A/N: I like this one for some strange reason. It's longer than usual, too. And apologies for writing this one a day late - I'll post two today to make up for it. You see, it's this interesting disease called procrastination…

Prompt #21: 7/29/17

588 words, according to Google docs.

Splashes of blood stained the otherwise pristine walls of the master bedroom in Malfoy Manor; the bed sheets were ripped, a few chairs overturned, and an overwhelming stench of pain, sex, and death prevailed in the hooded room.

"Hello, Ginerva." The dark, silky voice wrapped around Ginny's mind, seeming to pull her further into the room.

"Draco." Her voice was soft - resigned.

"Miss me?" She snorted.

"Hardly." Turning, she began to straighten a misplaced chair.

"Don't." She could hear the contemptuous sneer in his voice. "The house elves will take care of it."

"I don't mind," she said steadily, not turning away from the chair. A softly muttered spell shot out from behind her and she resisted the urge to flinch, instead casting a soft protego behind her to ward it off. Her shield had worked, so she knew her husband had let it. For now.

"Ginerva, darling." His voice carried a hint of warning.

"Yes, Draco?"

"Let go of that chair." Shivers tingled down her spine as his chilling tone. She turned around to face him, but didn't let go of the chair.

"No, Draco," she said, her voice steely. "I will clean up this mess, and I will not let the house elves take care of it." She knew what his mood was like when he cheated on her, and that he might let small acts of rebellion slip by, too. She turned back to the chair, fixed it, and stepped towards the next one.

"Very well, love," he drawled. She heard him retreat a few steps - That was strange. He didn't usually back down so quickly. What happened today? - and forced herself not to look back at her husband. Trailing her fingers across the soft velvet of a chair arm, she took a steadying breath - but it caught in her throat as she heard a high-pitched giggle behind her. Stamping down the impulse to whirl around and see whatever her husband was doing, she turned slowly.

The girl her husband had brought home this time was blond, leggy, voluptuous, and aristocratic - everything Ginny was not.

"Draco!" the girly voice continued, a tiny titter interrupting her speech like a hiccup. "What's the maid doing in our bedroom?"

Maid?

"She's simply…cleaning, darling." Draco pressed a light kiss to the side of the woman's jaw, earning a throaty moan. "You know how moody I was before you came."

Cleaning?

"Well?" the bint demanded, pouting prettily. "Tell her to go away so we can engage in more -" she paused - "pleasurable activities." Turning her back on the irate redhead, she slowly ran her tongue along Draco's neck - she was nearly as tall as Draco was, Ginny noticed - and reached his lips, kissing him deeply.

Ginny let out a shudder of disgust and fury - her husband had never tried anything like this before. She knew he had cheated on her in the past - she assumed it was simply a tradition followed by every Malfoy heir - but this?

Draco raised his hooded grey eyes and they met Ginny's - dark, lustful, and glinting in their own vengeful, demented way.

He was too cruel.

Ginny slowly let go of the chair - she'd gouged five furrows in the dark green fabric without realizing it - and stepped away.

"I'll be in the library, darling," she said, her voice unwavering despite the roiling emotions inside her.

"I don't care, darling," her husband returned coolly, kissing another spot along the other woman's throat. "I have better things to do than to join you."

He was just too cruel.