Warnings: mild mentions of underage sex

"I have news," Draco spoke as he entered the room. Ginny bolted upright from the couch where she had been waiting all afternoon.

"What's happened? Is everyone okay?"

Draco huffed in response, "Think about the situation you're currently in and tell me if you think anyone is okay."

"Piss off, Malfoy. Just tell me what you know."

Draco sat down on the couch across from Ginny. "You and I have been summoned."

"What for?" she asked, trying to keep her voice even. Draco could hear the slight waver of fear.

"The Dark Lord is hosting a dinner. Apparently Potter is behaving and he wants to show him off. He demands that you and all your friends be present, so I'll have to be there too."

"Is Harry all right?!"

"I don't know, Weasley; the Dark Lord didn't say anything beyond, 'I'm pleased,' but you decide for yourself whether or not that's a good thing for Potter."

Ginny nodded, frightened. At least he was alive.

"And the rest of my friends?"

"Granger got out of training yesterday. Mother seems quite thrilled about it, so things must have gone well." Draco leaned back on the couch.

"Is she okay?"

"I don't know," Draco said vaguely as he glanced out the window. "My father isn't exactly the most gentle person, so I doubt her training was enjoyable. But Mother wants someone to pamper, so Granger might have lucked out there."

"And my brothers? My parents? Neville and Luna?" she insisted.

"I don't fucking know! If I did I would tell you, all right? Your youngest brother is at least alive; Snape mentioned something about having him help with something or other. But that's all I know about your friends."

Ginny nodded again. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were alive, and that was a good thing. She told herself they would make it out of this mess. Ginny had been spending a lot of time thinking about her family and friends.

She didn't realize she had been lost in thought until Draco's voice brought her back to reality.

"You and I have some more to discuss," he started. This time, he looked uncomfortable.

"What else is wrong?"

He paused as he thought about how to phrase what he wanted to say. Draco sighed and spoke matter-of-factly, "You'll need to train before the dinner."

"What do you mean by 'train'? Train for what?"

He rolled his eyes. "What do you think Granger has been doing this whole time?"

Her eyes narrowed as she realized what he had meant. "No fucking way, Malfoy. I have no interest in learning whatever nasty customs you want me to follow. This is all bloody disgusting."

"Well, I don't very well have any bloody interest either. I'm not exactly thrilled by the idea, you know," he retorted.

"You don't seem to be doing anything to stop it!" she spat back.

"Do you think I wanted this? Do you think I want to participate in this ridiculous tradition?!"

"At least you're not the one who's going to have to crawl around naked licking other people's arseholes," Ginny grimaced as she spoke.

Draco inhaled sharply. "Chill, Weasley. It doesn't have to be like that. We can talk about -"

"No. No way in hell. Not happening."

"I'm sorry to break it to you, but we don't exactly have a choice here."

"Fuck. Off."

The two glared daggers at each other.

"Look," Draco paused and softened his voice, "I'm sorry, all right? You won't have to do anything like... that... at all. It's all just decorum we have to follow, like proper dinner party manners. There is no way around it. If you screw up and do something wrong in front of the Dark Lord -"

He didn't get to finish before Ginny interrupted, "I'll spit in his ugly face the moment I see him, and there is nothing you can do to stop me."

"Merlin's balls, Weasley! Calm the fuck down. Do you have any idea of what he'll do if you pull something like this?"

"He'll kill me and I would die knowing I got revenge by hitting him in the eye with a loogie," she gloated.

"No. He'll torture Potter. Or your brother. Or both, for good measure. He'll do it and make you watch and tell you that it's all your fault they have to suffer."

Ginny felt the blood drain from her face.

"He's wised up, Weasley. When Potter walked into the Forbidden Forest willing to die in order save you, the Dark Lord realized that death is not a punishment for members of the Order. You are all plenty willing to become martyrs, so in his eyes killing you would be doing you a favor. He wants you to suffer, and he's more than happy to torture your friends in order maximize your punishment."

Ginny did not respond. Instead, she drew up her knees and hugged them closer to herself.

Draco continued, "You understand why we have to make sure you know how to behave yourself in his presence?"

Ginny nodded, defeated. She had only a vague idea of what she was being asked to do, and as much as she knew she already hated. She tried to keep her emotions at bay, but she felt tears welling in her eyes. She did not allow them to fall, however - she was strong and determined, and nothing Malfoy or Voldemort could make her do would take that away.

Draco could tell she was upset. He was not pleased with the turn of events either - he had hoped Ginny could have lived in his bedroom forever without having to perform in these grotesque customs - but there was nothing they could do now. He had spent all day trying to figure out the best way to do this.

"I can give you some time if you need," he prodded gently. She shook her head no and gave him a small smile.

"I'm tougher than I look, Malfoy."

He smiled back. "Well, you look pretty tough already, so I can only imagine."

She laughed a small laugh, and they both relaxed. This made Draco feel a little bit better about the situation at hand.

"About training…" he started, "it's not that bad. Or, it doesn't have to be that bad. I've got some books from my parents' library and I've been reading through them and they seem all right."

"All right for you, you mean," she spat back. "You're not the one who's going to be belittled and humiliated."

Draco felt a lump form in his throat. "Well… I've been thinking a bit about how we might, you know, make this more equal and less awkward and maybe not so awful for you and all…"

He paused to look at Ginny. She was listening intently.

"So, what if…" Draco continued, a blush creeping up his neck and over his cheeks as he tried to look at anything but Ginny, "maybe we could - and this is just an idea, there is no need to follow through with it, since it's just a conception I had this morning that I thought might make things easier for you, maybe... I was thinking we could, you know… do the training together?"

Ginny raised an eyebrow, "What do you mean, 'together'? Wouldn't the training be done together anyway?"

Draco's face was burning and he could tell his cheeks were becoming more and more red. "I meant, like, we could switch. Meaning that I train you and you train me, and this way it's equal, and maybe you won't feel like I'm owning you, or if I am at least you get to do it to me too."

Ginny's eyes narrowed. "Why?"

Draco was now beet-red. "I thought it would be more fair that way."

As realization hit her, a smug and sly smile spread over Ginny's face. "Malfoy, you're not perhaps… turned on by the idea?"

"No!" he sputtered. Ginny gave him a look indicating she was not convinced.

"And even if I was, what's wrong with that, huh? People are into all sorts of fucked up shit that makes what we'll be doing look totally normal."

"No need to be embarrassed, Malfoy," she teased, "everyone's got a fantasy or two. I just didn't realize you wanted to be… dominated." She drew out and emphasized the last word with a grin.

"Piss off, Weasley. I was just trying to help. Disregard my idea, and we'll start your training after dinner."

Draco stood up and left the room without looking back.


That evening found Draco and Ginny together again. He held an old dusty volume bound in imposing black leather. As he read through and barked instructions, Ginny assumed a series of poses.


Ginny knelt, raised her arms above her head, and crossed her wrists. She bowed her head.

The threat of Voldemort hurting her friends hung heavy over her. I'm doing this for them, Ginny kept telling herself, I'm doing this to keep them safe.

"Your knees should be further apart."

She grumbled, but complied. Draco glanced down at the list of poses the previous owner had marked with little checkmarks. Those had seemed like a good place to start. The pictures, on the other hand, were entirely too lewd and distracting, so he tried to balance looking at the pages and looking at his prisoner. Somehow they were having the same effect on him.


Gracefully, Ginny transitioned to sitting cross-legged on the floor and assumed position. All her years training as a Chaser meant that she knew how to move smoothly and quickly.

"Good. Expose."

Ginny stood up, bent at the waist and grabbed her ankles. She glanced back at Draco, who was staring into the book again, refusing to meet her eyes. He had done so for all the more risqué stances. Ginny found it somewhat prudish, but she appreciated it nonetheless.


"Malfoy, can we be done? It feels like we've been doing this for hours, and I've barely made any mistakes. Can't we give it a rest?" Ginny was starting to get bored of position training.

"I suppose... Though, say that again. In character this time."

Ginny rolled her eyes, but knelt again, placing her hand on her throat to indicate her desire to speak. Draco purposefully drew out the silence before allowing her permission, earning him a scowl.

"Sir, may I speak?"

"You may."

"Go fuck yourself," Ginny grinned before adding a sarcastic, "Sir."

Draco chuckled. "Mayhaps don't phrase it like that when my father is present, but I suppose I deserved that a bit."

"A bit?" Ginny teased, "You've been ordering me around all night! Someone ought to put you in your place."

A light rosy tint flashed over Draco's cheeks as he remembered the events of the afternoon. Ginny did not miss his reaction and relished in the opportunity to take her captor down a few notches.

"So," she began nonchalantly as she settled on a couch on the other side of the fireplace from Draco, "what draws you to this whole thing, Malfoy? What is is about it that turns you on?"

Thinking Ginny might ask this question, he had prepared in advance. "The trust I would have to feel to put myself in that position with someone," he spoke casually. "I'm not about to hand the family jewels to some random tart; it would have to be someone in whom I have complete confidence. Someone who I know could take all my power away and not hurt me, but use it to make me feel good."

Ginny stared back, dumbstruck. After a few moments, she responded, "Fuck, Malfoy. That's bloody deep."

He smirked back, "What were you expecting? Daddy issues?"

"Actually, yeah," she confessed, "not enough authority in your life or something -"

Draco interrupted with a snort and guffaw. "Not enough authority?! My entire life has been planned for me from the moment I was born. My father is a certified autocrat."

"I stand by what I said. You have always acted like the rules don't apply to you."

"I suppose," he mused, "but just because I was above your rules doesn't mean I didn't have rules of my own that I was expected to follow. Case in point: here you are."

Ginny paused to think about it for a moment, and Draco did the same.

"Weasley, your turn. What's your secret fetish?"

"Don't have one," she answered flatly.

It was Draco's turn to tease, "We both know that's not true. Come on, I've told you mine. What depraved thing have you always wanted to do?"

"I'm exactly too sober to have this discussion."

"This is something we can fix," Draco said as he snapped his fingers. A house elf showed up soon after holding a bottle and two ornate goblets. Draco filled them up and floated one to Ginny, who snatched it out of the air.

"I miss being able to do magic," she remarked.

"Think of it as the summer holidays - it's June anyway, so you wouldn't be allowed to do anything regardless."

Ginny turned to her captor with a realization. "Malfoy, what will happen to Hogwarts?"

"You seem to be under the impression that I am the Dark Lord's confidant or some nonsense. I have no idea of what is going on most of the time."

Ginny pressed further, "Do you think I'll be allowed to do magic and get my wand back some day? Do you even know where it is?"

"It's in my possession, and I will be glad to give it back to you the moment I trust you to be responsible and reasonable with it."

The witch gave Draco an incredulous look. "Really?" Then, after thinking it over, she mentioned, "I think you're bluffing. You'll never trust me."

"Only if you give me reason not to trust you," he spoke frankly. "Weasley, I want to help you. I want you to be happy, or at the very least not miserable. But I need to know that you'll work with me to make that happen."

She stared at him blankly. Draco continued.

"I need you to trust me too. Please believe me when I say I'm trying to do what's best for you. If I believed there would be something to gain by helping you escape, by Merlin, I would have done it."

Tears found their way to Ginny's eyes again. She stared at the fireplace and blinked them away.

"I can't do this much longer, Malfoy. I hate sitting about and doing nothing, especially since there is so much I could be doing to help."

"Hey," gently he called to her, "you are doing something, though. You're learning as much as you can and collecting information. You will convince them all that you're nothing more than my brainwashed sex slave so they let their guard down around you and spill their secrets."

Ginny smiled at Draco. He winked back.

"They'll never see you coming!"

Draco took a swig from his goblet and Ginny followed suit.

With both in a better mood, the conversation took a lighter turn. Goblets were drained and refilled and drained again as the two talked into the night.

"My turn!" Ginny exclaimed. "First Hogwarts crush."

"Penelope Clearwater."

Ginny shot back a horrified look. "My brother's girlfriend? But she was five years older than you! And a Hufflepuff!"

"So? She had a great rack and nice ass."

Ginny didn't know whether she was amused or disgusted. "You were only eleven!"

Draco rolled his eyes, "Come off it, Wesley. As if you weren't thinking about sex when you got to Hogwarts."

"Was not. I was blindly in love with Harry."

"And you didn't fantasize about getting it on?"

Ginny though for a moment. "Not then, I don't think. It was a childish crush; I thought about us running away and getting married like a fairy story or something."

"Ugh, now I'm the one who's disgusted and perturbed," Draco replied as he made fake vomiting motions.

"At least I wasn't lusting for some random girl with a large chest."

"Next question!" Draco exclaimed. "Best shag you've ever had."

"Dean, I suppose."

"Not Potter? I must remember this next time I see him."

Ginny scowled. "Dean wins by default. He's the only one."

Draco's eyes widened. "You mean to say that you and Potter never -"

"He wanted it to be special. Romantic. He said he couldn't do that with the threat of Voldemort hanging over his head," she defended.

"I buy the justification, but I'm still surprised. Does this mean Potter is still a virgin?"

"I suppose so, yeah."

"Fascinating," Draco remarked to himself.

With annoyance, Ginny called, "My turn again," interrupting Draco's thoughts. "Most embarrassing moment of your life?"

"You just love dragging out the past, don't you?" Draco grimaced. With a scowl, he muttered, "The fucking ferret ordeal."

Ginny snorted and almost spit out her drink. Draco felt the blood rush to his face in embarrassment.

"I had almost forgotten about it!" she exclaimed amidst laughter. "That was brilliant! I'm so glad I brought it up!"

"My question, then." With a devilish grin, Draco decided he should have some payback. "What are your kinks? What sorts of perverted things turn you on?"

It was Ginny's turn to blush. "Ugh, why don't you pick a different question? This isn't that interesting."

"Au contraire, I'm intrigued. And you know the rules - you either answer or you forfeit. Would you like to concede defeat?"

"Fine, but only so I don't lose to you," she grumbled. Ginny could feel her ears getting hot, which meant they must be as red as her hair. Her pride and refusal to lose won over her embarrassment, however.

"I've always wanted to try being with several blokes at once. There, you happy now?"

"Fascinating," Draco teased, "Do tell me more."

"Piss off, Malfoy. What else is there to say?"

"Oh, I don't know," he answered sarcastically. "Maybe you could tell me how many men, and what exactly you would like to do with them? Or what about it turns you on? Maybe who you've fantasized about?"

She blushed even further, but saw an opportunity for advantage. "That's four questions, though, so if I answer you'll owe me four turns in a row."

"Deal," Draco smirked.

Feeling more in control, Ginny's bashfulness began to fade. She answered Draco's prodding questions with newfound confidence, though her cheeks remained red.

"Most of the time in my fantasies I'm with only two blokes, but I've entertained the idea of four or five at some point or another."

Draco raised his eyebrows but did not comment. She continued.

"As for what we would do, it's kind of all over the place, literally and figuratively. Sometimes I'm taking in several pricks at once, sometimes it's just me on a bed with four pairs of hands touching me, sometimes I'm watching a bunch of blokes fight for the chance to get with me..."

"And what about this turns you on?"

"I suppose feeling so desired," Ginny mused. "It's as if I'm so irresistible that the people in my fantasies don't mind sharing because they get a piece of me, if that makes sense."

"Yeah, I can see that. It's not that crazy of a fantasy either - plenty of people are interested in threesomes and the like."

"Malfoy, how do you know so much about this sort of thing?"

"Is this one of your bonus questions?" he inquired.


"I read."

Ginny waited expectantly for him to continue, and when he did not she rolled her eyes. "Fine," she muttered quite annoyed. "Second question: where exactly did you learn all these things about fetishes; what books or other things did you read?"

Draco leaned back with his arms behind his head. He spoke nonchalantly, "At first it was through books I found in my parents' library - erotic stories and instruction manuals like the one I've got now. It was honest curiosity and fascination at first. My interest led me to some, shall we say, 'specialty' shops in Knockturn Alley, where I got my own volumes and other supplies. They had lots of pamphlets and I learned a lot. I did a little bit of long-distance stuff with an older French woman for a while during our fifth year, but it fizzled."

Ginny's eyes widened. "Wait, you were with an older woman when you were only fifteen?! That's fucked up!"

"Relax, Weasley; we never even met in person, and it was through a pen-pal service organized by the shop, so I only knew her by a pseudonym. I think we both saw it as a sort of sexual mentorship. It's not that messed up."

"But it was! She was turned on by it and violated you!"

Draco sat up and glared, "I think I get to decide for myself if I feel violated or not. I don't know if she was turned on at all, since that was not part of our relationship. I trusted this woman, and she helped me understand my sexuality in a way that made me feel comfortable. I would appreciate it if you stopped passing judgement on my experiences."

Ginny looked down bashfully.

"If it makes you feel better, I was the one who went looking for mentorship. I always felt completely in control, and she reinforced that often by always making sure I was initiating everything."

"What was it like," Ginny asked sheepishly, "being mentored by this woman?"

"Mostly she would give me writing prompts. Things like, 'tie your legs to the bedposts for fifteen minutes. When you're done, write about how it felt.' Or sometimes it was things like 'tell me what has been frustrating you lately' and she would respond with encouragement and advice. Sometimes my letters to her got explicit, but her responses never did. She taught me how to be attentive and patient, and generally just how to be in a relationship."

Draco stared at the fire in contemplation. Ginny stared at his face.

"Third question," she began.

"Fourth," he corrected. "You asked about the mentorship."

Ginny huffed but conceded. "It's your turn to tell me more about your fantasies. What is it that you want to do, or rather, have someone do to you?"

There was a small pause as Draco gathered his thoughts.

"I would want them to control me, I suppose," Draco spoke softly, "and make me feel good thought it all. Just… tell me exactly what to do and how to please them, praise my work, and reward me accordingly. No bullshit, no tricks, no silly games."

"The more you speak about it, the more reasonable it seems," Ginny mused.

"That's because I'm keeping it mild for you."

"Really, now?" she teased. "Malfoy, do tell!"

"Oh, piss off," he laughed. "Though if you really must know…" he paused for a moment, "there is an element of humiliation too. I don't know why it turns me on."

"So you're saying the ferret thing turned you on?"

Draco rolled his eyes, "Will you ever let that go? No, it did not. It's not like that. I had absolutely no desire to shag Mad-Eye."

Ginny looked uncomfortable. She looked away for a moment. "Sometimes I forget that he's gone. It's easy to forget they're all gone."

Unsure of what to say, Draco remained silent until she spoke again.

"Draco, if I promise to indulge your fantasies and train you, would you give me back my wand?"

Draco thought for a moment. "I said I would give it to you when I trusted you, and I suppose this would surely expedite the process. Not yet, though - I still think you might do something stupid with it."

"Fair point," Ginny responded. She was surprised that Draco had even considered her proposal, so even his compromise felt like a victory.

"Though, I should say," she continued, "I don't think I could, you know, do anything like… It's just that Harry is still the love of my life and I can't… I couldn't…"

"Yeah, I understand you," Draco smiled. "I don't want to take Potter's place. Draco Malfoy is nobody's sloppy seconds."

Ginny smiled back, and they both drained their last goblets.

"Sleep?" Draco inquired.

"Sleep," was the reply.