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Chapter three: Trapped in Freedom
Ginny's POV
It was like being under a spell: locked in the arms of Draco Malfoy, watching me in total fascination, and not being able to do a thing about it. But once he returned my deer-in-headlights gaze with his sneering eyes and his cold, dominant voice took wind, I snapped out of it.
I thrashed around, hoping my suddenly violent actions would throw him off. His grip only got tighter and he pulled me closer. This only made me more aware of what he just said, and how he just looked at me
I stopped after a few seconds, realizing I was weak compared to this Quidditch-toned Deatheater. Fatigue overcame me; I sagged in his grip and closed my eyes. Gosh, it was only one martini. My hands were spazzing, like I couldn't hold on to an apple if my life depended on it. My head felt like it was filled with bricks. I was trying to remember why I ever thought it was a good idea to wear heels.
Malfoy, identifying my defeat, gently slipped an arm around my waist and half dragged, half carried me into the nearest alleyway. His courtesy of being gentle was soon forgotten when he threw me against the brick wall. I waited for myself to sink down, but found I was being supported by his hands on my hips. I looked up at his oddly serene and questioning gaze and winced.
I somehow managed to get drunk off of one drink, I was tired and I just did not want to deal. The light side will just have to do with one more day Draco Malfoy is still out there, because I'm certainly not doing this right now.
With my hands free, I pushed Malfoy away. Surprisingly, he let go, but only stepped back a couple paces. Wand, wand…need wand. I need to focus: stupefy or confund the Malfoy brat, run and aparate. Easy peasy. I groped around for my wand…
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Draco's POV
I sighed and watched her in pure amusement. This was better than seeing my house elves squirm when being admonished.
My Ginny was certainly not cut out for this. This was a grown-up's war, and a girl like her, only educated up to her fifth year, did not belong in it.
"Looking for this?"
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Ginny's POV
"Looking for this?"
Oh, shit. I abandoned the search for my wand and looked up to see Malfoy calmly smiling and waving my wand. No, this can't be happening – I, in my semi-lucid state, wandless, facing the most powerful Deatheater and Voldemort's successor?
"Ginevra, Ginevra…" he came over and stroked my cheek. "Potter must be slipping if he keeps putting you out on the field."
I don't like this…but I have to be strong – he hasn't won yet. I jerked my face from his hand.
Malfoy gave out a merciless laugh. "What are you going to do, sweetheart? This isn't Hogwarts anymore, and you aren't nearly as sharp as I expected you to be."
"What's that supposed to mean?" I hoped our conversation distracted him a bit; I sporadically lunged for my wand, but Malfoy all-too-easily took a step back, out of my reach. I stumbled but regained my form. When I looked up at him, he was sporting an extremely annoyed expression.
Before I knew it, he had thrown me up against the wall, holding on to both my arms. The impact sent my head flying back and I banged it against the brick wall
"Ow!" I cried. I was wincing with pain.
"Shh," Malfoy whispered. He was massaging the spot where I hit my head, making the pain evade.
I opened my eyes and looked up at him. Fury replaced the pain – I wanted to fight the bastard, make him feel how much I hurt and how scared I was. His close proximity made me all the more aware of the six inch difference in our heights. I was 5'7" to his massive 6'1". Maybe fighting would be best left until I had my wand back. Malfoy's soothing voice pulled me from my thoughts.
"Babe, it's funny really. How you hadn't noticed my spying on any of those silly meetings you go on. You didn't feel a think when I pulled your wand out of your robes, or how I've been slipping drugs into your martinis. It's cute…I wonder how much more I could get away with…" It was incredible how his soft, tender touch and gentle voice could be accompanied by such harsh words.
"Please, let me go," I whined, disgusted with myself for going so low as to beg for freedom. I looked around, hoping to attract some form of attention from the outside world.
"Mm…not yet," Draco said. He stopped caressing my head and took hold of my chin, forcing met o face him full on. My eyebrows knitted in confusion. "Ginevra Weasley—"
"Ginny," I automatically corrected.
Malfoy suppressed a laugh and shook his head. "Darling do you know and comprehend how powerful I am? Do you understand you're losing the war?" He said this so condescendingly.
"You bastard!" I screamed.
"Now I won't take you with me right now," he proceeded as if I never said anything. "You can keep on being Pothead's adorable little cheerleader, but be safe. I fully intend on winning this war and I refuse to lose you in the process."
"You're delusional…" I whispered.
"I will win this war and to hell if anyone thinks a boy with an unusual reaction to killing curses will stop me." With that, he slipped my wand back into my fingers, kissed me on the forehead and promptly disappeared.
I shuddered. I must have been the only one to survive a run-in with the world's most feared Deatheater.
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