Chapter Eleven: The Plan
Ginny's eyes flattered open to see that she was laying on her bed and to a smell of something fowl. The aroma was coming from a small bottle that Malfoy kept showing under her nose.
"Yuck, what the Hell is this?" she groaned, turning away from the bottle.
"You have fainted. I don't usually get to deal with fainted women; the ones I deal with are strong enough not to get themselves in such a condition, not in front of me anyway. That's why I don't have any comfortable devise to bring you back to this holly world." His every world drowned in irritation and sarcasm.
"Well, sorry, if I am so weak to loose my mind when this scum, and don't even try to correct me, shows up in the body of Harry Potter, my friend, my boyfriend, my love!"
"So what's the fuss about?! If you loved Potter then it will be easier for you to be impregnated by him. You are a lot luckier than girls who hated Potter's guts!"
"Harry is bloody dead!!! That body is just a shell for the Dark Lord; it is all can be seen in his eyes. To me it is a defilement of Harry's body and the memory of his good deeds and not a way to lessen my suffering. The fact only worsens them."
"Then how did it happen that you'd never slept with Potter?"
Ginny blushed slightly. "What do you mean?"
"Now she asks me what I mean! If he was the love of your life as you put it, boyfriend etc. etc., then why are you still a virgin?"
Ginny blushed even more. "Well, Harry and I didn't have a normal relationship due to the War and other matters. He even dumped me in my fifth year, thinking it will be safer for me this way. But after a while he came back to me, because he needed somebody to be his companion, his friend. Hermione and Ron were growing closer and closer with every day, so I was his only option. So I stayed with him during all this mess, encouraged him, helped him with nightmares, well, you know."
"But you haven't answered my question."
"Okay, we were there. We felt it was right to do it. We were on the bed, half naked already and then… I don't even remember exactly what happened. Either Tonks reported another attack or something equally important. Either way Harry told me we would do it next time. The next week he died," Ginny finished with a sob.
'What can be more important then the first time with a person you love?' Malfoy thought bemused. "Sometimes you gryffindors are too brave and noble for your own good."
"You can say so," she replied, staring down at her robes.
"For someone who is so disgusted with the whole ordeal you take your fate pretty solemnly."
"And what can I do to prevent it? Scream and fight so hard that he will kill me just to shut me up?"
"Well, it is a way. You know, gryffindors are very good Death Eaters…"
"Huh?"
"The majority of the gryffindors were strongly opposing the reign of the Dark Lord. Being converted into Death Eaters was their last resort to survive. And they do everything to survive and not to get too tainted in the process. Are you following me?"
"Of course not, Malfoy. Stop talking in riddles and actually say it. It sounds like you are proposing to me to use the Codex of Survival."
"Then you've solved the riddle yourself," he replied with a small smile.
"You mean to fight the Dark Lord? To oppose him?" she asked unbelieving.
"You've been doing it your whole life, it isn't new to you."
"To you as well."
"And with that you wanted to say…"
"You are not denying it either."
"So it is my business, isn't it?"
Ginny bit her lower lip. She knew he was right. She had to do at least something to weasel out of this. But could she do it alone? She certainly couldn't escape, because she was bound to the bedroom. Different variants went through her mind, but all seemed powerless to prevent her caring the child of Voldemort.
"Can you help me?" she asked giving him a helpless look which wasn't an act in the slightest.
"We need a plan, Ginny. Why such surprised look? Thought it will be done in a flip of a wand?"
"You called me Ginny," she uttered still quite astonished.
"Mortals are usually at the first name basis. It is safer. And it seems appropriate since we are going to be partners in crime," Malfoy finished with his trademark smirk.
"So you are going to help me?"
"I probably will."
"Why?"
Why? He asked it himself. Why did he want to save her from her purpose, from Voldemort or more specifically from Voldemort's bed? He didn't want her for himself, right?
"Hmmm, let's say that it'd become a problem of man's ego."
"Well, if you put it this way… It doesn't really matter to me as long as you keep your promise." Ginny didn't believe he hadn't any ulterior motive, but even if he had it couldn't be worse than what awaited her. Even death was a better outcome.
While she thought about Malfoy's motives, he started to walk back and forth with an expression of being deep in thought. After a few minutes he stopped. "You must be spoiled."
"What?"
"The Dark Lord treasures you virginity so it must be taken away. Then he may reject you as a potential mother of his heir. But how to do it?" He returned to pacing.
"Why can't you do it?"
Malfoy stopped mid step. "Why should I?"
"Well, you are a man. And you are right here." There was no personal interest in her reply just pure rationality, at least Draco didn't hear otherwise.
"I don't even wish to attempt. I will be dead even before I take my pants off. Dead literally."
"So what do you propose?"
"I'll tell you about it after dinner."
"You do understand that we'd just spent two hours, sitting and talking about my problems instead of growing over the reports you are so fond of."
"If you are so anxious you can work over time today. During all night if you like. I, on the other hand, must think and sleep."
"But we haven't even opened the office today! The guys must've been standing the whole morning there!"
Draco shook his head. "You'll never change. The Mark can be also used as a key. So they should be working right now or else."
"You'll never change also. So we are even."
They ate in silence. Ginny noticed that Draco absentmindedly put food into his mouth, all his energy seemed to be destined on turning wheels in his head.
From time to time Ginny throw sideway glances at the main table where the Dark Lord sat, surrounded by numerous exotic dishes which never were on the menu of average Death Eaters. Yes, he looked exactly like matured Harry could have looked in his thirties, then why she resisted him so hard? It could make everything easier for her. Well, it must be better then an absolutely unfamiliar man. In the very beginning she thought the same about Draco. But, strangely, this time it didn't help. She knew he wasn't Harry, he was him only on the outside. Ginny couldn't make herself overstep the barrier out of her ethical principles; at least she thought that was the reason.
Yes, she said she would better die than share one bed with Voldemort. Still her survival instincts haven't died out yet. She was still young and anxious to have a live. Maybe she'll get out of it with Draco's help but what is the alternative? Obey or die. If she doesn't become Voldemort's whore and stay alive what will she do? Ginny didn't even want think about it.
Draco and Ginny, to her utter surprise, returned to their bedroom after dinner.
"Won't we visit the office at all today?" Ginny voice her bewilderment.
"Want to see Richard so much?" Draco sneered back.
"No, I am just used to be there all the time."
"The work will be done. Nothing important is happening now anyway. Sit down. I've thought about the possible solution to your problem." Ginny got comfortable in her armchair. "It is drastic and complicated to bring to life, but I don't have any other ideas."
"What is it?" Ginny whispered, taken aback by the seriousness of his tone.
"You must be raped."
Ginny involuntarily shivered at the word. "Why exactly raped?" She tried to sound neutral and collected, but shaking hands were a dead give away to her scared state.
"Because this way your virginity will be taken and not given. You can't be blamed for that."
"So why is it complicated then? I'll just walk in the dark corridor alone and be attacked like the last time."
"You must've heard nothing of what the Dark Lord had said in the Main Hall, didn't you?"
"Actually no, I didn't."
"Well, briefly he announced a no-sex period, beginning from yesterday. No man can shag or even touch any woman mentioned in that damn list. It especially concerns their fiancées."
"And what the Hell was the last comment about?! He forbids women to sleep with their own men?!"
"So the fatherhood of the child wouldn't be questioned. I am certain it will be checked anyway. And I don't even won't to guess what will happen to that couple and their child."
"They will be killed?"
"Or worse."
"What can be worse?"
"I don't know how far he will go with this project. Maybe he will kill the baby right away."
"You men all this mess is that goddamn breeding project?!"
"It actually is."
"Merlin, why did I leave the house that damn day?"
"I bet, you'd have been brought here either way. You are a pureblooded witch. So it was just a matter of time."
"You know, maybe I'll just kill him in his own bed!" Ginny hissed with devilish sparks in her eyes. "Every woman will be grateful. I'll stab the dagger right into his rotten heart." She clenched her fists vividly imagining the scene.
Draco spoiled everything by saying, "It will be really hard to hide a dagger when you are naked."
That snapped Ginny from her maniac smiling state. "Damn. I haven't thought of that. But there must be a way! Poison him or something."
"Your methods are even more drastic than mine, Ginny. But if you are sure it will get you off the hook, then…"
"You won't even object to my planning the assassination of your Lord?"
"Well, the whole idea is quite original and unexpected. There are only two major flows in it: firstly, you'll be killed the moment you are discovered – right in the room in any other part of the castle, because you don't know how to leave it; and secondly, you don't even imagine what chaos will ensure after such sudden death. The struggle for the leadership will begin in an instant and can continue for generations. But the idea itself is quite interesting, can be used in an appropriate time."
"I can't believe you," Ginny uttered shocked by his words. "How can you discuss so calmly the murder of the Lord you serve? I understand you are not a fanatic or something, but are you even a bit loyal?"
"Ginny, Ginny, Ginny, how pure you still are. I can bet my life on the fact that at least half of this castle has the same believes as I am. The generation of loyal followers is dead long ago. Everybody now think only about their own interests. Hundreds of people here and outside want to kill Voldemort, with bare hands if necessary, but they can't, because the only person who could do it is dead. And there is just no way out of this.
I can almost picture Pansy, ripping bed sheets to shreds, crying and cursing her pureblooded inheritance; and Blaise, sitting on the sofa tightly holding the armrests not able to hug and console his wife. Dozens of couples sit in their bedrooms and think of ways to torture their Lord, but they can't do anything. Because they are just his slaves who must obey."
"Then we are more fortunate, aren't we?" Ginny asked softly with a weak smile.
"Maybe we are. But your problem is still unsolved."
"What was your plan then?"
"You are willing to try?"
"Well, we haven't discussed the details yet. We can work something out."
Draco inhaled deeply. He was sure she wouldn't like any of it. "The main idea is that we stage your raping."
"And who will agree to do it?"
"That is totally your part of the plan. It can't be done here for sure. It must be someone without the Dark Mark. Do you have any possible candidate? Former boyfriends, friends… anybody, whom you can trust not to run and tell about your whereabouts on the first corner. This is the most important thing – total secrecy. If anybody finds out, we are both worse than dead. So you know somebody with such characteristics?"
"I, well, don't know. Neville would've done it, but he is dead. Colin – also. Who else? Brian Finchley! He was in my year in Gryffindor. We were close friends. He had a crush on me. Maybe he will agree."
"Manipulative evil witch," Draco muttered with a smirk. Then continued with a normal volume, "You must write him a letter asking him about his agreement. Everything else is up to me."
"What did you mean by 'not here'?"
"Here you are under control of the Dark Mark and the act can be prevented by the Dark Lord himself. And no one without the Dark Mark can penetrate here. So you will accompany me to my weekend trip to Italy. I know just the place."
"And why will I go there?"
"Good question. I don't know yet. I need to think."
"You seem to think a lot lately. Found your brain at last?"
"There is no time to joke around!"
"Sorry, Draco, I just wanted to lighten up the mood a bit."
"It is impossible to lighten the night."
"But the Moon and the stars do it."
A/N: Yeh, a small chapter, but quite informative I think. So what do you think about all this? It will turn even more extreme in the next chapters. All ideas and reviews are welcome as always.
