"And I would have thought they might have put you into St. Mungo's to get your head checked," Malfoy sneered. Ginny was alarmed for a moment because she thought Malfoy knew about her eyes before he continued, making Ginny realize he was just being rude instead of pointed. "Being a blood traitor automatically means there's something wrong with your head. You should be getting your brain rearranged so that you can think correctly, rather than going to school."
"Just make sure Carrow doesn't rape you, Malfoy," Luna said suddenly. "I've heard he likes young blond boys."
Malfoy's already pale face went white.
"Malfoy! Where the hell did you go?" Carrow's voice echoed down the hallway and into the open compartment door. Malfoy winced and threw the door shut. He climbed underneath the bench as Carrow's footsteps sounded outside the door.
"I'm not here," Malfoy said almost desperately to Ginny since Luna had gone back to aimlessly humming to herself.
"You'll owe me," Ginny snapped as the compartment door slid open. Malfoy nodded before huddling deeper into the shadows.
"You seen Malfoy?" Carrow snapped as he glanced around the room quickly.
"Bathroom, I think," Ginny said dismissively. Carrow left and Malfoy climbed out and sat down on the bench across from her.
"He and his sister both like blonds," Malfoy confirmed with a shudder. "They always torture the blond Muggles they capture the worst. I've just been waiting," he trailed off and shook his head with a grimace of pain.
"That's horrible," Ginny whispered. "You have to do something!"
"There's nothing to do," Malfoy snapped.
"Fight them!" Ginny gasped. "Don't let them win this horrible war and they'll never be able to touch you."
Malfoy just sneered. "You have no idea what you're talking about, Weasley. Now, what do you want from me?"
Ginny hadn't thought that Malfoy would agree to her terms so was taken aback for a second before she got excited about the prospects of what she could get Malfoy to promise to.
She could get him to promise something impossible, like protecting her family from all harm in this war, or something dangerous, like spying. But neither would get her anything she wanted. Ginny just wanted to see and Malfoy could give her that.
"Your time," Ginny said softly. "Once a week I want to spend an evening with you. Just so I can see."
"What?" Malfoy gaped. "See? What the hell does that have to do with anything?"
"She's blind, you know," Luna piped up suddenly. "Ginny can't see anything except around you."
"How?" Ginny asked Luna. How could she possibly know? Ginny hadn't told anyone and no one had ever noticed before.
"You always walk so carefully," Luna said with a smile. "As if the slightest wrong movement would send you careening into everything around you. But you can see now so I'm guessing Malfoy has something to do with this."
Ginny sometimes forgot how perceptive Luna could be behind her looniness. She wasn't sure if she was glad that Luna had figured it out or whether it would be a problem. Luna had already told Malfoy.
"Blind?" Malfoy laughed. "She's looking at me right now! She's hardly blind."
"I am," Ginny said softly. "Only, for some reason I can see whenever you're around."
"And I'm supposed to believe that?" Malfoy sneered and stood to leave.
"One evening a week," Ginny said pointedly as Malfoy left. "Send me a note for which one is best for you."
Part Two
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