Draco returned the next day with a book in hand. Ginny had never
been much of a reader but it was most favorable to starring out that
blasted window waiting for Malfoy to play Quiditch. The book he had
selected for her, she was surprised to find, was rather interesting. It
was about a pureblood witch, who fell in love with a muggle prince, but her
parents wouldn't let her see a muggle and they had already bestridden her
to a pureblood wizard. The prince's parents, who thought the witch to be a
commoner, also forbid the prince to see her. Well the witch and the prince
ended up running off and getting married. Ginny was surprised the Malfoy's
had a book promoting a muggle/pureblood marriage. That is until she read
the last page where the witch was dying with muggle children looking back
and cursing herself for not marrying the man her parents had wanted her to.
Ginny read the entire book from the time Draco left after lunch and the
time she went to bed. That night she heard the familiar creek of the door
announcing Draco's arrival.
"Hello," she called sitting up in the darkness. The only sound to reach her ears was the sound of footsteps drawing closer.
"Draco?" she cried, "Is that you?" she couldn't see anything in the pitch black and felt like she was calling off into the abyss but, she soon felt the weight of another on the bed pushing her shoulders down and back onto the bed. "No, oh no please it's been a week. No not again!" she cried only to feel him lay her weight on her.
"Shhhh," he finally spoke, "be quiet."
"No, don't! Anything just don't."
"Sweet Ginny, you know what I want I will eventually get." Something in Ginny cracked and she was suddenly too weak to fight. He was right and she knew it. He would get what he wanted from her one way or another and Ginny didn't care to struggle, get slapped, and just delay the process. She laid back in submission, sobs still escaping her lips the entire time, partly from the mere thought of having to go through this again and when the pain started, because of the horrible pain. Draco left within five minutes of finishing and Ginny was left along again in the dark still sobbing until she drifted off into an uneasy rest.
Tap tap tap tap.
Ginny was woken by the sound of tapping at her window. The sound was familiar and because at sometime she had stored it somewhere in her subconscious, her brain was telling her that it was a comforting sound. But Ginny refused to open her eyes, holding onto the illusions that sleep promised. She knew once she gave into consciousness her happy times at the Burrow with Harry would be over. Sleep, however unfortunate, only lasted so long though and she was forced acknowledge she was at the Malfoy Manor, having just been raped for the second time in a week. When she finally groggily opened one eye she saw a sight that made her forget her troubles.
"HEDWIG" she whispered fiercely seeing the snowy owl at the window and never having been more delighted at seeing any owl in her entire life. "Hedwig" she cried again and then, "Harry!!!" thinking of Harry sending Hedwig to find her. She tried to open the window to let Hedwig in but the window was magically locked. "Come back later Hedwig," she whispered through the glass, "I'll open this widow somehow." She would somehow get Draco to let her open that window.
Draco came later the day, the door creaking open and again accompanied by poor Zally and her lunch trays.
"Hullo!" he called seeing Ginny staring out the window.
"Draco," she said, "Can't I open this window? It get so stuffy in here." he surveyed her, walking around to her other side and gazed out the window with her.
"How do I know you won't try and jump like you did last time in my father's study?"
"Can't you just put one of those barriers up on here?"
"And what do I get in return?" she turned to face him and struggled to keep her face calm. Seeing Hedwig had given her new resolve to win, to fight, to be free. This time though she realized that winning meant fooling Draco not just insulting him. She had to make him believe that she was still under his control meanwhile gaining all the control. So Ginny had to resist the urge to yell, "What the hell could you possibly want that you haven't already taken?!" instead she made her voice quiet and weak.
"Well, what do you want?" He ran a cool hand around her waste. Ginny stood completely still as her skin prickled up at the touch of her enemy.
"No more struggling or crying. Be willing Ginny. I promise you it would be better anyways." She pulled away from him green robes swishing around her feet.
"No open window is worth letting you rape Me." it was a little harsh for the attitude she was trying to display but not so out of the realm of possibilities that it so much as registered in Draco's subconscious.
"Maybe I'll leave then." he said and began to walk out the door. Ginny's mind whirled. She couldn't let Draco leave, forget that horrible loneliness, if Draco left she would never be able to get that window open. Draco was stepping out the door she realized she only had once choice.
"Wait!" she called. He turned towards her a mock look of curiosity on his face.
"Will you at least make the charm so I can put my arm out of the window. I want the sunlight on my skin again.
"So you agree then?" he asked eagerly.
"Yes," was her rather meek reply.
"One hundred percent?" she turned away avoid his eyes. "You'll give yourself to me every time I want you."
"Yes, yes." she cried her voice choking up. Even knowing that she could write home, for Harry was at the Burrow by now, and knowing that she could be rescued soon couldn't make her feel any better about allowing Draco to touch her. Draco smiled, the smile of a victor and with a simple wave of his wand the window opened with a click.
"Hello," she called sitting up in the darkness. The only sound to reach her ears was the sound of footsteps drawing closer.
"Draco?" she cried, "Is that you?" she couldn't see anything in the pitch black and felt like she was calling off into the abyss but, she soon felt the weight of another on the bed pushing her shoulders down and back onto the bed. "No, oh no please it's been a week. No not again!" she cried only to feel him lay her weight on her.
"Shhhh," he finally spoke, "be quiet."
"No, don't! Anything just don't."
"Sweet Ginny, you know what I want I will eventually get." Something in Ginny cracked and she was suddenly too weak to fight. He was right and she knew it. He would get what he wanted from her one way or another and Ginny didn't care to struggle, get slapped, and just delay the process. She laid back in submission, sobs still escaping her lips the entire time, partly from the mere thought of having to go through this again and when the pain started, because of the horrible pain. Draco left within five minutes of finishing and Ginny was left along again in the dark still sobbing until she drifted off into an uneasy rest.
Tap tap tap tap.
Ginny was woken by the sound of tapping at her window. The sound was familiar and because at sometime she had stored it somewhere in her subconscious, her brain was telling her that it was a comforting sound. But Ginny refused to open her eyes, holding onto the illusions that sleep promised. She knew once she gave into consciousness her happy times at the Burrow with Harry would be over. Sleep, however unfortunate, only lasted so long though and she was forced acknowledge she was at the Malfoy Manor, having just been raped for the second time in a week. When she finally groggily opened one eye she saw a sight that made her forget her troubles.
"HEDWIG" she whispered fiercely seeing the snowy owl at the window and never having been more delighted at seeing any owl in her entire life. "Hedwig" she cried again and then, "Harry!!!" thinking of Harry sending Hedwig to find her. She tried to open the window to let Hedwig in but the window was magically locked. "Come back later Hedwig," she whispered through the glass, "I'll open this widow somehow." She would somehow get Draco to let her open that window.
Draco came later the day, the door creaking open and again accompanied by poor Zally and her lunch trays.
"Hullo!" he called seeing Ginny staring out the window.
"Draco," she said, "Can't I open this window? It get so stuffy in here." he surveyed her, walking around to her other side and gazed out the window with her.
"How do I know you won't try and jump like you did last time in my father's study?"
"Can't you just put one of those barriers up on here?"
"And what do I get in return?" she turned to face him and struggled to keep her face calm. Seeing Hedwig had given her new resolve to win, to fight, to be free. This time though she realized that winning meant fooling Draco not just insulting him. She had to make him believe that she was still under his control meanwhile gaining all the control. So Ginny had to resist the urge to yell, "What the hell could you possibly want that you haven't already taken?!" instead she made her voice quiet and weak.
"Well, what do you want?" He ran a cool hand around her waste. Ginny stood completely still as her skin prickled up at the touch of her enemy.
"No more struggling or crying. Be willing Ginny. I promise you it would be better anyways." She pulled away from him green robes swishing around her feet.
"No open window is worth letting you rape Me." it was a little harsh for the attitude she was trying to display but not so out of the realm of possibilities that it so much as registered in Draco's subconscious.
"Maybe I'll leave then." he said and began to walk out the door. Ginny's mind whirled. She couldn't let Draco leave, forget that horrible loneliness, if Draco left she would never be able to get that window open. Draco was stepping out the door she realized she only had once choice.
"Wait!" she called. He turned towards her a mock look of curiosity on his face.
"Will you at least make the charm so I can put my arm out of the window. I want the sunlight on my skin again.
"So you agree then?" he asked eagerly.
"Yes," was her rather meek reply.
"One hundred percent?" she turned away avoid his eyes. "You'll give yourself to me every time I want you."
"Yes, yes." she cried her voice choking up. Even knowing that she could write home, for Harry was at the Burrow by now, and knowing that she could be rescued soon couldn't make her feel any better about allowing Draco to touch her. Draco smiled, the smile of a victor and with a simple wave of his wand the window opened with a click.