"Are you totally sure you want this, Draco?" My father asks with a frown on his face.
We're on our way to collect Ginny. The battle of Hogwarts just finished, we won, and the Dark Lord sent me and twenty other men to collect my prize. I just smile at my father and pull down my mask that's smeared with dirt and blood from the battle.
"Draco," He tries to get my attention by grabbing my shoulder. "Don't you want a wife that is… willing?" he asks again for the millionth time and I roll my eyes.
He doesn't understand. He doesn't get that I will make her willing. I will make her love me. "I want her, Father," I say solidly. "So, let's get her."
We all lift our wands and Apparate to the Weasley home where I'm sure she'll be. To my delight she wasn't fighting in the final battle. It pleased me that she wasn't. She's too soft, and she's too perfect to be fighting like that. Because their secret keeper is dead we were able to find the "house" with no problem. I look at the crooked shack in distaste and I crinkle my nose at the animals roaming free in the yard. Soon she'll live in a proper home with proper clothes and she'll have anything thing she could ever want. I smirk to myself at the thought. If she's good I plan on spoiling her.
"Come on out, Weasley," my father says with a vicious smirk on his face. A part of him will enjoy this no matter what misgivings he has about my choice.
I look up through the holes in my mask and see the old man's frightened face in one of the upstairs windows. Ginny's father, he looks so hopeless. I know my father is taking some pleasure in this… maybe even a lot to be honest. Although he doesn't agree with me taking Ginny like this, he definitely will be the first to step up and hurt Arthur Weasley anyway he can. Blood feuds cut deep.
"We need to speak to you," he says and then laughs as he gestures to all the men around him with his leathered gloved hand. "As you can see you don't have much of an option."
After a few quiet moments Arthur Weasley appears before us with a hard glare in his eye as he makes his way towards us. Following beside him is another meaty red head with a limp who I assume is one of his million sons. They both have wands gripped tightly in their hands and brave, stubborn looks on their faces.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" Arthur asks with so much hate in his voice that a lesser man would be scared.
My father merely smiles. "I noticed you didn't participate in the battle tonight, Arthur," He tisks his tongue as if he was talking to a child and I watch the scene in amusement. "If you did you would know that you've lost. You should be on your knees right now, begging for your life."
Arthur Weasley spit at my father's shoes then after shaking his head. He actually spit, how vulgar. "You're a sorry excuse for a wizard, Malfoy," he says hatefully, pushing up the ugly glasses on his face.
"Yes, because you are a prime example of what a proper wizard should be," my father replies dryly, glaring at the spit on his shiny black boots. He'll have to throw that pair away now. He looks at Weasley in disgust as he steps back to avoid any other salvia the older Weasley might feel the need to project, but they both remain calm. "We want your daughter, Weasley. Give her to us and no one has to be hurt."
I look up to the window where Weasley was staring down at us earlier and I notice her standing in the exact same spot. She's heard everything and she's watching with wide eyes as our Father's fight with one another in front of us. I smile behind my mask.
"We'd rather die," says the meaty red head to Arthur Weasley's right. His father nods to show his acceptance and they both stand a little straighter. I roll my eyes again.
It was a stupid thing to say.
My father smiles a devilish smile and lifts his wand. "If you say so," he mutters before sending the killing curse at the younger Weasley, illuminating everyone around us in green. He goes flying to the ground and lands with a thump, staring out ahead of him with glassy, dead eyes. I disarm Mr. Weasley easily, but he doesn't even look at me. He's too busy staring down at his dead son in disbelief to care.
My father then lifts his wand to Ginny's father, a moment I'm sure he's fantasized about for a while, as Weasley kneels beside his dead son and takes his hand.
"Wait!" It's a light female voice and all heads turn to the redheaded girl who's running from the house. She's dressed in only a light nightgown with a blue ribbon in her hair and she nearly trips in her haste to get to us. "Wait! Please don't. I'll go with you," she crys desperately with tears in her eyes.
"Go back inside, Ginny," her father says, but he's too late. Ginny's already by his side looking shaken and pale. I want to reach out and touch her but I hold back knowing soon I'll be able to touch her whenever I want.
"I'll do what you want," she says solidly, looking my father in the eye. "Just don't kill him."
I haven't seen her in over a year. Her body has developed more. Her hips and breasts have become fuller and her hair is longer. My eyes darken with desire as I watch her breathe heavily in and out, her chest rising and falling with each breath as she brings a hand up to her heart. I can't wait to take her and make her mine. I take off my featureless white mask and smile at her as I would a Christmas present. Her eyes widen when she sees me and she flicks a nervous glance to her father. She obviously doesn't understand either, but soon she will.
"Take my hand," I tell her as nicely as I can as I hold old my hand towards her. I even find it in me to smile a little bit but she looks horrified and she stares at gloved hand as though it would bite her.
"Don't," her father pleads with a pained expression on his face, looking at my hand like it would kill his daughter… but it would definitely kill him if she doesn't listen to me.
"If you come with us, your parents will live." My father's smooth voice filters through the air. Considering he didn't agree with this… he sure is helping. "If you don't we'll kill them."
Ignoring her father she stretches a shaky hand to mine and when my fingers close around hers I know I will never let her go. She looks back to her home before we Apparate away and I can see her sadness and fear as the other Death Eaters set the pitiful shack on fire. She gives me a helpless look before I wrap my arm around her waist and bring us both to Malfoy Manor. I know she will love it there… eventually.
I was trying to focus on breathing, but it wasn't working out very well for me as my throat closed up and my lungs felt tight. I was shoved down onto a puke green chair where I held my hands tightly together in front of me, trying hard not to shake. Draco had grabbed my wand, I wasn't even holding on to it that tight, and right now I wish I would have. He put it in his pocket but I didn't try to get it back because I'm too confused. I'm in shock. I had never seen a person die before… I never thought the first dead body I'd see would be my own brother. A small sob escapes my throat. I didn't even know I was crying.
"Ginny," I lift my eyes and see Draco Malfoy with a triumphant look on his face. Why is he so happy? Why am I here? "We have a few things to discuss," he says with a smirk on his face.
I start looking around me for exits, a way to get out of this stupid situation that I put myself in. Survival instinct has kicked in and I want to run.
"Miss. Weasley, you should probably know that your life and the lives of your worthless parents are now in our hands," Lucius Malfoy says as he drops his hood and with a flick of his wrist two glasses of liquor appear before him. He hands one to Draco and takes a small drink from his own. "Now, you will do as you are told or we will murder your mother and father in the most horrific way possible. Do you want that?"
That was a cruel and unfair question. I don't answer right away but the pointed look the older Malfoy gives me makes me scared. I do believe them. "No," I answer very quietly. No wonder my parents didn't want me to fight in the final battle. I'm not ready to handle things, I'm not brave enough.
"Good," He takes a seat opposite me and crosses his legs. I notice Draco doesn't sit down. He stands, leaning against a chair, with his eyes intense on me as they roam around my body. It makes me nervous and uncomfortable, like he's seeing right under my clothes. What could they possibly want from me?
"I don't know anything," I say, thinking that maybe they thought I had information on Harry and the Order… I don't.
This time it's Draco who answers and there's a laugh in his voice. "Of course you don't. Why would they tell you anything?"
I'm offended by that comment so I send him a glare. He merely lifts an eyebrow at me like he was slightly amused by it so I look away. "Didn't I tell you she was pretty, Father?" Draco's smooth voice cuts into me and I look at both of them with wide eyes. Draco is smirking again. "I think she's very pretty."
"Yes, she is," answers Lucius, with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Now, young lady, this is what's going to happen." He sits back in his chair, making himself more comfortable as he looks at me. A feeling of dread starts to pool in my stomach and I feel like I might throw up. "By the end of the week you are going to marry my son."
My mouth dropped open and my face turned red. "W-What?" I managed to stutter out. That was probably the last thing I expected to hear.
I flick a glance at Draco who smiles at me and goes to the side bar to refill his glass. His father starts talking again as I stare at his narrow back in astonishment… and a little bit of disgust.
"Ginevra," Lucius makes me look at him again. I didn't even know he knew my name. "You are going to marry Draco and you will be a willing, obedient, lover like any good wife should be." He stands up as my heart starts pounding. I grip my nightgown in my fists as my heart beats in my ears so loudly that I'm sure they could hear it in China. I think I may faint. "You will give him as many children as he wants and you will behave like a proper lady at all times or we will rid this world of your pathetic little family… or what's left of it." He cracks his neck and looks to Draco. "I have to go clean up. You can fill her in on the details."
With that he leaves and I watch him close the door with my mouth slightly hanging open like an idiot. Draco takes the seat that he occupied and gives me a handsome smile that scares me more than anything. "Well?"
"Well what?" I ask lightly.
"Any thoughts?" His voice is sweet, which is so inappropriate for this situation.
"I don't want to marry you," I say with a little more bravado than I thought possible. Since Lucius is no longer in the room I'm feeling a little stronger. "Harry will come and get me," I tell him smugly, tilting my chin up the slightest bit. "And you are going to be sorry."
Anger flashes in his gray eyes and I sit back on the puke green chair a little further to escape it. "Potter is dead and you will never mention his name in front of me again," he says hatefully.
Harry is dead? That's not right… that can't be. He can't be dead. He can't be dead because I love him. "That's a lie," I say fiercely.
"No, it's not."
"Yes, it is, you foul rodent."
His face turns to anger but then smoothes out like a piece of marble as his voice drops to that sweet tone again. "Oh, you don't know, do you?" he sounds sympathetic, it makes me nervous. "Potter died tonight along with the rest of Dumbledore's ragtag army." His smile becomes predatory. "We've won… we own the world now, Ginny. So I suggest you not talk back to me again." His voice sounds hard at the end and it sends a shiver down my spine.
They know where my parents are… they will kill them. "Why?" I ask, finding my voice. I wipe some tears away with my hand. "Why do I have to marry you?" Personally I would have preferred if they killed me.
He smirks again and I find myself wishing I could smack it off of him. "Because I want you," he says like it was the most obvious thing in the world. He stands up and calls for a house elf then looks me straight in the eyes. "and I always get what I want, Ginny. You'll find that out soon enough." The house-elf comes into the room and tugs on my hand. When I stand up Draco rakes his eyes up and down my body, making me want to cover my self. "I hope you sleep well tonight." He gives me a suggestive wink that makes my heart pound.
I gulp loudly and let myself be pulled away from him. I look over my shoulder as I'm led out of the room, trying to find some clue as to why this is happening to me. I see him walk over and gaze into the fire with the glass of alcohol in his hand. He takes in a deep breath and loosens the tie around his neck before finishing off the contents of the glass and setting it on the mantle. This is probably the worst, most surreal thing that has ever happened to me. In a daze I follow the house elf to my new room.
Even I know that fancy fabrics and a comfortable bed don't make a room any less of a prison cell. I sit on the edge of the mattress and stare out the window at the night time sky.
I am in completely in over my head.
I'm completely exhausted.
I fought hard tonight and my body is sore, but that doesn't mean I was going to miss out on my victory tonight. Ginny Weasley is upstairs right now, and she's all mine. I smile to myself as I watch the fire. She didn't fight as much as I thought she would, but judging by her pale skin and wide eyes I think she was still a little shocked over the whole thing. That will change soon.
Father had helped me plan what to do with her. He said that women, especially ones like Ginny, need a strict hand when you're dealing with them or else they'll run all over you. Since she's not here by choice… yet, Father said she would try to do everything in her power to upset me. I don't want to think about her doing things like that, but I know he's right. There was defiant look in her eyes tonight as I talked to her and the way she tilted her chin up the slightest bit when she talked about Potter did nothing but infuriate me. I look into the fire for a few more moments before going upstairs to take a shower.
It relaxes my muscles and cleans my body of the dirt and blood that had covered it. We won, I have Ginny, and most of the Order is dead. Today has been a good day. I stumble to my bed and fall into a deep sleep. I forego all of the victory parties tonight so I can save my energy for the confrontation with Ginny tomorrow. It should be interesting I muse to myself as I stare up at the ceiling, thinking about all the different things I want to do to her. I wonder if she'll let me kiss her.
Well, it's not like she has any say in the matter.
The door was unlocked when I tried to open it and a rush of excitement went through me because of it. I couldn't go to sleep, I wouldn't even try. Too many terrible things were going through my brain….I have no idea what's going to happen to me, or what's happened to my family and… I don't want to marry Draco! Why does he even want to marry me? I'm not the only pureblooded girl his age and I'm definitely not the prettiest. It just doesn't make any sense.
The morning sun is blinding to my exhausted eyes so I squint my eye lids to block it out as I open the door and peer outside. The walls are red and have a pattern to them, with large tapestries hanging on the walls. No one is out here and the thought of freedom makes my pulse race as I carefully start walking down the hallways.
I start picking up my pace the farther I walk, and the farther I walk, the braver I get. The corridors have ornate dark wood work and menacing marble statues held up on little Grecian podiums watch me as I make my way around this maze of a house. The lifeless eyes of the busts make me want to walk faster... in fact they make me want to run. It looks like they may tell on me, or yell at me…or something horrid. So I quicken my pace and my paranoid mind makes me believe there are footsteps behind me so I start running.
If I can get out of here I could find my parents and then we could all be safe. It makes sense to me but this house is like a maze and I don't know where I am. I should have paid attention to that house elf when it led me to that room last night. I turn the corner and walk through the doorway at the end of the hall, pushing the thick double doors open with out much care. I jog down the dark hallway and turn the corner, storming into a room at the end of the hall and pausing a moment to look around because I wasn't expecting everything to be so light.
The room is bright yellow with a white marble fireplace that supports a large painting of a blonde female woman who is scowling at me. The transparent white window curtains sway as I run past them but I don't pay anymore attention to the beauty of the room. It's not important to me right now.
There is a dark door to the right of the huge fireplace so I open it and close it quickly behind me. I thought I went blind at first but my eyes adjusted to the darkness after a few moments of panic and I gasped out loud at my surroundings. There are no windows in this room, candles flame to life and show me the walls are completely covered in mirrors. They hang on the four walls carelessly, in all different sizes with different detailed frames. It freaks me out. So I take careful steps further in as I nervously look around me.
It's like being inside of a demented fun house and I nearly start shaking when I hear whispers Every time I turn around I meet my own reflection, showing me the frightened look on my face. I can't find a door, it's too dark in here and the candles cast barely enough light to see my own feet. I start to panic and my breathing becomes erratic. The whispers get louder and louder and I start crying, unable to handle it because I hate the dark. I start feeling along the walls, trying to find a door knob but my reflections in the mirrors have started to talk to me, saying horrible teasing things to me.
"Poor stupid little Ginny can't even find her way out of a room," my reflection mocks me with an evil smirk curing on its lips, my lips. I turn away and try another wall.
"Pathetic little Ginny is scared of the dark. Ever since big bad Tom locked her in the Chamber stupid little Ginny can't handle it."
"Shut up!" I yell. What the hell kind of room is this? Sweat breaks out on my brow and I swallow the lump in my throat.
"Shut up! Shut up!" Mocks one of the mirrors in a sing song voice. "Little Ginny Malfoy can't handle it."
"I am not Ginny Malfoy!" I yell at my mocking reflection that's looking at me with amusement in its brown eyes… my eyes. This is so weird.
"Ginny Malfoy will be on her knees every night!" the demented reflections say with twisted smiles. "Please, Master Draco? May I, Master Draco? Can I, Master Draco? Harry Potter dead in the ground and his Ginny girl's a whore."
"I am not listening to you anymore," I cover my ears and close my eyes.
I can still hear them, like they were in my own head. "Traitor Ginny Malfoy, what would Harry Potter think now?" There's an evil laugh and it makes me shake because it's my laugh. I don't think I've ever sounded that mean or evil. What the hell kind of room is this!? "Ginny loves Draco, Ginny loves Draco," it starts singing like a little girl's song. "Ginny loves Draco, Ginny fucks Draco, Ginny fucks Draco. Poor Harry Potter, Ginny fucks Draco. "
"Stop it!" I scream walking over to one of the smirking mirrors and punching it with my fist.
I'm the one that ends up screaming as the shards of glass pierce my skin. I can feel my blood run over my knuckles and hand as the mirrors continue teasing me. If anything they become louder, like they're right in my mind.
"Little Ginny's brother's dead so she can be a slave."
I sit down in the middle of the floor and cover my ears, rocking back and forth as I try to block the voices out. This is what it must feel like to go mad. I should have just stayed in my room. I shouldn't have come here.
"Stupid little Ginny! Always has to be saved," It yells and I start crying, ignoring the pain in my hand and the blood that's coating my skin. I feel like I'm losing my mind and that my brain is bleeding…. like I'm right on the edge of something terrible. "Ugly little Ginny never gets what she wants."
"Ginevra?" It's a low, male voice and I lift my head to the crack of light that's streaming in the room. The voices stop and I drop my head to my knees, crying again.
Draco walks in and picks me up like I was a child, walking me into the smooth yellow room with the snooty looking woman hovering in her painting. He sets me down on one of the white pearl chairs and takes my hand that's still covering my ears.
"You're a mess," he points out as he takes in all the tears and blood. I refuse to look at him. "You know, if you wanted to take a tour all you had to do was ask."
"What was that room?" I ask with a sob in my voice. I know I'm not a pretty crier. My pale skin causes my face to become all blotchy and my eyes turn blood shot. I know I look horrid and pathetic right now but he's looking at me like I'm the best thing he's ever seen.
"Nothing you need to worry about," I give him a troubled look as he takes out his wand and starts healing my hand. "I'll never put you in there," he reassures me. "No matter how bad you are," he says with a smile. I don't smile back.
"I want to go home," I say quietly when he cleans up the blood and I pull my hand back to cradle against my chest. "Please, just let me go home."
His face becomes hard again. "This is your home now."
I don't respond to that. I look dutifully out the window, trying to ignore him. I guess I should thank him for healing my hand but it's his fault I'm here and it's his fault that he has an evil room like that in the first place. I feel a hand on my face so I turn to him in surprise, not liking that he's touching me so casually and intimately.
"When can I talk to my family?" I ask quietly, searching his face for some sympathy or understanding.
There's a moments pause and then he replies, "You don't need to talk to them anymore," his voice sounds controlled and narrowed. "We're going to be making our own family soon."
I bat his hand away. Is he mad? He'll never be my family. "How do I even know they're still alive?" I ask meanly. "They could be dead. People like you never tell the truth."
"You'll never know either way, now will you?" he questions tightly. "Rest assured though, if you do decide to do anything stupid I will bring them in front of you and torture them until they go mad, and only then will I kill them. Do you really want to find out if I'm bluffing or not?" I don't say anything. I clench my jaw shut and stare down at the floor. "Well?"
He's expecting an answer. "No," I mumble in a defeated voice hating that I'm weak and hating the fact that I feel so defenseless against him.
"Besides," he says in a softer tone but I refuse to look at him. "I think you and I will make beautiful babies," My heart aches at those words and I want to cry again, not understanding my situation at all or why I'm here with this person I don't even now.
I can feel his hand on my face again. His disposition totally changed. "Aren't you going to thank me for saving you from that terrible room?" I glare at him, he smiles then his eyes flick down to my lips. I don't like the way he looks at me. "I can think of a good way to show your gratitude," he says before bringing his lips to mine.
I freeze and my body tenses. He just took me from my family yesterday and now he's kissing me? This is such a messed up world we live in. He places his hands on my thighs and I can feel his tongue licking my lips, wanting me to open for him. I won't do that. I won't kiss him. He becomes frustrated and bites my lower lip painfully hard with his sharp teeth. I whimper and pull away, bringing my newly healed hand up to my lip and watching him in astonishment.
"You are going to be my wife soon so you had better learn how to kiss me properly," he says meanly with an annoyed scowl on his face.
"I don't even know you," I say with venom, unable to hold back. "Why are you doing this to me? We've never even had a proper conversation before," I say, almost pitifully. I'm so confused and I don't understand what's going on here. I'm waiting for someone to jump out and tell me this is a joke… or a bad dream.
"You'll know me soon enough," he states curtly, standing up and dusting off his clothes. "We'll be together for a very long time, so I suggest you make an effort."
"I'll never love you," I say solidly, looking him in the eyes. "I could never love you. Do you really want someone who doesn't love you for a wife?"
"Time will tell on that," he snaps, grabbing my arm and pulling me up. "By the way, this is the west wing and you aren't allowed in here," he yanks me closer to him. "Let me show you around your new home, princess."
He drags me out of the room and down the hallway. His grip is so tight I'm sure he'll leave bruises. I hate him and this place will never be my home.
"It's your wedding, dear. You have to pick a dress," Narcissa is trying to be nice to me, but I don't want to be nice to her. I don't think it's right that she smiles while picking out my clothes for my awful wedding. She should dread it as much as I do.
"Now," she continues, ignoring my glare and looking down at the magazine in her hands. "The ceremony will be really small, but every girl deserves to look like a princess on her big day." She gives me a sympathetic smile but I look out the window.
It's been two days since the mirror incident and I haven't seen Draco at all. Thankfully. He gave me a tour around this house that by the end of I was out of breath and my arm hurt because he didn't release it from the death grip he had it in. I'm not allowed to go to the west wing, his bedroom, or his study…. like I would want to go to any of those places anyways I think with a sneer.
I can't get that painful kiss out of my mind, though. Does he really expect me to sleep with him and act like a normal wife should? I refuse to have his children, no matter how beautiful he thinks our babies will be. I won't do it. I can't. I'm supposed to marry Harry. Not him. If it weren't for my parents I wouldn't be going through with this. Maybe that's why I'm here… to get back at Harry. But Harry's dead… I look down thinking about him.
"Ginevra, just point to one and we'll send out for it," Narcissa says sharply, fed up with my distant behavior. I don't even look as I point to one of the white dresses. With a sigh she stands up and leaves the bed room. It locks behind her. Since the whole mirror room incident Draco has kept the door locked. He's such a bastard.
With a sigh I walk to the window and stare out at the well manicured grounds. I see a horse stable down the hill and a few times I saw Draco take a horse out a ride it while I was stuck in here. Why is he doing this to me!? It makes me so frustrated when I ask myself this question. I can't be that tempting and I'm just as much a stranger to him as he is to me. What gain does he get from all of this?
The dress that I'm wearing is new… like all of the other clothes stuffed into the drawers and closet. It makes me wonder how long this was planned, how long had Draco wanted me? I look down at my body and run a hand along my curves. Does he really want to have sex with me? That makes me nervous and scared. I'm eighteen. I've never been with a boy like that before because I was foolishly saving myself for Harry, for when he came home from the fight. I realize that was a mistake. I should have just slept with him before he left so I wouldn't be in this situation. I've heard it hurts the first time. Malfoy probably won't be gentle with me. I want to cry again.
A light knock startles me out of my thoughts. I turn to the door as it opens. Speak of the devil. "Gin," Draco greets me with a nod of his head.
I don't like that he calls me 'Gin.' He says it like he knows me, like we're friends in a close relationship. "What do you want?" I ask meanly with my arms crossed. I try to pretend I have power but we both know I don't.
He smiles. "I want you to come with me," he tells me, holding out his hand.
His eyes dare me to disobey him and after a very deep breath I put my small hand into his. He leads me down to the main sitting room and tells me to sit on the light colored couch. I'm reluctant to do so. but I obey anyways, because what other choice do I have? Again I feel like I'm in way over my head but in the back of my mind I feel a little confident. I'm the only girl in my family with six older brothers, so someone was always there to bail me out or help. Even Harry has rescued me a few times and I'm sure they'll come swooping in to save me now… won't they?
"We need to go over some rules," he says as he walks over to a shelf and removes an empty crystal glass. "I expect you to follow them to the best of your abilities." He takes out a clear bottle full of brandy and removes the lid to pour it. "If you don't listen to me you'll be severely punished."
Severely punished? I am not a dog. His back is still to me so he can't see how hatefully I'm looking at him. "What do you mean?" I ask with an edge to my voice.
"Number one-" he says, ignoring what I had asked him. "I am in charge here. You can not deny me anything I ask of you."
"What?" I say clearly not believing I heard him right.
"Number two-" he continues. Turning around and crossing his arms with the glass in his hands. "If you want something, you have to ask me for it. I'm the one that provides for you now. You depend on me."
I snort out loud. "You can't be serious…." This has to be a joke.
"Number three-" he says, cutting me off. "I own your body now. You will wear whatever I want you to and you will always submit yourself to me when I say so."
"Malfoy, this is ridiculous."
"You will call me Draco," He snaps, annoyed that I keep interrupting his list. "We're on a first name basis now, sweetheart. I suggest you get use to it."
"Fine," I say sharply. "Draco… you can't really expect me to follow these foolish rules and I'm not going to…. " I nearly choke on the word, "submit myself to you whenever you want. I have a right to say no," I say bravely, remembering what my Mother always told me.
Married women have the right to say no, and single women have the right to say yes. There is no shame in it when done for the right reasons.
He takes calculated steps towards me reminding me of a cat getting ready to pounce on its prey. "They are not foolish and you had better remember them," he says darkly. "Trust me, you will regret it if you do," he grabs my chin and forces me look at him. "And I will fuck you however, whenever, and wherever I want, Ginevra. You have no rights here."
The way he said that made me shiver and my eyes well up with years. I gulp loudly and look away from him.
"Number four-" he continues, in a conversational voice like he wasn't ruining my life as he drops my chin. "You are not allowed to talk or associate with any other man with out me present and only then with my permission," I don't say anything this time and he takes a seat across from me to continue. "You will never allow any other man to touch you and you are not allowed to touch anyone else. I'm the only one that has that honor." His voice becomes harsh again and he narrows his eyes at me. "I'm a very jealous man, Ginny. I can't pretend that I'm not and I don't take it well when other men come near my territory. So unless you want to get yourself hurt and the man killed I suggest you not even look at anyone but me."
He leans back in his chair, making himself comfortable while crossing his legs. "Number five- Never… and I mean never, lie to me."
I watch him from the corner of my eyes. Why all of these rules? It's like he think he owns me. "Is there anything else?"
He smiles at me, it's very unpleasant. "Number six- You belong to me now. You should never forget that."
This is ridiculous. "I don't belong to anyone," I say fiercely, about ready to stand up and stomp out of here. "I'm not an object you can own. These rules are stupid and I won't acknowledge them, you… freak Harry wannabe!" It was the best I could come up with but judging by his facial expression it was the wrong thing to say.
He places the glass on the table in front of him and takes slow steps towards me like he did before. Never once allowing his eyes to turn from mine and the cold look on his face makes me want to apologize to him…. but I refuse to do that.
"You should be nicer to me, little girl."
"Why? I'm only stating the truth," I cross my arms, refusing to be afraid of him. "Isn't that one of your rules?"
The Draco I knew from school was cruel and had a vicious temper, but he was never violent. He shoved and hexed a few people… nothing too serious… So when he grabbed me by my hair and forced me to stand up and look at him, I was a bit surprised… and scared to death.
"I will not put up with this from you," he hissed out through clenched teeth as his fingers tug at my hair to drive home his point. "You will listen to me. I have waited too long for this for you to ruin it with your mouth."
His silver eyes glare into mine as I breathe in deeply through my nostrils, trying not to visibly shake. His eyes flick down to my lips again and his tense body relaxes, causing his fingers to loosen my hair. I almost sigh in relief.
"Besides," he says after a long pause. "I have better plans for that luscious mouth of yours."
After he says that his mouth comes crashing down on mine. This was nothing like the sweet, soft kisses that Harry use to give me. This kiss was painful and it hurt. I was too shocked to do much else so I let him deepen the kiss and he almost growls as he pushes me back down on the couch. I sit up on my elbows as soon as my back hits the cushions and I look up at him fearfully. Too scared to do much else but stare at him like some moron.
He stares down at me, watching my body with an extreme hunger in his eyes that sends a jolt through me that's both wonderful and terrible. I don't think I've ever been looked at like that before. He's breathing heavily as he licks his lips and pulls the dark shirt he was wearing over his head, revealing his chest.
I can't help but stare, ignoring the nervous flutters in my stomach. His skin is pale and smooth. His muscles are well defined and show out sharply under his skin in the most attractive way. His slim, almost statue like, body is so much different from Harry's that I'm afraid it would be cold to the touch and a part of me almost wants to find out… and that thought revolts me. He falls down on top of me and I catch a glimpse of the small scars and the dark mark that is on his arm, crashing me back to reality.
He's a death eater and I should fight what's about to happen. He begins kissing my neck and his knee is forcing my legs apart. I panic. I start pushing his chest and arching my back to throw him off.
"Stop," I say, digging my nails into his skin. "Get off of me!"
His hands find their way under my skirt and he tears my knickers with strength I didn't know he possessed. I gasp and he takes the opportunity to open my legs and cradle himself between them so I can't close them.
"Stop it!" I yell loudly. I push his chest again. "I don't want this. Get off!"
He grabs my wrists and pins them above my head. "Don't fight me," he says, looking in my eyes sternly like what he was doing was something that had to be done. His arousal is pressing against my inner thigh and I almost whimper because of it. "What did I tell you?" he snaps, and my lower lip begins to tremble when I remember his horrid words. I stop moving for a moment and he takes that as a sign that I'm giving in. "I'll go slow, Gin," he says almost gently before kissing me again.
This time I turn my head, making him kiss my jaw line. "Please, don't do this," I whimper a little softer, trying to tap into his human side. "Draco, don't."
"Just accept this," he says as he lets go of my wrists and sits back on his knees to unbuckle his belt. "It will hurt less if you just relax," he tells me. He's talking so softly to me now that I would say he was being kind if he wasn't trying to practically rape me.
At the mention of pain and me finally understanding what he really intends to do tears spring into my eyes. I shake my head and sit up, trying to get away. "No."
Anger flashes in his eyes at that and he pushes me down again, pinning my smaller body under his. He kisses my collar bone and his long fingers start unbuttoning the front of my dress. When my bra is revealed he pushes the small bit of fabric down and palms my naked breast in his hand. I gasp as his cool hands knead my sensitive skin and he smirks at my reaction.
"I've waited a very long time for this," he says lightly and it frightens me to know that this is something he's been fantasizing about for some time.
His warm lips leave marks on my body. He seems to know the exact places that make me want to give in as he manipulates my body. I remember when I was in school I thought he was handsome and some times I would secretly wish he would just grab me and kiss me passionately in the hallway. Now that it's actually happening I don't know what I feel. I can feel my own arousal between my legs and I blush because of it, turning my head and closing my eyes. I would rather that he just took me instead of making me actually feel something out of it.
"You have," he says between sucking on my neck and playing with my breasts. His mouth works his way down my body between kisses. "the most beautiful body I have ever seen," he says seriously before taking one of my erect nipples into his mouth.
My traitorous body arches into him and my hips buck. I am completely loathing myself for the way I'm behaving and when he grinds his hips into mine in response I just want to die. My hands lie loosely at my sides and then I remember I should fight him so I bring them up to push his shoulders because I can't seem to find my voice. He catches my hands in his own and intertwines our fingers, pinning them down on either side of my head.
When he's done assaulting my chest he sits up and looks at me again with a cocky smirk on his face. He's always been good looking but right now his attractiveness seems deadly to me. "Don't," I say pitifully as he releases one hand to push down the rest of his clothes to reveal his very obvious erection. I look at it with frightened eyes. That won't fit. He makes me sit up to pull down the rest of my dress and he removes my bra with a quick movement of his hands. I start crying in earnest now. "Don't," I repeat as he lays me back down and dips his head to kiss me, grabbing my hands again so I can't move them.
I turn my head to get away from it and his hands tighten around mine. He goes back down to my breast and sucks gently before biting down. He must be mad that I didn't let him kiss me. I can't help but whimper out loud this time because it's painful and he's not letting up. He tugs with his teeth and a sob escapes my throat.
"I'll kiss you," I say quickly as tears leave my eyes. I just want him to stop hurting me there…. And I don't want him to hurt my parents… this is all too much for me. "I'll kiss you. I'll kiss you, I promise!" I say desperately. "Please, I want to kiss you, Draco."
He lets go of my hands and comes close to my face again. I sigh because the pain is no longer there and he watches me with a cocked eyebrow. I know what he wants. I sniff, letting more tears fall before lifting my hands and placing them in his hair, pulling his lips down to mine. This time I participate in the kiss. It's not as demanding or hard as before. It's softer and slower. He's actually very skilled at snogging and if I wasn't in this situation I would probably enjoy it. I hate that he's making me confused about what I want.
One of his hands moves between our bodies and I snap my eyes open when I feel his fingers skim along my most private area… the area that only I've touched. This can not be happening.
He pulls back from the kiss and smiles down at me as his fingers begin to rub back and forth. "You want this as much as I do," he says, making me glare at him. He smiles wider at that and brings his hand up to show me his fingers. The fire light catches the wetness that lingers off of them and my whole body blushes with shame. "You can't say you're not attracted to me," he states smugly before kissing me again.
"Please don't," I beg him because I know now it's all up to him. I don't want my first time to be on this couch… with him. "I've never done this before," I say quickly, hoping he will change his mind. How did this escalate so quickly? I don't want to have sex with a person I barely even know. "Please, Draco. I don't know what to do."
I immediately regret saying that when he smiles against my lips. "I'm glad about that," he confesses and then slides two fingers inside of me. I arch my back and make a strange noise in the back of my throat. He laughs.
He uses his skilled fingers to build up my orgasm and I have to bite my lower lip so I won't yell out. I hate him for this. My mind becomes fuzzy as he works up my body and I can see him smiling a handsome smile as my body clenches around his fingers and I cum on his hand. I'm so embarrassed and I'm completely mortified when he brings his fingers back up to inspect what he's done.
He smirks down at me before resting on his forearms and positioning himself to enter my body. I can feel the tip of his manhood against my own sex but I can't find the strength to fight it. My body is too in shock to protest and my bones feel like jelly. So I do nothing as he pushes slowly inside of me. He goes in a little bit and it burns as he stretches my body to accommodate his… I think he's taking pity on me when he pulls out but instead he pushes back inside of me, harder and all the way the hilt. When he breaks through my virgin barrier I cry out from the pain.
"Shh," he says sweetly into my ear, kissing my cheek. "It's alright, princess," he whispers.
"Take it out," I cry pitifully. He hasn't moved yet and I feel like I'm being torn in half. "Please take it out. It hurts," I say with a sob, though I grip his shoulders for something to hold on to.
"Just relax," he says gently, like we were lovers. He starts moving slowly, in and out of me. Dulling the pain between my legs to just a minor ache. He closes his eyes and I can see his jaw twitch as he moves on top of me. "You feel wonderful," he says breathlessly and I don't even think he's talking to me anymore. "You're so fucking tight."
I could get pregnant. This new thought strikes me like a bolt of lightening as he uses my body for his own pleasure. He lifts my right leg and bends it at my knee, allowing him to go deeper and I suck in a breath at the sensation. It feels strange to be so filled like this, to be this close to someone. It's supposed to be special… not like this. I don't want him to finish inside of me, I don't want to have the slightest chance of having his child but I know it's too late in the game for that. He'll just do it the way he wants anyways and he's so much stronger than me. So I lay back and listen to the strange noises our bodies make as we move against each other, trying not to cry too loud.
He starts moving faster. "Hook your legs around me," he orders into my ear. I don't want to do that so I pretend like I didn't hear him. He gives one painful thrust into me and I gasp while digging my nails into his arm. "Now," He says a little harsher with another painful jab. Slowly I wrap my legs around his hips, locking my ankles together behind him. "Good girl."
The new angle lets him go deeper and the feel of it makes me close my eyes and turn my head. I feel like I've been lying under him forever until finally his thrusts become harder and faster, making me wince at the painful sensations they're making. I can feel him release himself inside of me with a sigh in my ear and then he lies on top of me for a few moments, relaxing his body against mine before standing up and pulling up his pants, fastening them as he watches me. My body refuses to move so I just lie there, staring at the air in front of me. My body feels sore and empty and my eyes burn from crying.
"Here," Draco says, I look to his outstretched hand and take it.
I stand in front of him, not even bothering to cover my nudity, as he gently hooks my bra back on and places the dress on my body. He finds my knickers on the floor behind him and mends them with his wand. I watch him do this with dazed glazed eye. I can't believe what just happened. I wonder if I look different. I look down as he kneels in front of me and holds out my panties for me to step into. I hold on to his shoulders as leverage as I step in to them and he carefully slides them back up my legs and into their proper place. I can't wait to take a shower. I can feel all of the fluids in between my legs right now and it's making me feel sick.
Draco stands up straight and kisses my forehead before buttoning up the dress. I'm kind of surprised about how nice he's being considering what he just did to me. "All better," he states when he buttons the final button.
I look down at the couch and notice a small red blood stain and I have to turn away. A whole new wave of tears floods my eyes. I'm not pure anymore… It's not that I think sex is a big deal or anything… I just wanted to have my first time with someone I loved… someone like Harry.
I feel arms wrap around me and I cry into his shoulder. The criminal comforting the victim, what the hell? "It won't hurt so much next time," he says gently. I scowl into his neck. Does he really think that's the only reason why I'm crying!? "You're not use to me yet," he continues, petting my hair and kissing my ear. "You will be soon, though."
I can't take him anymore. I step away quickly and wipe my eyes. He looks a little offended at my sudden coldness towards him and I want to punch him for it. "I want to go to my room," I say meanly. I don't want to be around him. I want to go clean my body from his touch.
He nods his head and puts his hands in his pockets. He's still not wearing a shirt and all I can look at is the dark mark on his arm. "I'll walk you."
We walk in complete silence the whole way. When we reach "my" bed room he kisses me deeply before opening the door. He grabs my chin to force me look at him before I get a chance to walk in side and shut the door on his face. "I can be good to you, Ginny," he says coldly. "If you're good to me. You don't want to be on my bad side."
I nod my head wanting him to leave me alone and when he locks me in the room I run to the bathroom to shower. As I'm scrubbing my body until it's red I know things will never be the same again. What happened tonight made everything so real. Soon I will be Mrs. Ginny Malfoy.
I almost throw up in the bath tub.