The Scandalous Lady Weasley.
DISCLAIMER: Nothing belongs to me, this is all borrowed from the magnificent world JK Rowling created.
This story will have very mature scenes involving but not limited to sex, violence, alcohol, drugs, smoking and abuse. But other than that it is a very happy tale.
I will be looking for a beta so please let me know if you are able to.
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Exactly one week ago we lost the battle of Hogwarts. Most of my friends and family were lost.
Exactly five days ago we officially lost the war. Most men of fighting age on our side were imprisoned, along with muggleborns, half bloods and squibs.
Exactly three days ago the marriage law was enforced. All pure bloods had to marry to help wizarding populations grow to support an uprising against the muggles, all baby boys were to be brought up as warriors.
Exactly one hour ago I felt like I'd sold my soul to the devil by marrying Draco Malfoy.
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"I hate you." I scream in the face of my new husband as he apparates us inside Malfoy Manor, his vice like grip on my arm is sure to leave bruises. He surprises me by ignoring my comment.
Everything around is immaculate and beautiful with that sort of ageless beauty everyone tries to achieve but only true wealth and taste can master. Malfoy himself is very much the same, he plays the part of the young aristocrat diligently with his expensive looking suit and his shoes so shiny I can almost see my reflection in them. I hatefully stomp on one of them just so his outfit wouldn't look so perfect.
"Stand on my foot one more time and you will live to regret it." He says through gritted teeth. He looks so much older than his years right now, I note as I stare up at him hatefully, it makes me realise how young I must look. Other girls in my year had started to develop curves already but I still had the body of a twelve year old boy. Damn genetics. For some reason it makes me blush.
Whilst I try to remember the route we take we walk past countless artefacts I recognise from my history of magic classes and even more priceless pieces of art. I once read that big old houses were purposely set out like mazes so thieves could never escape and today has made me realise the truth in those words as I soon forget the way we came, I'll have to find another way to escape. Maybe a window?
He stops and pulls me into a small room which looks like an office decorated with rich reds and golds. I sigh in relief as he finally let's go of my arm but I hardly get chance to breathe before he sits on his chair and pulls me onto his lap. I preferred the arm grabbing to be honest.
"Now there will be some ground rules of course but as long as you follow them you will find your life with me bearable-"
Bearable - that's exactly what I want from a marriage.
"-Unlike Potter I refuse to touch an underage witch apart from the duty of consummating our marriage so apart from tonight you will be left alone until you turn seventeen, I have told the Dark Lord my plans and he agrees to it on the condition that you are pregnant with my child within three months of your seventeenth birthday."
"But I don't want to have a child that young!" I protest as I wriggle to face him. I also try to protest his comments about tonight but before I can I'm cut off by his next stupid rule.
"You won't be getting much if a choice in the matter I'm afraid." He says with a sense of finality to his words, "you will have a house elf assigned to you who you are not to free, abuse or make friends with. Any misbehaviour and rest assured your elf will report it to me."
"Bu-" I start before he stops me.
"Third and finally I am choosing to trust you until you prove me otherwise so please don't. You will have free reign of the house and it's resources but you are not to go outside at any time without my permission and you are not to enter the west wing under any circumstances what so ever. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Y-yes please?" I say nervously.
"Try again."
"I don't understand."
"Yes master, always refer to me as master."
"Why on earth would I say that?" That son of a-
"Because, little lady, I am your master."
"I refuse to-" he grips my hair and tugs it violently so my face is inches from his, it's painful and I want him to stop, "yes master." I mutter, as he lets go of my hair I look down to the ground with a blush on my cheeks.
His long, cold fingers slowly tilt my chin back up so I'm looking at him again, "pretty Ginny, mine at last." I hate the way my name sounds on his tongue, "you have no idea how much money I had to spend to get you. You better make it worth my while."
"You had to buy me?" I ask, still annoyingly perched on his lap.
Well of course I did Ginny, all of the girls from the purest blood lines were auctioned off and you were star of the show."
"Why?" I whisper even though I don't think I want to know.
"Your pretty face," he says as he strokes my cheek, "your adorable freckles," he begins to pinpoint every one, "your beautiful brown eyes," his eyes look into mine seductively, "your child bearing hips," his hand slowly move downwards to skim the skin under my blouse, "your unbelievable naivety," his face moves to the crook of my neck as he slowly kisses along my jaw line, an uncomfortable warmness over comes me down... there as he slowly moves me so I'm straddling his leg as he grinds it against me, a small moan escapes me before I can stop it, much to the pleasure of my stupid husband, "and of course the fact that you were not only a Weasley but Potter's whore."
I jump up with a start and take a few steps back until the back of my legs hit the solid oak desk. He chuckles as he gets up and stands over me, "I will never be a Malfoy, I'll always be a Weasley and I will never be anyone's whore." I say defiantly as I try to hide the shake from my voice.
"You're a Malfoy now sweetheart." He says as he pushes me onto my back so I'm lying on the table as he crawls on top of me. I can feel his erection against my leg and he resumes kissing me along my jaw line, his skilled hands undo the buttons on my blouse one by one as I just lay there in paralysing panic. The desk hurts my back as I'm pushed further back as the office stationary digs into me. Before I know it he's taken my top off leaving me there in my ugly cotton bra which before I know it is gone too. I try to sit up to cover my chest but he pushes me back onto an ink well Which I feel smash against my now naked top half. The glass cuts into me painfully so if I finally find my strength and push him off.
"You were Potter's whore but now you're going to be mine." I forget about my injuries as he picks me up and crushes me between himself and the wall, I'm forced to wrap my legs around his middle to give me some leverage so my head doesn't constantly bang against the wall as he aggressively grinds into me.
"Please stop." I whimper as his hand finds my embarrassingly moist sex. He just laughs darkly and begins to circle his fingers expertly.
"Don't pretend you don't like it." He says as his finger start circling faster and faster until he thrusts two inside of me. I gasp in shock before trying to push him away.
"Draco..." I say nervously but I'm cut off as his mouth begins to assault mine. He's so much more practised than me and soon he's biting my lower lip painfully so I'll actually respond to his advances. The bastard.
"I think your ready." He mumbles into my mouth. He takes his fingers out and I can hear him undoing his zipper. Realisation dawns on me and I struggle to get away from his strong grip. He moves me back onto the table and enters me with one swift movement. I scream out in pain at the intrusion and claw my nails into his back. This only seems to spur him on more as he thrusts into me harder and harder each time. It's like he's a starving man and I'm a banquet laid out before him. Tears leak down my face as I bite my lip and lift my hips up to try and deaden the pain.
They said the first time was always painful but I didn't expect this.
It feels like a life time before he finally looks at my face and realises my wet cheeks, his frenzied thrusts slow down and almost stop as his face grows more questioning, "are you okay?" He asks me slowly, as if concern is something alien to him.
"You're hurting me." I sniffle. I sound so weak and I hate it.
"I'm only having sex with you Ginerva, it's not like I have a knife to your throat."
I look away as my lip trembles and fresh tears wash down my face. I'm an ugly crier and that thought only makes my cry harder. I want my mum and I want her to tell me everything is going to be okay.
Weak. Weak. Weak.
With a deflated sigh he finally pulls out of me. I wince even then.
"Shit." He says as he looks down and sees my blood on him, "you should have told me."
"Like you would have cared."
"I may be cruel but I'm not a monster." He sighs as he runs his hand through his platinum blonde hair.
"You bullied my family and I the whole way through school, you fought alongside Voldemort and killed people I love, and now you've taken me in a way I can never change-" My tears continue but now with anger, "my back is bleeding from the glass on your desk and you've taken my wand so I can't even heal myself, I'm going to have a child within two years if that and he's going to have to fight for a cause I don't even support, thanks to you I am away from my entire family. Forgive me for thinking you are a total monster." I'm shouting now and crying more than before. I hurt all over and his infuriating expression makes me feel sick.
He looks so mad right now but I can't stop.
"You make me feel sick, Malfoy, and I will never love you like I loved Harry!" I scream but instantly know I've gone too far as Draco towers over me with a murderous expression.
"Scar head is dead now so looks like you'll have to put up with me." He thunders.
In that moment I realise the hopelessness of my situation, my anger crumbles as I just feel panic. Panic and sadness. Tears come faster and faster as my breathing becomes shorter and faster. I want to die. I think I will soon. I crumple into a naked heap on the floor as black dots cloud my vision.
This is my life now. My new, confusing life.
I feel strong arms wrap around me before I finally give into the darkness around me.
I dream of snakes with blonde hair and death.
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Before I even have chance to open my eyes the next morning I smell bacon and eggs. Mmm. My first thoughts are of my mum, she must be in a good mood to make such a lovely breakfast. I want to carry on sleeping but the smell calls to me to wake up. Next comes the aching throb between my legs. Where has that come from?
And then reality comes crashing back to me.
I open my eyes and sit up in the strange bed. Thankfully I'm alone. The room is big and mostly empty with its white wash walls and Slytherin green borders and furniture. My silk bed sheets are the same colour. Even the colour of the room mock me, the bastard.
My eyes fall on the bacon and egg sandwich on the bedside table and I scoff it down without even a second thought, I'm still hungry though so decide to get up on the hunt for more food. Apparently being forced to marry your enemy and then having to forcibly lose you virginity really builds an appetite.
I wince as I walk and feel my cheeks heat up as I see the blood on my bed sheets. A single tear falls from the corner of my eye.
"No Ginny, we will be brave today." I mutter to myself as I try to draw on my Weasley and Gryffindor courage.
I make my way over to the wardrobe in the hopes of seeing my comfortable homemade and hand me down clothes. Anything to make me feel more at home. But no such luck. The wardrobe is filled with posh dressed and smart shirts made with materials unlike any of the clothes I have owned before. I run my hands over the satins and velvets with a sigh, it's nothing like the tatty jeans and oversized jumpers I've grown to love. It's funny really, this is the wardrobe of my wildest dreams and now I've even got the fancy house and annoyingly handsome husband to go with it, but I'd exchange it all for five minutes with my family.
I wonder where they are, or if they're even alive.
My lip trembles but I stop myself, here I am with this luxury and they're probably in Azkaban. But at least they don't have to have sex with Draco Malfoy and have his child.
With a determined look on my face I decide that I am not going to wear any of the clothes in that wardrobe, in fact I'll stay in my night clothes - but as I look down I realise they're not much better, I'm wearing a very revealing silky, red baby doll slip that almost makes me look like a woman. Almost.
Now to find some shoes.
Heels. I have heels. All I want are my slippers and yet the comfiest shoes I can find here and some six inch stilettos. What is my life? I pick the easiest pair to walk in, a simple black pair, and attempt to walk in them. It takes me exactly twenty seven and a half laps around the bedroom before I'm confident I won't fall flat on my face. Stupid things.
I slowly crack the door open and make my way into the empty corridor. It's eerily quiet as the portraits all look at me with disgust. I run my fingers through my hair to try and flatten it down a bit before giving them venomous glares. They act like they've never seen someone stumble around in heels and nightwear before. They should just blame their master for that.
The corridors wind and twist and turn as I try to tune my nose in to find the kitchens. There's a reason my brothers used to call me a niffler. I don't know what floor I'm on because there are no windows and I didn't think to open the curtains in my room, I don't know what time it is because this place has a serious lack of clocks, and I don't know where Draco is thanks to the sheer size of his house. At least that is one good thing.
I hear voices after a while and quickly dive into a small alcove so I'm undetected, there is nobody I could possible want to see here but I regret it as my back touches the wall. The cuts from the glass jar last night sting and reopen, did the glass even come out? I can't stop the tears now as the pain hits me. And then the realisation of where I am and what I'm doing. My mind falls back to the wedding as I forget abut my search for food...
"I, Draco Malfoy, take thee Ginevra Weasley, to be my lawfully wedded wife-" He repeated the minister, "To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, 'till death do us part." He smirks at me.
Now it's my turn, oh Merlin.
"I Ginevra Malfoy, take thee Draco Malfoy, to be my lawfully wedded husband to have and to hold, in sickness and in health-" I say in a shaky voice.
"Say the last part." Lucius seethes in my ear. It's not like I have a choice, I can feel his wand digging into my back like it has done the entire service.
"T-to honour and obey, 'till death do us part."
"You may now kiss the bride." The minister says.
As Draco leans in I cringe away until I have no choice but to kiss me. He must taste the salty tears on my face, oh gosh so many tears.
I always imagined a beautiful wedding in a field somewhere on a rare sunny day in England. It would be a huge affair with all my friends and family, I'd have a six tier cake, chocolate of course, so everyone could have a slice, with a comical bride and groom on top. Of course the groom would have dark hair and not blonde, because the groom would be Harry. He also wouldn't make me promise to obey him. I would wear a beautifully fitting dress that was intricately detailed and made by my mum, Hermione and Luna would be my bridesmaids and I suppose Ron would be the best man. I can almost see the look on my dad's face as he's giving me away before returning to my mother who tries to subtly wipe a happy tear away. Maybe my brothers would to a stupid dance at the reception to try and embarrass me, or make up a song or something, I'd be annoyed at the time but look back at it fondly. I wouldn't be sixteen either, I'd be in my early twenties and we'd have won the war a few years a go. Everyone would be alive.
But here I am in jeans and a tee shirt which have both seen better days and I have no idea where my shoes are, i have my socks on which my big toe pokes out of annoyingly - why did I wear my socks with holes in? I am being forced into saying the words with the threat of the cruciatus curse if I fail. Maybe if I was Hermione I would have been brave enough to not give in, but I'm weak Ginny Weasley who doesn't even deserve to be in Gryffindor. The only guests are Draco's parents and Blaise Zabini. Zabini spends the whole service with a scowl on his face as Draco seems to use the whole service to gloat to him. He has no reason to be jealous though. At least Luna turned up half way through I suppose, but she is gagged and bound next to Blaise who keeps whispering things into her ears, each thing he says makes her huge, blue eyes more terrified. Draco tells me how lucky I am that he outbid Blaise and it makes me worry for my poor friend. Is her fate actually worse than mine? I can't think about it, it'll surely kill me.
And that is how Draco finds me, in my nightwear and heels sobbing in a heap in a small alcove. It took him just over six hours to find me according to the chime of the grandfather clock going off somewhere in the background.