I woke up and found a plain white box sitting at the edge of the bed by my feet. I jumped up quickly to open it and inside was a pair of tan colored riding pants, a white collared shirt, and a blue riding jacket. I was so excited just to have clothes again that I got up and put them on as quickly as I could and as I was buttoning up the shirt I noticed that, propped up by my bed, was a pair of knee high, black, riding boots. I put them on, and once my whole outfit was complete, I looked in the mirror to check myself out. Grabbing a ribbon from the vanity I braided my hair down my back and when I looked in the mirror again I was struck with how proper I looked.

"I knew those pants would look good on you." I turn and see Draco in a similar riding outfit, only his was more masculine, and he wasn't wearing a jacket. Just a white button down shirt that had the first few buttons undone, revealing his pale chest. He throws a helmet at me and I catch it. "Come on. I'm sure you're tired of being in here."

I almost scowl at him because it's his complete fault why I'm in here… but I don't. He must be unstable... I still can't get the frightened look of that servant girl out of my mind, but at least she's not dead. I guess I shouldn't bring that up today. I don't want him to have another reason to be angry with me, so I follow him down the hallway, and when we reach the stairs he turns to me.

"Do you want to eat something?" he checks his watch. "It's almost lunch time. I don't understand how you can sleep so late."

I usually have nothing to wake up for, I want to say, but I keep it to myself. I'm too pumped to eat. "No, I'm not very hungry."

He gives me an amused smile and we walk all the way to the stables in complete silence. As soon as we're outside, I close my eyes, and inhale the fresh air. I haven't been outside in forever and the sun feels wonderful on my face. It's autumn time, and the air is cool, and crisp. All of the leaves on the trees are turning from green, to magnificent shades of reds, oranges, and yellows…it's beautiful. I like that nature is constant and the seasons will always change into something I'll be able to recognize... Even though my life is so messed up.

"Come here, sweetheart," Draco calls me over to one of the stables. I use to hate it when he called me those terms of endearment but now I just find it mildly annoying, because I am most certainly not the things he calls me…. Like sweetheart, darling, princess, or babe.

I follow him inside and almost clap my hands when I see the beautiful horses. "Oh, Draco… they're wonderful," I say, as I walk up to a caramel colored horse and pet its nose. "What's this one's name?"

"That is Cybil," he tells me, walking close to me and patting the side of her head. "She's a good girl."

"Yes, she is," I say with a smile. Forgetting who he is and who I am for a moment and just trying to enjoy the day.

Draco walks over to that beautiful white horse that I was staring at the other day, and he opens the gate to bring him out. A teenage boy comes out, I assume he's another muggle born servant, and helps Draco saddle the horse. It's weird watching him with these animals… He can sit back and watch human beings being tortured and killed but he's so nice to these animals. I shake my head and turn back to Cybil.

"Is that your horse, Draco?" I ask, watching him out of the corner of my eye, as he gets the white horse ready to ride.

"Yes, I've had him since I was five." I leave Cybil alone and walk closer to Draco to get a better look at the magnificent horse. "This is Julius," he says proudly as he smiles at me and I'm suddenly reminded of a little boy. "He's the best horse in all of England."

I pet his mane, trying to avoid Draco's face. I don't want to humanize him… he's a monster. "I like him," I say honestly.

Draco walks around so he's standing by me. "Do you want to ride him?" I look up at the tall horse and bite my lip. "I'll help you."

He takes the helmet out of my hands and places it on my head, buckling the strap under my chin. He smirks at me as he does this and I blush, looking away. Once that's done, he helps me up to the saddle, and tells me how to work the reigns when I want him to go a certain way.

"Alright," Draco says as I look down at him with wide eyes. I'm a little nervous, to be honest. "Kick your boots a little and he'll start walking."

"You want me to kick him?"

"Well, don't kick him hard or anything."

I take a deep breath and lightly kick my heels against the side of the horse. He starts moving and I smile at the strange sensation of being on top of a moving animal like this. It's so much different than a broom.

Once we move out of the stables, the horse picks up his pace, and starts moving faster. I look back at Draco, who's standing in the archway, leaning against the side with his arms crossed.

"How do I make him stop again?" I ask nervously and he laughs at me.

"You just have to pull the reigns back sharply at the same time."

I nod my head and steer the horse around the field a few times with a content smile on my face. I love this. I decide that I want to do this everyday if I have to be stuck here for the rest of my life. I don't know how long I had been riding, but suddenly Draco is beside me, seated on black horse. He doesn't wear a helmet, I notice, and his hair is all messy from the wind. I have to look away again… I don't like that he's so handsome all the time.

"Do you want me to show you around the grounds?" he asks and I watch him suspiciously. Why is he being so nice to me all of a sudden? "I know you haven't been out yet."

"Okay," I say slowly, watching him closely.

His black horse takes off running and the horse I'm on follows with out me having to do anything. Malfoy Manor truly is a wonderland. There is a large lake at the edge of their lands that's surrounded by wildflowers and beautiful trees. A small forest takes up much of the perimeter of the grounds and the garden is breathtakingly beautiful…. Full of statues and fountains that makes the water dance. There's a professional size Quidditch pitch, a small children's playground, and a full size swimming pool with a bath house. If I didn't hate it so much I would probably love it.

"Your home is beautiful, Draco," I say as we walk the horses past one of the giant fountains.

He doesn't say anything, so I turn to him. His face is very serious and he's looking right at me. "It's your home too," he says.

I nod my head and look away. He brings the horses back around to the lake where they trot up to take a drink. Draco slides off of his horse easily, but I don't know how, so he laughs at me before walking over and helping me down, with his strong hands on my waist. I step out of his embrace as soon as my feet hit the ground and I remove the helmet from my head, letting it fall to the grass beside me.

I watch through the corner of my eyes as Draco walks over to one of the trees and leans against it, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. The Dark Mark stands out darkly against his light skin and it seems so out of place on someone as beautiful as him.

He seems to be in a nice mood today, so I think we'll be able to talk openly. "What do you do for Voldemort?" I ask, really wanting to know. I don't know how his army is set up. Is Draco even considered a part of the army?

He raises an eyebrow at me. "I think you already know what I do."

"Not really," I say, taking a seat on the grass and resting my head on my knees. "Do you kill people?" I ask. I know his father does… but I've never seen him do it.

He snorts, like what I said was funny. It makes me look at him. "Yes," He answers and my heart drops.

"How many people have you killed?"

He shrugs his shoulders and crosses his arms. "I don't know," he answers. "A lot."

"How can you just murder people and not think it's a big deal?" I ask fiercely, angry at the way he speaks about it so calmly. I can see my dead brother's body in my head and my face flushes in anger.

"Because the people I kill don't deserve to live in the first place," he says with a slight edge to his voice. I stand up.

"What does that even mean? You don't get to decide who deserves to live and who doesn't."

He pushes off the tree and walks over to me. "Obviously I do… and while we're on this subject, do you really think it's a good idea to make me angry, knowing what I can do?"

"You're just a bully," I snap angrily. "A spoiled, rotten, bully who was never told no by his parents. So you think you own everything."

He smiles then, and I want to smack it off of him. "I don't know about that, but I know I own you, so I suggest you stop trying to piss me off."

"You don't own me!" I yell. "Stop saying that!"

"Do you want me to show you how I own you?" he asks dangerously, taking close steps towards me. This day started out so well… now it's all going down hill. "I think I will," he says as he grabs me and throws me on the ground.

I kick at him as he falls on top of me, but it does no good. He's so much stronger than me.

"You make it so hard to be nice to you," he says through clenched teeth as he holds me down.

"I wish you would die," I say and I'm kind of surprised I said it… I've never said anything like that before.

"You aren't the only one," he replies dryly before he puts his fingers in my hair and tugs hard. "Do you know why I own you, Ginny?" he asks hatefully. "I own you because I'm going to fuck you right here on the ground, and no matter how much you scream or yell, no one will come and help you because they know you're mine to do with as I please. I own you because I could drag you to the middle of the ministry of magic and beat you in front of all of those government officials, but they wouldn't do a damn thing because they know you belong to me." I fight a little against his hands and he bites down on my collarbone painfully hard so I stop. "Hell," he continues in my ear. "I could make you get down on your knees and suck me off in front of your own parents, but they couldn't do one fucking thing to stop me… do you know why, Ginny?"

He pulls back and looks at me very seriously. "Do you know why?" he asks again. "I want you to tell me why."

I turn my head away from him. "Because you're a bloody bastard," I say with venom.

He grabs my chin and forces me to look at him. His eyes are blazing again and his fingers are digging into my skin. "Tell me why or I'll hit you."

"And what does it prove when you hit a girl that's not as strong as you?" I ask hatefully.

"I'm going to count to three," he says, ignoring what I said, and continuing to be his sadistic hateful self. "So you had better tell me what I want to hear…. One."

I watch him through narrowed eyes. I won't do this. "Two," he says.. and I become nervous again… he does hit hard.

"Three." He sits up a little bit and I panic.

"Wait," I say and he looks at me expectantly. I look down at his chest. "You own me," I mumble quietly.

"What was that?" he questions. "I didn't hear you."

"You own me," I say a little louder with a red face.

He smirks down at me. "Good. I already told you that," he states meanly.

He lies back on top of me and kisses my mouth, he bites my lip, and I can taste blood. He uses his skilled fingers to unbutton my jacket and riding pants as I keep my eyes closed, trying to think of better things. When he sits up again, I open my eyes, and I watch him nervously.

"Turn around and get on your hands and knees," he orders.

I remove the heavy jacket before sitting up and getting into the position that he wants me in. He slides the pants and knickers down to my knees and whispers something in my ear that makes me clench my eyes shut. "If you're going to act like a bitch, then you'll be fucked like one," he says before slamming into me.

I hate that he uses sex as a weapon. He uses it to make me want him and he uses it to hurt me. I think it may be the most confusing thing to me in this whole relationship. He's such a monster.

I hate him.

X

She has to ruin fucking everything.

Today was going so perfectly and then all of a sudden she decided to start a fight. I can see her now, running a head of me, because she refused to get back on the horse after I took her. She even threw the helmet at me and told me she hated me again. I don't know when she's going to learn her lesson.

I hop on Julius and take Bruce by his reigns so he'll follow. Just because she wants to walk the mile back to the stables does not mean I'm going to. I let her keep her distance in front of me so she'll calm down. I hate it when she cries like that. It makes me feel terrible and it makes me want her to stop fucking crying so much. That's all she does.

I scowl into the distance as I think about her, carrying her stupid helmet and jacket under my arm. This was not how this whole thing was suppose to end up. I was supposed to take her, she was supposed to love me, and then we would live happily ever after. Not whatever the hell we're doing right now. I watch as she trips and falls down to her knees. I almost laugh at her, but I know I shouldn't, so I take a deep breath and stop the horses so she can get up and continue her pissed off walking.

Which she does.

Finally back at the stables she collapses onto one of wooden benches to wait for me. I barely even look at her as I climb off of the horse and call the stable boy out to take them in. The boy takes the reigns from me and then looks at Ginny, giving her a sad smile. My temper rises again when she returns it.

"We're going inside," I tell her harshly.

"I want to look at the horses some more," she says, just to piss me off.

I take a very deep breath. I want to hit her… but I'm trying not to. "Okay, then. Go look at the fucking horses," I say. I'm trying to be nice to her so she won't be so bitchy later tonight.

She looks up at me, clearing not believing that I agreed that she could do it. She doesn't move for a few moments so I snap at her. "Well, are you going to, or do you want to go back to your room?"

She stands up quickly and walks into the stables. I lean against the archway to watch her as she walks up and down, looking at the different horses. Her face is still blotchy from crying and her hair is all tangled from me pulling it. There are dirt and grass stains all over her pants and shirt. I look away from her… feeling something strange in my chest.

"Are you okay?" it's a young male voice and my head snaps down to where Ginny's petting one of the young ponies.

"I'm fine," she answers, sniffling into her sleeve when she pulls her hand back. My eyes narrow. Why is he talking to her?

"You don't look fine, Miss."

"I'm okay, really," she answers and then gives him a little smile.

She never smiles for me like that. I stand up straight and watch them closer. Does that idiot boy not know I'm standing right here?

"You've got some blood." I see a hand come out and touch the side of her mouth. "Right there."

I can't take it anymore. I stomp over to them and grab Ginny by the arm. "We're leaving now," I say hatefully. I turn to the teenage boy cowering by the pony. "What's your name?" I hiss.

"C-Carl, sir."

I yank Ginny's arm and she whimpers. "Well, Carl you just made a very big mistake," I say, before dragging Ginny all the way to the house by her arm.

When we get inside, I slam the door, and she looks at me worriedly. "Why were you acting that way with that dirty mudblood?" I ask hatefully as jealousy weeds its way into my brain.

"What are you talking about?"

"You were acting like some common whore."

She lifts her eyebrows and looks at me stunned. "I was not!"

"Yes you were, you slut!"

"That's a lie!"

"What did I say about letting other men touch you?" Realization dawns on her face and she looks down. "Hmm? What did I say?"

"They're not allowed to," she says flatly, staring at her shoes.

"So you broke that rule today, didn't you?"

She sighs tiredly and looks up at me. "I didn't even know. God, this is so stupid. Why do you have to be so intense all of the time?" she asks me, and I'm not really sure what she means.

"Take off your clothes you aren't allowed to wear them."

She squeals and stomps her foot. "This is ridiculous," she says as she starts unbuttoning her shirt. When it's open she throws it at my feet. "I have never met a man who treats his wife like this," she hisses out hatefully as she bends down to untie her boots. Once they're off she takes off the riding pants, and then stands in front of me, with her hands on her hips, wearing only her Slytherin green underwear. "There, are you happy, you lunatic?"

"You need to learn to mind that mouth of yours, Ginevra," I say in a calm voice.

"Whatever," she says childishly and looks at the ceiling. "Just lock me in my room now for the next month. It's nothing new to me."

"No, you won't be staying in there any more."

She looks up at me then. I've gotten her attention. "What do you mean?" she asks carefully.

I grab her arm again and start leading her down to the dungeons. When we get there she starts fighting me. "No," she says as she twists her arm to get away from me. "No, I won't stay down here."

"You've made me realize that I've been going too easy on you, princess," I say harshly as she looks up at me with wide eyes as we enter the musty hallway. "You need to learn to respect me as your husband and as your lover."

I throw her into one of the cells and she stands up and runs over to me. "Don't leave me down here," she says, slightly panicked at the thought of being alone down here.

I sneer down at her and notice goose bumps on her skin. It is cold down here. Good, she deserves to be uncomfortable. "I'll let you out when you're ready to behave."

I turn to leave but she grabs my arm and buries her face into my chest. "I'm sorry. Okay?" She says, wrapping her small arms around my body. "I'm sorry. I will be better. I promise. I shouldn't have fought with you today. Just don't leave me down here," she pleads desperately, and as soon as she does, I know I have to if I ever want her to listen to me.

"I'll come down in a couple of days."

"Draco!" she makes to grab me again but I get out of her embrace and shut the door. "Please, Draco. I'm afraid of the dark," she says pitifully through the cell door.

She better get use to it then, I think with a sneer. I can hear her crying as I walk down the hallway, and with a sigh, I turn around and lift my wand, lighting the torches in the hallway so she's not completely in the dark for the night. I am much too nice to her sometimes.

After I make it back up to our bedroom, I summon a house-elf. Human servants are a fun commodity but they aren't nearly as efficient as the ugly little elf creatures. I instruct it to bring all of our clothes back into the room. A few days in the dungeons should put her on the right track, I think. When she's out she can have her clothes back and she can be permitted to explore the manor. I think she'll be grateful.

I sit down on the bed and take a very deep breath. "Master Draco?" I turn my head to the little elf, who's standing in the closet door way. "Do you want Dilly to clean off this graffiti, Sir?"

"What are you talking about?" I snap as I push it aside to see.

Along a side wall is a gathering of black outlined drawings of people with bright red lipstick colored in as hair. Underneath all of the drawings are names… Mom, Dad, Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, Percy, and Ron…. I frown as I look at them. Ginny must have made them; she drew these pictures of her family.

"Does Master want Dilly to erase it?" the elf squeaks.

I look at the drawings for a few more moments with a strange feeling in my heart and then I turn down to the little creature. "No," I say quietly. "No, leave them." I answer before turning away and going to my study. This week is turning out to be fucking horrid.