Okay wow this one is really long but it was really difficult for me to write.

There is some violence in this chapter in case anyone doesn't want to read about rape...

sorry for the spoiler but I don't want anyone to get mad

as always i could not make up the stuff JK Rowling does and she would not want to make up mine

Ginny, after being humiliated like she was back at Hogwarts, decided to owl Eddie in a moment of confidence back in her room.

Eddie-

I really enjoyed our time out and I was wondering if you knew of any other places that serve dinner that I might enjoy?

Let me know,

Ginny

She thought it was cute and clever enough to send out with Daly, who shot his mistress an annoyed look before accepting the letter.

"You can keep your opinions to yourself, thank you very much," Ginny said snippily as she watched her owl take off into the night sky.

Sighing, the girl turned back around and flopped on her bed, face down. Groaning, Ginny remembered the feeling of a certain git's lips against hers and she frowned, wondering why on earth he would have done such a thing.

Then she wondered what he was doing. Shaking her head to clear it of that thought, Ginny rolled over, tangling herself in the sheets and waited for Eddie's answer to return with Daly.

A small part of her mind told her she only wrote that letter to distract herself from Draco and to show him that she could handle a relationship on her own without any of his interference.

Or to make him jealous...?

Ginny shook her head again. No. Absolutely not. Anything but that.

Fortunately, Ginny's thoughts were interrupted by Daly, bringing a surprisingly fast response.

The girl beamed as she read that he would meet her in the lobby the next night.

See? She told herself. This was all worth it.

Eddie Rikka had been on patrol duty when that annoying, stupid, bird had found him.

What was its name again? Eddie thought. It didn't matter. The owl had wanted to stay as far away from the man as possible without hindering his letter-carrying duties. Eddie was surprised that the animal achieved his goal quite well.

The man's eyebrows shot up as he read Ginny's note, he thought he would have had to make the next move but she surprised him.

Hastily scrawling a reply on the back of her note, Eddie sent the mail off with the owl and he sighed in satisfaction.

Well this is coming along nicely. Eddie smirked, and looked around, consciousness drifting back to notice where he was.

Doesn't Malfoy live here…? Eddie's smirk widened. He was bored and as he set off in the direction of a certain shack, he knew his night was about to get a little more fun.

Draco was trying not to vomit when he heard a knock at the door. He hoped it was someone coming to kill him before his hangover did.

"What?" he yelled, wrenching open the door. "The fuck." Draco finished when he saw who was standing in the frame.

"Hello, Malfoy." Eddie drawled, looking at his cuticles. "Guess what?" the healer pushed his way into the crumbling structure.

Draco glared at the man invading his space. "You've found the perfect rock to crawl under?"

Eddie winced, mocking. "No, I'm going to sleep with her tomorrow."

There was a silence for a moment as Draco's foggy mind churned to make the connection.

"Gin-the Weasley girl?" Draco corrected himself mid sentence. When had he ever called her Ginny.

Ginny. The name rolled over in his mind. He liked the way it rolled. Focus you idiot, Draco snapped back to attention.

"Yes, the one you were so adamant about protecting the other night. Do you feel the same way now?" Eddie was inspecting his fingers again, the picture of innocence.

Draco shrugged, trying to play indifferent so he could figure out what Eddie's true motive was. "I was drunk the other night."

"And what about now?" Eddie looked dubiously at the empty bottles with a raised eyebrow.

"Now I'm just…peachy." Draco growled.

"Glad to hear it. Anyway, Ginny owled me requesting that I take her out again. It was sweet, how she begged…"

Draco struggled to remain calm; rising to this man's taunts would only worsen the situation. Besides, Draco was a hardened Death Eater, and as such his control had to be impeccable, right? He turned his back to Eddie. Right. But that didn't explain why his hands were shaking.

"So…" Eddie ventured, pushing his luck. "I have your blessing? I can stick that bitch like she's so desperate for-"

"Get out," Draco hissed in a low, dangerous voice.

Eddie's eyes widened a little. This side of his fellow Death Eater had never been revealed to the healer and it gave the man the shivers. Now here was the Malfoy of the legends. And Eddie knew what that man could do to another with out hesitation.

"Fine, suit yourself." Eddie said, trying to sound like he still had the upper hand, but the native man was shaken. But, as he walked quickly away from the house, Eddie realized he wasn't too scared to keep his word to Ginny.

At least not yet.

Draco was still hunched over himself, hands in fists, but he was breathing calmly, in a steady rhythm, thoughts whirring quickly.

He knew Eddie was going to try something on Ginny tomorrow evening and she probably would suspect nothing.

And Ginny didn't suspect Eddie of being a Death Eater himself, so she definitely had no idea what she was dealing with.

And, Draco thought, fury darkening his whirring mind, I can't say anything about that with this stupid spell on me.

Testing his body for what curse was upon him, Draco came up empty handed. Whatever the Ministry officials had done to him, it was unknown to him, and very powerful.

Frustrated, Draco began to formulate a plan that would prove to Ginny that Eddie was a Death Eater and maybe also save her from his sexual schemes.

The next evening was filled with stars and the promise of romance for Ginny. Stalling in getting ready for her date, Ginny was persuaded by the beautiful darkening sky to watch the sun set and the stars come out for a few moments.

Lingering on the balcony in just her underwear and bra, Ginny felt daring and sexy. Confident that no one could see her, she had decided to watch the blood orange sun play with the ocean on its path down to sleep.

Biting her lip lightly with a smile, Ginny found herself inclined towards the romantic at the moment and chided herself without much force behind the scolds.

Ginny had convinced herself by this point that she really liked Eddie and that she was looking forward to this dinner and what potentially lay beyond.

She had experienced many one night stands before, and while not upset by them, she was never completely satisfied.

Although, I'm never satisfied with a relationship either, she thought with a sigh, and turned to fling another dress over her head. She hardly noticed the way the ocean blue color of the garment complimented her very well as she rushed down the stairs.

Feeling like a foolish school girl, Ginny mentally clamed herself. Stop it, she told herself. He doesn't wasn't a giddy idiot on his hands.

She smiled as she descended the stairs, spying Eddie and smiling at him. As the handsome man extended his arm to her and she took it, Ginny's smile widened.

This was going to be a good night. She decided.

"And then my mum and brothers were yelling and everyone was upset. Ugh. But it was kind of funny to see their faces." Ginny chuckled with Eddie as she told him her story of becoming a photographer.

"I can imagine how that would still be hard on you though," Eddie crooned, easily playing the part of the concerned third party.

Ginny shrugged it off, used to being tough. "Whatever…" She trailed off, remembering. Then, she said with a smile; "You should have seen Harry's face, though. Jeeze that was something I won't forget." Ginny giggled again.

She didn't notice as Eddie stiffened, and leaned in closer.

"Who?" He asked innocently.

"Oh," said Ginny, used to the reaction to her famous friend. "Harry Potter." She smiled, a bit smugly, as Eddie's eyes widened.

"You know Harry Potter?" Eddie breathed, when he really wanted to vomit.

"Yeah…" Ginny said with an indifferent shrug. "We are actually supposed to be getting married. Or at least," she added quickly, noticing Eddie's typical man-who's-been-scorned reaction. "That's what my mom wants. I don't want it at all. I mean, I thought I did, but now…" Ginny toyed with the table cloth, distracted.

Eddie reached over and stilled her hand. "That must be awful."

Ginny looked up in to his eyes, squinting a bit. Why did Eddie have to sound so feminine?

Noticing her doubting look, Eddie hurriedly placed some mirth in his gaze, and they both collapsed into laughter, breaking the seriousness of the conversation.

"I mean," Ginny continued after they had gained control of themselves again. "I thought it was a good idea when I was still in school, but now, here on this island, I have completely forgotten about him."

"Good," said Eddie, huskily.

Ginny noticed that her hand was still in his, and he was gently playing with her fingers, flirting with her body.

She blushed and cleared her throat, but she didn't move her hand away. "Um…so Eddie, how do you…uh…"

Eddie silenced her meaningless question with a kiss; he had stood up and had bent forward over the table, ignoring the looks of the other diners.

"Oh!" Ginny gasped, surrendering to his mouth.

As abruptly as he had initiated the kiss, Eddie disentangled himself from Ginny and sat back down. Ginny noticed, with some satisfaction, that Eddie was flushed as well.

"Listen, Ginny…" She liked how his voice sounded, thick with desire. "You want to get out of here, maybe go back to my place; I can show you around…?"

Ginny nodded, smiling flirtatiously. "Let's go."

Heart beating wildly, Ginny allowed herself to be dragged to Eddie's apartment in the middle of town. They had practically run there, to prevent their first wave of desire from going out and Ginny was nervous at how fast it was going.

Eddie's place was small, but tidy, and had the look of a busy healer to it; none too lived in.

"It doesn't look like you're ever here," Ginny observed as Eddie threw off his coat.

Perhaps sensing her nerves, Eddie invited her to the kitchen for another drink which Ginny gratefully accepted.

Sipping the firewhisky slowly, she had never liked the stuff, she allowed Eddie to lead her to a chair in the sitting area. She placed the glass down on a coffee table.

"I find that I am rarely home, but when I am, this place suits me quite well." He was back in the kitchen, pouring himself a glass a well.

Ginny stood up and ambled around the space, peering at the art on the walls and the photos on the mantle. She located the same photograph on Eddie's mantle as was in the Ministry outpost and she gave a half smile of remembrance before moving onto a native-looking mask that hung on the wall near a hallway leading into darkness.

"I found that mask when I was visiting the mainland when I was sixteen." Ginny jumped at the sound of his voice so close to her ear. "I was exploring one of the jungles when I nearly stepped on it. Think of what a pity that would have been if I had broken it."

She shivered with pleasure when he reached out and dragged a bunch of her hair out of the way of her neck before bending down to kiss the milky whiteness.

"Eddie…" Ginny sighed, dropping her head away from his to allow more neck for him to kiss.

He nibbled on her neck for a few moments more, then, with a hungry growl, Eddie turned Ginny around and found her mouth. Roughly forcing his lips onto hers, Eddie pushed the girl up against the wall.

Ginny gasped, this time not out of pleasure. "Eddie," she said, more sternly. "What was that?"

"Nothing you won't like later," the man replied, the sound muffled as he was at her neck again.

Ginny had to admit, this did feel good, but this wasn't how she imagined Eddie would be like and she found herself not as turned on as she needed to be to allow the next logical step to go through.

Suddenly, Eddie led her down the darkened hallway to his bedroom, and after shoving Ginny on his bed, he proceeded to remove his shirt.

Ginny was thinking now, but she was still pretending to be attracted to the shirtless man now fully on top of her.

I don't want this, she decided. This feels all wrong.

But Ginny was saved at having to make something up when she noticed something on Eddie's forearm.

"Is that the Dark Mark?" Ginny asked, glad for an interruption.

Eddie sat up and looked at his arm like he was seeing it for the first time. "Oh, yea. Yes it is. You see, I only pretended to be one so I could get inside information for our side…"

Ginny listened politely to his well-rehearsed story, which he had apparently told very often, and remembered what Draco had tried to tell her.

"Look, Eddie, this has been great and all, and thanks for the meals and the drink, but I really think I should be going." She made to get up but Eddie pushed her on the shoulder, forcing her down.

"You don't believe me," Eddie said softly, his face hidden in shadow. "You're stupid little traitor friend told you didn't he?"

Ginny was cursing herself for leaving her wand in the sitting room. "No, he tried but you just confirmed my suspicions." She struggled to get up again, but this time, Eddie straddled her, pinning her underneath.

"I don't think I'm ready for you to go, just yet, Ginny." Eddie said, raking his hands across her chest, flicking at her nipples painfully.

Ginny squirmed. "Why are you doing this?" She asked, trying to stall for time.

"Because I want to." Eddie paused, thinking. "And because he doesn't want me to. This is all very much just a game to me." He laughed and leaned down to place sloppy kisses all over Ginny's face as she tried to avoid them.

Annoyed, Eddie slapped her, hard. The blow had enough force to get the girl to stop wiggling out of shock.

"That's better," crooned Eddie. He stroked her hair as Ginny lay frozen underneath him. "You like that don't you?" He hit her again. "Yes, I think you do my little firefly." Eddie threw back his head and laughed before smacking Ginny again, always on her face.

"Let's give that pale skin of yours some color shall we?" Eddie whacked the girl again.

This had never happened to Ginny before and she didn't know how to deal with it. Retreating deep into her mind, searching for help, Ginny stayed frozen, accepting the punishment being inflicted on her from above.

"This is boring," complained Eddie, hands now caressing her hips, and moving down to her crotch. "Now this is what I really want."

Forcing her legs apart, Eddie unbuckled his pants at the same time, revealing his swollen manhood. But Ginny wasn't really looking at anything. Her eyes had glazed over while she waited for the part of her brain that knew what to do to take over.

"Come on, girl, don't be shy, you wanted this." Eddie lowered himself between Ginny's legs and thrust quickly into her.

At that motion, Ginny's mind screamed. She echoed the sound in her head out loud and thrashed suddenly, hips bucking wildly with enough force to throw him off.

Unbalanced and surprised, Eddie gripped onto Ginny's arms tightly to stop her from throwing him off completely.

"You bitch," he yelled, spitting into her face. "You fucking little whore, stop it!"

But Ginny was moving as fiercely as she could, limbs flopping everywhere, nails searching for flesh to claw, all the while her screams piercing the island night.

"Impedimenta!" A loud voice yelled from the door that had just burst open. Eddie went flying into the corner, landing powerless in a heap. As he struggled to rise, the figure in the doorway stepped forward again and raised his wand, pointing it at Eddie.

"Incarcerous!" Ginny watched as ropes sprang out of nowhere to bind her attacker. She scrambled out of Eddie's bed and tripped over to Draco Malfoy, who was panting in the doorway.

"Malfoy!" Ginny shrieked, the only thing she could think to say.

"Thanks for noticing, Weasley." But he wasn't looking at her. His gaze was focused entirely on Eddie. "Get out of here," he growled, advancing on the bound man.

Ginny fled to the sitting room where she scooped up her wand and downed the left over drink and ran out of the apartment.

Hesitating on the street below, Ginny looked up at the window, expecting at any moment to see a flash of green light. Instead she waited, looking hopefully up, wanting, needing to see that green flash…but it never came.

Instead, Ginny saw red light and a few moments later, Draco emerged from the apartment looking haggard.

He saw her clinging to the lamppost across the street and he walked over.

"Are you alright?"

Ginny looked up at him with staring eyes.

"I know it's a stupid question, but I have to know." Draco ran a hand through his hair, the only human mannerism Ginny had seen for a while, one that brought her quickly and completely back into the present.

Her knees buckled but when Draco reached out to catch her, she leapt away from his touch.

"Don't." Ginny whispered. "Please."

"I'm sorry," Draco said, awkwardly.

They stood there for a moment, the tall blonde with his shoulders slumped, the red-head holding onto the lamppost for dear life.

"Can I at least walk you back to the hotel?" Draco offered, wanting to be of some use.

Ginny nodded, warily.

They began walking together, staccato like at first, but eventually their moments and footfall fell into pace with the other.

The rhythm calmed Ginny a bit and she concentrated on it, not wanting to think about anything until the morning.

She didn't noticed the side long glances she was receiving from Draco, who was carefully standing at such a distance where he could not touch her but that he could move fast enough to catch her if she fainted.

Their silence was only awkward for Draco, Ginny hardly noticed he was there. As a man, Draco had no idea what he could do for her, or really any woman in her situation and he felt as out of place and useless as he had in Malfoy Manor.

Grateful that they reached the hotel sooner than he had thought it would take, he turned to leave Ginny at the entrance when he thought the better of it.

Besides, he thought, following Ginny into the hotel. What if she fell down the stairs?

The odd pair loitered once again outside Ginny's door while she fumbled to find her key. When she finally found it in her purse, her hands were shaking too much for her to put it in the lock and turn it successfully.

Draco stepped closer and when Ginny leapt back as he expected her to, he turned to key and opened the door. He waited until she was all the way into the center of her room with a light on before he undid the key and walked forward to place it hurriedly on the coffee table near the door.

Turning to leave he heard the sharp intake of breath of someone trying not to cry.

He looked around to find Ginny collapsed on the bed in a ball, squeezing her temples to stop the tears from flowing.

Surprised and confused he slowly walked over to her, ignoring the door shutting behind him.

"Um…is there anything I can…er…do?" Draco was at a loss.

She whispered something and he had to take a few steps closer to hear.

"Don't leave me."

Draco stiffened. He couldn't do this. Don't leave me. What kind of a request was that? Draco had an odd taste in his mouth. He had no idea what to do.

"Alright, I'll just sit over on this chair and you won't even know I'm here."

"Please," Ginny whimpered a bit louder. "Can you just…lay with me on the bed? I just want to feel that someone else is real."

Draco almost got up and walked out then and there but looking at the fetal-positioned form of Ginny on the bed got the best of him.

Fine, he consented. But just this once and only because I'm getting a clean conscious. Plus I could have prevented what she just went though…it's the least I can do.

Draco stiffly walked around to the other side of the bed and cautiously lay his body on one side of the mattress.

Flat as a board on his back, Draco watched Ginny, cat-like, until he was satisfied that she was asleep.

Time to go. He made to get up, but Ginny moved in her sleep and moaned, as if sensing he was trying to leave.

He froze as he saw her hand reach out and lightly touch his. "Stay. Please." Ginny mumbled sleepily.

Draco sighed as he watched her sleeping form, feeling tired himself.

His hand was buzzing where her index finger was touching his middle knuckle. It was the tiniest point of contact but Draco's entire body felt warmed by it.

He felt his eyes drooping contentedly as he drifted off to sleep next to Ginny.

I should really stay awake, he thought lazily trying to stay alert. In case she needs anything.

He smiled faintly as her lips pursed together in a dream and as he let himself finally slip into slumber.