Title: Luna Soleil
Author: Samantha Riddle aka Slytherish
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Oh, and it has some Order of the Phoenix Spoilers.
Summary: Ginny Weasley is captured by Death Eaters after an attack on the Ministry. What does Lord Voldemort want from her, and what does it have to do with that cold night in her first year at Hogwarts School? What happens when Ginny falls in love, and can't decide between her family and the one she loves so dearly?
Notes: A special thank you to my beta-reader, Samantha for reading and editing this story.
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Chapter Five: And the Sun and Moon Meet
Ginny had never been more miserable, depressed and scared in her entire life. Curled up on the four poster bed, her back towards the door, she suppressed sobs. What had she done to deserve this? Why did Voldemort want her of all people? Did her parents even care that she was gone?
Yet she knew they probably did, but there really was no way to get her back without getting the entire Order killed. The was a war. Sometimes sacrifices had to be made... But this Weasley was not a sacrifice!
She sat up abruptly pushing bright red hair out of her eyes. With a new wave of determination she got to her feet and hurried to the nearby window. Gripping the bottom she pulled at it with all her might trying to get it to open.
Apparently it was magically locked for no amount of pulling, pushing and pounding would open it. Her eyes flashed around the room for any way or form of escape but all she found was one door and one window sealed in such a way that Ginny had no means of escape.
She slipped to the floor defeated.
So she would have to spend months being Voldemort's toy. He would force her to do whatever it was he wanted her to do. If she protested she would be tortured and killed. What lovely options. She sighed.
Maybe Voldemort wanted to use her to get to Harry. Ginny thought that might actually work if only Harry thought of her as more then his best mate's little sister. Or maybe, Ginny thought, Voldemort wanted her to get the Order to fall into a trap. Ginny doubted her parents were fool enough to fall for that. Well, maybe her mother was but her father certainly wasn't.
Ginny's attention was diverted from why Voldemort wanted her to a noise outside the door. One of the Death Eater's that was guarding the door was talking to someone. Ginny strained to hear the conversation but couldn't. She scrambled up from the floor and dashed over to the bed, collapsing on top of it just as the door opened.
Pretending as if she had been resting her head in her arms, Ginny looked up and locked eyes with a boy who had been tormenting her family since he first saw Ron on the train in first year. A boy with cold grey eyes, an arrogant manner and white blonde hair.
"What do you want?" Ginny snapped.
"Certainly not to talk to you," Draco Malfoy sneered shutting the door behind him. "But duty calls Weaselette, duty calls..."
"So your one of them too? I always knew you were an evil little git," Ginny muttered.
"You really are in no position to talk to me like that," Malfoy said lazily, leaning against the wall. "So tell me, did Potty, Weasel and the Order of Disgrace forget about you?"
"Like I'd even tell you," Ginny said with a glare at Malfoy. She rolled over so her back was to him. "Go away,"
"I want nothing more then to do so."
"Then leave!" Ginny snarled.
"When I can stand here and annoy you? Well...such a difficult decision then..." Malfoy drawled.
"Go away Malfoy!"
"Nah, I can't. You see, the truth to the matter is I am your new chauffeur. I will take you everywhere you need to go, keep you company in the day time..."
"You? You be a some sort of common butler? A miracle that is then, you being a Malfoy and all," Ginny teased.
"Ha, you really think I'll behave as some sort of maid. You wish."
"Yes I do," Ginny agreed turning back around and propping herself on her elbows, "I want to take pictures of it and show them to Harry and Ron when I get out."
"Don't be stupid Weaselette. Your not going to be getting out." Malfoy snapped.
"How do you know?" Ginny
"I just know. If you ever are allowed to leave this castle, it will be when all your beloved family is dead and gone. That will be a good day it will," Malfoy sighed pleasantly.
"They'll come and get me!" Ginny said firmly trying to convince herself.
"And get killed," Malfoy drawled, "When Voldemort is finished with you, either you won't want to return back for those Mudblood lovers will never again except you, that is of course as I previously stated, they aren't dead," Draco added, "or you won't want to leave because you'll actually like it on our side."
"Never, I'd rather die." Ginny shot at him, "Go to hell Malfoy and leave me alone."
"I already told you, I can't do that."
"Then at least shut up so I can try and think of a way out of this." Ginny rolled back over onto her back annoyed as Malfoy laughed bitterly.
"You're a lot different then I remember at Hogwarts," Malfoy muttered.
"Oh yeah?" Ginny said under her breath, "How so?" She wasn't sure if Malfoy heard her at first as he didn't say anything.
"You used to be quiet, reserved, stupidly innocent. That's what the Death Eaters and the Dark Lord were expecting," Malfoy explained in a voice that said he'd rather be dead. "Your anything but and it'll cause problems. I hope you like the Cruciatus Curse."
"Go to hell Malfoy!" Ginny shot at him again pulling a pillow over her head.
"For the last bloody time Weaselette," Malfoy snarled, "I can't! Trust me, I'd rather be back at school snogging Pansy Parkinson." Ginny snorted.
"That's disgusting, like kissing a dead moose."
"And you'd know that how exactly?" Malfoy asked. "I didn't know you were kissing Pansy."
"Sod off!"
"Oh and I was supposed to give you this..." Ginny looked up as Malfoy pulled Ginny's wand out from his pocket. He threw it from hand to hand smirking as Ginny's eyes followed it.
"Then give it here!" Ginny demanded holding out her hand. Malfoy looked at her outstretched hand and continued to play with her wand.
"I don't think so, maybe if you be a good little girl and be nice to me then I'll give it back." Malfoy sneered.
"You were supposed to give it to me!" Ginny said sitting up.
"Oh was I? Hmm, or maybe I was supposed to just hold it in case you needed it...."
"And I do need it! To curse your sorry bum into next week!"
"Ahh, well then you don't need it do you?" Malfoy pocketed it. "Funny world it is if you really think the prisoner gets her wand back." Malfoy smirked at the fury in Ginny's eyes.
A silence echoed through the room in which Malfoy and Ginny stared at one another not sure what to say or what to do. Ginny didn't want to say anything, and from the looks of it neither did Malfoy. After a few minutes Malfoy began to look extremely bored, and ran his hand through his white blonde hair several times.
A little snap made them both just as a house elf appeared carrying in what looked like a mid-day meal. The tiny house elf dropped the plate onto the bedside table and hurried out as if she was late and the consequences determined if she'd live or die.
Ginny glanced from Malfoy to her tray of food and back. Malfoy caught her drift and stood up straight.
"Eat, fatten yourself up so you look like your pig of a mother. I'll be back later..." Malfoy turned to leave and felt a spoon hit the back of his head.
"Don't talk about my mother Malfoy," Ginny warned. "Your mother isn't a nice knife in the-" Ginny never finished her sentence, her voice died as she found herself on the receiving end of Malfoy's wand.
"Don't ever talk about my mother," His voice had a deadly edge to it.
"You talk about mine," Ginny pointed out. "What's the matter Malfoy, you can dish out the insults but can't take them?"
"Don't. Talk. About. My. Mother!" Malfoy half shouted.
"I'll stop when you stop." Ginny hissed, and with that she turned her back on him and his wand. From behind her Ginny heard the door close and smiled to herself.
It seemed as if she had won that round with Malfoy.