Ginny paced back and forth. She was powerless. Every time she tried the
door her hand started to burn. It wasn't just the doorknob or her hand
either. Whenever any part of her body got within a centimeter of the door
it felt as if the door was a flaming torch. She hated this feeling of
being trapped in this room, and to be dependent on Draco of all people,
that arrogant snob, strutting around like he owned Hogwarts. The thought
of being near him let along BELONGING to him made her queasy. She sat down
at the desk and started flipping through Witch Weekly Teen. Suddenly an
article caught her eye. "Control the Relationship!" it advertised. The
article was all about how to control your boyfriend. If she tweaked the
advice just a bit she might be able to apply to Draco. 'This will either
work wonders or make me regret ever finding this.' she thought.
Two hours after Draco's monstrous fall, he was sitting across from Ginny having a dinner of steak and salad. His bruises had already been repaired by a wave of his mother's wand.
"I must say Draco, I've never seen anyone with such remarkable quiditch skills," she said her eyes dancing in pure delight.
"I'm sure your precious Potter has fallen from much higher heights."
She snorted, "Not when he was trying to show off to a girl he's kidnapped."
"I wasn't trying to show off to you," he said quickly.
"If you say so. Truthfully," she chose this time to take a casual bit of salad, "I find it a terrible shame your mother is such a wonderful healer. The world would be a much better place with one less Malfoy."
"That fall wouldn't kill me, I'm stronger than that."
"How unfortunate," she said, slightly mimicking his drawl.
"By the way, my father told me that you're father came into work without saying a word about you're disappearance."
"Malfoy, if and when you're going to lie to me, at least make it believable. I know perfectly well my father would do no such thing." Malfoy glared at her as she again casually took a bite of her salad. There was a long pause as each of them sized up their opponent, Draco trying to figure out how to control her mouth and Ginny trying to find the best way to gain more control.
"Well," Draco finally said, "you can bet Potter isn't looking for you."
"You're quite right, I'm sure he isn't. You see Harry is cut off from the Wizarding World, not until later when he comes to stay with us will he find out I was missing." her eyes again were dancing with unhidden delight.
"Ha, leave it to Potter to be a dope enough to not be able to magic himself out of a house full of Muggles." Draco scoffed.
"Leave it to you to not be able to get a girl so you have to kidnap one." she countered.
"I can get a girl Weasley,"
"Can you now? If you have to pay them, they don't count. You know that right?"
"I've never paid a whore."
"That's right! You won't pay someone who's willing to, oh no you'd NEVER go that low. But as for steeling an innocent sixteen year old, that's completely okay." There was an odd silence. "So Draco I'm dying to know, whom have you slept with?"
"That's none of your concern," he said quickly.
"It's plenty my concern, for all I know you've given me something."
"I only sleep with Virgins," he said.
"Yeah right. Pansy Parkinson is not a virgin."
"Pansy was a Virgin!" he claimed. Ginny smiled, at her successful attempt to squeeze information out him. Draco in return was glaring murderously at her.
"I'm afraid I'll have to correct you. You did only sleep with Virgins." of course it was a lie, she had never even so much as been kissed. He looked at her. Was she lying? After all there was no true way to tell she had screamed in pain but if she wasn't particularly experienced it could be possible. Plus, her comfort hadn't even entered his mind.
"You were a virgin Weasley, I know it," he said ignoring his doubts.
"You'd like to think that wouldn't you?" Ginny's games were beginning to wear on him.
"I know it," he growled.
"How?" Draco proceeded to list off his thoughts only to be counter by Ginny bringing up all the doubts he had had.
"Well then, I have to know, who's the guy you roped into sleeping with you?" Ginny's look gave away her lie, she hadn't thought of that. Obviously she couldn't say Harry, that was to obviously a 'no' and the thought of any of the other Gryffindor boys so much as touching her made her skin crawl.
"I knew it," he smirked, "you were a virgin. Lucky me got to be the first to have you."
"Well, like I said, you must have gotten sick of whores like Pansy Parkinson."
"If you must know, Pansy and I have broken up."
"Why?"
"Again, that's none of your concern."
" She wasn't good enough in the sack was she?" she taunted.
"No, she broke up with me." arg she had done it again, squeezed information out of him.
"Why, you weren't any good in the sack?" she smirked, "I can see that." She had crossed the line. A flicker of fear crossed Ginny's face as Draco glared at her, hot rage coursing through every vein in his body. At this moment he didn't care about taming her, he didn't care if he was taking ten steps backwards all he wanted to do is put her in her place. In one swift movement, he through down his napkin was up and across the table and had pulled Ginny to her feet. He grabbed her by her shoulders and held her only an inch from his own body.
"Let's not forget I'm in charge here girl." he growled down at her, expecting her eyes to be filled with fear, instead they were still dancing in delight.
"Are you?" she said defiantly. His eyes narrowed once more.
"I'm stronger than you, and more powerful too. Your very being rest in my hands, I'm the one in control." He glared down shaking her with vigor, but Ginny was looking passively up at him.
"Oh you're right. You are strong than me, and without a wand most definitely more powerful but I truly have all the power. Just by mentioning Harry or insulting your performance I can make you go ballistic. If I wanted you to lay off all I'd have to do is stutter and weep." He clutched her harder willing her to stop. "See just now. You can't stand that I'm right! Soon you're going to try to force me onto the bed to show how 'manly' you are." Draco rage was growing larger and larger with each word she spoke. She was right; he was about to force her onto the bed, cover her sarcastic little mouth with his, and make her scream out in wretched pain like last night. More then anything right now he wanted to run his nails down that blasted milky skin of hers and teach her a lesson. For a split second he considered doing just that not caring if she was right, but then he realized, if he did, SHE would be teaching HIM a lesson. Gathering up every last bit of self-control he had, he let go of her and walked away without a second glance. For once Ginny stood there in surprised silence.
Draco walked to his room contemplating what she had said. She was right; she did control him whenever they were together. Apparently she had discovered his hate for Potter and was milking for all it was worth. There was however, a way to be certain she had no control. A plan began forming in his mind, a particularly evil plan at that. His father had informed him to make sure she was dependent on him for all her needs. If he could only create enough distance between them that she became desperate.
"Zally!" He called and within seconds the elf appeared.
"Master Draco called Zally sir?" the elf stuttered.
"Yes. Go get my mother." Zally disappeared and a second later Mrs. Malfoy apparated with her into his room.
"What's wrong Draco?" the women asked.
"You know Ginny, my present?"
"Yes dear, what about her?"
"She needs a few new robes."
"Yes?"
"Well obviously I don't know anything about women's robes. So I was wondering if you could fit her for some."
"Oh yes, that will be rather entertaining actually, I never had a girl to dress up." she said and prepared to disapparate into Ginny's room.
"Wait!" he said, "I want to be with you. Father said I should learn to manipulate people. I have a plan but I want to appear authoritative. Would you mind terribly mother if I came with you and said yes or no to ideas?"
Mrs. Malfoy just beamed. Maternal pride was taking over.
"You're going to turn out just like your father," she said as they walked out of Draco's room.
They arrived a few minutes later at Ginny's door and entered without knocking. Ginny was sitting in the corner flipping through a six month old issue of 'Witch Weekly Teen'.
"Oh you're back. I knew you would be," she said jumping out, that familiar look in her eyes. She smiled even bigger when Mrs. Malfoy entered the room, "And you've brought your Mother with you! Does this mean I get those new robes?" Ginny of course, wasn't really happy to see Draco, she hoped he'd stay away for the rest of August but she knew she had the play the game and what's more, win the game.
"Ginny, don't pretend you're happy to see me. You're not. And yes, I have brought my mother with me. You are getting new robes." his voice was monotone not allowing Ginny's games to get to him.
"Goody!" she clapped her hands and stood up. The fitting began, Mrs. Malfoy trying on robe after robe for size. The first was a light pink very simple robe, much like her Hogwarts robes except for the color and the top was a bit more fitted. Draco shook his head.
"I don't like it." and with a wave of Mrs. Malfoy's wand it was gone, replaced with Ginny's shabby one. An involuntary gasp of protest escaped Ginny's lips. Draco smiled at his Mother and tried to send her a signal. The Malfoy had always been able to communicate with one another on a somewhat telepathic level. It's not that they could actually hear one another's thoughts, but they could just read one another quite well. This time Draco was attempting to tell his mother his thoughts. 'Have her try on lots of pretty robes but give he simple ones.' The next robe was a light purple summer robe, a personal favorite of Ginny's but that was also swept away with a wave of Mrs. Malfoy's wand. Ginny's also tried on a dark blue robe just like her Hogwarts robes ("I don't like it Mother), a few form fitting white ones (which Draco actually did like but he could tell Ginny did also) a periwinkle robe with fake gem stones around the collar (Draco shook his head), a few more pink robes of varying styles (No mother, pink is to innocent for Ginny). Finally Ginny tried on a dress of dark emerald green that looked wonderful with her hair and hugged her bust and cute bottom before flowing out.
"I like it Mother," he said with a nod.
"Wonderful Draco, I'll have Madame Mince make ten just like it.
"It can be you're uniform," he said to Ginny.
"I can't wait for Harry to see me in them. He'll think I'll look beautiful." she smirked.
"Well seeing as how Potter is male and those don't leave anything to the imagination, he'll certainly want to do you."
"Harry's not like you Malfoy." she said real emotion taking over for once.
"Sure Ginny, whatever you say." he said then turned to his mother, "Shall we go?"
"Yes dear, let's," the two of them left Ginny there, longing for her new robes.
Zally was still waiting for him when he returned to his room.
"Zally, good you're still here. I have some instructions for you involving Ginny."
"Yes Master Draco sir?" the elf squeaked.
"Listen. You are to go to Ginny whenever she calls. However, whenever she asks for something make sure you say that you you'll check with me and before you give it to her be sure to say that I okayed it. Just call her Ginny, no ma'am no miss, nothing except Ginny. Also never use the door; always just appear into her room. Never let her see anyone except you, the only way she should be able to see to the outside world is through that window. That means no newspapers, no magazines. NOTHING! Understood?"
"Yes Master Draco Sir. Zally understands completely."
"Dismissed." he said and the elf popped out of his room.
Draco's plan was genius. Ginny would have to depend on him for everything. He didn't have to be friendly. After a week of seeing no one but an elf and with no way to hear what was going on, well then she could only rely on him for company. If they weren't in the same room Ginny couldn't play that little game. Enough time away from her would be good for him. He would just magic the robes into her room that night and that would be the last contact with her for a week.
Two hours after Draco's monstrous fall, he was sitting across from Ginny having a dinner of steak and salad. His bruises had already been repaired by a wave of his mother's wand.
"I must say Draco, I've never seen anyone with such remarkable quiditch skills," she said her eyes dancing in pure delight.
"I'm sure your precious Potter has fallen from much higher heights."
She snorted, "Not when he was trying to show off to a girl he's kidnapped."
"I wasn't trying to show off to you," he said quickly.
"If you say so. Truthfully," she chose this time to take a casual bit of salad, "I find it a terrible shame your mother is such a wonderful healer. The world would be a much better place with one less Malfoy."
"That fall wouldn't kill me, I'm stronger than that."
"How unfortunate," she said, slightly mimicking his drawl.
"By the way, my father told me that you're father came into work without saying a word about you're disappearance."
"Malfoy, if and when you're going to lie to me, at least make it believable. I know perfectly well my father would do no such thing." Malfoy glared at her as she again casually took a bite of her salad. There was a long pause as each of them sized up their opponent, Draco trying to figure out how to control her mouth and Ginny trying to find the best way to gain more control.
"Well," Draco finally said, "you can bet Potter isn't looking for you."
"You're quite right, I'm sure he isn't. You see Harry is cut off from the Wizarding World, not until later when he comes to stay with us will he find out I was missing." her eyes again were dancing with unhidden delight.
"Ha, leave it to Potter to be a dope enough to not be able to magic himself out of a house full of Muggles." Draco scoffed.
"Leave it to you to not be able to get a girl so you have to kidnap one." she countered.
"I can get a girl Weasley,"
"Can you now? If you have to pay them, they don't count. You know that right?"
"I've never paid a whore."
"That's right! You won't pay someone who's willing to, oh no you'd NEVER go that low. But as for steeling an innocent sixteen year old, that's completely okay." There was an odd silence. "So Draco I'm dying to know, whom have you slept with?"
"That's none of your concern," he said quickly.
"It's plenty my concern, for all I know you've given me something."
"I only sleep with Virgins," he said.
"Yeah right. Pansy Parkinson is not a virgin."
"Pansy was a Virgin!" he claimed. Ginny smiled, at her successful attempt to squeeze information out him. Draco in return was glaring murderously at her.
"I'm afraid I'll have to correct you. You did only sleep with Virgins." of course it was a lie, she had never even so much as been kissed. He looked at her. Was she lying? After all there was no true way to tell she had screamed in pain but if she wasn't particularly experienced it could be possible. Plus, her comfort hadn't even entered his mind.
"You were a virgin Weasley, I know it," he said ignoring his doubts.
"You'd like to think that wouldn't you?" Ginny's games were beginning to wear on him.
"I know it," he growled.
"How?" Draco proceeded to list off his thoughts only to be counter by Ginny bringing up all the doubts he had had.
"Well then, I have to know, who's the guy you roped into sleeping with you?" Ginny's look gave away her lie, she hadn't thought of that. Obviously she couldn't say Harry, that was to obviously a 'no' and the thought of any of the other Gryffindor boys so much as touching her made her skin crawl.
"I knew it," he smirked, "you were a virgin. Lucky me got to be the first to have you."
"Well, like I said, you must have gotten sick of whores like Pansy Parkinson."
"If you must know, Pansy and I have broken up."
"Why?"
"Again, that's none of your concern."
" She wasn't good enough in the sack was she?" she taunted.
"No, she broke up with me." arg she had done it again, squeezed information out of him.
"Why, you weren't any good in the sack?" she smirked, "I can see that." She had crossed the line. A flicker of fear crossed Ginny's face as Draco glared at her, hot rage coursing through every vein in his body. At this moment he didn't care about taming her, he didn't care if he was taking ten steps backwards all he wanted to do is put her in her place. In one swift movement, he through down his napkin was up and across the table and had pulled Ginny to her feet. He grabbed her by her shoulders and held her only an inch from his own body.
"Let's not forget I'm in charge here girl." he growled down at her, expecting her eyes to be filled with fear, instead they were still dancing in delight.
"Are you?" she said defiantly. His eyes narrowed once more.
"I'm stronger than you, and more powerful too. Your very being rest in my hands, I'm the one in control." He glared down shaking her with vigor, but Ginny was looking passively up at him.
"Oh you're right. You are strong than me, and without a wand most definitely more powerful but I truly have all the power. Just by mentioning Harry or insulting your performance I can make you go ballistic. If I wanted you to lay off all I'd have to do is stutter and weep." He clutched her harder willing her to stop. "See just now. You can't stand that I'm right! Soon you're going to try to force me onto the bed to show how 'manly' you are." Draco rage was growing larger and larger with each word she spoke. She was right; he was about to force her onto the bed, cover her sarcastic little mouth with his, and make her scream out in wretched pain like last night. More then anything right now he wanted to run his nails down that blasted milky skin of hers and teach her a lesson. For a split second he considered doing just that not caring if she was right, but then he realized, if he did, SHE would be teaching HIM a lesson. Gathering up every last bit of self-control he had, he let go of her and walked away without a second glance. For once Ginny stood there in surprised silence.
Draco walked to his room contemplating what she had said. She was right; she did control him whenever they were together. Apparently she had discovered his hate for Potter and was milking for all it was worth. There was however, a way to be certain she had no control. A plan began forming in his mind, a particularly evil plan at that. His father had informed him to make sure she was dependent on him for all her needs. If he could only create enough distance between them that she became desperate.
"Zally!" He called and within seconds the elf appeared.
"Master Draco called Zally sir?" the elf stuttered.
"Yes. Go get my mother." Zally disappeared and a second later Mrs. Malfoy apparated with her into his room.
"What's wrong Draco?" the women asked.
"You know Ginny, my present?"
"Yes dear, what about her?"
"She needs a few new robes."
"Yes?"
"Well obviously I don't know anything about women's robes. So I was wondering if you could fit her for some."
"Oh yes, that will be rather entertaining actually, I never had a girl to dress up." she said and prepared to disapparate into Ginny's room.
"Wait!" he said, "I want to be with you. Father said I should learn to manipulate people. I have a plan but I want to appear authoritative. Would you mind terribly mother if I came with you and said yes or no to ideas?"
Mrs. Malfoy just beamed. Maternal pride was taking over.
"You're going to turn out just like your father," she said as they walked out of Draco's room.
They arrived a few minutes later at Ginny's door and entered without knocking. Ginny was sitting in the corner flipping through a six month old issue of 'Witch Weekly Teen'.
"Oh you're back. I knew you would be," she said jumping out, that familiar look in her eyes. She smiled even bigger when Mrs. Malfoy entered the room, "And you've brought your Mother with you! Does this mean I get those new robes?" Ginny of course, wasn't really happy to see Draco, she hoped he'd stay away for the rest of August but she knew she had the play the game and what's more, win the game.
"Ginny, don't pretend you're happy to see me. You're not. And yes, I have brought my mother with me. You are getting new robes." his voice was monotone not allowing Ginny's games to get to him.
"Goody!" she clapped her hands and stood up. The fitting began, Mrs. Malfoy trying on robe after robe for size. The first was a light pink very simple robe, much like her Hogwarts robes except for the color and the top was a bit more fitted. Draco shook his head.
"I don't like it." and with a wave of Mrs. Malfoy's wand it was gone, replaced with Ginny's shabby one. An involuntary gasp of protest escaped Ginny's lips. Draco smiled at his Mother and tried to send her a signal. The Malfoy had always been able to communicate with one another on a somewhat telepathic level. It's not that they could actually hear one another's thoughts, but they could just read one another quite well. This time Draco was attempting to tell his mother his thoughts. 'Have her try on lots of pretty robes but give he simple ones.' The next robe was a light purple summer robe, a personal favorite of Ginny's but that was also swept away with a wave of Mrs. Malfoy's wand. Ginny's also tried on a dark blue robe just like her Hogwarts robes ("I don't like it Mother), a few form fitting white ones (which Draco actually did like but he could tell Ginny did also) a periwinkle robe with fake gem stones around the collar (Draco shook his head), a few more pink robes of varying styles (No mother, pink is to innocent for Ginny). Finally Ginny tried on a dress of dark emerald green that looked wonderful with her hair and hugged her bust and cute bottom before flowing out.
"I like it Mother," he said with a nod.
"Wonderful Draco, I'll have Madame Mince make ten just like it.
"It can be you're uniform," he said to Ginny.
"I can't wait for Harry to see me in them. He'll think I'll look beautiful." she smirked.
"Well seeing as how Potter is male and those don't leave anything to the imagination, he'll certainly want to do you."
"Harry's not like you Malfoy." she said real emotion taking over for once.
"Sure Ginny, whatever you say." he said then turned to his mother, "Shall we go?"
"Yes dear, let's," the two of them left Ginny there, longing for her new robes.
Zally was still waiting for him when he returned to his room.
"Zally, good you're still here. I have some instructions for you involving Ginny."
"Yes Master Draco sir?" the elf squeaked.
"Listen. You are to go to Ginny whenever she calls. However, whenever she asks for something make sure you say that you you'll check with me and before you give it to her be sure to say that I okayed it. Just call her Ginny, no ma'am no miss, nothing except Ginny. Also never use the door; always just appear into her room. Never let her see anyone except you, the only way she should be able to see to the outside world is through that window. That means no newspapers, no magazines. NOTHING! Understood?"
"Yes Master Draco Sir. Zally understands completely."
"Dismissed." he said and the elf popped out of his room.
Draco's plan was genius. Ginny would have to depend on him for everything. He didn't have to be friendly. After a week of seeing no one but an elf and with no way to hear what was going on, well then she could only rely on him for company. If they weren't in the same room Ginny couldn't play that little game. Enough time away from her would be good for him. He would just magic the robes into her room that night and that would be the last contact with her for a week.