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The frigid wind blew into the compartment from the wide open window. Ginny sat there by herself on the Hogwarts' Express, feeling herself thrill as the wind sent chills through her spine. Sensing eyes on her, she self- consciously slid down the seat, making enough space so that he would be able to sit down beside her. Gracefully he lowered his wiry frame into the seat, and felt the fourteen year old beside him tremble. "What do you want Malfoy?" asked Ginny Weasley timidly. Sensing her uneasiness, he used it to his advantage. "Oh, I think you know perfectly well what I need from you little Ginny. Or do you not remember the chat you and I had last year?" When there came no response from Ginny, he slid his hand into his robe pocket and pulled out his wand, twirling it between his fingers menacingly. "Or perhaps you would like me to refresh your memory?" Seemingly unable to regain her Gryffindor courage in the face of this Slytherin, Ginny scraped up enough at least to muster a reply, yet as she spoke, the courage Gryffindors are famous for kicked in. "Bugger off, Malfoy! I never agreed to anything you offered, or perhaps you're referring to the Ginny Weasley you put under the Imperius curse last year. Well, I am not the same person Malfoy, and you better damn well take note of it if you're in any way attached to your looks." Un-perturbed, Draco continued, "Oh but you did agree to the things I said. Do you not remember that night; we were in the library after curfew. You remember what happened don't you?" At seeing Ginny's face become pale, he snickered silently to himself. I have her now. "Yes, you do know. Well, I think it would be extremely prudent of you to remember what the consequences of your actions were and will be if you don't..." Draco was cut off mid-way through sentence with a slap hard enough to give him a head injury. Ginny marched defiantly out of the compartment in silence, leaving Draco Malfoy grinning evilly. Already he was devising a new strategy in his head. Draco Malfoy always got what he wanted, and right now, what he wanted was Ginny Weasley's obedience, and he would stop at no ends to possess it.
The frigid wind blew into the compartment from the wide open window. Ginny sat there by herself on the Hogwarts' Express, feeling herself thrill as the wind sent chills through her spine. Sensing eyes on her, she self- consciously slid down the seat, making enough space so that he would be able to sit down beside her. Gracefully he lowered his wiry frame into the seat, and felt the fourteen year old beside him tremble. "What do you want Malfoy?" asked Ginny Weasley timidly. Sensing her uneasiness, he used it to his advantage. "Oh, I think you know perfectly well what I need from you little Ginny. Or do you not remember the chat you and I had last year?" When there came no response from Ginny, he slid his hand into his robe pocket and pulled out his wand, twirling it between his fingers menacingly. "Or perhaps you would like me to refresh your memory?" Seemingly unable to regain her Gryffindor courage in the face of this Slytherin, Ginny scraped up enough at least to muster a reply, yet as she spoke, the courage Gryffindors are famous for kicked in. "Bugger off, Malfoy! I never agreed to anything you offered, or perhaps you're referring to the Ginny Weasley you put under the Imperius curse last year. Well, I am not the same person Malfoy, and you better damn well take note of it if you're in any way attached to your looks." Un-perturbed, Draco continued, "Oh but you did agree to the things I said. Do you not remember that night; we were in the library after curfew. You remember what happened don't you?" At seeing Ginny's face become pale, he snickered silently to himself. I have her now. "Yes, you do know. Well, I think it would be extremely prudent of you to remember what the consequences of your actions were and will be if you don't..." Draco was cut off mid-way through sentence with a slap hard enough to give him a head injury. Ginny marched defiantly out of the compartment in silence, leaving Draco Malfoy grinning evilly. Already he was devising a new strategy in his head. Draco Malfoy always got what he wanted, and right now, what he wanted was Ginny Weasley's obedience, and he would stop at no ends to possess it.