Chapter Seven
Breakfast was a very quiet ordeal. The eggs let off a steam as the sweet rolls glistened with butter, the mornings promises of fullness were eminently displayed before the couple. Ginny looked over to Draco, whom was chewing his bacon thoughtfully.
"What in fucks name is wrong with you?" Draco asked in a weak voice.
"I said I was sorry. All that's left to do is kill you off," She said jokingly. Draco glared at her and she immediately followed with, "Just kidding…honestly."
"No you did not you little wench," Draco softly spoke. Ginny winced and shrunk back from him, wishing that she were anywhere else.
"Then, I'm very sorry Malfoy," She said.
"Draco," He corrected her.
"I'm sorry Draco," Ginny repeated, correcting herself.
"You forgot the very," Draco softly muttered.
"I'm very sorry Draco. Are you happy yet?" Ginny mocked him, a frown on her face.
"No, you didn't say what you were sorry for. Better yet, you didn't even sound like you meant it," He said saucily with a smirk upon his features.
"Well then," Ginny said with a smirk, "I am very sorry Draco that you are a complete and utter moron that needed a violent punishment to correct your inexcusable choice of character."
"That's better," Draco said laughing.
"I thought so too."
"Although, I never said I had character," Draco said. He caught his breath slowly then looked at her, a secretive smile playing upon his lips.
"No, you have nothing in common with my beloved Harry," Ginny said teasingly.
She watched his facial expression dramatically change. At the mere mention of Harry, even in a joking manner, he became stiff and expressionless. Ginny wished she could take back what she had said, even though it was a joke, simply for Draco to be smiling at her. Moments would pass quicker, if only for his laughing voice.
His jaw tightened and his posture straightened, and although he could feel his actions, Draco did not register making them. "Yes, but Potter does not have you. He may always have your love, but I will always own his damsel in distress."
Ginny froze and gave him a look of utter resentment. The feeling of being someone's 'thing' pushed her over the edge.
"You don't own me. You never will as long as I have my soul, mind, and love. Things you will never possess," Ginny said in a quiet tone. Her voice lingered in the air, hanging over them as an ominous presence.
"You-" Draco said, only to be cut off by a knock on the door. "Go answer the door, wife."
Ginny gritted her teeth and slowly walked to the door. Her hand touched the metal door knob; slowly turning it's coolness in her hand. With an excess amount of force Ginny yanked open the door, greeted by a cold face grinning mulishly back at her.
"So glad you could open the door after such a long wait," The voice hissed at her. Ginny froze and her eyes widened.
A boney sickly white finger reached out to her and the dirty yellow ridged nail slowly made its path down from her cheek to her middle chest. Ginny shivered as horrible thoughts filtered through her head. Memories of pain consumed her mind as her body remained frozen.
"Have you taken this one as your own Malfoy?" Lord Voldemort asked.
Draco had stood and bowed, watching the scene through his eyelashes. Anger had welded up in him as he watched Voldemort touch HIS wife. His Ginny.
"Yes master. She is mine," Draco gritted out.
"Ah. What a pity. She is exquisite. To business now," Voldemort said as he lifted his wand at Ginny. "Venter parvulus!"
Ginny's shock wore away as a misty white cloud wrapped around her lower body, turning a black color as soon as it touched her body. It fell to the floor with a thump, shattering into thousand of pieces and evaporating. Ginny's eyes widened as she looked at Draco's bowed head.
"You have not fulfilled your promise Malfoy. CRUCIO!" Voldemort shouted.
Draco fell to the floor twitching uncontrollably for a few minutes. Voldemort lifted his wand and looked to Ginny. Her eyes were glued onto Draco's still body that was heaving with his every breath.
The Dark Lord took the same finger from earlier to trace the mound of her breast grinning wickedly. Ginny fought her entail revulsion and bit down on her tongue.
"If he doesn't get you pregnant within a week or so, I will take you Ginevra as my own. I do remember you my lovely dark one," He said, leaning forward to palm her breast and lick her earlobe.
Ginny could fight her revulsion no more and stepped back. She tried to glare but she could not. The feel of his sickly cold tongue tracing her lobe, licking her with his sticky rotten breath, would not leave her, even after he did.
"I'll be back," He promised.
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