“Oh fine. Slytherins, ay? What the hell do you
want? Whatever it is, I’m not interested, and you can all just sod off,” Ginny
snapped as she finally noticed their presence. Draco, she knew. How could
anyone miss him? Tall, lithe body with a face angels would fall for, silver
blond hair and grey eyes that shouted strength and mystery. Zabini, she’d met,
however briefly. He almost reminded her of Tom, except his eyes were a dark
chocolate brown. The guy behind them would be hulking, but he just managed to look
very well muscled instead, with a lean wolfish type of face, and blazing blue
eyes. Black hair hung shaggily over his face, and a five o’clock shadow covered
his jaw, unlike the other two who were both clean-shaven. He was unknown to
her, except. . . wasn’t he a Beater on the Slytherin team? And he had lots of
metal glinting from his ears. Um. Interesting. “Get bent,” she said tersely as
they didn’t leave.
“Pet, that I will be doing as soon as the
Feast is over, so telling me to go get fucked by a man doesn’t bother me all
that much.” Mordred laughed quietly. “Zabini is bi, and while Draco is
straight, it wouldn’t really bother him either. Better off telling it to your
brother, might do him a world of good.”
“Sod off,” she bit out, and looked back down at
her book.
“You weren’t half wrong, Zabini, she is rather
interesting,” Draco purred as the three stepped into the compartment. Mordred
slid the door shut behind them.
“Does the inbreeding your families practice
interfere with your hearing? Sod. Off.”
“How about. . .no?” Blaise planted himself
firmly next to her, and then shot up again with a startled yelp as ten claws
sunk into his leg. Ginny hid a smile as she calmly leant over and detached the
growling kitten from his robes and his flesh. He retreated to the door, eyeing
the cat warily.
“Azrael, stop it.” She tapped the kitten’s
nose firmly with the end of her finger. “You can eat the nasty Slytherins, and
tear them into little messy pieces, *later*.”
“So, this is the kitten you scared Flint off
for?” Blaise asked. Ginny nodded as she placed Azrael on her lap and petted his
head.
“I hope Flint’s karma catches up to him.”
Ginny looked at them in confusion. “Why are you talking to me at all? Just
little Ginny Weasley here. Everyone’s been ignoring me since the Chamber of
secrets and that unfortunate incident with the Basilisk. Gotten used to my
invisibility, I have. So why are you here? Is this a plot to hurt Potter or
Ron? Cos Potter won’t care, and I wouldn’t place money on Ron caring too much
either.”
“Should be bleeding obvious,” Modred said in
his husky voice as he sat down across from her. Ginny thought crazily that it
sounded like whisky poured over ice. Warm, yet cool and harsh with a biting
sting hidden in it, that could break down all barriers and make you lost.
“We’re bored. You look like you’ll break the monotony for a while.” And there
was the sting.
“Ok, I’m a toy.” Ginny nodded at her
assessment, leaning back into the soft cushions.
“Not a toy. Can’t you sense it, Mordred,
Draco? She’s a flame to set the world alight. To set the world in collision.
Kali, Artemis, Hecate. You’re in touch with the darkness now. It’s been hiding
in you, growing, building and now you’ve let it loose. May I ask what unlocked
you?” Blaise stared at her, brown eyes meeting hers with curiosity. Not even a
hint of malice. Draco was leaning against the wall, but he looked interested,
in a cool and distant way. Mordred reminded her of a dog she’d seen once, caged
and furious at its imprisonment. Raging, she could almost hear the frenzied
howling that she sensed lurked behind his pale blue eyes. They were so pale,
the outside of the irises were ringed with black, throwing his eyes into high
relief as he stared at her.
“Potter, he’s such a fool.” Ginny sank back
further into the cushions, hiding almost from their inquisitive eyes.
“Oh, now this is nice.” Mordred sat up as
Draco sat down next to him, Blaise still standing in the doorway. “Potter has
lost his little lapdog. Will you bite him now, bitch?”
“Wolf, quiet,” Draco ordered. “This will be
more fun if she’s whole. Maybe we can corrupt her.”
“Too late.” Ginny could feel the room closing
in around her as the three males took up all the breathing space, all the air.
They exuded quiet menace, barely restrained. She almost laughed giddily as her
frantic thoughts flooded her brain. “Oh, so far too late. As you said, been
hiding.” Blaise laughed suddenly.
“Let’s keep her, Draco. It will be just too
amusing to see Potter’s face when we start talking to her. He’ll go berserk.”
“Yeah, he might not want me, but I’m still his
property. Hate him for it. Hate. Azrael, listen to me, hate the great and noble
Harry Potter. *Bastard*.”
“So, what did he do to *you*?” Draco asked.
“I keep my dignity, you get to keep your
limbs. So don’t ask me again.”
“As you wish.” Draco stood and half-bowed to
her. “We must be going, but rest assured, we will be back.”
“Whatever.” Ginny bent her eyes back down to
her book, and ignored their quiet exit accompanied by the swish of black robes.
Well, that was interesting. Scary, but interesting.