When Draco returned, he found Ginny sitting by the fireplace, her belongings stacked next to her chair. He relinquished her wand to her in mock ceremony. "Miss Weasley."
She snatched it from his hand and began to float her luggage towards the fireplace.
"You'll never be able to get through with all that rubbish," he advised.
"I'll manage," she said, though she knew she couldn't. The trunk dropped from midair, and toppled onto its side.
"Don't be belligerent. I'll help."
"Fine."
The load was much lighter for two than it had been for one, and things progressed quickly. Soon, they were standing in her living room.
"Goodbye then," she said rather quickly.
"What no 'thank you' shag?" He asked laughing.
She didn't laugh back, just looked away as tears formed in her eyes. He crossed the room and took her in his arms. She tried to wriggle away from him, but he was much stronger. She settled for refusing to look at him.
"I didn't mean just a warm body," he said truthfully. Her face whipped around to look at him, her eyes bright with unshed tears but still full of hope.
"You know as well as I that the sex between the two of us would be phenomenal." His eyes weren't looking at her with love, but with this weird dancing light behind them that looked like a cobra, right before it struck.
"I guess we'll never know," she said.
His smile was lazy as he replied. "I could force you. It wouldn't be rape. You know that."
She did. Even as she hated every word he spoke, her body trembled at his touch.
"If you ever come to me alone again, I'll take what you've been offering these past few days," he cautioned. His voice changed, became ominous and deadly. "And if you ever even think about mentioning Marigold to anyone, I'll snap your wand in two and leave you to wander the catacombs."
He bent his head down and caught her trembling lips with his own. It was a kiss of possession, of devouring rather than of love. He was branding her, but in such a way so that she could not reciprocate, could only submit. There was nothing delicate about it, none of the subtle, gentleness that Draco's kisses always seemed to end with. Yet it almost killed Ginny to think it would be the last.
He stopped abruptly, spun on his heel and walked through the fireplace.
Ginny collapsed on the loveseat and began to weep.