After a few silent moments she pushes him away. "What did you do that for?" she asks quietly, slightly trembling. She looks into his face and wishes she could touch him again. He is handsome, and there is something else to him that she can't put her finger on. She shakes her head to rid it of her thoughts and asks again. "What did you that for?"

He looks shocked, like he can't believe he just did what he did. "I… I don't know."

She looks at him helplessly, looking confused, and then her eyes harden. "You're just trying to get me in trouble, aren't you?" she steps away from him quickly. "You want to see him punish me."

He shakes his head. "No, god, no, that's not it at all." He walks towards her again, but she backs away. "I don't want to see you hurt… if anyone finds out about what just happened… I'll be the one getting punished, not you."

She watches him skeptically. Suddenly feeling very cold. "Why?" she asks.

He turns away from her. "I'm not supposed to touch you." He cracks his neck and stands up a little straighter. "He cursed me the last time that he saw me doing it. This shouldn't have happened." He says, coming back to reality and remembering the pain that being close to her will bring him. "You should go back in side."

She starts to step away. "Wait." He says, digging into his pocket. She turns back to him and watches as he brings a very distinct looking necklace out of his pocket.

"Luna…" she says quietly as her eyes take in the bottle cap home made jewelry that Luna always wore.

Draco hands it to her, placing the small item into her shaky hands. "Lovegood told me to give it to you. I saw her yesterday in the dungeons." He says, not quite looking at her. "This way you know she's alive, even if he doesn't let you see her."

Tears are threatening her eyes again and a weird tightness is around her heart. "Thank you," she says lightly as her fingers play with the necklace she has seen so many times. "Thank you so much." She means it too. This is the only thing solid that she has now.

"No problem." He says uncomfortably. He turns around.

"Draco?" she asks quietly to his back. Her body is humming and she can't control herself. She's never felt this way before. "Kiss me again." She asks him because she likes not being forced.

"Just go." He says tiredly. "This was mistake."

She walks up to him and grabs his arm. "Kiss me again." She says because the first one was so soft and innocent… she hasn't had that comfort in a long time. "Please."

He looks pained as he looks down into her eyes. Like an addict trying desperately not to relapse. She puts her arms around his neck and he closes his eyes, finally giving in. He kisses her, and this time with more passion. Everything he had been feeling he put into the kiss and surprisingly she matches his enthusiasm, having been so lonely since the war started.

They pull back breathless. "Wow." She whispers against his lips.

He runs his fingers along her cheek, she feels so familiar to him. "You're so soft." He whispers lightly making her blush.

He looks through one of the windows and catches a glimpse of the Dark Lord speaking to a group of people. His body becomes ridged and he pushes her away. "Go back inside. This can't happen again."

"But…"

"Just leave!"

Feeling hurt and confused she does what he says. She can feel Tom's eyes on her when she steps back into the room so she walks straight to him with the necklace firmly in her fist. He snakes his arm possessively around her waist but she can't bring herself to look at him. Her lips still tingle from Draco's kiss and her body is still flushed. She's never felt that way before after just one kiss, she feels drunk and unbalanced. Even kissing Harry was never like that.

"What's in your hand?" he asks her suspiciously. His free hand comes out to take it away from her.

"I found it." She lies.

He looks at it with disdain. "It's ugly, throw it away."

Draco walks in a few moments later and the arm around her tightens noticeably. "Were you out there with Draco Malfoy?" comes the soft hiss by her ear that makes the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

She gulps, remembering Draco's words and tries to lie. "He was out there. But we didn't speak."

"Look at me." Slowly she turns her head to look into his scarlet eyes. He's studying her intensely and she can't help but feel naked and weak. "Do not lie to me." He says fiercely.

"I'm not." She whispers in a scared voice that betrays her. Her face is flushed and her body is slightly shaking.

He narrows his eyes and spots Draco by the back wall, taking a gulp out of a flask. He looks back down at her. "You aren't to talk to him again."

"Tom I--"

"No," he cuts her off. "You will not speak to him again and if you do I'll make you both wish you had never been born." She watches him with wide eyes, not knowing what to say. "Trust me, doll face, if you even look at him in a way that I find displeasing I will kill him."

Knowing now would not be a good time to argue she nods her head and looks down. "Alright." She says, even though she doesn't think she'll be able to do what he wants.

"Ginevra," he addresses lightly making her look at him again. "Give that to me." He nods his head down to her fist.

She shakes her head. "Let me keep it." She pleads quietly.

"Give it to me." He says again, more sternly.

With a heavy heart she puts it in his out stretched palm, wishing she had found a hiding place for it. He puts it in his pocket and glares at her. "Is it the truth that you just found this ugly thing outside?" he asks and she nods her head, not trusting herself to speak. "You aren't to accept anything from anyone but me." He says harshly. "Do you understand?"

"Yes, I do." She says tiredly, still watching his pocket that holds the only link to her friend.

His voice becomes harsh and strong. "You are alive because I let you live, you eat because I feed you, you breathe because I allow you air, you have clothes because I give them to you," his voice drops an octave and he brings his mouth right by her ear. "and you cum because I make you… don't make me take these things back. I could make you beg me for them."

She shivers and closes her eyes. "I won't, Tom."

"Let's hope you're being honest. For your sake." He says snidely. He snaps his finger and the annoying house-elf Wendy appears by his feet. "Ginevra is done with the party." He tells the little creature coldly. "Make sure she gets to my room with out any trouble and lock the door so she doesn't get out…" he eyes her once again. "Or so no one else can get in." he says and she gulps loudly. Does he know what happened with Draco?"

She follows Wendy with out looking back at anyone and once she's secured in Tom's room she falls down on the mattress and touches her lips. Is she a traitor for liking that kiss? Who is she betraying? Voldemort, Harry, the Order, or herself? She doesn't know the difference anymore. She closes her eyes and waits for him to come up to her. It's unavoidable now. She just hopes he won't be too harsh with her tonight. She did try to be good.

X

"Stop following me!"

"But Miss Ginevra, Master says I's to follow yous everywhere from now on."

"I don't care what Master said!" Ginny snaps angrily. "I don't want you around me!"

"But Master says—"

"I don't give a flying fuck what your Master says. Leave me alone!" she screeches, taking off her shoe and throwing at the little elf.

Wendy widens her eyes and barely dodges the red flat that goes flying by her head. She squares her little shoulders and glares at the girl. "I is telling the Master on yous." She says scornfully before popping away.

"Like I care." Snorts Ginny. Retrieving her shoe and putting it back on her foot.

Wendy had been following her around all day long. When she went to the library, when she ate lunch, she was even there when Ginny went to the bathroom. The little elf annoys the hell out of her enough already, she doesn't want to see her every second of the day. She knows why Tom ordered her to do it, though. After the party he doesn't trust her... I guess that's smart of him. She looks out the window and rubs her wrists that are still sore from him gripping them tightly while he pounded into her last night. He took his anger out on her body like he usually does. Her face scrunches up with disgust at the memory and she turns to walk away.

She walks with her head down, not really going anywhere particular, and runs into something solid. "Sorry," she mumbles with out looking up.

"Are you alright?" Her head snaps up to Draco's voice. He looks concerned and his head is cocked to the side. She shakes his hands off her shoulders and starts walking around him. "Hey, are you okay?" he asks again as she scurries away from him.

She remembers what Tom said and she doesn't want her or Draco to get hurt. So she refuses to answer him. A hand on her shoulder causes her to turn around. "I'm fine, now leave me alone." She says coldly. His eyes look hurt but she doesn't relent.

"You don't look very fine." He says as his eyes take her in. His hand comes up to her face where there's another bruise from Tom smacking her last night. "Was this because of me?" he asks softly.

"All of this is because of you." She snaps. Forgetting his kindness from last night and remembering that he was the one who brought her here.

He nods his head. "Yes. Yes, I know."

She wants to touch him again and that thought scares her because she doesn't know why. "I can't talk to you anymore." She says and starts walking away again.

"Ginny," he starts. She stops but doesn't turn around. "I am sorry… about all of this."

His footsteps become closer and she opens her mouth to respond but two light pops filter though the corridor. Panicked she grabs his hand and pulls him through a door leading them into a small broom closet.

"What are you—"

"Shh!" she says fiercely. She brings her ear to the door to listen.

"She was right down there, Master." Wendy's high pitched voice filters through the door and Ginny scowls in the dark.

"Why did you feel the need to come and get me?" Tom sounds annoyed and footsteps come close to the door.

Ginny sucks in a breath and grabs Draco's hand for comfort. She knew if she was seen in the same hallway as him she would get in trouble, but if she's caught in this little closet she's probably going to get tortured. She didn't think this out very well.

"Master, Miss Ginevra threw her shoe at Wendy's head, and then said. "I don't give a flying fuck what your Master says." She is a bad girl, Master!" she squeaks. "She is a bad, naughty girl!"

Tom gives a dark chuckle. "Yes, she is, isn't she?" he says in a smooth voice that makes Ginny shiver. She can feel Draco's warm breath on the back of her neck as he brings his free hand up to wrap around her stomach. It calms her down. "She's probably off hiding in her bedroom. Find her and bring her to me."

"Yes'm Master." Wendy squeaks. Two pops are heard again as the two leave the hallway.

Ginny lets out a breath she didn't know she was holding. "I hate it here." She whispers in the darkness.

"Me too."

Draco doesn't release his arm from her body and she doesn't let go of his hand. She turns around to face him and she can just make out the contours of his face from the light that's creeping in from the cracks and key hole from the door. "I should get going."

He nods his head but doesn't let go. "Ginny," he says quietly. He lets go of her hand and touches her hair. "Why did you save me that day?"

"I already told you." She says.

"I know, but there has to be something else. Another reason why?" he asks desperately, just so he can get justification for what he's feeling now.

"I just felt like I had to." She says quietly. "I knew I'd never forgive myself if I didn't."

He nods his head tightly. "I want to see you again." He says, without thinking. "I want to talk to you more. Maybe we can become friends?" He's being honest, there's something about her. She's not as hard or cynical as the girls he knows and he's attracted to that.

He almost kisses her again and his clean smell intoxicates her brain. She is attracted to him, even though she shouldn't be. He's Draco Malfoy for god sakes. "No, I can't talk to you." She says and with a struggle she gets away from him and opens the door.

She squints against the harsh light and runs down that hallway. Draco slumps against the wall in the broom closet and shakes his head. She is turning him in to some soft weakling. He doesn't like it, he can't explain it, and he can't help it. What is he suppose to do? She's the Dark Lord's girl now, and he would rather kill his toys then share them with anyone else.

"Fuck." He says before hitting the wall and walking away.

X

Ginny lets Wendy find her in one of the down stairs bathroom. "Oh, yous is going to be in trouble!" states the little elf triumphantly.

Ginny resists the urge to kick it as she follows the ugly thing to Lord Voldemort's study. He's sorting through papers on his desk when she enters. He looks up and smirks at her. "Well, there is the little hell cat." He turns to the small elf, whose scowling at Ginny. "Where did you find her?"

"I was in the bathroom." Interrupts Ginny. "Heaven forbid I go to the restroom without help." She huffs and crosses her arms.

"Wendy said she was a bad girl, Master!" Wendy squeaks. "Miss Genevra don't respect Master, Sir."

Tom's dark smirk widens. He stands up and walks to the front of his desk, leaning his back against it. "She really doesn't, does she?" he asks and the elf nods its head vigorously. Ginny rolls her eyes. "What do you suggest we do with her?"

His amusement is clearly written on his face and his eyes never leave Ginny's but Wendy takes the question totally seriously. "Bad girls like Miss Ginevra need to be punished." Ginny snorts and turns away but Wendy keeps going. "When Wendy was little, Wendy's Mama used to spank her if shes be bad!"

"Oh, good Lord." Says Ginny, rolling her eyes once again at the stupid little elf.

"Are you referring to me?" asks Tom with a laugh in voice. He takes a step closer to her, his eyes darkening. "You can leave." He says to the little elf, who glares at Ginny before popping away. "What do you think, my little love?" he asks huskily. "Should I spank you for being bad?"

She refuses to answer that question. "Can I go now?" she asks irritably.

"Of course not." He pulls her to him tightly.

"Don't you have something you should be doing?" she asks fiercely. "You are the Dark Lord after all. Shouldn't you be planning your next mass murder, or maybe throwing babies into fires?"

He laughs, it's very unpleasant. "My, you are feisty today." He pulls her to his desk and sits her on top. "I am a very busy man, you are right about that… but I can make time for my favorite little pet. I know you miss me terribly when I'm not around."

She scowls at him and he smirks. "You are delusional."

"And I also control everything about you." He says with a smile. "Open your legs and I want you to kiss me as I kissed you last night."

She takes a deep breath before doing what he says, knowing there will be no way around it. She brings her hands up to his dark hair and runs her fingers through it. She opens her mouth and deepens the kiss with a soft moan that makes him push in closer to her. She opens her legs to accommodate him like he wanted. He is actually a skilled kisser, surprisingly great, actually. With her eyes closed she imagines he's some one else. Some one with blond hair and silver eyes.

She opens her eyes quickly at that thought, almost troubled by it. Tom smirks at her. "Good girl." He says, before kissing her again and removing her clothes. Images of black hair and blond hair race through her mind as he takes her. It's confusing and whatever he's doing feels wonderful so she keeps her eyes closed and refuses to open her mouth because she doesn't known which name she'd scream out if she did.

Eventually he collapses on top of her, breathing heavily into her ear. "I have a surprise for you." He says, his breath tickling the skin of her neck.

"What is it?"

He stands up and pulls out of her. She almost sighs at the feeling of being empty but stops herself. Why would she care? He begins buttoning up his shirt and pulling up his pants. "I think you'll enjoy it."

Eyeing him skeptically as she straightens her dress she frowns. "You're not going to hurt me, are you?" she asks, with his sick personality she wouldn't pass it by him.

"No, you silly girl." He grabs her hand and Apparates them away.

When Ginny opens her eyes she's in a dark, dank hallway that smells of rust and earth. "Why am I here?" she asks almost fearfully as she looks around her with a chill down her spine.

"This is the dungeons." He says with a smirk as he uses his wand to open the huge metal door in front of them. "It's lovely, isn't it?"

Is he actually going to let her see her friends? She barely lets herself hope. This could be just a twisted game of his. So she remains quiet and follows him into the cell lined hallway. Spider webs hang low from the ceiling and she tries to doge them the best she can. She almost screams out loud when she sees a giant rat cross her path, running into another smelly cell at the end of the hall. She resists the urge to grab Tom's arm, though. She refuses to seek comfort in him.

Tom smirks the whole way as her soft footsteps follow behind him. He wants to totally conquer her and he knows that just forcing her all the time won't work out for what he wants from her. If she likes him, or even learns to love him, than that is a victory…. that is ultimate control. The greatest manipulation. He turns his head to the side and catches a glimpse of her worried little face as she chews on her bottom lip. She is pretty, he will give her that, and soon he'll dominate her completely.

"Here we are." He says smoothly, stopping in front of one of the dark cells.

Ginny steps up to the bars with shaky legs. Peering into the darkness she can barely make out a balled up figure in the corner, illuminated by the torches that line the walls in the hallway. "Who is it?" she asks as she flicks her eyes to Tom who's leaning against the dirty stone wall with his arms crossed.

"One of your dear friends, doll." He says smoothly.

She frowns at him and turns back to the figure in the corner. "Hello?" she says timidly.

The figure rolls over and Ginny jumps, not prepared for that movement. She catches a lock of dirty blonde hair peeking out from the cluster of blankets and she turns to Tom. "Can you open the door?"

He eyes her for a few moments before shaking his head. "No."

"Why not? Luna's in there. I want to talk to her."

He rolls his eyes and looks at her in disgust, like what she was asking was the most disgusting of things. "It's filthy in there. You can talk to her through the bars."

His voice is final so she doesn't press the matter. She gets down on her knees and places her hands on the iron bars. "Luna." She says softly. "Luna, are you alright?"

"Ginny?" comes the light dreamy voice. Instant tears come to Ginny's dark eyes. "Gin, is that you?"

"Oh, yes!" she says excitedly. "Come here so we can talk!" Luna can barely walk. She gets up, still huddled in the covers and limps over to the door. It hurts Ginny's heart to see it and when she sits down in front of her she can't help but tear up again. Luna looks at her with wide blue eyes that look ghostly down here. "Oh, Luna," she says sadly. "Are you alright?"

Luna coughs into her hand. She looks very pale, almost yellow, and her eyes are bloodshot. "I'm fine." She says in a hoarse voice. "How are you?"

A lot better then you, Ginny thinks, but doesn't say. Luna puts her hand around one of the free bars and Ginny puts her own hand around it, trying not to gasp at the coldness. She totally forgets about Tom who's still leaning against the wall, out of Luna's view, studying everything they're saying.

"I'm fine." Answers Ginny finally. "I'm just glad you're alive." She gives her friend a watery smile.

Luna tries to smile back but is unsuccessful. "Barely." She says softly. "but I'm much better off then Colin." She answers lightly. "I can hear him scream in his sleep. I don't know what those Death Eaters did to him."

Ginny narrows her eyes. Draco did that, and Tom was the one ordered it to happen. She shakes her head, not wanting to think about that anymore. She can't think of anything to say right now so she just looks into the endless eyes of her old friend.

"Ginny," Luna starts but is disrupted by another set of coughs. Ginny wishes she could reach in and comfort her through the cell door. "What are you doing down here? How did you get here? Malfoy came to visit me once. Did he tell you?"

Ginny blushes a bit as Tom stands up straight to listen, letting his hands drop to his side. She's not going to tell Luna who else is listening, though. She doesn't want her to become frightened, it doesn't look like her weak body could take it. "No, he didn't," she lies.

"He did, I gave him my necklace to give to you. He said you were being held by you-know-who himself. I think Malfoy has feelings for you. You should have seen the look on his face when he--"

"Luna lets not talk about that." She says panicking as she feel scarlet eyes burn into her skin.

"But why? I'm just letting you know. There was something in his eyes…"

"That's enough." Tom steps away from the wall and grabs Ginny's arm, yanking her up. "Your little reunion is over."

Luna's eyes become bigger as Tom drags Ginny down the hallway. Once outside the door he Apparates them back to his study, letting them land with a pop. She closes her eyes and tries to calm her breathing as his fingers dig into her skin.

"Don't be mad." She tells him, because she doesn't know what else to say.

"Why would I be mad?" he asks with his red eyes glaring into her own. He shakes her arm. "Tell me, why should I be mad at you?"

"I don't know." She says softly, looking at the tapestries on the wall.

"Is that so?" he asks and she nods her head. "Well, let me help you out then. You lied to me."

"About what?" she asks, knowing full well what it is.

"Malfoy was the one who gave you that necklace." He says darkly. She doesn't respond so he pushes her. "You told me you found it!"

He didn't believe her when she said that anyways so she doesn't understand why he's getting so angry about it. "I'm sorry." She says without meaning it.

"Sorry isn't going to cut it this time."

She looks up at him fearfully then, jumping when the fire cracks behind them in the fore place. "What do you mean?"

"Maybe I should take that house-elf's advice." He says as he begins removing his belt. She watches him, frozen to her spot. "Turn around and put your hands on the couch."

"Tom, please." She says quietly as she watches him fold the belt in his hands. This seriously can't be happening to her.

"Perhaps this will convince you not to be a bad girl anymore. Now, turn around." She hesitates. "Or do you want me to bring up that weak girl from the dungeons for this? It is her fault, after all. The necklace was hers."

A tear falls down her face and she shakes her head. "No, no I'll do it." She says in a shaky voice before taking a deep breath before turning around, placing her shaking hands on the head of the couch.

"I want you to count." He says coldly as his hand lifts the bottom of her dress, letting it rest at her waist so her backside is totally exposed to him and she clenches her eyes shut when he slides her knickers down to her ankles. "Ready, Ginny?"

He doesn't wait for her answer as the cold leather of the belt hits her. She gasps from the pain. "One…" she says shakily. The belt hits her again, stinging her skin painfully. She jumps and grips the edge of the couch tightly. "Two…" the third time the burn from her skin causes her eyes to water. He's not being gentle at all as he hits her with all his might. "Three…" The next blow causes her to scream.

She gets all the way up to fifteen when a persistent knock bangs on the door. She almost sighs in relief when her dress falls down to cover her and she falls down to her knees, still facing the couch as Tom opens the door.

"What is it?" he asks harshly. The person on the other side doesn't answer and Ginny can feel the person's eyes on the back of her neck. "Well?" he snaps.

"Um, I needed to ask you a question, My Lord."

Ginny's looks at the ground too embarrassed to do much else. She knows that voice, it's Draco. She rubs the side of her arms feeling suddenly cold as she tries to ignore the pain on her body. "Really?" Tom clearly doesn't believe him. "What did you want to ask me?" He spits out hatefully.

When Draco doesn't answer right away Tom turns towards Ginny. "Ginevra," She turns to him with tears in her eyes, refusing to look either of them in the face. He's standing tall by the door with the belt is still in his hands. Draco is beside him, worry flickering in his eyes as he takes her in. "Go to your room… Mr. Malfoy and I need to have a talk."

Ginny stands up and winces at the pain. Tom grabs her as she tries to hurry out of the room and kisses her roughly on the mouth, ravaging his tongue against hers and pulling her tightly against his chest. To hurt her or the other man in the room she doesn't know. He lets her go and walks back to his desk. Her eyes catch Draco's before she leaves and she knows he didn't really have a question to ask… he must have heard her screaming and now he's going to get in trouble for it. On top of what Tom was going to do to him for giving her the necklace and talking to Luna. As she passes him she grabs his hand and gives it a squeeze before dropping it quickly so Tom won't see.

As she limps up to the bed room she makes a decision, if Draco Malfoy comes out of that room alive she swears she will fall in love with him.