My enemy, my raper, the Death-Eater
Summary: The Dark Lord has ordered his followers to reproduce with a pureblood, raising future Death Eaters. Draco Malfoy's target is the drunken Ginny Weasley. Post HBP.
Prologue
Draco laughed mirthlessly at Blaise Zabini's inane joke. The two were siting at the unplottable Malfoy Manor, having a drink.
"You're looking worse every time I see you, mate." Blaise remarked, gazing at Draco's thin body. "Have you been eating at all, lately?"
Draco shrugged.
"Mother's been trying to force-feed me. But lately I've been more stressed than ever. The Dark Lord will stop at nothing to punish me for the Dumbledore incident, even though it happened two years ago. I've been assigned to the most difficult of tasks, as you know."
"What about that new assigment, though?" Zabini said, eyes flashing with anger. "We all have to reproduce! So that we can bring up our children to become Death-Eaters? How disgusting. We're only eighteen."
Malfoy put his drink down on to a table, pensively.
"I can't believe we're not aloud to choose a half-blood partner," Draco said. "I mean look at him, and look at Snape, and many others. They're all half-bloods. That leaves my options with Pansy Parkinson out."
"Forget her, her face makes her resemble a pug anyway." He sniggered. "You don't want your child to inherit that do you? Besides, the Malfoys are notorious for being perfectly pureblood anyway."
"When did he say the deadline was to get someone impregnated anyway?" Draco wanted to know, squirming. "I wasn't really listening. If I wasn't skilled at Occlumency, I would've seriously had it."
"Two months."
Draco looked a little worried now.
"I have to get some girl in bed before then? And did you know that it isn't easy geting pregnant the first time? I have to start right away. I can't afford any more slip ups."
"Good luck, mate." Zabini said, as Draco got up from the table. "Millicent and I have already agreed to try, next week. If I'm lucky, our parents will not force us to marry."
Draco wasn't listening any more. He was thankful for the lesson in charms during his sixth year at Hogwarts, in which he learned to temporarily recolor his features. He was one of the most wanted Death-Eaters, so a disguise was crucial if he wanted to roam.
Tearing his gaze away from the mirror and his unfimiliar appearance, he refaced Blaise.
"I'm going to Hog's Head. Come, I'll escort you to the apparition point."
!A!A!A
An artificially black haired, brown-eyed tall man with a taned complexion entered the bar.
A couple of witches eyed him hungrily.
He gazed at each one in turn. One he knew to be half-blood, one was so ugly, one was too old… and one was even married! And all the others he wasn't familiar with. One woman, not looking in his direction, was siting there drunk, and crying. She appeared to be all alone. She was pureblood, pretty and unfortunately a blood traitor: Ginny Weasley. There was no mistaking that long, straight red hair. She currently remains one of the most popular girls at Hogwarts. It was quite obvious to Draco that even Blaise used to fancy her, despite his pathetic attempts at concealing it.
He took a seat next to her.
"A martini for the lady," he gestured at Ginny. He was glad for the charm that changed the pitch of your voice and gave you the accent of your choice. His voice was heavily Alabama-ish.
"No," she hiccoughed, obviously not recognizing him. "I've drunk enough. If my mum realizes, she'll murder me."
"What's wrong?" He whispered indifferently, while the barman set the martini before Ginny.
"It's Harry," She sobbed, helping herself to more firewhisky. "It's been two years! I've finally graduated, got two 'outstandings' in my N.E.W.Ts, but he still will not be with me. Too busy. He's still got one more Horcrux to track down and destroy. It'll take forever itself!"
Draco's insides surged with anger.
"Harry Potter?"
Truth was, he didn't care what was wrong with the girl. Nor did he know or give a Knut about what possibly a Whore-Crux could be. All that mattered was that he lured her into bed while she was still drunk. And cast the anti-abortion charm. But the mention of Harry's name still made his insides boil. Famous Potter. Getting girls which he, Draco, had eyes on crying for him!
She turned to him, having gulped down the martini he had ordered her anyway in one go.
"Oh, Harry," she ran her fingers through his black hair, misty eyed.
"Come on, Ginny." He said quickly and decisively, after paying the bar-man. "Let's go to my place. It'll cheer you up."
Ginny was too drunk to realize that she was following him out of the shop. So drunk that a minute later, he had grabbed on to her waist in side-along apparation, and consequentally the two of them appeared before a big gloomy dark cold mansion: the Malfoy Manor.
He was glad it was dark, and that the candles weren't lit. He was beginning to look like his normal self, the spell having worn off.
He took her to his bedroom. She didn't protest. She wasn't even walking properly, so she had to kneel on him for support.
"This way," he said huskily, gazing down at her figure and leading her to his bedroom.
She wasn't in her right state of mind when he was sliping off her robes, and throwing her against the bed.
It was the night Ginny Weasley lost her virginity. And when she would wake-up with a hung-over the following morning, she would have a memory lapse…
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