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There are two types of Ginny Weasley out here: dark and definitely mentally not right, who is in love with Tom Riddle. And another one, who got rid of her childish fantasies and fears - Ginny who is in love with Draco Malfoy. Let’s go!
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From chapter 7 of “I love to hate you”.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Summary:
10 years after the war. A bored pure-blood wizard, Draco Malfoy, buys a Quidditch team for prestige. Ginny Potter plays for this team and has absolutely no idea how to find common ground with the cynical owner. But unexpected circumstances come into play, during which it turns out that if you cheat once, the temptation to continue is very strong.
I love to hate you
Guys, the end of the chapter is painful, sorry. But it’s not the end of the story!
I love to hate you
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Ginny never did go to sleep after Riddle vanished. She was so furious with him that all she wanted was to pour out the poison Tom had filled her mind with as quickly as possible.
Ten minutes to one, she was already standing in the shadows between two warehouse buildings, telling herself for the fifth time that she had to leave. Ginny had no right to be there. She was not an Auror, and she should not have been interfering in an operation she officially “knew nothing about.” But she would never forgive herself if anything happened to her brother.
The night was damp, moonless, and cold. Ginny shivered despite the warming charms, though her trembling had less to do with the chill than with anxious anticipation. From her hiding place, she could see the Blackthorn and Sons warehouse darkening at the end of the alley. Blank, long, with boarded-up windows and a rusty sign that creaked in the wind. Merlin knew what they stored there, but the building looked dead. And the Spiral hunted precisely for old archives.
The minutes felt like eternity. Ginny tightened her grip on the wand in her pocket, listening into the night.
A pale spark flared at the far corner of the warehouse and immediately went out. Then a second one, on the roof of a low extension. The Aurors were trying to remove protective charms that had been placed before them. Ginny noticed movement near the loading gates. Two figures slid along the wall. Four more took positions at the corners. One of them turned around, and for a moment Ginny thought it was Ron. The lone streetlamp, dimly lighting the street, went out, and now she knew for certain that her brother was there and had used the Deluminator. Her heart clenched painfully. He was probably certain his sister was asleep at home, or at least not sticking her nose where it did not belong.
Chapter 27
Tom torturing Ginny
— Do you think you can control the spider, my Love?
Ginny shuddered in surprise. There was nowhere to hide from Tom, and at the same time, she noted with displeasure that she was glad he had appeared. Let him say vile things to her; Riddle was still necessary. She turned toward the voice.
— Congratulations, silly girl, — Tom continued. — He beckoned, and you came running after “the truth” like a little dog. How easy you are to control.
— Why didn’t you come when I called you? — she interrupted him.
— Why would I spoil my mood? Besides, you refused to pay for my attention.
Ginny flushed and threw Tom a look full of disgust.
— You won’t get that now either, Riddle.
Tom approached Ginny slowly, step by step, like a snow leopard before a leap.
— That stage is over, Ginevra. You have proved that even after all these years you have not forgotten me, and you have already given me your body.
Chapter 26
Blossoms
Fast burn, fluff and humor
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Draco exhaled sharply and took another drink. The room began to swim before his eyes, replaced by a kaleidoscope of images. Lucius, looking at him with arrogance and disappointment. Potter, burning holes through him with his stare at the Auror Office. Ginny asking, “Would you turn your father in if you found out he was involved in all this?” And then Lucius again, with his: “Do you think your Weasley will stay with you when she learns the truth?”. His imagination instantly conjured a horrifying image of Nott making advances toward Ginny. What had she meant when she wrote about a venomous spider?!
He got up, grabbed the bottle, and staggered out onto the balcony, straight into the pouring rain. Draco leaned against the wall and finally stopped holding himself together. He broke down sobbing. Thunder swallowed the sound of his crying.
Everything he had spent so long building, trying to become independent from his father, had collapsed in an instant. His relationship with the woman he had been in love with for so long was under threat. Nott was weaving his webs right under their noses and leading everyone around like fools. And the vilest part was that Draco had chosen to turn a blind eye to his father’s dealings, even though he had known perfectly well he shouldn’t.
He had been a coward. He was still a coward.
Chapter 26.
What if I turn Ginny and Draco portrait into Chinoiserie art?
— Gin, what happened? After everything Harry pulled, I thought you’d at least lie low for a day…
— Ronnie, I’m fine. A secret informant has appeared. Here, — she handed him a scrap of paper with the place and time written on it. — There’s a chance to catch the Spiral. The source isn’t the most reliable, so be extremely careful.
His eyes ran over the address.
— Are you sure?
— No. But I can’t ignore a lead. He’s risking a great deal too.
— Gin, what have you got yourself into? Don’t get involved in this. Please.
— They are erasing and rewriting history! Do you know it has already reached even History of Magic textbooks?
— Bloody goblins, how do you know that?
— Ron, — Ginny tilted her head to the side, hinting that he shouldn’t ask unnecessary questions. — Tell me how it goes, all right?
He shook his head.
— This is bad. Very bad.
— I’m not asking you to share investigation details. I know you can’t. But we need to check the informant. What if he’s right?
— And if he isn’t?
— Then I’ll give you his name.
Chapter 26.
A bargain
— Why do you think Draco is using me? What would he need that for?
— I think he is humiliating his father this way. No offense, Ginny, but the Weasley name has always been like a red rag to Lucius. Of course, in his case it would have been more effective to start an affair with a Muggle-born, but our beautiful prince would never… — he had clearly meant to say “stoop,” but instead said, — lower himself to that.
— So my last name doesn’t bother you? — Ginny asked defiantly.
— I’m not like the Malfoys.
Chapter 26. A bargain.
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