Her Back to the Wall

by Raiast

During a mission for the Order, Ginny is discovered and held captive at Malfoy Manor. What becomes of her life when her torturer refuses to things go back to normal? Kinda gettin into AU.

4. Hear You Me

Oh no. Ginny thought.

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Here we go. Blaise thought.

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This will be interesting… Draco thought with a smirk.

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Almost as if Harry could feel their eyes on him, he spun in the direction of the three and stalked to the back of the library.

Before Malfoy could even open his mouth to make any kind of sound, Harry had him pinned to the nearest bookshelf by his throat.

"Harry!" Ginny gasped at the boy's violent action.

"What did you do to her?" Harry growled fiercely to Malfoy, who gave a choking cough and smirked.

"I don't know what you're t-talking about," Draco stuttered out the last words as Harry's grip on his pale neck tightened.

"Now cut it out Harry, really! This is insane!" Ginny pulled feebly at Harry's arm, but he pushed her away gently with a shrug.

"What. Did. You. Do. To her?" Harry repeated, even more brutally than before. He leaned closer to Malfoy, so no one else could catch his words, "What was it? The Imperious? Is that it?"

Malfoy gave a quiet bark of laughter. "I already told you, I don't know what you're talking about. My friend happens to be tutoring her, I can't visit my friend?"

Even harder did Harry wring Malfoy's neck until the boy was paler than he had ever been in his life. "You have no right to be around her, ever."

Again, Malfoy laughed, and his mouth formed a sneer as cool wood was pressed to Harry's neck.

"Let go of him, bloke. I mean it," he added after Harry showed no signs of releasing Draco.

Reluctantly, Harry pushed Malfoy away from him. "You're up to something," Harry informed him.

"Maybe you should go, Harry," Harry paid no attention to Ginny.

"And I'm going to figure out what it is," he added.

Malfoy didn't raise a hand to his red, bruised neck until Harry was out of sight. When he had left, he rubbed it gingerly and nodded his thanks to Blaise before heading off in the other direction.

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"No, don't—no! Not like that!"

"Well then show me again!" Ginny snapped.

Malfoy raised his wand and made a complicated and intricate swirling twist. Ginny stared at him blankly.

Draco Malfoy gave a heaving sigh and grabbed her wrist with more force than was necessary. When he had her attention, he mimicked the action with her hand. "Up, circle, down, point," he stated. "Diffringo dolui," he chanted as he finished.

Ginny's eyes flew from her hand, to the pillow. But the pillow was no longer there. In it's place where a few smoldered feathers and a smoking hole in the floor.

"Wow."

Malfoy smirked at her amazement. "Glad I'm teaching you this?"

"Glad I'm not that pillow," Ginny corrected.

"What pillow?"

Ginny allowed a small smile to cross her lips. Why do I need to learn this anyways?"

"So you can fight," Malfoy stated, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Fight what?" Ginny laughed. "A raging flock of throw pillows?"

"The Order," The boy's voice was etched with annoyance at Ginny's stupid questions.

Ginny was aware that the air seemed to thin, and suddenly felt light-headed and dizzy. "Why would I fight the Order?" She questioned, turning to face him.

"Why would I train you if you weren't?" He questioned back.

Ginny took a step back numbly. "I'm not fighting my family, Malfoy," she felt her voice shaking, but it didn't seem that he had heard the quaver.

He took two steps forward, his face blank and serious. "I think you are," he stated.

Ginny took another step back and found the wall. Malfoy followed in tow, allowing her little room for movement. Ginny's eyes fluttered shut as she took a small, strengthening breath. She shouldn't be there, not trapped against this wall by him, it wasn't right, she felt weak. "Don't do this, Malfoy."

They were both aware of the plea in her voice. Draco brushed a strand of hair from her face lightly. "Do what?"

"This. Don't try to manipulate me into fighting my own. It's not that easy. I know it's the way things work in your house, but not everything you say comes true."

Ginny gave his chest a light push, but he didn't move. Not an inch. "Funny you put it that way, Weasley, because it just so happens, it does."

"Get away from me, Malfoy," Ginny warned softly.

"Say you'll do what I want you to," his warning tone matched her own, and Ginny almost shivered.

"I mean it."

"So do I."

Ginny shoved all of her weight into Malfoy, who stumbled back, laughing. He made to move to her again, but Ginny raised her wand. "Diffringo dolui!" She yelled.

Smoke rose around Draco Malfoy, but when it cleared there he still stood, completely unharmed, smirking. "You didn't twist."

Ginny cursed silently.

"That wasn't very nice of you. Had you actually had some talent, that could have hurt my a lot," He moved towards her once again, and Ginny found resisting him pointless.

He stopped inches from her. "Now say you're sorry," he mocked, lifting her chin to face his eyes.

"I'm sorry," she sighed, closing her eyes.

"Are you ready to listen to me?"

"Are you going to talk much?" Ginny shot back defiantly.

"Depends on how fast you get the point."

Hoping he wouldn't talk long, Ginny nodded.

"Why wouldn't you fight the Order?" he questioned.

"It's my family," Ginny argued passively. "And my friends."

"You have no friends," Malfoy informed her. "You have no family. You have only yourself."

"That's not true," Ginny shook her head, narrowing her eyes at his incredulous statements.

"It is," he nodded. "Why do you think Potter gave up so easily? He doesn't really care about you. Had he cared about you he would have fought me for you. He let me have you."

"I'm not a possession."

Ginny's comment went unnoticed by Malfoy. "Do you think they care about you? Any of them? They don't even take you seriously. You weren't even supposed to go on that mission. Obvious enough, your skills were lacking," he paused for a second. "You did get caught," he added upon noticing her glare.

"They care about me. They love me," Ginny spoke the words, but her own voice sounded alien to her.

"Do they?"

"They tell me," she informed him. "All the time."

"That's what they want you to think. They don't love you. They know how powerful you could become, which is why they want you close; away from me."

Though they were both standing still, his voice spun around her was again, encasing her in cold words and harsh lessons.

"You think they care at all? Tell me, how long were you in my possession?"

Ginny was annoyed by the use of that word, but thought anyways. Twenty three! Her mother's voice sounded hysterically in her head.

She cleared her throat. "Twenty three days."

"And, after those twenty three days passed, how did you get out of my dungeons?"

"You let me go," she answered reluctantly.

"Oh yes, I did," he faked realization. "So, in those twenty three days, where were those people you call your family and friends?" He asked the question and his words mocked her. Still she felt them swirling.

She looked away. "I don't know," she answered softly.

"Did any of them appear hurt when you got back?" Ginny shook her head. "Did any of them even claim to have tried to help you, did they even have a plan?"

Her voice was small compared to his overpowering one. "They were just happy to see me. I didn't need an explanation."

"They didn't even offer you one."

Ginny felt warm tears spring to her eyes, and she blinked them back furiously. One fell as a cool hand touched her cheek. She looked up into Malfoy's silver eyes, which were swirling like his words. He held her face in his hands.

"It's hard, knowing the truth, isn't it?" His voice didn't even seem his own, though his words continued to sooth her. "Yes, you are just you. You have no family. No friends. But you have me."

Ginny looked questioningly at his ethereal gaze.

"You have me," he repeated. "Yes, I held you captive, and I hurt you; but when you asked me to I took you under my wing, and I will continue to teach you. You will show them how strong you are, and you will do what I say." He emphasized this word by pushing her against the wall once again.

"Won't you?" he questioned.

Ginny nodded.

His cheek was pressed to hers, and his lips brushed her ear as he breathed: "Good answer."

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"Are you alright, Ginny?"

Ginny looked up from her essay. Who had spoken? Ginny looked around and found Hermione's concerned eyes.

"Fine."

"Are you sure?" she persisted, moving next to Ginny to ensure privacy.

Ginny contented in twirling her quill while reading over what she had written so far. Tense silence ensued for a moment before Ginny gave in and dropped her quill. "Why didn't you come for me?"

Hermione seemed taken aback by this. "What?"

"When I was…gone…why didn't you come for me?"

"Ginny we tried—"

"You didn't!" Ginny insisted quietly. "Had you tried and not succeeded it would mean that you had failed, and no one else had a scratch on them," Ginny stared coldly at Hermione, who was speechless.

"You didn't try," Ginny insisted, convincing herself as well as Hermione. She stood, closing her quill and parchment in the book she was using. "You didn't."

She turned then, and walked out of the Common Room before Hermione could even open her mouth to speak.

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"I'm going to tutor you from now on," a quiet voice sounded behind her.

"Okay," Ginny answered nonchalantly.

"No questions?"

"You're a better tutor than Zabini anyways, why do I care?"

He sat down next to her. "Are you alright?"

Ginny heard concern in his voice, but it was laced with something she couldn't describe. She turned to them, still fighting back tears.

"They never came for me."

"I know."

"They didn't even try."

"I know," he whispered, and his hand was resting lightly on her shoulder. "But you're better than them anyways."

"I know."

"You don't need them, or their fake companionship."

"I know."

"You needed to be there. It opened your eyes. They're still blind."

Ginny nodded. His hand moved to hers, taking it in his cool grasp.

"You'll be amazing."

Ginny nodded again. "Yes," she agreed, locking gazes with him and exchanging a small smirk. "We will."

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Ginny had been waiting for more than an hour, and still Malfoy never showed up. She was contemplating just leaving when a commotion out in the hallway drew itself to her ears. She opened the door slightly; the seemingly solid wall in the hallway parted. She was just about to stick her head out to investigate when a mess of bodies fell into the secret room.

"Ow!"

"Woooh!"

"Aahahahahaha!"

"Ah! Hey!" The boys that had been rolling around on the floor looked up to Ginny, who stood intimidating similar to Mrs. Weasley.

Draco Malfoy pushed an arm off of him and stumbled to his feet. "Sorry I'm a little late," he slurred. He swayed back and forth, swinging an almost completely empty bottle of fire whiskey in his hand.

"You're drunk!" Ginny accused, pointing to the bottle, then to his unfocused eyes. Malfoy shook his head.

"Only a tad, sweetheart," he countered, taking two shaky steps forward. "But I'll be better after a tad bit o' sleep."

Blaise Zabini raised a hand and tugged on the booze. Malfoy must have had a good grasp on it, however, because he instantly fell on top of the two boys again.

"Ow!"

"'Ey bloke, save some o' that for me, mate!" the third boy exclaimed.

"It's mine anyhow!" Draco hissed, pulling the bottle for the greedy boys and cradling it grumpily.

Ginny seized the bottle from Malfoy and unscrewed the cap.

"Chug, chug!" Blaise cheered. Ginny emptied the little that was left into the garbage can, and, screwed the top back on, and tossed it back to Malfoy, who promptly unscrewed it and took a hearty swig.

"Wha--?" Ginny did a double take to the bottle. "Refilling charm," she sighed. "Okay, boys," she diverted their attention to her as she pulled the bottle from Malfoy's loose grasp. "That's enough, Zabini, uh-whoever you are," she pointed to the third person, "get back to your dorms."

"Wha' abou' Draco?" Blaise narrowed his eyes at his mate. "Wh' doen't 'e 'ave to go?"

"Because I'm going to take care of Draco myself, now get!" she directed a small kick in their direction, causing them to scatter clumsily.

When the boys had gone, Ginny rounded on Malfoy, who was half passed out, leaning against the couch. "You make me wait for nearly two hours and then have the nerve to show up with your boys? DRUNK?"

"I told you, I'm not drunk!"

"Like hell, you're not!" Ginny kicked him. "You can't even stand!"

Upon hearing this accusation, Malfoy stood quickly, swaying for a second before balancing himself. "Can too!"

Ginny sneered at him. "You're pathetic."

"Maybe," Draco agreed, taking a few steps toward her, backing her right into the wall. "But you're quite vulnerable."

Ginny didn't have the patience. "Get away from me," she warned, pushing him away. He stumbled backwards, but came towards her all the same.

"Make me," he hissed.

"Stop it, Malfoy, that's enough!" she slapped one of his wandering hands and pushed at him again. For being drunk, Malfoy still held his Seeker abilities, and caught her wrists swiftly, pushing them to the wall.

Ginny paused in fighting him, sighing. "I don't have time for this, I'm tired, Malfoy. It's three o'clock in the morning."

"Have a little drink, it'll perk you right up!" he released her wrists and pushed the bottle into her hands.

Ginny made a disgusted face. "I hate fire whiskey."

"You'll learn to love it!" Malfoy exclaimed cheerily. "See!" as a demonstration, Draco took a pull of the alcohol. He took a step backwards as he did so, lost his balance, and fell over clumsily, dropping the bottle as he did so.

Upon inspection Ginny found him out cold. "Moron," she sighed, vanishing the shattered glass and fire whiskey with a wave of her wand. She tossed a blanket over at him, covering his face and chest. "Eh," she grunted lazily, collapsing on the couch. "He'll move if he gets too cold."

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"Ehhhh…" A pitiful moaning sounded from under the blanket, and Ginny looked up from lacing her shoe.

"Ehhhhhhh…" it grew louder as Malfoy pushed the blanket off of his face and rolled on his side.

"You deserve to have a hangover," Ginny decided aloud. "After the way you acted last night."

"Shut up, Weasley," Malfoy growled, pushing himself to his feet.

Ginny's eyes widened. "You look horrible!" she gasped before she could stop herself.

Draco Malfoy gave her a patronizing look. "Try drinking a bottle and a half of fire whiskey and see how you feel the next morning."

"You're going to die during class today," Ginny informed him. He shuffled over to the now unoccupied couch and fell down.

"I would, if I were going to class."

"You can't skip classes. It's your own fault you got drunk, you didn't have to, you know."

Draco rested the nook of his elbow over his eyes and groaned. "Do me a favor, Weasley, and save the lecture."

"Ugh, pathetic."

"Perhaps."

Ginny glanced over to him. But you're quite vulnerable… Ginny shivered, eyeing him suspiciously.

"'Ey, what did I do last night?"

Ginny gave a small laugh. "You mean besides making me wait here for two hours and showing up with your buddies drunk?" Ginny recalled his cool wandering hands. "Nothing that can't be fixed with a good kick in the shin."

"You're horrible."

Ginny smirked. "Perhaps. So do you want a cure for that hangover? Because I might know the trick."

Malfoy sat up quickly, glaring at her. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"You didn't ask," Ginny pointed out innocently. She stepped over to him and placed her wand against one of his temples. "Deliquesce acerbitas!" she chanted.

Malfoy looked at her in amazement. "It worked!"

"I should hope so; I'd hate to see what would happen if I had gotten it wrong. Well…" she considered.

"Where did you learn that?"

Ginny snorted. "Try living with six boys all your life and not figuring out a spell to cure hangovers."

Malfoy smirked slightly. "You're alright, Weasley."

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"This is so dumb!"

"I know! She can't just go off gallivanting around the castle at all hours!"

"She'll lose all of the points we've earned for Gryffindor, and then some!"

Hermione perked her ears towards the girls' conversation a few feet in front of them and gave a meaningful look to Harry.

"Hey!" he called to the three; they turned around. "Who are you talking about?"

"Ginny!" the girl that had confronted Hermione and Harry the week before exclaimed, as if it were obvious. "This time she didn't even bother coming back to the dorm!"

Hermione looked at Harry, who leaned closer to her. The three girls kept walking. "I thought you took care of Malfoy!" Hermione whispered accusingly.

"No! I told you, one of his friends was there, I couldn't talk to him. I have to get him alone!"

"This is ridiculous! While we're waiting, Ginny is off spending the night Merlin-knows-where with him!"

Harry snorted. Hermione glared at him. "What? Oh come on you don't honestly think it's anything like that!" Harry rolled his eyes at his friend, but his stomach dropped at the thought of Ginny actually getting involved with Malfoy. "You think?"

"I don't know, Harry, I really don't," Hermione attempted to relieve his thoughts. "All I'm saying is that she's not going back to the dorm for a reason."

Harry stopped moving; Hermione paused. "Not coming in?"

Harry shook his head. "I'm not really hungry…anymore…I'm just gonna take a walk before class. It's fine. Really," he assured her as a look of concern and uncertainty passed over her face.

Harry walked away as Ron bounded up to the doors. "Where's he going?" he nodded to Harry.

Hermione cleared her face. "He's not hungry," she stated nonchalantly.

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Sorry it took me so long to update…well, for me it wasn't actually all the long, sometimes it's months upon months, but we've been pretty busy over here, one of my classmates died last weekend and our class has been putting a lot of stuff together to help the family, plus there was the wake, the funeral, school and work, but thankfully I'm FINALLY on Spring Break so…perhaps I'll get a couple more updates in by next week crosses fingers

Not entirely sure why I chose this chapter, perhaps I'm still just kind of emotional, but Nate, this one's for you:

R.I.P. NAW --04/07/06-- May angels lead you in buddy, and I know your doin some major kickflips off the Pearly Gates right now.

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