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Title: Fireball
Author: elenaface. dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: R
Prompt: (#40) Start
Completed: [17/50]
Summary: [for lions_serpents] [Blaise/Ginny; Theodore/Ginny] "Oh hell no! You aren't going to make me a kiss-ass to Voldemort!"
Warnings: abuse, non-con, blood. the usual..
Notes: dedicated to royalty25 and inspired from her fanfic. Part one is here.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, it's all J.K. Rowling's.
"Damn. Stupid, idiotic guys. Who do they think they are, trying to impregnate me?! They're so dumb. I wish I could just kill them and be done with it all. Stupid Nott and his stupid manwhore, Zabini. I hate them both. God, if only they would die. Or kill each other. Or go screw each other and leave me alone. I have better things to do." All of these kind sentiments were being muttered under Ginny Weasley's breath as she felt her wrists throb inside of the shackles. The curves of her foot were numb and the ball of her foot ached from standing there for almost twelve hours. Her hair was in her eyes and she spent five minutes blowing it to no avail. Her foot had lost holding a couple of times which had left painful ripping marks from the shackles around her wrists as she had struggled to pull herself up.
"It's nice to know what you finally think of us, Weasley." She scowled. Theodore Nott approached her first, Blaise Zabini remaining back in the shadows, watching him taunt the girl. "You see, you've got it all wrong. We're not trying to impregnate you. It's all of a complicated scheme that I'm going to let you in on." He grinned ferally, putting a palm against her cheek. She turned her head and bit him as he pulled his hand back with a yelp. "Don't touch me." She reminded with a nod. He glared at her for a couple of moments in which she acted as if she had not tore the shit out of Theo's hand just then. "Well, anyway. We're creating a blood traitor bond. It bonds a pureblood and another pureblood, one being disloyal, through a child. As long as the child is alive, the disloyal pureblood will become loyal." Ginny looked at Theo for a moment, registering what he was saying in his head. She thought it through, each step and process of this magical bonding. And then came...
"Oh hell no! You aren't going to make me a kiss-ass to Voldemort!" Theo smacked Ginny to silence her and she raised her knee, striking him in the chin. "Fuck off." She muttered. "I do what I want." Blaise snickered lightly - so that Ginny did notice, but Theo was too busy rubbing his chin in pain to pay attention. "As I was saying, nope. There's not a goddamn chance in all of third layered hell that I'm going to either sleep with you or have your children - either of you. And besides, not like I have the stomach for a baby. Third trimester, that sucker's gonna come out of this gigantic hole you stabbed in my side the other day, Zabini." She lifted the side of her shirt where the puncture was, dried blood around the opening. It would probably get infected later on.
Blaise walked over to her and Theodore, a smirk clearly written across his face. "But what did I tell you yesterday, fireball? I imperius'd you. You're going to want my children until you die. Or until I take the curse off, which isn't happening. You're too fun to manipulate." He moved near her as she wished to press herself into the wall. He grinned, his hand resting on her thigh. He was making her squirm. It was funny how if Theo had tried any of this, she would have put his lights out in a moment. 'That damn imperius.' She called in her mind, scowling. But there was still a feeling before she was hit with the curse. Theo hadn't even made his intentions clear before she decked him. But there was something about Blaise where she could only go to a certain point in her defiance to him without worrying what would happen next.
She glared down at him. "You only need to manipulate me because you know you won't ever get me with your fake Slytherin charm or your looks or you deceit or cunning wit. You know what? There is so much that could go wrong. I could have an abortion, miscarriage, it could die, I could kill it, I could throw it at you...so many choices!" He pressed his hand against her neck, forcing all of the air out of her lungs. Her hands would not reach themselves to his in order to pry them away. "Listen well, Weasley. Anything go wrong with this, I'll fuck you until you'll compulsively have children every nine months. Got it? Stay healthy or the baby isn't the only one who dies." Her eyes fluttered closed gently and her skin paled exceptionally as she slid into unconsciousness. Blaise undid the chains and caught her limp body as it fell in a graceful arc towards him. Bridal style, he carried her up the stairs to his chambers.
When Ginny finally came to, she was in a bed. Confused, she looked around. There was a mirror nearby. She noticed as soon as she stepped out of bed that her tattered shirt and bloody skirt were disposed of, instead, she was wearing a rather large, white button down shirt with the cuffs rolled up a considerable amount. Moving over to the mirror, she examined herself. Thin lines of bruisemarks left from Blaise's strangulation the previous hour were still purple and red around her neck. Her hair was now somewhat calmed and she looked around once more. The room was empty save for an armoire, some dressers, a couple of books, and the bed she had just climbed out of. A dim light was in the room, but she could not identify the source. With nothing else to do, she slid back into the bed. Moments later, the door opened.
Blaise appeared in the doorway, a teasing look on his features as he walked in. "Have a nice forced unconscious state of mind?" He asked. She snorted an turned on her side, facing away from him. "You disgust me. Why are you even here?" He grinned, making his way over to her. As soon as their eyes met, something stirred within Ginny. The origins of this stirring were unknown to her, but it felt as if someone was taking her mind and controlling it for her. Her hands slid around Blaise's neck and pulled him down for a rough kiss. He pushed her back, quickly ripping all of the buttons from the shirt and almost exposing her to him. She removed his shirt and pulled from the kiss, observing him. Her fingers gently brushed a large scar across his back. "What's this?" She asked wistfully. At that moment, he instantaneously froze up. Everything in him shut down and it seemed he wanted nothing to do with her anymore. She didn't understand what was going on as he mended the shirt and threw it back to her. She put it on, before following him to the threshold of the door. "What in the fucking hell is wrong with you?"
Title: Fireball
Author: elenaface. dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: R
Prompt: (#40) Start
Completed: [17/50]
Summary: [for lions_serpents] [Blaise/Ginny; Theodore/Ginny] "Oh hell no! You aren't going to make me a kiss-ass to Voldemort!"
Warnings: abuse, non-con, blood. the usual..
Notes: dedicated to royalty25 and inspired from her fanfic. Part one is here.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, it's all J.K. Rowling's.
"Damn. Stupid, idiotic guys. Who do they think they are, trying to impregnate me?! They're so dumb. I wish I could just kill them and be done with it all. Stupid Nott and his stupid manwhore, Zabini. I hate them both. God, if only they would die. Or kill each other. Or go screw each other and leave me alone. I have better things to do." All of these kind sentiments were being muttered under Ginny Weasley's breath as she felt her wrists throb inside of the shackles. The curves of her foot were numb and the ball of her foot ached from standing there for almost twelve hours. Her hair was in her eyes and she spent five minutes blowing it to no avail. Her foot had lost holding a couple of times which had left painful ripping marks from the shackles around her wrists as she had struggled to pull herself up.
"It's nice to know what you finally think of us, Weasley." She scowled. Theodore Nott approached her first, Blaise Zabini remaining back in the shadows, watching him taunt the girl. "You see, you've got it all wrong. We're not trying to impregnate you. It's all of a complicated scheme that I'm going to let you in on." He grinned ferally, putting a palm against her cheek. She turned her head and bit him as he pulled his hand back with a yelp. "Don't touch me." She reminded with a nod. He glared at her for a couple of moments in which she acted as if she had not tore the shit out of Theo's hand just then. "Well, anyway. We're creating a blood traitor bond. It bonds a pureblood and another pureblood, one being disloyal, through a child. As long as the child is alive, the disloyal pureblood will become loyal." Ginny looked at Theo for a moment, registering what he was saying in his head. She thought it through, each step and process of this magical bonding. And then came...
"Oh hell no! You aren't going to make me a kiss-ass to Voldemort!" Theo smacked Ginny to silence her and she raised her knee, striking him in the chin. "Fuck off." She muttered. "I do what I want." Blaise snickered lightly - so that Ginny did notice, but Theo was too busy rubbing his chin in pain to pay attention. "As I was saying, nope. There's not a goddamn chance in all of third layered hell that I'm going to either sleep with you or have your children - either of you. And besides, not like I have the stomach for a baby. Third trimester, that sucker's gonna come out of this gigantic hole you stabbed in my side the other day, Zabini." She lifted the side of her shirt where the puncture was, dried blood around the opening. It would probably get infected later on.
Blaise walked over to her and Theodore, a smirk clearly written across his face. "But what did I tell you yesterday, fireball? I imperius'd you. You're going to want my children until you die. Or until I take the curse off, which isn't happening. You're too fun to manipulate." He moved near her as she wished to press herself into the wall. He grinned, his hand resting on her thigh. He was making her squirm. It was funny how if Theo had tried any of this, she would have put his lights out in a moment. 'That damn imperius.' She called in her mind, scowling. But there was still a feeling before she was hit with the curse. Theo hadn't even made his intentions clear before she decked him. But there was something about Blaise where she could only go to a certain point in her defiance to him without worrying what would happen next.
She glared down at him. "You only need to manipulate me because you know you won't ever get me with your fake Slytherin charm or your looks or you deceit or cunning wit. You know what? There is so much that could go wrong. I could have an abortion, miscarriage, it could die, I could kill it, I could throw it at you...so many choices!" He pressed his hand against her neck, forcing all of the air out of her lungs. Her hands would not reach themselves to his in order to pry them away. "Listen well, Weasley. Anything go wrong with this, I'll fuck you until you'll compulsively have children every nine months. Got it? Stay healthy or the baby isn't the only one who dies." Her eyes fluttered closed gently and her skin paled exceptionally as she slid into unconsciousness. Blaise undid the chains and caught her limp body as it fell in a graceful arc towards him. Bridal style, he carried her up the stairs to his chambers.
When Ginny finally came to, she was in a bed. Confused, she looked around. There was a mirror nearby. She noticed as soon as she stepped out of bed that her tattered shirt and bloody skirt were disposed of, instead, she was wearing a rather large, white button down shirt with the cuffs rolled up a considerable amount. Moving over to the mirror, she examined herself. Thin lines of bruisemarks left from Blaise's strangulation the previous hour were still purple and red around her neck. Her hair was now somewhat calmed and she looked around once more. The room was empty save for an armoire, some dressers, a couple of books, and the bed she had just climbed out of. A dim light was in the room, but she could not identify the source. With nothing else to do, she slid back into the bed. Moments later, the door opened.
Blaise appeared in the doorway, a teasing look on his features as he walked in. "Have a nice forced unconscious state of mind?" He asked. She snorted an turned on her side, facing away from him. "You disgust me. Why are you even here?" He grinned, making his way over to her. As soon as their eyes met, something stirred within Ginny. The origins of this stirring were unknown to her, but it felt as if someone was taking her mind and controlling it for her. Her hands slid around Blaise's neck and pulled him down for a rough kiss. He pushed her back, quickly ripping all of the buttons from the shirt and almost exposing her to him. She removed his shirt and pulled from the kiss, observing him. Her fingers gently brushed a large scar across his back. "What's this?" She asked wistfully. At that moment, he instantaneously froze up. Everything in him shut down and it seemed he wanted nothing to do with her anymore. She didn't understand what was going on as he mended the shirt and threw it back to her. She put it on, before following him to the threshold of the door. "What in the fucking hell is wrong with you?"