A/N Dear readers, thank you so much for your amazing reviews and messages! I'm so glad you like my story, this is the first story I've written that's actually gotten somewhere,

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Maybe someday, (doubt it) but that day is not today.

As I was lying in my bed the second night at my cottage, I went over that day in my head. Boring, there is never anything to do at my cottage so I got this brilliant idea to write chapter 10!

Chapter 10; Trust is a strong word

Ginny

I stretched my arms out in front of me in bed and gave a huge yawn. What a horrible dream I had been having, good thing it was just a dream.

I rolled over and to my utter surprise felt someone sleeping next to me. I peeled open my eyes and screamed at what awaited my vision.

Draco Malfoy woke with a start, his eyes flying open and sitting up bolt right.

"What the hell are you doing in my bed?" I screamed.

He only raised an eyebrow and I glanced around the room for the first time. But I did not see my light pink walls, or my faded purple curtains, or my old wooden desk. I was not in my room at all, I was in Malfoy Manor!

I screamed again at this sudden realization and Malfoy covered his ears. "Stop that screaming would you?" he grumbled.

The previous night came flooding back to me in a start, leaving me with the uneasy feeling of light-headedness. It had not been a dream at all.

"It was real," I muttered as I glanced around the vast room, "It wasn't a dream," I suddenly remembered whom I was sharing a bed with and quickly scooted to the edge of the bed and stood up. I glanced around the room for the door, and when I spotted two large mahogany rectangles, I made a break for it.

"Weasley! No, wait!" I heard Malfoy yell as he too, ran to the doors.

I turned the brass knob and raced down the long, dimly light hallway. I hadn't in the slightest idea of where I was going, but anywhere was better than with the boy who had just kidnapped me.

I turned left and flew down several flights of marble stairs until I came to a large room, filled with Death Eaters. I stopped dead, all the blood in my body running cold as they all turned their gazes towards me, and, as if on cue, they all smiled lustfully. Lucius Malfoy stepped forward, a wicked grin playing on his angular face.

"Lost are we?" he drawled, making me shudder. He started towards me but I turned and ran in the opposite direction until I came to door, this one seemingly led outside.

I opened it and ran as fast as I could through knee-high snow, this proved not to be the smartest plan as I was wearing summer pyjamas and was barefoot. My feet quickly went numb as I tore through the frozen lands. I ran straight ahead until I came to a small clearing of trees.

I stopped and hid behind a fat tree to try and catch my breath. It was almost hard to breath in the crisp, frosty air so I slumped down against the trunk and into the deep snow. My teeth were chattering and my fingers and toes had started to turn blue. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

I heard a branch snap from behind me and whipped around out of my hiding spot to face Lucius Malfoy, yet again. He was still wearing that evil smile that gave me chills. Actually, the chills might have been from the ridged cold weather, I wasn't really sure.

"Come now, Ginevra, aren't you cold?" he mocked. Another set of footsteps alerted me to his son's arrival. "Ah, Draco, perhaps you could explain to me why dear Ginny here is out in the cold?" he asked as he looked down on his son. It didn't have the same intimidating effect it did on others because Draco was only and inch or too shorter than this evil man.

"Sorry father, it's my fault. It won't happen again." He responded coolly. I backed up against another tree and sunk back down, putting my head on my knees trying to get warm.

"Very well." With a nod to his son and an added smirk in my direction, Lucius Malfoy strode back to the looming Manor.

"What's going on?" I asked, my voice trembling from both fear and the cold morning air.

Malfoy sighed and put a hand on his forehead. "Why don't you come back inside and I can explain?"

"I'm not going anywhere until you tell me why you kidnapped me!" I shouted, I could feel my temper rising now; I made no effort to stop it.

"Weasley, don't be stupid, you're freezing!"

"I am not" I retorted, but my body disagreed as it gave a long shiver and my teeth started chattering again.

"Come on, you're going to get sick, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. I'm not wasting anymore time out here," he said calmly, though I could tell he was getting frustrated with my stubbornness.

I gave a loud 'humph.' and turned around. Without missing a beat I was picked up into the air and flung over Malfoy's shoulder as he started to trek back to the Manor, my weight seeming to be nothing to him.

"Put me down! Put me down right now!" I demanded as I punched his back. He ignored me and started to whistle. I kept punching but seeing as it got me nowhere, I gave a dramatic sigh and gave into the fact that he was not going to comply with my wishes.

He carried me in through the back doors, through the front room of smirking Death Eaters and up the marble stairs to the room I had awoken in. He sat me down on the bed and I immediately stood up and backed up against a wall.

Draco

Backed up against my dark green walls, she looked scared, and I felt that same guilty feeling creep back into my stomach. I sighed before saying, "Listen, I'm not going to hurt you,"

"Says the boy who kidnapped me from my family," she snarled back.

"Look Weasley, for some twisted reason, my father ordered me to kidnap you. It was either that or die. So, logically, I chose to do his bidding. I didn't want you getting hurt, you need to trust me or he'll figure out that I'm actually trying to help you. " I didn't tell her the real reason she was here, for fear that she'd flip out even more than I knew she was going to.

"And why should I believe anything you're telling me right now? Let alone trust you?" she questioned, raising her slim, red eyebrows.

"Well, the fact that I just saved you from my father and haven't raped you should be proof enough." I drawled casually and by the look on her face, my tone took her by surprise.

"Rape me? Why on earth would you do that?" she asked, raising her voice. Oh god, here comes the flip out.

"Oh right, er, you see," I started feeling very sheepish, "since I brought you back here without fail-"

"Kidnapped me," she corrected, earning a glare.

"-brought you back without fail" I continued, "my father, sort of, gave you to me?" I ended in a question.

For a moment there was silence, and I hoped that she might understand my situation, but no such luck appealed to me. "WHAT!" she screeched. "So let me get this straight, you kidnap me from my friends and family, throw me in a dungeon cell overnight and when I finally wake up from being unconscious, I'm told that I belong to someone? To be someone's sex slave? I am not some possession to be given away!" She shouted, "I have a family! I have friends! I have a life that you so thoughtfully stole me from! Do you have any idea how worried they probably are right now? It was my brother's birthday for crying out loud! I just-" I cut her off with a quick silencing charm, but I regretted it with the look she shot me. Just like that she had gone from meek and scared to fiery and bold.

She folded her arms and looked up defiantly. She really could be stubborn when she wanted too.

"Weasley, I know that you're upset with me but there's nothing I can do! If I help you escape my father will know it was me, and kill us both. 'Mercy' is not in my father's vocabulary." I explained, "Now, if you stop screeching like a banshee, I can explain what I plan to do. Then maybe I can get you some food or something," I shrugged.

She uncrossed her arms and stepped down from her defensive stance and I removed the silencing charm, and to my relief, her next words where calm and composed. Or as composed as a Weasley could be anyway, "Well?" she asked. "What is this miraculous plan of yours then, hm?"

"Well I was thinking maybe you could just go along with it until I can get you home safely."

"You want me to pretend to be your whore." She said bluntly.

"Well, yeah." I said as I scratched the back of my head.

"Malfoy, why am I here?" she asked. This statement took me a little by surprise, but I answered without missing a beat all the same.

"I already told you that my father-"

"Don't play stupid. I know you know. Otherwise you wouldn't have been the one to get me."

Figuring I was going to have to tell her sooner or later, I sat down on the bed and patted the space next to me. She hesitated but sat down all the same, leaving a good distance between the two of us.

I then proceeded to tell her everything I knew about my father's plans. To lure in the order so the Dark Lord could murder Scar-head.

When I finished, she just sat there, awestruck, as it seemed. And when she finally spoke, she sounded frail and weak. "Y-you won't let that happen though, will you?"

"I don't want it to happen anymore than you do. Not because I like Potter or anything, but because if he dies, there will be no one to finish Him off, leaving me prisoner in this hell of a life forever." At the look of confusion in her eyes, I started to explain how I hated my father as much as I did Voldemort.

"He is a cruel bastard with no feelings. He'd kill me if I wasn't his only heir." I told her how he beats me and my mother and tortures our prisoners for fun when he's bored. That he had given her to me because he thought I was the same, that I would want to take advantage of her in her weaker state, because it's something he would do.

I told her about my childhood, the 'Malfoys first' idea and all my father's stupid beliefs about muggles and mudbloods.

By the end she had tears in her eyes and I knew there was no turning back. She was the only person I'd ever opened up to except Blaise. "Blaise taught me that emotions were ok, and it's because of him that I didn't turn out like my father." I told her, "It's because of him that I didn't rape you last night, and it's because of him that I'm going to help you."

What she did next was what I had least expected, she leaned over and hugged me. It was awkward, I wasn't used to hugging people. But she didn't seem to notice as she wrapped her arms around my middle and sobbed. Not sure what to do, I hesitantly put my arms around her back and waited for her to stop, but that didn't seem like anytime soon.

After about ten minutes she looked up at me, "I am going to help you." She declared. "We can stop him together," she explained. "We can end this," as she looked up at me with watery brown eyes, I saw the fear fade away and be replaced by something else; hope.

A/N Sorry if Draco is a little OOC there, but this is my story and I decided that he was going to have a sentimental breakdown. So I hope you liked it! Please review and make me a happy author!