Chapter 2
Ginny looked around at the room she had been thrown into after being at the Malfoy Manor for a day. She began to pace back and forth again taking in her surroundings. The room differed greatly from the previous in scale, yet still appeared expensive. One question kept plaguing her mind, what could Mr. Malfoy possibly want with her? She stopped her pacing in horror when she saw a Firebolt leaning against the wall, along with a long, green, Slytherin Quiditch robe. She must be in Draco's room. Wheels slowly began to turn in her head. Wheels that she wished would stop. Lucius really didn't have a need for her. Draco however might. She had seen him looking at her in the corridors. Maybe she dindn't know much about boys, but she knew a degrading stare when she saw one, and the stares Draco gave her were most definitely degrading. She glanced at the bed, it was a four-poster adorned with blue and black hues. The wheels continued to turn, forming a horrible truth. Suddenly the door burst open, and Ginny found herself looking straight into the eyes of Draco Malfoy, over shadowed by his taller and eviler father.
"Happy early Birthday son." she heard Mr. Malfoy say, and watched as a wicked smile spread across Draco's face.
"Thank you Father." Draco said.
"Anything," Lucius replied and turned, closing the door behind him.
"Hello Ginny." Draco drawled walking towards her. She backed up in response.
"Wh-What do you want Malfoy?" she questioned.
"As if you don't know."
"Not even you're that evil," she shakily replied, even she didn't believe it, but still hoped that Draco would somehow feel sorry for her. However, he only laughed maliciously.
"Yes Weasley, I am." He said and grabbed her wrist to throw her against a wall. "You know I'm that evil, and you know what I want. Now stop saying nonsense and let's have some fun, eh?" His hands were now on her chest, feeling her through her robes.
"Never!" she said and began to struggle hard against his grip. It was pointless though; he was so much stronger than her.
"Just give up," he was whispering into her ear now, his fingers undoing the clasp on her robes.
"No." she said, but he just chuckled.
"I will have you Ginny Weasley." He pushed her onto the bed, laying his weight on top of her, "because you see Ginny, I want you, and Malfoys always get what they want."
"You bastard," she whispered.
"Maybe so, but Weasley, do you really think you should be insulting me? You're position is bad enough as it is," he chuckled to himself saying, "no pun intended."
Ginny ignored this last comment she wasn't going to let Draco just take her. She hated that he had all the cards.
"I won't be thinking of you Draco... I'll... I'll be thinking of Harry the whole time." This diverted attention just enough for Ginny to squirm away and make a break for the door.
'Bitch!' he thought and managed to scramble again out of the bed and pin her frail body against the wall right next to the door, which he remembered, he had forgotten to lock. He pushed all his weight into her trying to stop her squirming form. A whimper of both fear and pain escaped her lips. He began to pull at her robes slim cold fingers undoing button after button and his mouth was suckling her neck, Leaving only to mutter the occasional threat into her ear.
"You know Ginny," he breathed nibbling her ear, "if there's one thing I love, it's a challenge. It seems that making you forget Potter would be a tough one, but what a fun victory it would be. I'll make you despise Potter and want me."
"Never!" she said yet again, "I will never ever want you, nor will I forget about Harry." He Laughed.
"Childish crush Weasley, and you know it." Ginny didn't reply, just attempted to turn her head so Draco couldn't see how his words hit home. By now though, fear was coursing through her every vein. Draco's fingers had begun to feel all the sensitive spots on her body. She decided to follow through on her threat seeing there was no way out. She closed her eyes and began to enjoy Malfoy's fingers against her picturing Harry's instead. She even let out a little moan. A slap went across her face with a great deal of force and she cried out in pain.
"I told you I will make you forget about Potter, and that's what I intend to do." He was no longer whispering into her ear, but had her chin in his hand and was speaking quite harshly to her. "Now I will not have you pretending me to be Potter and if my instructions are not followed and I so much as think one single neuron in the that pathetic Weasley brain of yours is thinking of Potter," he paused and using his leg, pushed hers apart, "I can do far worse than take you Ginny." she looked at him fear in her eyes. "Now is that quite understood?" She didn't say anything, this, she realized was not a game. Lawfully of not, Malfoy could do what he wanted with her. Again he slapped her. "I SAID IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?"
"Y-yes, I understand." he dropped his harsh demeanor and moved to begin whispering huskily into her ear. " Good," he said, "You belong to be now Ginny. You are my seventeenth birthday present, and you'll be mine tonight. Although, I have yet to decide weather or not I will break that spirit in you for good, or allow that fire in you to live." He stepped back for a moment and surveyed her, and a little smile crept onto his face seeing the tears welling up in her eyes. "Well, I've broken you tonight" With the last phrase he pulled off her robes, so she was standing in just her undergarments.
"No no" She whimpered but didn't dare try to squirm from his grip.
"Oh yes," he said and forced her back against the bed. Ginny was powerless under him.
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I wasn't planning on replying to review but Caroline asked if it was going to be a lemon of a fluff, I'm aiming for somewhere in between, but sometimes things just write themselves.
Ginny looked around at the room she had been thrown into after being at the Malfoy Manor for a day. She began to pace back and forth again taking in her surroundings. The room differed greatly from the previous in scale, yet still appeared expensive. One question kept plaguing her mind, what could Mr. Malfoy possibly want with her? She stopped her pacing in horror when she saw a Firebolt leaning against the wall, along with a long, green, Slytherin Quiditch robe. She must be in Draco's room. Wheels slowly began to turn in her head. Wheels that she wished would stop. Lucius really didn't have a need for her. Draco however might. She had seen him looking at her in the corridors. Maybe she dindn't know much about boys, but she knew a degrading stare when she saw one, and the stares Draco gave her were most definitely degrading. She glanced at the bed, it was a four-poster adorned with blue and black hues. The wheels continued to turn, forming a horrible truth. Suddenly the door burst open, and Ginny found herself looking straight into the eyes of Draco Malfoy, over shadowed by his taller and eviler father.
"Happy early Birthday son." she heard Mr. Malfoy say, and watched as a wicked smile spread across Draco's face.
"Thank you Father." Draco said.
"Anything," Lucius replied and turned, closing the door behind him.
"Hello Ginny." Draco drawled walking towards her. She backed up in response.
"Wh-What do you want Malfoy?" she questioned.
"As if you don't know."
"Not even you're that evil," she shakily replied, even she didn't believe it, but still hoped that Draco would somehow feel sorry for her. However, he only laughed maliciously.
"Yes Weasley, I am." He said and grabbed her wrist to throw her against a wall. "You know I'm that evil, and you know what I want. Now stop saying nonsense and let's have some fun, eh?" His hands were now on her chest, feeling her through her robes.
"Never!" she said and began to struggle hard against his grip. It was pointless though; he was so much stronger than her.
"Just give up," he was whispering into her ear now, his fingers undoing the clasp on her robes.
"No." she said, but he just chuckled.
"I will have you Ginny Weasley." He pushed her onto the bed, laying his weight on top of her, "because you see Ginny, I want you, and Malfoys always get what they want."
"You bastard," she whispered.
"Maybe so, but Weasley, do you really think you should be insulting me? You're position is bad enough as it is," he chuckled to himself saying, "no pun intended."
Ginny ignored this last comment she wasn't going to let Draco just take her. She hated that he had all the cards.
"I won't be thinking of you Draco... I'll... I'll be thinking of Harry the whole time." This diverted attention just enough for Ginny to squirm away and make a break for the door.
'Bitch!' he thought and managed to scramble again out of the bed and pin her frail body against the wall right next to the door, which he remembered, he had forgotten to lock. He pushed all his weight into her trying to stop her squirming form. A whimper of both fear and pain escaped her lips. He began to pull at her robes slim cold fingers undoing button after button and his mouth was suckling her neck, Leaving only to mutter the occasional threat into her ear.
"You know Ginny," he breathed nibbling her ear, "if there's one thing I love, it's a challenge. It seems that making you forget Potter would be a tough one, but what a fun victory it would be. I'll make you despise Potter and want me."
"Never!" she said yet again, "I will never ever want you, nor will I forget about Harry." He Laughed.
"Childish crush Weasley, and you know it." Ginny didn't reply, just attempted to turn her head so Draco couldn't see how his words hit home. By now though, fear was coursing through her every vein. Draco's fingers had begun to feel all the sensitive spots on her body. She decided to follow through on her threat seeing there was no way out. She closed her eyes and began to enjoy Malfoy's fingers against her picturing Harry's instead. She even let out a little moan. A slap went across her face with a great deal of force and she cried out in pain.
"I told you I will make you forget about Potter, and that's what I intend to do." He was no longer whispering into her ear, but had her chin in his hand and was speaking quite harshly to her. "Now I will not have you pretending me to be Potter and if my instructions are not followed and I so much as think one single neuron in the that pathetic Weasley brain of yours is thinking of Potter," he paused and using his leg, pushed hers apart, "I can do far worse than take you Ginny." she looked at him fear in her eyes. "Now is that quite understood?" She didn't say anything, this, she realized was not a game. Lawfully of not, Malfoy could do what he wanted with her. Again he slapped her. "I SAID IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?"
"Y-yes, I understand." he dropped his harsh demeanor and moved to begin whispering huskily into her ear. " Good," he said, "You belong to be now Ginny. You are my seventeenth birthday present, and you'll be mine tonight. Although, I have yet to decide weather or not I will break that spirit in you for good, or allow that fire in you to live." He stepped back for a moment and surveyed her, and a little smile crept onto his face seeing the tears welling up in her eyes. "Well, I've broken you tonight" With the last phrase he pulled off her robes, so she was standing in just her undergarments.
"No no" She whimpered but didn't dare try to squirm from his grip.
"Oh yes," he said and forced her back against the bed. Ginny was powerless under him.
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I wasn't planning on replying to review but Caroline asked if it was going to be a lemon of a fluff, I'm aiming for somewhere in between, but sometimes things just write themselves.