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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: Okay, just so you all know I'm having computer problems so if I disappear for a few weeks its because my computer is being evil. ^.^ Anyway, here's your new chapter. Oh and please don't e-mail me because I have no acess to my e-mail account right now.
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Chapter Eight: And the Moon Looses His First Battle
He hated her more then anything he had ever hated in his life... except of course maybe his father. Draco Malfoy be made a fool of by a Weasley? Especially the smallest, and only female one? It was outrageous! He had helped her and yet she hadn't cared, she just made fun of him. And what annoyed him the most, was that he was annoyed by this! Draco wasn't supposed to let her get to him.
As Draco was walking downstairs to go home, he passed his father who was in a deep conversation with another Death Eater that Draco didn't know, or rather couldn't see due to the fact his hood was up. Without giving either a thought, Draco kept moving.
"Draco," Lucius's voice called out to him swiftly, as his father turned to look at his son's retreating back. Fighting the urge to ignore him and keep moving, Draco stopped and turned around. The other Death Eater was gone, and now Lucius was moving towards him, his staff hitting the floor with a echoing thud, thud.
"Yes father?" Draco snapped feeling the heat rise in his chest. It was the first time he had spoken to him since seeing Lucius with Bellatrix.
"Drop your attitude boy," Lucius snarled, "I'm not that Mudblood loving Weasley." For some reason the hate inside seemed to increase greatly. Draco gripped his wand in his robes.
"What do you want?" He demanded.
"Tonight when I get home we have to have a talk," Lucius told him coldly.
"That's all very well," Draco replied acidly, "But I thought you had a date with Aunt Bellatrix?" He had certainly surprised Lucius for his hand gripped the staff carefully, and his eyes widened slightly. His father quickly regained his composure, with something more in eyes then before, and Draco couldn't figure out what it was.
"Yes indeed...quite a talk it will be Draco," Lucius continued as if he hadn't heard a word his son had said. Draco didn't care, he merely turned his back on his father and started to walk away. "Where do you think your going?" Lucius demanded.
"Home," Draco called back angirly.
Lucius must have really been stunned because he didn't say anything else, he let Draco walk off. He wasn't used to his son defying him, let along several times while they were talking. Draco didn't care how his father felt about this, or what would surely come that night. He was shaking, his ears ringing, and he didn't know why.
He didn't know if it was because of what Lucius was doing behind his mother's back, or if it was what he had said about Ginny. He forced himself to believe it was about his mother. That annoying Weasley held no place in his heart, nor any place in his mind as well. She was a job, a nuisance that would probably be the death of him. That's all there was to it.
Arriving back home, Draco startled his mother who was sitting in the lounge reading. Narcissa read the look on Draco's face at once and hurried to her son's side, but for the first time ever Draco ignored her and marched upstairs. He felt horrible for doing it, but right now he didn't want to see his mother. He couldn't look at her now that he was obligated to tell her the truth.
He slammed his bedroom door shut, and looked around his room as if asking it to give him a reason to make him even more angry then he already was. It didn't, and so Draco strode forward towards his desk and picked up a picture of his family that had sat there for years.
Draco had been six in the picture, with his parents around him looking the way any well to do family should. Eyes blazing with hate he turned and through the picture against the opposing wall. It smashed and landed onto the floor in a pile of broken glass and paper.
The door behind him opened, and Narcissa stepped in, her eyes full of worry and concern. She saw the picture on the floor and her icy blue eyes filled with tears. Draco turned to look at her, still shaking. Gathering up her dark purple robes, Narcissa moved foward and ignoring all protests, pulled Draco in a warm hug.
Standing together in the bedroom, hugging, Draco knew he had to tell her the truth now before Lucius would return. It was probably the man would come back soon as to have his talk with Draco, but more to teach Draco a lesson for defying him. Draco didn't care, but he wanted Narcissa to be far away and safe before all hell broke loose. This was one battle Draco was not going to loose.
"Mother, I have to tell you something..." Draco began quickly pulling away from her. Narcissa's hands flew up to touch Draco's face.
"What is it Draco?" She asked softly.
"Father...Lucius..." He began shaking again, "He's-" Draco paused, the front door opened from downstairs, and his voice caught. He was right about Lucius coming back soon, and he had to tell her before he got upstairs, "You have to go, get out of the house before he comes up here. But I have to tell you mother, he's unfaithful. He's been cheating on you with Aunt Bellatrix."
Narcissa's eyes widened, and hands left his face and went up to her own. Pain crossed her eyes, and Draco felt his own heart break. He had done it, he had dropped the bomb.
"Well Draco, you're certainly on one today," A cool voice said from the doorway. Draco looked over at it, and saw Lucius standing there- clearly furious. For a few moments there was silence, as the once 'perfect' family stood in the bedroom all overcome by deep emotions.
Lucius stood in the doorway still, his grey eyes blazing with anger, his silver and black cloak titled to the right slightly showing his haste to return him. His hand was gripping his snake staff so hard his knuckles were white, and his other hand was deep in his pocket, obviously holding his wand.
Narcissa was now leaning against Draco's desk, her face very pale and her eyes full with anger and grief. They shone with un-shed tears and she blinked carefully to avoid any from being spilled. Her hands were holding onto her purple gown, her hair falling over her face as she stared at the floor.
Draco stood between his parents, shaking with anger. His eyes were filled with hatred as he stared at the wall, his face flushed red. Still in his Death Eater robes, only a tiny bit of his green shirt underneith was showing. The silence was ringing in his ears.
"Draco," Lucius snarled suddenly breaking the silence and causing both Narcissa and Draco's eyes to snap to him. "Its time we had our talk."
In one quick movement, Lucius had pulled out his wand and pointed it at Draco's heart. Without thinking, Draco's hand dived in his own robes for his own. Lucius would have stopped him, if Narcissa hadn't let out a gasp and dived in front of her son protectively.
"Lucius no!"
"Get out of the way Narcissa!" Lucius roared.
"Don't hurt him Lucius!"
"Mother get out of the way," Draco pleaded, trying to move from behind her but Narcissa moved with him.
"I won't let you hurt him Lucius,"
"Then you will be moved," Lucius shot back.
"You touch her and I'll kill you!" Draco bellowed, "Haven't you hurt her enough?"
Lucius let out a cry of anger and moved forward, roughly grabbing Narcissa by the arm and tossing her aside roughly. She was thrown into Draco's desk. Without turning to look at her, Lucius had his wand again pointing at Draco. Ignoring his father, Draco moved to aid his mother.
"Crucio!" Lucius hissed.
Draco was hit square in the chest, and fell back as the torturing curse engulfed him. Screaming in agony, Draco felt as if every inch of his body was being sliced with a knife. He forcefully bit his tongue in attempts to stop himself from screaming, and tasted his own blood in his mouth.
"Stop!"
Narcissa threw herself onto Lucius, knocking him to the ground. The spell was lifted, and Draco stopped screaming, his body shaking with the aftershocks. For a few seconds he just lay on the floor, breathing hard until he heard his mother scream. He scrambled up in time to see Lucius get to his feet and kick her.
"Stay out of this bitch!" Draco didn't bother to tell his father off, he reached for his wand which had fallen to the floor earlier and pointed at his father.
"CRUCIO!" Draco roared with so much hatred Lucius was thrown into the opposing wall, and sent crashing through it while screaming in pain. Narcissa let out a whimper from where she lay on the floor, and Draco's attention dropped from his father. Without thinking, he hurried to his mother's side.
"Mother... are you alright?" Draco whispered, trying to help her to her feet.
"Yes..." Narcissa answered softly, as Draco had her sit on the bed.
"Mother, get out of here- leave." Draco insisted.
"Look out!" Narcissa cried, seeing Lucius get up. Draco spun around, and pointed his wand at his father.
"Don't even think about it!" He yelled.
"You astound me Draco. I didn't think you had that sort of anger inside you." Lucius said very coldly, "Unfortunitally, I'm going to have to hurt you." He moved his wand from pointing at Draco, to pointing at Narcissa. "Imperio!"
Draco didn't have the chance or warning to stop it. His father had his mother stand like a puppet.
"Mother! No, fight it!"
But she couldn't, and Draco was outnumbered two to one. Refusing to hurt her, he backed up, and moved to curse Lucius. Lucius smirked, his eyes moving to Narcissa as she picked up a book that was on the nightstand and hit Draco over the head, knocking him to the floor.
Lucius took full advantage of his fallen son. He snatched Draco's wand and threw it behind him before torturing him yet again, all the while kicking Draco in the stomach. He had Narcissa help by joining him.
Curled up in a ball, Draco had no means to defend himself. As Lucius's foot hit him sharply in the chin, his eyes watered. No...he told himself, I will not cry. Another blow to the stomach. He wasn't going to let Lucius win by crying. Never. Another kick in the stomach. Draco coughed through his moans and cries from the Cruactius curse. He felt something moving up his throat, and coughing more he realised it was blood.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, Lucius removed the curse off Narcissa, and stopped torturing Draco. With one last kick, he laughed. "Maybe now you'll understand where your place is Draco," He warned before fixing his cloak and leaving the room in a hurry. Minutes later they could hear a slight pop as if Lucius had apparated away.
Silence yet again filled the room, as Draco lay on the floor bleeding, and shaking. Narcissa was against the bed crying softly over what she had done to her son. After a few minutes she crawled over to him.
"Oh Draco, oh my baby..." She gasped, pulling him into her arms, "I'm so sorry...."
Draco could not answer her, nor could he open his eyes. He didn't want to and start to cry. He felt sick. Lucius had won after all, and left both him and his mother knowing that. Draco would get him back after this- oh he would indeed.
Narcissa weakly pulled Draco over to the bed, and finally opened his eyes as he helped her help him. He waved her away as she tried to him with his wounds and pain. He didn't need her to see him like this. Blinking, coughing on his own blood and his body shaking Draco knew only one thing:
Lucius was going to pay.