Ginny couldn't keep track of day and night anymore. Time was a thing that had left her long ago. She had been here for so long. It must've been a month already. But it didn't matter anyways. Wasn't this what she had wanted? For no one to come and try to save her. She knew it was better this way. What was the importance of her life in a matter of a whole country?
Ginny was left alone most of the time. Only once in every while she was summoned to clean herself. She knew the only reason they let her wash up was so she wouldn't become sick and die. They couldn't afford it, she knew. But then again, what use had she brought them so far?
If there was one thing that kept her spirits up, it was the fact that their plan didn't seem to be working. That's how she understood it, anyway. As far as she knew, no one had made an attempt to save her nor knew where she was. As sad as this might seem some days, she knew this was a good sign. For as long as she was here, among the Death Eaters and alive, it meant that Harry had neither died nor attempted to rescue her.
Of course, she had tried to find ways to escape. She at least hadn't given up the hope of it. Most days, instead of letting herself rot in the cell, she walked around, jogged even, trying to keep herself fit. She ate all the food she could, so she could maintain her weight. In short, she was accepting anything and everything that they were doing to keep her healthy.
But there were also times, where Ginny was ready to give up. Times where she felt hopeless and miserable. Not having anyone to talk to was wearing her down. The fact that she was left alone with her thoughts drove her crazy. For her thoughts began to be almost always, negative. She didn't like it and tried to fight it to keep herself sane. But she felt it was no use. So she actually looked forward to the times she was brought to take a shower, just like on this day, when Malfoy had walked her to the bathroom.
"You know what to do." He told her. Once more, Ginny started stripping herself before him. This time, just like all the other times, she didn't break eye contact with him the whole time. She felt more secure this way, making sure he wouldn't jump at her from behind.
Over the past times, Ginny had watched the effect she had on him every time he watched her shower. Finally, she had decided she liked the effect she was having on him. Not because she wanted him to admire her, no. But just because she liked that she had the power over him, however little it may be, for just a little bit. She even found the bravery to tease him a little bit. For example, she would stop and start fumbling a little with one button of her blouse, until finally opening it.
Ginny was sure he knew that she was teasing him, but did so anyway. Once her blouse was off, she went on to her jeans. The button, the zipper, and down they went. Today, she didn't even bother turning around when she took off her bra. The same with her panties. She watched him look her up and down once before she turned around and stepped into the shower.
As the water poured over her, she decided to take it a little further. She started giving him quite a show; bending down to wash her legs, arching her back so her hair fell all the way to her butt. She knew what this was doing to him and liked it. As much as the thought of ever being with him disgusted her, she liked that it was her that controlled the situation.
Ginny stepped out of the shower and looked at him expectantly. He was staring at her dead in the eye, his lips curled at the corners. Ginny knew he was up to something.
Malfoy flicked his wand and a towel appeared in his hand. He reached his hand out to her, motioning for her to take it. "You will be drying yourself with a towel today." He told her.
Ginny was taken aback, but took the towel without a word. She began drying herself, giving each part of her body extra care. When she was finally done, she began slipping on her clothes. Fully dressed and wet haired, she held her arms out in front of her, intending for him to bind her, but to her surprise, he grabbed her by the arm roughly and led her out of the bathroom.
It seemed as if he were hurrying to get down to the cell. He was walking so fast, Ginny had to run in order to keep pace with him. Malfoy didn't seem angry or even in the mood to torture, if there was such a thing, but the fact that he was dragging her so fast was definitely not good. Her heart began to beat faster and she felt anxiety pumping through her veins.
The second the two entered the room, he walked her across the room, still with the same speed, and once he reached the wall he pushed her roughly against it.
"I thought I told you, Weasley," He hissed. "Not to test me!" He had pinned her arms above her head with one of his own. "You have no idea what I'm capable of doing to you."
"Then why don't you do it?" Ginny hissed back.
Malfoy pushed against her more roughly. "Foolish girl. You should know not to mess with Death Eaters."
"Why? What can you do to me? I'm already rotting in this cell. I know I won't be able to come out alive in the end. What can you possibly do to hurt me after this point?" Ginny's voice was dripping with hatred. "I'm not afraid of you Malfoy. I never was and never will be."
There was a painful blow to her cheek and Ginny fell to the ground. She looked up at Malfoy who had by now drawn his wand and was pointing it straight at her. "Crucio!" he hissed and the familiar pain overtook Ginny.
She screamed and writhed on the ground until it finally went away. She lay there, panting heavily and glared up at Malfoy.
"Is that it?" She asked. "Is that all you can do?"
But Malfoy seemed to have regained his cool and he brushed off her question lightly. He bent down by her, so that their faces were inches apart.
"You're a pretty girl, Weasley." He told her. "Maybe it's time for you to fulfill the needs of your superiors." Ginny was trembling out of agony, but Malfoy seemed to take it for fear. "I told my fellow Death Eaters to not touch you, but I think the time has come for them to have a little fun with you. For they, unlike me, do not care about the consent of the lady." He gave her a little smirk. "What do you think?"
Ginny pushed herself into an upright position and drew closer to the man until they were almost nose-to-nose. "Go to hell, Malfoy." She whispered with as much contempt as possible.
Malfoy stared back at her and gave a little chuckle. Standing up he gave her a satisfied look, turned around and walked out of the door. When the door shut behind him, Ginny collapsed to the ground again. As soon as she was sure that Malfoy wasn't coming back, she let her tears fall free.
At first, it seemed that Malfoy's threat had been empty. No Death Eater even visited her in the next few days. Ginny couldn't say she wasn't relieved. Although it got pretty lonely, after her last encounter with Malfoy, she preferred them to stay away from her. But she knew that this wouldn't hold long. Sooner or later, they would come.
And she was not mistaken. She didn't know whether it was night or day. All she knew was she had been sleeping when she was lightly kicked in the stomach. Opening her eyes, she saw four hooded figures standing above her.
"Having sweet dreams?" One of them asked her, kneeling down to look at her more closely. "See sweet Potter coming to rescue you?" The others laughed. Ginny could smell alcohol radiating off them and knew they must be drunk. "Boys, I think we should show this young lady how we Death Eaters like to enjoy ourselves."
With that, the wizard took hold of her arm and forced her in a standing position. Ginny, who had been asleep seconds ago was now wide awake and filled with fear. She trembled as he began pushing against her, trying to kiss her while fumbling with her jeans. She started sobbing and trying to push him away, but he was too strong.
"Stop trying to resist, little girl." He hissed at her. "I will get what I want one way or another."
"You dirty bastard!" Ginny screamed. "Leave me alone, you filthy scum!"
The others stopped laughing and stared at the two figures in front of her with anticipation.
"Who are you calling filthy scum?" The Death Eater yelled at her. And the next thing Ginny knew, she was on the ground and she was being kicked in the stomach. He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her to him. "How dare you call my filthy when you associate with filth everyday?! You're just as low and worthless as Mudbloods and Muggles themselves!" He hit her head against the wall and let her fall.
Ginny gave a loud yelp and held her head in between her hands, trying hard not to faint. She felt herself being forced up again and held against the wall by her throat.
"I'm going to show you what it means to deal with us. I'm going to give you what you deserve." He spat at her. She heard him unzip his fly and felt him shuffle around. Ginny had given up complete hope of escaping what she knew was coming and was way too weak to try to defend herself. She leaned her head against the wall and continued sobbing. She wanted to plead for him to stop, but she refused to stoop down to that level.
He had finally managed to undress the both of them enough for him to penetrate her, when the door to the cell burst open. Shocked, the four hooded men and Ginny looked towards the figure that was now striding toward them in a fast pace.
"M – Malfoy!" Said the Death Eater by Ginny. Without saying a word to any of them, Malfoy grabbed him by the caller and flung him away from her. Ginny collapsed to the ground the second the man was drawn away from her. Malfoy grabbed him by the caller again and this time pushed him against the wall.
"What do you think you are doing, Goyle?" He hissed at him in a voice that suggested he was angrier than ever.
"I – I – I was just t – trying to have so – some fun!" Goyle stuttered in response.
"I thought I told you not to touch her!" Malfoy continued as if he hadn't heard him.
"I know, but we were just -"
"I know what you were trying to do, Goyle." He interrupted him. "But she is my prisoner. The Dark Lord put me in charge of her. And if I say you can't touch her it will be so! Understood?" Malfoy looked scarier and more intimidating than Ginny had ever seen him. If it were her that he was yelling at, she would have nodded instantly and scurried away as far as possible. Malfoy shook Goyle. "Understood?!"
"Y – Yes, Malfoy. It won't happen again." Goyle said at once.
"Good. Now get away from here. All of you! Before I report you to the Master himself."
The men didn't need to be told twice. The second Malfoy let go of him, Goyle stepped away from him. Before they all disappeared Goyle turned back and glared at them, but that was all he dared to do.
Malfoy waited until they had gone and the door was shut behind them until he turned around and faced her, lying on the floor bruised and as vulnerable as ever. Ginny wondered what he would do or say to her now. She had been shaken by the events, but not enough to be completely taken aback by the way Malfoy had rescued her. She didn't understand why he would do that when he himself had threatened her with the exact same thing the other day.
But Malfoy didn't speak. Not right away, anyway. He walked quietly over to her and looked her over. From the rip in her blouse to the opened state of her pants to the bruises on her face, arms and head. The more he looked at her, the more his face showed loathing and disgust, yet Ginny had the feeling those feelings weren't towards her.
She let him take out his wand and point it towards her without protest. She watched as he began to mumble incantations and felt some of her pain fade away. Never did she open her mouth nor did she do anything to try to stop him. She couldn't have even if she tried. Feeling weaker then she ever had, she was still struggling to keep conscious.
Finally, Malfoy seemed satisfied and packed away his wand, but did not move. He continued to look at her with a strange expression in her face.
"I will bring you new clothes tomorrow. You cannot wear these anymore." He spoke softly to her. For some reason, his voice gave her comfort. She nodded her approval. After another moment's silence he took a deep breath and sighed. "Those men will not bother you again. Nor will anyone else. If there is one thing I despise more than Mudbloods or Bloodtraitors or Muggles, it is men who disrespect women."
Ginny watched him with great interest. She had never seen this side of Malfoy or never would've thought that it could possibly exist. It was so soft and gentle, you could almost fool yourself into thinking he was a decent man. She was at a complete loss of what to say.
"I -" She began.
"Don't try to thank me." He said at once. "I'm not doing this out of the kindness of my heart. I'm doing this because, bloodtraitor or not, you are still a woman."
Ginny didn't know what to do. Her head was buzzing, begging for her to let it rest, but her whole body was tingling in a new appreciation for the man.
"And I'm not thanking you from the kindness of my heart, either." She told him, her voice weak but still audible to him. "I'm thanking you because, Death Eater or not, you still saved me from those men. There must be some good in you somewhere." With that she raised a shaking hand and put it to his chest where his heart was.
Her words had a great effect on Malfoy. His eyes widened and he looked down to where her hand was, then back to her. He stared at her for a moment, seeming lost in thoughts. But suddenly, he grabbed her wrist and threw it off his chest and his faced took the usual expression of arrogance and hatred.
"Don't kid yourself." He hissed and stood up. He glared down at her for one more second and turned his back and walked away. Ginny didn't even wait for him to walk out before she closed her eyes and let herself fall into unconsciousness and when Malfoy stopped and looked back at her one more time, he saw that her lips had formed into a little smile.
"Master I cannot look after our prisoner anymore."
"Explain."
"She has begun to think that I care for her."
"And do you, Lucius?"
"Of course not, Master."
"I see… So she has begun to feel attached to you?"
"I believe so, yes."
"I think, Lucius that this could be used to our advantage."
"May I ask why, Master?"
"Because, Lucius, the Potter boy has showed less interest in saving the girl than I assumed he would. I think that the Order is trying to hold him back."
"But how does this -"
"Maybe, if we were to gain the trust of her, that is to say if you did, Lucius, maybe she could be useful to us."
"I'm afraid I don't see how that could be, my Lord."
"I had hoped something like this would happen. It was the reason I haven't been torturing her for information on Potter all this time."
"I still don't -"
"If you were to gain her trust, Lucius, and I am talking about in every way possible, she could tell us things that could be useful. She could open up to you; tell you her fears and hopes. Among these, there will surely be things involving the Order and the Potter boy himself. She could be most valuable to us."
"Are you asking me to make her fall in love with me?"
"That is exactly what I'm asking for you to do, Lucius. That is, of course, if you trust yourself to do this. I would regret to have to kill you because you have fallen for her yourself."
"Of course I wouldn't, my Lord."
"You never know. She is a pretty girl."
"Please, Master. She is a filthy bloodtraitor. I have a wife. I would never."
"Then the issue is solved. I give you a month."
"A month?"
"Will you manage it, Lucius? Or should I appoint someone else?"
"No, Master. I can do it."
"Very well. You are dismissed."
"Thank you, my Lord."
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