Title: War What Is It Good For
Author: Karnikiss
Rating: R
Category: Drama, Angst, Romance
Disclaimer: I don't own it and if I did I would be making money right?! I do own some random characters...i.e: Jocelyn, Grey, Casey...etc.
A/N: ***This one has taken a little longer to write. Not because of anything other than not having time. Now they have me working nights and me and my boyfriend have been having some problems. Since we work together you can understand why. I'm trying my best so just have patience with me. Don't worry because I'm not about to give up. I absolutely love this story now. It's grown on me and I hope on some of you guys as well too. So here is what happened after the last one. Here is Ginny and Draco after her "departure."***
Bentley hadn't wanted to pull himself from Ginny this morning. He loved that she was snuggled close to him her arm thrown over his chest and her fingers buried in his hair. Not to mention waking up with her incredibly long smooth legs tangled with his own. It was the best morning he has had in such a long time. That was one of the reasons he hadn't wanted to get up. Not to mention he has to go to a Death Eater's meeting.
Now he sits in a room with people just like he is now. Once upon a time he thought he would never be here. It had always been a promise that he would kill these people on sight. That didn't last long. Here he is after all laughing with them making threats and plans about people he used to take orders from. Being evil is fun. There is no constant worrying about trying to save the world and all the guilt when people can't be saved. It's a feeling of freedom he gladly accepted with open arms. Too bad Ginny didn't come over sooner.
"Jamison," a voice that causes uncontrollable shivers called out. He turned and looked at the father of his number one enemy. Screw everyone holding a grudge against Potter. Yes, he is certainly high on the list of people that will be offed but Draco tops his personal one.
"Lucius," he replied back with a head nod.
"I hear you have the Weasley in your camp. What in the hell is she doing there?"
"She left your son and came to me." Lucius smirked and crossed his arms over his chest.
"And you think she came because...?"
That was the thing. He wasn't sure why Ginny had came back to him. Of course he wants to believe it was all for him and that she wants him back. She showed him that last night. The reasonable side says that she didn't come because of personal reasons but because it's a job. Spy.
That could get her killed quickly and immediately by the hand of her ex leader's father. Lucius Malfoy has never been a fan of the Weasleys. It didn't help when his son turned against him to the wrong side and took on the female Weasley as his second. He vowed he would kill her and keep his son to suffer.
"Is she going to get the mark?"
"Is she going to refuse it?" Without really knowing the truth he shook his head. If she is truly here for him then she won't. Then again if she's a spy she won't either. There is really no way to know besides waiting for the final fight.
"Good now that we have that covered let's move onto Jocelyn. She's..."
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She couldn't explain what she was feeling as she stretched out in the empty bed. Last night had not been disappointing but then again it had been a total disaster. Again she had slept with Bentley when it wasn't necessarily him that was on her mind. Not that was cheating and like he hasn't done that to her before. When he was with her he was there with her completely but when she wasn't then he was her so called friends.
Stepping into their once tent she remembered seeing Melissa and Bentley together. At first she was completely shocked at her friend's flexibility before she could grasp what she was actually seeing. It's not everyday she walks into her tent to see her friend riding her boyfriend.
Not that she would change what she had done now. Thinking about going back and staying at her camp and talking to Draco didn't seem right. What could he say? Sorry Gin but I thought I was screwing you but oops my bad it was really Jocelyn. She could really go without listening to that. Then again the woman is manipulative and there might be a plausible explanation. Probably polyjuice potion. The twit had ripped out her hair not too long ago.
"Shit," she mumbled pulling the sheets up over her head. "What about Casey?"
She hadn't thought that far into the future. Dumbledore's offer stood on the table and she leapt to the chance so she could leave the camp. Tension would surely be there and that was the last thing they needed while a war is going on. Personal lives shouldn't come in the way of being professional. She let her feelings get in the way.
Now she doesn't have the always safe constant she had in Casey. The girl would never cheat on her or break her heart. She was an unconditional friend, and she loved the girl. Too bad she jumped before thinking about consequences. She has always been a thinker before doer. In this instance it hadn't seemed right. If she thought she might have stayed. Complications.
"Shit," Draco mumbled trying to scrub the sleep from his eyes.
He hasn't slept much since Ginny has left. A few power naps here and there but nothing refreshing. Not when he has some much drama in his camp. Casey is missing Gin and Grey and Parker seem to be at each other's throats. The new healer isn't going to make it. He knows he's going to have to replace him before he needs medical attention personally.
Currently, he is in charge so to speak. Meaning that Potter and his camp is somewhere unaccessible on a mission and that Draco's camp is to take charge if something is to happen. He trusts his people, but they won't make it. Not with Ginny gone, him half dead on his feet, Casey sulking, Grey and Parker bickering, and his army all unsure of their talents suddenly.
"Great," he hissed and shoved the papers off the table. Every idea he came up he hated. She isn't there to tell him she hated them as well. That thought made his chest tightened.
"God dammit Malfoy. Stop acting as if she's dead. You're not going to let that happen."
"Do you usually talk to yourself?" a voice asked casually. His head snapped up and then he jumped to his feet when he saw who it was.
"Mrs. Weasley," he greeted and hurried over to the smiling woman. They embraced lightly but Draco clung to the woman. Right now he feels as if the world is spinning off it's axis and he needs some motherly support.
She laughed lightly and rubbed his back as his arms tightened around her. At the beginning she had been just like the others and didn't think the young Malfoy deserved a chance. Especially when Ginny moved to his camp did she despises the boy. Now the young man has grown on her and her daughter as well. Ginny, like her mother, has always been stubborn in admitting her feelings. Not that she was completely healed after the Bentley drama.
"I really think you need some rest Draco." He finally pulled away and gave her a smile.
"Believe me," he said running a hand through his messy hair. It looks like he's been doing it for hours on end. "I've tried."
"Do you need something? I can make you something to help you sleep." His smile turned to a weak sad one.
"Your daughter," he muttered softly. "I need your daughter." Molly couldn't help but feel her heart drop at the raw emotion in his voice. He looks so tired and sounds so pained.
"Draco I know about what had happened." Who doesn't?!
"It was polyjuice potion," he mumbled. "She admit to it but there is nothing anyone can do. Jocelyn is getting away scott-free, and Dumbledore won't tell me where Ginny is. I can't even explain myself. She doesn't even know I love her. What if she doesn't come back? What if what Jocelyn really said was true? I can't let her die. She doesn't know Mrs. Weasley. I can't lose her."
She wasn't sure what to say. If there were words she couldn't seem to grasp them. The only thing that she felt capable of doing for him was to put her arms around him again. Human contact in the form of comforting isn't something he has gotten a lot of but needs. He gratefully took the woman's embrace and fought his sobs.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered against her shoulder. "It's all my fault she's gone. I didn't mean for it to happen like this. I just wish-"
"You don't need Dumbledore to tell you," Molly interrupted. "You already know where she is."
He thought he may know then again he doesn't want to go there and be right. The last thing he wants to do is have her in the enemy's camp and see her in Bentley's arms. What could be more torturous? Just her dying but there is no way to disprove that now that she's not here to protect.
"I don't want it to be real." She shook her head.
"Just go Draco. It will ease your mind." It was more his heart that he's worried about. Still he nodded but enjoyed her embrace for a while longer. His mother has been long gone by the hands of his own father. The man had to show his loyalty and what better than killing his wife?
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The invisibility cloak was pulled tightly around him as he made way towards the familiar tent. He hates ever having to go to their camps. Everything seems even more dark and rotten. It's not just because of the war. He knows about what they do on this side of the war. Just thinking about it made him shudder violently under his cover.
Mrs. Weasley convinced his to come to his old camper's tent. That would mean that if he is true then Ginny is going to be here with Bentley. The very thought made him shudder again and grab his churning stomach. Bentley with Gin again was a picture he thought he had gotten away from. She seems to hate him although this is the only place he could think of her really being at.
He didn't have to really step inside his enemy's tent. There was no need for it when the person in question stepped out herself. It made his chest tighten and his legs to feel like lead. She looks gorgeous and well...like she had a fun night. It made him jealous and upset.
Her short red hair looks as if Bentley had ran his fingers through it all night. Which he most likely had done. Draco knows he's been tempted one a many times to just touch it. He used to hate red for so many reasons. Red was the color of blood and violence. When he would close his eyes and he heard the screaming and fighting from his parents that's the only color he could see behind his eyelids. Weasleys all have red hair and he was taught to hate them therefore he hated the color even more. Now he's obsessed about the color just because he itches to touch her soft sort strands of fire.
She's even wearing his shirt. It's her own pants and all but that is definitely Bentley's shirt she's looking sexy in. What is it with woman and wearing men's shirts and looking even more edible in baggy clothes? Of course she would look even more sexy in his own, but that's not going to happen anytime soon.
"Weasley," he greeted approaching her. His voice was steely as he pulled the cloak away showing himself. She jumped slightly and ran a shaky hand through her messed hair.
"Not even a day gone and you missed me already Draco? How very touching."
"Not even a day gone and you're already fucking someone else?" She bit down her words of anger.
"I'm terribly sorry but did we have something going on? I mean it was Jocelyn in your bed. Must I remind you that all we did was kiss? You can't base a would be relationship on just that." His jaw clenched at her words. He tried his best to remain calm, but he felt her jabs painful.
"Did Bentley fuck your brains out Gin? You know how I feel about you." She glared at him.
"Don't call me Gin."
"Virginia," he corrected with an edge to his voice.
"And don't tell me I know how you felt about me. I wasn't even a girl to you. So whomever I sleep with is none of your concern."
His jaw ticked as his gaze pierced hers. He had to fight everything down. All the things he wanted to do he fought back. Grabbing her and throwing her over his shoulder to take her back to their camp, kiss her, tell her the real extent of his feelings...he couldn't do a thing.
"What do you think you're doing here? This isn't your style." She shrugged nonchalantly and took a glance around her camp.
"I like the scenery?"
"Oh so you mean you actually leave his bed?" She stepped close to him this time. So close that she grabbed the front of his robes and pulled him to her. His breathing became labored at the proximity. This close and he can't do anything because in all rights she hates him.
"Like I've been saying...none of your damn business!" He ignored the last comment.
"So you leave to come here? What is here that keeps you coming back? Are you finally on the right side?"
"Don't worry about it. I'm out of your camp so stay out of mine!" He nearly showed his shock at that statement. A Weasley heading a camp for evil doers. Not likely to happen anytime soon.
"Evil now are we?" She smirked.
"I've always kept the bad girl part of me down."
"So you're ready to kill then? Ready to take innocent lives that you were not too long ago set on saving?!" He placed his hands over hers that were clutching the front of his robes. "Ready to kill Casey, Gin?"
"Ready to kill me Draco?" she shot back.
His grip on her faulted completely, and he stumbled back a few steps. Had she really asked that question? He couldn't fathom why those words all placed together in a sentence would slip from her lips. Damn, hadn't he told her that he loves her? No, that he's in love with her. He did but then again it hadn't really been Ginny whom he confided in. Because of his libido everything has been screwed beyond repair.
"No," he spoke softly keeping his distance. "You could kill everyone around me and hold a knife to my throat and still no." She shook her head slowly at him.
"You've turned soft and daresay pathetic."
"And you're lying." She shrugged.
"Prove it," she challenged.
He nodded pulled his invisibility cloak back on disappearing before her eyes again. Things aren't right now as they seem. She's pretending, and he doesn't like it. How could she have asked a question as harsh and absurd as she had? When and if the time comes he won't let her die for him. He's going to die for her. Now all he has to do is wait. Wait...or prove that she doesn't feel anything for Bentley or his side of the war. Easier said then done though. That's for sure.
***And another chapter done and through with. We're almost done here so have no fear. All of your questions and concerns will be answered soon enough. Will Ginny die? Will Draco? What's up with Jocelyn? You'll just have to stick to the end. R/R...Thanks Karnikiss.***