Summary: She always knew he was different; she could always sense something about him that no-one else seemed to notice. She always knew the he would be her descent into the darkness, and she knew she would find ecstasy in every second of it.
Rating: R for language, violence and sexual scenes.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any characters recognisable from the series by J.K. Rowling. I do however own the plot.
Demon Kiss
Chapter 1
I want you for my pleasure
I need you to satisfy my lust
I want you to be my companion
I want you to fly with me through the night
We play the forbidden game
We are hunting in the night
We kill for satisfaction
And we need the dark.
-Forever
By Blutengel
She always knew he was different; she could always sense something about him that no-one else seemed to notice. She always knew the he would be her descent into the darkness, and she knew she would find ecstasy in every second of it. She watched him for years, silently, noting every line of his face, every small movement and every subtle nuance. She dreamt of him at night, although she never spoke of those dreams to anyone, for they would surely think her mad. But he was so far removed from her, so far removed from everything she knew…He was like ice, like a sculpture in his pure white beauty, so unreachable, so untouchable.
Everyone said that he was a Death Eater, but she knew different. She knew he was so much more than that; he would never be part of so small an evil, never would he blindly follow another. No, he was too great for that, too singular in his exquisiteness. So she watched him from a distance, and every day she loved him more.
What she did not know was that he watched her too.
Ginny Weasley shivered and drew her cloak tighter around her slender frame, trying to keep the freezing wind from finding a crack to slip through. It was stupid, walking alone so late at night, but she needed the air to help her clear her head. At twenty three years old, Ginevra Weasley was no longer frightened of the dark, but this night she felt a warning prickle run down her spine. Perhaps if she had become aware of her feeling of foreboding before she had set out, she would have stayed within the safety of her warm apartment, but it was too late now.
So she trudged forward through the cold London winter night, keeping her head low and walking as fast as she could, her wand clutched tightly in her right hand. At the age of twenty three Ginevra Weasley knew how important it was to listen to one's intuition. She had to keep a tight rein on her unease lest she find herself running from one circle of bright light to the other, trying to keep out of the dark between the light of the street lamps. Apparating was out of the question since she was in muggle London and she could not take the risk of being seen, but she sorely wished that she could simply disappear to her apartment with a crack.
About a block from her apartment a sudden movement caught the corner of her eye, but when she turned her head sharply to get a better look, it was gone. She shivered for what felt like the hundredth time and tried to increase her pace, but she could not move much faster without jogging. Somehow she knew that breaking into a run would be disastrous, but her mind kept on nagging her to walk faster.
Relief swept over Ginny as she finally reached the entrance to her apartment block, and she yanked the door open with slightly more force than needed. To muggles the building would simply look like many others around the city, but none of them would ever enter it due to a handy spell. Any muggle that tried the door would suddenly remember some urgent errand that had to be done, and leave. It had worked fail-proof so far, and many witches and wizards lived comfortably in the building, able to do magic without the prying eyes of muggles.
Taking the stairs two at a time, Ginny wasted no time getting back to her apartment, fumbling with her keys as her haste made her clumsy. Once inside her apartment, the door carefully locked and several ward spells in place, Ginny leaned back against the door, sighing and rubbing the heels of her palms across her tired eyes. Somewhere in one of the apartments around her loud music was blaring, but Ginny ignored it, making a beeline to the kitchen. It did not take her long to make herself a cup of hot coco, and she sipped it as she wandered from the kitchen to her bedroom.
She dropped her cup, not seeming to care as the brown liquid flew across her carpet and her shoes. On the white pillows of her bed lay a single black rose.
Outside Ginny Weasley's apartment block a young man stood in the shadows. He does notappear bothered by the cold bite of the wind, and his black cloak flaped around him in the strong gusts. His hair shone platinum in the clear moonlight as his grey eyes remained fixed upon the building before him. Almost as if he could see something others could not, he smiled, a cool, slow smile, before turning away and disappearing into the night.