WARNING: Graphic rape in this section.

Author Notes; Hello there! Back to writing after a long long time. I'm not sure when I shall get back to 'My Daughter' but I'm sure I'll do it soon. This is a story I've had the first chapters written for a long, long time. I hope you like it.

Ginny felt hot.

She felt empty-headed. But she felt alert.

She felt tired. But she felt wide-awake.

She wanted to sit. But she wanted to carry on dancing.

But most of all she felt hot.

Neville had disappeared a long time ago, and she had been dancing. Dancing with Draco Malfoy. Malfoy. And he was being nice. Something nagged at the back of her mind... Draco Malfoy being pleasant. Malfoy.

He had just gone to get her another drink, and Ginny took that moment to go and sit down. Her head was pounding. She didn't understand it. The music wasn't that loud, but still her head pounded in time with her heartbeat.

"You look hot," Draco whispered in her ear. She jumped, startled. He chuckled before giving her a cocky lopsided grin. "Here."

He passed Ginny a small red cup and she gulped it down in three sips. They sat in a somewhat awkward silence for a while.

"I think I'm going to go, you know, back to- to the common room." Ginny stuttered, she was struggling to make a coherent sentence. Malfoy just stared at her. A stare that seemed to go right through her. Ginny was the first to break it, before struggling to stand. Her knees buckled beneath her and she landed back on the bench.

Ginny felt hot.

"Here, let me help you." With his face still blank, Draco placed his hand on the small of her back. Ginny accepted the help feeling exceedingly weary again. Still hot. He guided her through the emptying hall and through the slumberous castle, but Ginny barely noticed. Her head was still throbbing, and she could not understand why but before she could ponder it any more she lurched forward into a wall. Draco had unceremoniously released his grip upon her.

He paced back and forth three times and before Ginny had a chance to contemplate what was going on around her, the wall she used to support herself upon had turned into a door.

Ginny could scarcely wrap her mind around his actions, still feeling blusteringly hot. But what she did notice was his face was no longer blank. Draco looked Ginny up and down lingering perversely. His face finally returned to hers, a slow smirk spread across his lips.

This smirk was forever burned into Ginny's memory.

He pushed her past the door and into the room before pressing her against the nearest wall, his wand pointed at her temple and he whispered one word. "Crucio."

Pain shrieked through her bones, twisting and grinding them together so that they would surely burst and shatter into a million pieces, never to be mended again. Pain that ceased just as abruptly as it had started.

Through the heartbeat now pulsating in her eardrums, Ginny could hear laughter. Hands seized her roughly by the shoulders forcing her to her feet. She staggered along, unable to offer much resistance after the weakness that had now consumed her muscles, as the hands half dragged, half carried her across the room. Ginny looked up and saw they were heading towards a bed.

And everything clicked into place, she froze. But one shove and she was on the bed, landing face first before roughly being turned over onto her back.

Malfoy nose to nose with her, wand pressed under her chin and the word whispered again. "Crucio."

He said almost lazily and again the pain was consuming but short lived. The pain was enough to knock the cloud of confusion from her head, finally Ginny became aware of her surroundings, of the four poster bed underneath her, of Draco Malfoy's sneering face above her, of him forcing both her arms above her head and gripping both of her wrists in his one hand.

"Silencio!" he said before throwing her wand across the room, well out of reach. Ginny tried to scream, but it got lost in her throat. She attempted to wriggle free of his grip, but he was too strong for her petite form.

"That's right blood traitor. It's more fun when you struggle." He leaned and licked her from the base of her neck to her earlobe. She felt disgusted.

"I bet you're a virgin, aren't you Weasley?" whispering again. It felt like pure ice down her spine. Malfoy let his hand drift to her breast, where he cupped it and began to squeeze so hard that Ginny started crying silently. She knew there was going to be a bruise. He then let his hand slide under her dress where he rubbed between her legs over the fabric of her underwear.

"I'll show you Weasley. I'll be your first. I'll teach you just how a blood traitor needs to be treated."

He then lifted her dress to her waist, moved his hand, shoved her underwear aside and slipped a finger into her.

"I knew I was right," he panted against her cheek.

Ginny wanted to scream. Really scream. She wanted to fight and run away, but she couldn't. Not only was what was happening horrendous, but it was painful. Malfoy was by no means gentle. He began to add more fingers, until all four were in. And then, with one quick thrust, he broke through her hymen. She screamed in silence. Over and over, screaming with no voice. Malfoy moaned as he drove into her again and again.

It had only lasted four or five minutes, but it seemed like an eternity to Ginny. After Malfoy removed his fingers he placed a kiss to them in an almost amorous fashion.

"That was delicious, Weasley."

He released her and Ginny turned away onto her side before sobbing into her hands. Malfoy stumbled away from her and the sounds of his snicker followed. It made her heave.

She had been raped. She had just been raped. Raped by Malfoy.

Ginny relayed those words in her mind again and again. How did this happen? This wasn't supposed to happen. What was she going to do? Again, she repeated those words in her mind. Raped by Malfoy. And with that, she pulled herself into a sitting position and threw up.

Ginny eventually forced herself to stand. She was sore and found it difficult to move. When she was finally on her feet she wobbled slightly. Unsure of what to do, Ginny remained in that position for a long time, supporting herself against the edge and the frame of the bed.

She did not know what to do. She knew she was still in shock. She did not want to see anyone, did not want to do anything.

Oh God, what will Ron and her brothers do when they find out? They'll kill him. They'll kill Malfoy and be sent to Azkaban for the rest of their lives. Or worse, maybe even be killed themselves.

It would be foolish to tell her brothers. And besides, who else who believe her. Maybe Colin, or possibly Luna? Hermione or Harry? No, they would be just as bad as her family. No one from the
Ministry would dispute Malfoy's father over her. Also it was very well known throughout the school that Malfoy despised Ginny, as well as the other blood traitors and he would never have any kind of interest in her, particularly a sexual kind of interest. It would be worthless to confide in anyone.

Ginny looked around the room. She had never seen this place before. The weariness she had been experiencing hit Ginny fully at that moment. She wished there was somewhere to lie down but could not bear to look at the bed behind her.

Suddenly the bed Ginny supported herself on disappeared beneath her and in its place a bed similar to the one at home in the Burrow replaced it. Too tired to think much of it, Ginny lurched towards it before crawling under the covers. Her body pained. Her head still pounded. But no longer did she feel hot.

She felt cold.

Cold ached from the pit of her stomach outward.

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