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Unexpected Circumstances

Chapter 4

Golden fingers of dawn were just coming over the horizon when Draco's eyes popped open. The feel of the soft warm body beside him jolted his senses into overdrive. He hadn't been with a woman in months, who……..?

"Ginny," he softly whispered reverently as his hand came into contact with her silky arm. She was half lying on his chest with her legs entwined with his. Glossy fragrant tendrils of auburn hair fell across her freckle kissed cheeks and onto his muscled chest.

"Oh Merlin," he breathed as her scent filled his nostrils.

The exquisite mind blowing feel of her in his arms was shooting sparks down his body and he grew harder as her thigh gently nudged him as she shifted in her sleep.

He knew he needed to get his mind off how good her skin felt next to his, and willed his mind to concentrate on the room around him. This truly was his favorite room. From the rich emerald walls to the gleaming obsidian fireplace, the space screamed money, power. This suite of rooms had been specifically decorated to his strict specifications. He needed a place to relax, unwind. Forget who and what he was for a time and be just Draco.

From the sitting area to the bathrooms Slytherin influences were evident in all aspects of the design, after all ones heritage was important to remember. One of the theme's he had incorporated in his bedchamber happened to be a pair of mated silver dragons that danced across the walls and ceiling. Their presence had always been calming, soothing for him. Most nights their reassuring presence helped him fall asleep quickly. Unfortunately right now he was anything but calm.

"Please Merlin. Let her wake up soon. There isn't much more I can take," he prayed silently as she continued to wiggle in his grasp.

Draco knew he had to get out of bed and soon, or she would be in a situation that would surely scare her beyond anything Goyle had done last night. Gently, he disentangled himself from her soft fragrant body and hurriedly got out of bed.

Looking back at her beautiful face, he gently pulled the soft coverlet up and tucked it around her. He watched in amazement as she snuggled deeper into the bed and signed happily. He smiled a genuine smile of contentment and walked slowly into the bathroom.

"A cold shower it is," he said to himself as he looked down at his hard and throbbing body.

He discarded his boxers and stepped into the gleaming black marble shower. The cold spray brought a shocked squeak from his lips as it drenched his overheated body. Sore muscles clenched and jerked as he stood under the freezing spray, hoping to quench the fire that burned and crackled inside him. She was like a virus in his blood, inflamed his starved senses. He felt more for her than any other woman of his acquaintance, and his only recent experiences were when she was unconscious. He wasn't sure how he would react when she was actually coherent and awake.

A familiar terror filled scream split the air, jolting him out of his thoughts. Fear for Ginny's safety flashed through his mind, and he was instantly out of the shower and back in the bedroom. He had been expecting intruders, assassins with murder on there minds. But the chamber was empty except for Ginny sitting up on the side of the bed, looking straight at him with terror filled eyes.

"Hi," Draco said, trying to calm her fears. In truth he had no idea what to say.

He watched as she sprang from the bed, but her legs didn't work the way she thought they would, and landed in a heap beside the bed. She gave a wounded cry when he took a tentative stepped towards her. She swiftly pulled herself across the floor till her back was against the emerald wall. Better to have him come from the front than behind.

"What……what do you want with me," she asked in a trembling voice as she watched the nude man walk closer to her. The fact that he was naked told a telling tale. She felt relieved when she noticed her sore body was at least covered modestly in a pair of men's boxers and a Falcon's t-shirt, his presumably.

"I won't hurt you," he put his hands out palm up to show her he wasn't carrying a wand. Not that he needed one.

"Draco Malfoy," she whispered as her brain struggled to remember, to grasp any knowledge of why she would be in a bedroom with a known enemy. This whole situation was becoming stranger and stranger by the moment.

"Yes. You now me," he tentatively answered as he watched her eyes dart back and forth over the room trying to comprehend her surroundings.

"Why am I here?"

She had no idea how complicated that questions was. He contemplated his answer for a few moments as she pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her shacking arms around herself.

He didn't want her to panic, he didn't want her to try and run. There was no way out of this room without the password and she would hurt herself if she tried. She was trapped here until he let her out, and he had no intentions of letting her go. But she didn't know that.

"I only wanted to help. I mean you no harm," he said tentatively as he slowly advanced on her shacking form.

"DON'T….Don't come any closer," she squeaked as fear tightened her throat.

"I won't hurt you," he repeated as he tried to sound reassuring, but he could see it wasn't working.

"Right. Your standing there stark naked, dripping wet and I'm supposed to believe you mean me no harm? What…what kind of fool do you take me for Malfoy?"

"I don't think you a fool Ginny. I think you're a very brave young woman trying to hold on to something that is clearly a lost cause."

She knew he was talking about the war and her involvement with Harry, but her brain was still trying to get over the fact she was looking at a very hot, very NAKED Draco Malfoy.

He no longer resembled that skinny snide ass she remembered from Hogwarts; in fact he didn't resemble the old Draco Malfoy at all. Silence filled the room as the two stared at each other, trying to read the others thoughts.

A cold shiver rolled down his spine as Draco suddenly remembered his state of undress. A hot blush covered his cheeks as he backed up a few paces. With a wave of his hand, Draco dried his cold wet body and silently uttered a spell to magically cloth himself. In the blink of an eye he stood before her in a pair of black slacks and a black t-shirt. He smiled smugly at the shocked expression on her beautiful face. It felt so good to be powerful.

"Holy shit," Ginny whispered as she stared wide eyed at the blond across the room. There were rumors, eye witness accounts to the fact that Draco's power had grown ten fold in the last few years, but the amount of power radiating off him now scared her to her very core.

She was in a state of shock. She couldn't speak or move as she watched him nonchalantly move things around the chamber without the use of a wand. Snippets of last night began playing like an old movie through her brain.

Death Eaters entering in the bar.

Screams from the bar patrons as they dueled and fought against the intruders.

"Oh Merlin," she whispered.

Goyle, He….he. Oh NO!

Her vision blurred and her breath came in short pants as she relived the horrors she had endured at the hands of Gregory Goyle. She could still feel the rough bricks digging into her back as he held her in a tight grip against the wall. His cruel angry words still rang in her ears as she screamed and fought against his rough hands touching her bared flesh. She could still taste the metallic tang of her own blood as he shoved his tongue down her throat. She remembered hearing the rip of clothing and his hands…oh Merlin, his hands were everywhere; bruising, hurting. And his mouth…it was on her breast and then…..nothing.

How could there be just nothing? What happened? Where was he?

Draco's deep voice broke into her terror induced stupor. "Goyle won't every bother you again. I promise."

Some of the fog cleared from her brain as she lifted her now angry eyes to meet his. "How do you know that? How do I know you didn't send him to rape me, torture me? Isn't that what Death Eaters do, rape and murder the innocent," her voice shook with anger as she struggled to stand on her own two feet.

Anger was simple. If she was angry she didn't have to feel, she didn't have to remember.

"You probably planned this all along. You singled me out because I was close to Potter; used me as a way to get back at the order," her anger knew no bounds as she hurled accusations at him. Fire burned through her blood as she advanced on Draco, uncaring for her own safely as her only thought was to make him hurt, make him pay for the humiliation and pain flowing unerringly thorough her system.

"I had nothing to do with Goyle's actions. The raid he led was unsanctioned by me. I had no idea he was there that night. If I did I would have made sure you were out of harms way," his voice stayed cool and calm as she stalked over to stand directly in front of him.

"Like you give a damn about me, I'm just one more pawn to be used against the Order," she seethed through clenched teeth.

As he watched her yell at him in anger, he couldn't help but thing how beautiful she was angry. Her normally pale face was flushed and pink, her perfect pert breast rose and fell rapidly. Her green eyes flashed dangerously as her hands clenched and unclenched at her sides. She was glorious in her temper, and she was his.

Draco took a calming breath. "If I wanted to hurt you, use you, I could have let Goyle have his way with you in that alley. I could have let him violate you, rape you, but I didn't."

He knew she was trying to get a response out of him; she wanted him to react violently so that her statement about Death Eaters could be proven true, then her anger at him would be justified.

His confession stopped her in her tracks. "He…he didn't……He didn't………..," she stammered as realization dawned.

"Rape you? No. I would never let that happen to you," he said in a low voice looking her straight in the eye.

She took several deep breaths, but it didn't stop the flow of emotions. Suddenly she crumpled to the floor in tears. Great gut wrenching sobs echoed through out the room as immense relief flowed forth. Draco dropped down next to her, aching to pull her into his arms, but unsure of the reception. Tentatively he reached out and put his hand on her arm.

"Don't…Don't touch me," she whimpered as she shrugged off his hand and tried to crawl away. "Don't want to be touched."

Draco felt so helpless watching her sob, but he knew there was nothing he could do to comfort her. She needed the healing power of her tears to wash away the vile memories of last night's horror. "I won't touch you unless you want me to Kitten," he assured her gently.

Several moments went by as Ginny continued to cry softly and Draco just sat patiently waiting for her tears to subside. Gradually her tears stopped and Ginny broke the silence. "Thank you," she said quietly as she wiped her tears away with the back of her hand.

"I'm sorry it happened. I wish I could have stopped him sooner," he said slowly as he moved closer to her shaking form.

Her emotional outburst had taken its toll on her bruised and battered body. Draco could plainly see the pain reflected in her tear stained face as her eyes drooped heavily with fatigue.

"Will you please let me carry you back to the bed," he asked softly, hoping she wouldn't object. He knew she wouldn't be able to get up under her own power.

Her only answer was a shrug of her shoulders that he took as consent. Getting swiftly to his feet, Draco lifted her slight body into his arms and strode quickly to the bed. He placed her gently against the soft pillows and pulled the blankets around her shaking body.

"I'll get you a dreamless sleep potion. You need to get some sleep if your body is going to heal properly," Draco said turning away.

Ginny's eyes were getting heavier and heavier as she snuggled under the blankets. It only took a moment and Draco was back with a bright blue potion.

"Drink this. Tomorrow everything will look clearer and we can talk. Right now you need sleep," he said softly as he watched her down the potion in one gulp.

Their eyes connect one last time, and Ginny was dead to the world. Draco gave a relieved sigh and gently bent forward to place a tender kiss to her forehead.

"I promise no one will every hurt you like that again," he whispered.

Draco watched her sleep for a few more minutes. She looked so innocent when she slept, so trusting. He just hoped he could prove to her in the coming days that he was worthy of her trust.

Giving Ginny one last look, Draco heavily warded his rooms and climbed the stairs to the outside world. The potion he gave her was double strength, and she would sleep for a full twenty-four hours. He hoped once she was fully recovered she would be more receptive to his plans, and he knew just the person to help him reach his goal.

Enter one Luna Zabini. Ginny was going to be in for a shock.