How did it come to this? If someone had told me I would be in this position a week ago I would have laughed in their face and probably accused them of being mentally unstable. Yet here I was, standing in-front of a make-shift alter readying myself to be married. Married to a Death Eater, and not just any Death Eater. Draco Malfoy. The situation would almost be amusing if I wasn't in shock. Who would have ever thought that Malfoy would end up marrying me, a muggle-loving, blood traitor low-life as he so politely described me as before he forced me infront of this alter.
I was shocked, I felt numb all over, what was happening to me? Why did this man, who I thought to hate me and my family as equally as I hated him want to marry me? To make me his wife, who he would spend the rest of his life with? It didn't make any sense to me and no matter how I pleaded with him he would not explain it to me. His intially response had been that I was pure-blooded and "desirable enough", but he refused to elaborate further.
It's been five days since Malfoy came to my house. He came in the night, on a broomstick and climbed through my bedroom window. When I had first seen the figure in my room my mind had jumped to Harry. Harry who was on his secret mission to, supposedly, destroy Voldemort. Maybe he had come back for me. Maybe he was coming home at last. Maybe he had won. My heart had been in my throat as I stared up into the dark hood of the tall stranger as he looked down at me as I lay in my bed. When he lowered his hood and I saw who stood before me, I let out a piercing scream.
I heard him mutter a quick spell before he kneeled down in front of me holding his hand to my mouth to muffle the sound. I had struggled against him, I had been frightened, after all he was a known death eater, he was the one responsible for Dumbledores death.
"Shhhh, Ginevra" He said softly. His voice surprised me, after all I had hardly ever heard him speak, except from in school in passing, but that had been nearly 3 years ago. It was oddly calming and soft, a total contrast to his intimidating presence, I found myself quieting down as he held my wrists in his hands as I struggled to free myself. "You will wake your parents, and trust me, you do not want that."
He was threatening me. I stared up at him and stilled my movements, not trying to get away from him anymore.
"Wh-what are you doing?" I asked stuttering over my words "why are you here?" I tried to inch away from him, but his hands still held my wrists so I was not able to move, he was strong and I was weak. My wand was on the other side of the room. Screaming would be no good, he had obviously put a silencing spell on the room. I was trapped.
He smirked down at me then. "Is that it? Do you give in so easily? I was hoping for a bit of a fight Weasley, but perhaps it is best if you just come quietly. Save your energy."
Come quietly? What was he talking about? I wasn't going anywhere, especially not with him. I looked at him in confussion "What do you mean?". I know I should be trying to get away from him, but I was almost curious as to where this was going. My curiosity quickly turned to fear as he moved quickly away from me, crossing my small room to my door and uttered a locking charm on it. He then turned to me and grabbed the only chair in the room dragging it across the floor so he could sit directly in front of me as I leant into the wall my bed stood against.
"You are coming with me" He said, looking directly into my eyes, I fought against the urge to look away, it was a sure sign of weakness and I was already giving him too much to work with against me. "If you come willingly and without complaint I will leave your parents and brothers in peace, however if you refuse... well there will be consequences. Either way you are coming with me."
I sat there stunned. This had to be some kind of sick joke. Maybe this was just a nightmare, a horrible, horrible nightmare. I stared at him for a good minute before he raised his eyebrows clearly expecting me to give him some sort of response.
"What do you want with me?" I finally asked. My voice was surprisingly strong. I could feel anger slowly bubble up inside me. Who the hell did he think he was? How dare he think he can come into my home and threaten my family? My whole body began to shake from anger... or was it fear? But why should I be scared? It was only him, he was one man and right now three of my six brothers slept soundly in this house. He was the one out-numbered. He should be scared. My eyes flashed to the door and then to my window. Would I be able to get out onto the roof and alert any of my family to what was happening? I doubted it, but right now there really was no other option.
"I want you" His answer was short and simple, yet it confussed me more than anything. For a moment I was distracted from my thoughts of escape and I found myself staring at the man in front of me... what did he mean he wanted me? Wanted me for what exactly? "Come now. We must leave." He stated as he stood up and walked to the window where he made some sort of signal with his wand. A light flared at the tip and he flashed it into a 'S' shaped where it lingered in the air for a moment, perhaps he wasn't as out-numbered as I had thought.
"I'm not going anywhere with you" I say standing up. I suddenly feeling brave, foolishly so, I know I should be scared, not for me, but for my family, I know what this man and the other death eaters were capable of. I know that none of them would hesitant to kill any member of the Weasley family.
He turned to me then, his eyes flashing dangerously. "Do you want me to kill your parents, or maybe one or two of your brothers, Ginny?" He hisses out, in a dangerous whisper.
It surprises me that he uses my nickname. How would he know that that was what nearly everyone called me? How could he know such a thing? I pushed that thought to the back of my mind when I see that he is adavancing on me slowly. I slowly back away from him til my back is against my bedroom door my eyes never leaving his as he stares at me. I suddenly feel very exposed. His eyes are full of something, but it's not anger, or hate... it's something more. It doesn't make me want to run, it makes me want to cover up. I look down at myself and realise that I am only wearing a small vest top and a pair of pijama shorts. I feel very exposed. He stops in front of me then, his body inches from mine.
"I won't come with you until you tell me what you want with me" I say firmly looking up into his grey eyes. He smirks at me, and then leans forward slightly so that we are eye-level, he brings his left hand up slowly and caresses my cheek, I immediately shy away from his touch, it's like ice.
"You really aren't in the position to negotiate, are you?" He asks, his eyes gleaming with amusement. He brings his hand up once more, tracing his finger-tips along my jaw and down my neck, across my collar bone. His eyes drop from my eyes and he suddenly becomes intent on my lips. I begin to tremble, I can't get away from him. I feel like a caged animal, I have no escape. His eyes once again become focused on mine, it seems like he's challenging me. Daring me to speak up against him... he knows I won't. He's right. He holds all the cards. I know I must go with him...
"Pl-please... leave me alone" I tremble against his touch.
"It's too late for that now, Ginny" He says in a strained voice... he sounds pained. I look up into his eyes, he looks almost sad. He brings his hand up once again and holds it against my cheek, I don't pull away this time. "This can be easy or this can be hard. It's your decision." he says in a whisper.
All I do is nod. With that he wraps his arm around my slender shoulders and pulls me to his side, forcing me to move with him across the room to my open window where his broom is hovering a few inches from the sill. He releases me as he climbs, legs first out of my window and slides gracefully onto the broom. He then turns to me, holding his arms out for me. I hesitate. I could run, I could scream, I could try to alert someone. I turn my body away from him, turning to stare openly at my bedroom door, towards my family. I couldn't risk it. It was obvious he wasn't alone. It was obvious I didn't have choice.
I turn back to him and take his outstretched hand, he pulls me through the window, onto the broom so I am sitting side saddle in front of him. He wraps one arm around me while the other snaked round in front me and grips the handle tightly. He kicks off lightly and suddenly we are flying through the night, away from my family, away from my home.
The journey to where ever Malfoy was taking me seemed to last for an enternity. I was constantly aware of his strong hand gripping my waist, and his hot breath on the back of my neck. My suspicion that he wasn't alone was confirmed once we were in full flight when I noticed two cloak figures a few dozen feet below, trailing us. When I had first seen them I had half hoped that it was a rescue party after me, but when they never made a move to stop Malfoy my hopes had faded, they had simply been following us now for what seemed like hours.
I look round to Malfoy who has remained silent since we left my bedroom. I hadn't had a chance to really look at him before now. There was no denying he was handsome, I admitted to myself grudgingly. His sharp features that I remember from school had smoothed out over the last few years, he now looked like a fully grown man instead of a lanky teenager. His skin was pale and it seemed to glow in the moonlight. His hair was shorter than I remembered, it seemed to be styled in a way that, despite it's lack of length stuck out at all angles. Yes, there was no denying he had grown into a handsome man. I look away quickly, pushing that thought out of my mind.
Where were we going? I had no idea what direction we were even going in, I should have been paying more attention as we left the Burrow but my mind had been occupied with a thousand questionS that still run through my mind. What was going on? What did Malfoy want with me? Was this just one big hoax?
Suddenly we begin to descend rapidly. Malfoy had taken us into a clear nose dive. I squeal loudly and turn my body to his to wrap my arms round his slender waist. I don't want to fall off. I pull away from him slightly to look up into his face when I feel him chuckle against my hair. He's smirking down at me as if he found what I just did amusing. He probably did. He enjoys frightening and hurting people. I look away from him quickly but don't loosen my grip on him, we're still descending very quickly, I can now see the ground, we must be landing. I close my eyes. I feel sick, and having him in such close proximity to me isn't helping.
We land lightly on a patch of grass. I immediately push myself away from him and scramble off the broom landing with a thud on the damp grass. I quickly pull myself together and get to my feet. I look around me. It looks like we're in some kind of well manicured field. We landed on a patch of a wide sweeping lawn that doesn't seem to have end as it dissappears into the darkness around us, I squint to try see further, but it's no good. I turn to Malfoy who is just standing there watching me. It unnnerves me the way he's looking at me.
"Where are we?" I ask boldly, sounding alot braver than I truly feel. I don't want him to see I'm scared. I can't let him see me cry.
"Welcome" he says clearly "to Malfoy Manor." I look around me. I can't see any buildings, let alone a great big Manor. I look back at him, I'm confused. It just looks like we're in a great big field. The confusion must have been clear on my face because I hear a low chuckle from behind me. I whip round to see dark man making his way toward me. I recognise him at once.
"Now Drake, you've confused the little lamb" Blaise Zabini laughs. He must have been one of the people following us through the air.
I scrowl at him as he walks by me to Draco's side. Draco takes his eyes of me, to smirk at the other man. In that split second I run. I run faster than I have ever run before. All there is around me is darkness but I can't stop. I hear a shout behind me, but I don't look back. I've got to get away from here. Away from him. He's suddenly standing in front of me. I practically crash into him as his strong arms whinde quickly around my waist pulling me against his chest. I scream, I punch, I kick and scracth, but his grip never loosens. I'm crying now thrashing against him, trying to get away. It's useless I know, I'm trapped.
I fall limp against him, crying into his shoulder as he supports me against himself. "Please" I beg. "Please let me go. I want to go home. Please." I cry, gripping his shirt in my hands. He says nothing as he brings his hand up and cups my cheek in his hand, I look up into his grey eyes. I can see myself reflected in them.
"I told you Ginevra" He says in a quiet, dangerous voice. "It's too late for that now." And suddenly everything went black.
So that's how I ended up here. In Malfoy Manor. I have to admit that when I first woke up in one of the grandest rooms I had ever seen I was mildly impressed, but now I see it as nothing more than a prison.
Draco had proceeded to tell me that we would be married within the week or my family would be killed. A threat that he felt he needed to repeat over and over to me.
And now I'm here. In front of this little old man as he drones on and on. It's just Draco, myself and his mother that are present. Narcissa had been kind to me, or as kind as she was capable of being. She had no sympathy for my situation at all. Constantly telling me that I was better off here, in a place of safety than out there where the war raged on, destroying lives and families. I had barely spoken to the woman, refusing to even acknowledge her at time, but she still insisted on taking dinner with me every night and chatting to me as if we were almost friends.
Draco on the other hand, had not been near me since the night he had kidnapped me, except from the small exchange where he had explain to me what my fate was... he never seemed to be around, or he was just avoiding being near me, not that that bothered me at all. It was better when he wasn't around.
I'm brought out of my thoughts by a loud cough. I look round suddenly, the little old man is looking at me, he obviously just addressed me. "I'm sorry..." I mumble trying to avoid Draco's glare that I can feel boring into me "what did you say?" I ask the little old man.
The man gives me a curious look before he takes a deep breathe and repeats "Do you Ginevra Molly-.." He's cut off by Draco.
"She does" He says harshly. I glare at him as he grabs my hand and forces a silver gold ring onto my finger.
"I do" I mumble to myself as the man proceeds in repeating the vows to Draco.
Oh gods. What is happening to me?