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Evil Bastards and Girl Talk
My Mate
Chapter 7: Evil Bastards and Girl Talk
The dark room smelled musty as if it had been locked up
for a long time, dingy moths eating away at all the cloths.
The hunched figure swathed in a great black cloak and hood
that completely obscured his face was busily scratching away at
large scrolls of paper, his white gnarled hands the only light thing
in the room besides the small single candle that cast shadow
across the already dark room.
He looked up when his door opened, a shaft of light
darting across his table.
“Ah, Lucius. I’ve been expecting you. Come, sit down.”
His voice was scratchy from unuse and he ended with a hacking cough.
After he spit on the floor, the man pushed all of his papers aside
and unrolled a black scroll that left smudges on his fingers like
ink from a newspaper.
Lucius studied his cane with a bored air, his grey eyes intense.
“What have you come up with Diffamer? I need something soon.
I’m afraid Draco is close to finding his mate. I have doubts about
his ability to control himself, and he cannot be allowed to follow
through with this. I need him to marry Delia and with all due haste.”
The older man wheezed. “There is a slight possibility
that this could work but there are a number of variables that would
all have to fall in place or they will cancel out the effect.”
“Then I will just have to control the variables then won’t I?”
“I’m afraid even your wealth couldn’t buy these results.
Not to mention you’ll need a dragon’s tooth, a phoenix’s tear, and
the pollen of a flower that is extremely rare and grows only in the
mountains of China.”
“It would not be impossible to get those things.”
“No, but you also have to ensure these variables line up.
Your son must agree and desire this. We need her virgin’s blood
and a strand of her hair. If the woman in question is not a virgin,
then this won’t work. The ceremony must take place on a full moon
and there must be no wind or clouds to pass in front of the moon.
There is more, would you like to hear?”
Lucius shot to his feet. “Damn, and bloody damn.”
He paced for a minute. “I’m paying you a fortune for this!
My results should be guaranteed!”
“I’m not a miracle worker, Lucius. There are some
things that are beyond even me.”
Lucius cursed for a few more minutes and when he
finally wound down, the old man spoke.
“There is one solution that is far and away more simple.”
Lucius twisted, “Then why haven’t you mentioned it before, fool!”
The old man shot to his feet, and the next instant an
evil looking sword was pressed against Lucius’ jugular.
“Remember who you’re talking to boy. I could have you
dead at my feet if I wanted it.” He slowly lowered his sword.
“I assumed you would have considered it already before coming to me.”
He sat down and waited until a somewhat calmer Lucius sat as well.
“Is there some reason you can’t just kill her?”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ginny studied her reflection in the mirror, pulling her
curls up and critically assessing her neck.
“Oh, my dearie, that’s the largest hickey I’ve seen and
there have been some tramps living in this room before your time.
What have you been about? I would suggest you use a concealing
charm. It might give students ideas, and Merlin only knows they
don’t need any more!”
Ginny scowled at the large full-length mirror.
“Thank you for the advice, but it’s really none of your business.”
It humphed loudly.
The hickey was about the size of a small orange and
a dusky reddish-purple color. She poked it carefully, wincing.
He needn’t have bit her so hard!
Her classes were over for the day and with nothing to
distract her, she found herself unable to do much else besides pace
and review the entire ridiculous episode over and over in her mind.
Think! There has to be someway out of this. While she
found veelas fascinating, her knowledge was still rather limited.
Ginny hurried over to her fireplace and flooed Bill’s house.
Michelle’s head appeared in the flames and she beamed.
“Ginny! I haven’t talked to you since the twins birthday party.
How’s everything going? Do you like your classes and your students?”
“Yes, but Chelle, I really need your help.” Her sister-in-law
looked concerned and her slight French accent thickened.
“Are you all right? Do you want to come visit?”
“Actually, I’d rather not go there. I don’t want Bill finding
out about any of this.”
“Then why don’t I come to Hogwarts? I’ve been wanting
to see your rooms anyway.”
Two hours later, a slightly pregnant blonde knocked on
Ginny’s door. Michelle was wearing baby blue robes, her pale skin flushed
and glowing. Her petite stature usually gave the impression she was frail,
but Michelle Delacour Weasley was anything but.
She’d been a scientist in the war and was a very talented witch, especially
in the area of defense. She’d been designing spells to deflect Cruciatus
and other hexes and at one point, her laboratory had been attacked and
overrun with Deatheaters. Michelle had managed to save or destroy all of
their data and still escape, doing battle with numerous Deatheaters along the way.
Now two years later she was married to Bill and expecting a baby.
She still did some work for Wizenward Enterprises part-time.
Bill was more than a little overprotective, but Chelle didn’t seem to mind…much.
“Ginny! It’s so good to see you. You look wonderful;
very…” She paused assessing her sister-in-law for a moment. “…alive.”
Ginny blushed. More like she’d had a good snog.
She pulled Michelle into the room and they sat down while Ginny
poured some tea and explained the situation. Michelle almost
dropped her teacup a few times during the speech.
“So you see, I can’t go through with it! It’s Draco Malfoy.
Son of the Deatheater who almost killed me with a evil diary to bring
back the Dark Lord, and I’m supposed to let him touch me?”
“It looks like you already did.” Chelle nodded towards her
neck, and Ginny glanced down to find her collar hadppedpped down,
revealing the hickey.
“Or is that from Bradley? I didn’t think you were that
serious yet, and that is a serious love-bite.” A hint of a smile played
around her lips and Ginny glared at her.
“It’s not funny. We’re not that serious and I hadn’t
gotten to that part yet. Anyway…” By the time she finished, Michelle
had gone from surprised to serious to thoughtful. “Surely there’s
someway out of it. Right?” Ginny looked at Chelle hopefully.
Michelle didn’t answer for a moment, gathering her
thoughts and debating the best way to reply. She pushed a
golden tendril away from her face and frowned.
“Would you really be able to live with yourself if you
let him go insane? Because he will. If you don’t allow him to claim
soon, it will be as if you signed his death warrant.”
Ginny flinched and her brown eyes misted a bit. “His father
almost killed me. Draco was an evil git all of my life, tormenting
me all the time. How am I just supposed to go on from there?”
“One step at a time.” Michelle sighed. “No matter what he’s
done to you, you are too tenderhearted to simply toss him away.
There is no way out of this. It is a biological part of my people
and you cannot change that.”
Ginny bolted up and walked over to the window, staring outside
but not really seeing anything. “I don’t know if I can do this.”
“The Headmaster and Professor Snape would never put you in
danger. If they didn’t trust Draco, I know they would not encourage
this. Perhaps you should talk to them. Ask them about Mr. Malfoy
and ask them if you should trust him. They would not lie to you,
especially about something so important.”
Ginny crossed her arms, hugging herself as she mulled over everything.
This was completely insane. She couldn’t deal with this…only she had to.
Despite how much she hated Draco Malfoy, she didn’t have it in her to let him die.
“Bugger! What am I supposed to do Michelle? I mean,
how on earth am I supposed to go about this? How do you
love a man you hate? Because I can’t…mate or marry someone
I don’t love.” Ginny paused and sank down onto a large
overstuffed chair and pushed her red locks away from her face.
“I’m afraid it would destroy me.”
Michelle studied her sister-in-law’s dejected figure. “Then we
need to figure out what kind of man he is and make him lovable.”
“I don’t think that’s possible.”
“Do you feel…sexual attraction for him?” Chelle asked,
taking in the flush that rose to Ginny’s cheeks. “Because
that’s a start. Even if you don’t now, you will by the time
he finally gets to claim you. Veela’s emit…I suppose you
could call it pheremones. It’s some sort of chemical that
“calls” to their partner but it doesn’t
work on anyone but their chosen mate.”
“I suppose I felt a little bit.” Ginny said grudgingly.
Michelle nodded and glanced at the clock on the mantel
above the fireplace. “Oh! Bill will be home any minute.
I really need to get back, but think about what I said, and
we can talk more later. Floo me if you need anything, or
something happens.” She smiled. “I want to know all the details.”
“Michelle Delacour Weasley! You’re a married witch!”
Chelle grinned. “I know.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I know, this chapter was a little boring, but it needed to be done. I was going to add a Ginny/Bradley scene, but I’d had enough of this chapter (it irritated me), so it will come next. After that will come a knock down drag out fight scene between Ginny and Draco.
To answer a few questions:
1. No, Draco did not feel the need to mate at Hogwarts. His blood hadn’t “activated” yet because Ginny was still technically a minor.
2. Yes, the story about when Ginny was fifteen will be important, but it will be revealed later in the story.
3. Actually Ginny is 20 at the beginning of the story. She will have a birthday at a later point.
I actually do not have a clear idea of where this is going yet. Most of it is coming to me as I write. If you have any suggestions for the story, I am definitely open to them. I have a few ideas, but for the most part, I just type. If you have questions, please e-mail me or ask them in the review. I have the whole picture in my head and I want to make sure everything is clear for you.
Thanks for all the wonderful reviews! I never realized what a boost they are. You all are great!
Heather
Chapter 7: Evil Bastards and Girl Talk
The dark room smelled musty as if it had been locked up
for a long time, dingy moths eating away at all the cloths.
The hunched figure swathed in a great black cloak and hood
that completely obscured his face was busily scratching away at
large scrolls of paper, his white gnarled hands the only light thing
in the room besides the small single candle that cast shadow
across the already dark room.
He looked up when his door opened, a shaft of light
darting across his table.
“Ah, Lucius. I’ve been expecting you. Come, sit down.”
His voice was scratchy from unuse and he ended with a hacking cough.
After he spit on the floor, the man pushed all of his papers aside
and unrolled a black scroll that left smudges on his fingers like
ink from a newspaper.
Lucius studied his cane with a bored air, his grey eyes intense.
“What have you come up with Diffamer? I need something soon.
I’m afraid Draco is close to finding his mate. I have doubts about
his ability to control himself, and he cannot be allowed to follow
through with this. I need him to marry Delia and with all due haste.”
The older man wheezed. “There is a slight possibility
that this could work but there are a number of variables that would
all have to fall in place or they will cancel out the effect.”
“Then I will just have to control the variables then won’t I?”
“I’m afraid even your wealth couldn’t buy these results.
Not to mention you’ll need a dragon’s tooth, a phoenix’s tear, and
the pollen of a flower that is extremely rare and grows only in the
mountains of China.”
“It would not be impossible to get those things.”
“No, but you also have to ensure these variables line up.
Your son must agree and desire this. We need her virgin’s blood
and a strand of her hair. If the woman in question is not a virgin,
then this won’t work. The ceremony must take place on a full moon
and there must be no wind or clouds to pass in front of the moon.
There is more, would you like to hear?”
Lucius shot to his feet. “Damn, and bloody damn.”
He paced for a minute. “I’m paying you a fortune for this!
My results should be guaranteed!”
“I’m not a miracle worker, Lucius. There are some
things that are beyond even me.”
Lucius cursed for a few more minutes and when he
finally wound down, the old man spoke.
“There is one solution that is far and away more simple.”
Lucius twisted, “Then why haven’t you mentioned it before, fool!”
The old man shot to his feet, and the next instant an
evil looking sword was pressed against Lucius’ jugular.
“Remember who you’re talking to boy. I could have you
dead at my feet if I wanted it.” He slowly lowered his sword.
“I assumed you would have considered it already before coming to me.”
He sat down and waited until a somewhat calmer Lucius sat as well.
“Is there some reason you can’t just kill her?”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ginny studied her reflection in the mirror, pulling her
curls up and critically assessing her neck.
“Oh, my dearie, that’s the largest hickey I’ve seen and
there have been some tramps living in this room before your time.
What have you been about? I would suggest you use a concealing
charm. It might give students ideas, and Merlin only knows they
don’t need any more!”
Ginny scowled at the large full-length mirror.
“Thank you for the advice, but it’s really none of your business.”
It humphed loudly.
The hickey was about the size of a small orange and
a dusky reddish-purple color. She poked it carefully, wincing.
He needn’t have bit her so hard!
Her classes were over for the day and with nothing to
distract her, she found herself unable to do much else besides pace
and review the entire ridiculous episode over and over in her mind.
Think! There has to be someway out of this. While she
found veelas fascinating, her knowledge was still rather limited.
Ginny hurried over to her fireplace and flooed Bill’s house.
Michelle’s head appeared in the flames and she beamed.
“Ginny! I haven’t talked to you since the twins birthday party.
How’s everything going? Do you like your classes and your students?”
“Yes, but Chelle, I really need your help.” Her sister-in-law
looked concerned and her slight French accent thickened.
“Are you all right? Do you want to come visit?”
“Actually, I’d rather not go there. I don’t want Bill finding
out about any of this.”
“Then why don’t I come to Hogwarts? I’ve been wanting
to see your rooms anyway.”
Two hours later, a slightly pregnant blonde knocked on
Ginny’s door. Michelle was wearing baby blue robes, her pale skin flushed
and glowing. Her petite stature usually gave the impression she was frail,
but Michelle Delacour Weasley was anything but.
She’d been a scientist in the war and was a very talented witch, especially
in the area of defense. She’d been designing spells to deflect Cruciatus
and other hexes and at one point, her laboratory had been attacked and
overrun with Deatheaters. Michelle had managed to save or destroy all of
their data and still escape, doing battle with numerous Deatheaters along the way.
Now two years later she was married to Bill and expecting a baby.
She still did some work for Wizenward Enterprises part-time.
Bill was more than a little overprotective, but Chelle didn’t seem to mind…much.
“Ginny! It’s so good to see you. You look wonderful;
very…” She paused assessing her sister-in-law for a moment. “…alive.”
Ginny blushed. More like she’d had a good snog.
She pulled Michelle into the room and they sat down while Ginny
poured some tea and explained the situation. Michelle almost
dropped her teacup a few times during the speech.
“So you see, I can’t go through with it! It’s Draco Malfoy.
Son of the Deatheater who almost killed me with a evil diary to bring
back the Dark Lord, and I’m supposed to let him touch me?”
“It looks like you already did.” Chelle nodded towards her
neck, and Ginny glanced down to find her collar hadppedpped down,
revealing the hickey.
“Or is that from Bradley? I didn’t think you were that
serious yet, and that is a serious love-bite.” A hint of a smile played
around her lips and Ginny glared at her.
“It’s not funny. We’re not that serious and I hadn’t
gotten to that part yet. Anyway…” By the time she finished, Michelle
had gone from surprised to serious to thoughtful. “Surely there’s
someway out of it. Right?” Ginny looked at Chelle hopefully.
Michelle didn’t answer for a moment, gathering her
thoughts and debating the best way to reply. She pushed a
golden tendril away from her face and frowned.
“Would you really be able to live with yourself if you
let him go insane? Because he will. If you don’t allow him to claim
soon, it will be as if you signed his death warrant.”
Ginny flinched and her brown eyes misted a bit. “His father
almost killed me. Draco was an evil git all of my life, tormenting
me all the time. How am I just supposed to go on from there?”
“One step at a time.” Michelle sighed. “No matter what he’s
done to you, you are too tenderhearted to simply toss him away.
There is no way out of this. It is a biological part of my people
and you cannot change that.”
Ginny bolted up and walked over to the window, staring outside
but not really seeing anything. “I don’t know if I can do this.”
“The Headmaster and Professor Snape would never put you in
danger. If they didn’t trust Draco, I know they would not encourage
this. Perhaps you should talk to them. Ask them about Mr. Malfoy
and ask them if you should trust him. They would not lie to you,
especially about something so important.”
Ginny crossed her arms, hugging herself as she mulled over everything.
This was completely insane. She couldn’t deal with this…only she had to.
Despite how much she hated Draco Malfoy, she didn’t have it in her to let him die.
“Bugger! What am I supposed to do Michelle? I mean,
how on earth am I supposed to go about this? How do you
love a man you hate? Because I can’t…mate or marry someone
I don’t love.” Ginny paused and sank down onto a large
overstuffed chair and pushed her red locks away from her face.
“I’m afraid it would destroy me.”
Michelle studied her sister-in-law’s dejected figure. “Then we
need to figure out what kind of man he is and make him lovable.”
“I don’t think that’s possible.”
“Do you feel…sexual attraction for him?” Chelle asked,
taking in the flush that rose to Ginny’s cheeks. “Because
that’s a start. Even if you don’t now, you will by the time
he finally gets to claim you. Veela’s emit…I suppose you
could call it pheremones. It’s some sort of chemical that
“calls” to their partner but it doesn’t
work on anyone but their chosen mate.”
“I suppose I felt a little bit.” Ginny said grudgingly.
Michelle nodded and glanced at the clock on the mantel
above the fireplace. “Oh! Bill will be home any minute.
I really need to get back, but think about what I said, and
we can talk more later. Floo me if you need anything, or
something happens.” She smiled. “I want to know all the details.”
“Michelle Delacour Weasley! You’re a married witch!”
Chelle grinned. “I know.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I know, this chapter was a little boring, but it needed to be done. I was going to add a Ginny/Bradley scene, but I’d had enough of this chapter (it irritated me), so it will come next. After that will come a knock down drag out fight scene between Ginny and Draco.
To answer a few questions:
1. No, Draco did not feel the need to mate at Hogwarts. His blood hadn’t “activated” yet because Ginny was still technically a minor.
2. Yes, the story about when Ginny was fifteen will be important, but it will be revealed later in the story.
3. Actually Ginny is 20 at the beginning of the story. She will have a birthday at a later point.
I actually do not have a clear idea of where this is going yet. Most of it is coming to me as I write. If you have any suggestions for the story, I am definitely open to them. I have a few ideas, but for the most part, I just type. If you have questions, please e-mail me or ask them in the review. I have the whole picture in my head and I want to make sure everything is clear for you.
Thanks for all the wonderful reviews! I never realized what a boost they are. You all are great!
Heather