Draco left and Ginny practically flew to the window.
"Hedwig," she whispered fiercely here eyes darting to find the owl, "Hedwig!" she called again. Her attention was drawn to a white dot that flew from the forest slowly into view and landed on the windowsill. "Don't come in, stay there," she said and the bird ruffled her wings then settled them at her sides as if to show she understood. Ginny took the letter off carefully so she could use the string again if necessary.
Ginny, [The letter said]
Are you okay?? Ron owled me to tell me that you are missing! I plan on sending Hedwig out immediately to find you. ['He sacrificed his only means of communication to find me!' she thought] Of course I know you probably aren't able to write back but Hedwig won't let this letter be taken by anyone but you. Hang in there! I hope I can see you at platform 9 ¾ come September 1. [Eeeeeeeeee! she whispered screached.]
Harry
P.S. Mr. Malfoy is leading the search at the ministry. It seems odd to me too!
She smiled and hugged the letter to her chest. Malfoy would never get to her now. In fact she would enjoy stringing him along. She ran to the desk and threw open a drawer. Her fingers searched its contents for the quills and Ink she had found in her first days here. She found them with and excited squeal and put them set them on the desk. There wasn't any parchment but now she had Harry's letter so she could write on the back of it.
Harry [She scribbled]
I'm alive though not wholly all right. I'm at the Malfoy Manor! Draco Malfoy is pervert but I really don't want to expand on that. Please help me! Or send someone! I don't know how much longer I can endure this mental and physical torture. Send more owls please? Harry, please help me. I know you already saved me back in my first year and you almost died because of it but please, send someone. PLEASE.
Ginny
Hastily, she tied the letter onto Hedwig's leg and sent the bird off.
"Go quickly," she whispered and the bird sped off towards her home. Ginny took care to notice it flew around the house and made a mental note of this. If she was in the back of the house that meant the Burrow was north of the house. That fact could be very useful. Ginny flopped on the bed to daydream the day away.
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Ginny looked in the mirror again. Earlier Malfoy had magicked some lingerie into her room with instructions to have it on 'later'. Well, Ginny wasn't quite sure when 'later' was, but she did know she didn't want to risk her means of communication with Harry, so she decided that eight was 'later' enough. It was now eleven and Malfoy hadn't showed up. Around nine she had fallen asleep on her bed wait and awoke her hair a mess. So she was now critiquing her reflection once more. The sheer emerald negligee left very little, okay nothing, to the imagination. She took a sharp intake of breath and held her stomach in. She wasn't to sure as to why she was trying to look nice for Malfoy, if anything she should be trying to gain weight, but she liked the idea of Harry possibly busting into her room to save her and the thought of her looking so appealing in that little feathery 'dress'. Although, she was quite sure this wasn't possible, Harry coming so soon that is, her imagination got the best of her and she admired her reflection some more before tucking a stray lock of hair behind her milky ear. The door creaked open announcing Draco's arrival and Ginny turned her head to see him standing there, with a (rather cute) smile on his face. There was something different about him Ginny saw, as if some sort of transformation had taken place between the time he had left and now.
"Hello." he said...nicely? Yes nicely, she decided, there was really no other word to describe it. She took sudden care to be careful, Malfoy and nice didn't belong in a non-negated sentence. Something was up.
"Hi." was her meek reply. Meek, that was now her word, her objective always be meek. She reminded herself to be meek and willing (again) yet still innocently seductive. He stepped inside waving the door shut with his wand behind him. He casually flicked his wrist and the candles lighting her room dimmed to a dull light and with another wave, light music began to drift in. Ginny was truly surprised. The atmosphere in the room was almost romantic. If Harry walked in now, he would most definitely get the wrong idea. Draco walked, not sauntered towards her, and gently placed his hands around her waist. She closed her eyes in anticipation of rough hands and bruised lips as Draco pulled her slightly towards her, but Draco gave her a slight kiss on the lips. Her eyes fluttered open in surprise at the gentleness of it. His tongue gently traced her lips before darting into her open mouth. Ginny couldn't quite remember when she had opened her mouth but was quite sure that it was closed and had opened without her so much as thinking about it. Even when their kiss deepened, passionate as it was, it still wasn't rough or demanding. He held her tighter still and ran his fingers lightly down her smooth back. Delicious sensations began to curl throughout her entire body. They started around her stomach and lazily drifted through her limbs until her fingers and toes felt tingly and her head swam. At first she tried ignoring the sensations but finally realized there was no need to do this. Technically, it was still rape whether she enjoyed it or not, Malfoy was still forcing her to sleep with him. So gradually Malfoy's lights kisses and gentile caressing touches wore her defenses down until she was only thinking of the caressing touch and warm muscular body pressed so closely up to hers, all thoughts of her rescue pushed out of her head. Ginny allowed her body to take over completely her mind giving in to the demands of her body, and in the morning was surprised to find Draco still in bed beside her. She yawned and stretched pulling the sheet up with her to cover her naked body. Last night had been, well, enjoyable to say the least and for some reason she wasn't the least bit shy about it. Knowing how gentile his touch could be could prove to be an interesting weapon someday.
'Harry,' she thought, 'Will come today,' so with a smile, she lay back down and called Zally to request breakfast. Not even Draco Malfoy could get to her now.
Draco awoke to Ginny eating waffles topped with strawberries and whipped cream. He smiled at the sensuous breakfast. He wondered what he would do if he pushed her down and placed the waffle on her stomach then proceeded to eat it with his hands behind his back. Would she giggle and arch her back causing him to get whipped cream all over her face like Pansy had? Or would she scramble to get away? As curious as he was he decided not to push the sex games right now. Yesterday he had made a decision. He was tired of manipulating her, he desired her, wanted to spoil her like a child, treat her like a pet. He casually ran a finger down her leg under the sheets. She smiled down at him, whipped cream in the corners of her mouth. He was genuinely surprised to see that she hadn't jumped at his touch but instead seemed to welcome it.
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Harry was 'enjoying' Breakfast at the Weasleys. The same eerie silence was present as it had been for the last two days. By now, he had pretty much failed to notice. His letter from Hogwarts had informed him that he was going to be Quiditch captain this year, and his thoughts were on game plans. Latter he and Ron were planning on working on some magical charts for their team.
"Harry," Fred said interrupting his thoughts and snapping him back to reality, "isn't that your owl?" he pointed nonchalantly at the window to where a large snowy owl was peering in.
"Huh, what?" his head snapped up, "HEDWIG!!!" he yelled and scrambled to open the window. He roughly patted her on the head before tearing the letter off her leg.
"Calm down Harry. Who is that from?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"Ron didn't tell you? It's from Ginny! I sent Hedwig to find her." It was as if someone had flicked a switch, the house had its normal clatter back as all the Weasleys present stood and crowded around Harry to get a look at Ginny's letter. Harry untied and unrolled the note.
"Read it aloud. Read it aloud!" Percy said, and Harry couldn't help but be happy that all the old Weasley personalities were coming back again.
"Alright, Alright" he said.
Harry [He read]
I'm alive though not wholly all right. I'm at the Malfoy Manor! [The was a collective gasp of "THE MALFOY MANOR?!?!" from the Weasleys] Draco Malfoy is pervert but I really don't want to expand on that. ["THE BLOODY GIT" George scowled and pounded his fist into his hand] Please help me! Or send someone! I don't know how much longer I can endure this mental and physical torture. [Mrs. Weasley began to weep] Send more owls please? Harry, please help me. I know you already saved me back in my first year and you almost died because of it but please, send someone. PLEASE.
Ginny
"Father we must take this to the ministry. I'm sure Mr. Links (Percy's new boss) will be more then willing to help."
"No," Mr. Weasley said hoarsely.
"No? Arthur, what are you-"
"No Molly, no" Mr. Weasley cut her off.
"Why ever not?!" Molly shrieked.
"If we take this to the ministry I guarantee Lucious will put a stop to any raiding we want to do on his manor and Ginny will be punished. It's in everyone's best interest, except Lucious's of course, to keep communicating like this with her and to plan on saving her by ourselves.
"Where is the Malfoy Manor?" Fred asked.
"I can't be quite sure," he sighed, "but I'll ask around the Ministry and see what I can find out."
"You did get Mr. Boddle's son out of that Jam, do you think he could help you?" Molly asked, "He is, after all, the head of the department for protection of Magical children."
"Like the rest on the ministry Molly," he said dejectedly, "He's in Lucious pocket too. Why do you think Lucious is the one leading the search for Ginny? That's Mr. Boddle's department."
"So what can we do?" Percy asked.
"Plot." Mr. Weasley replied and the house's chattered started up again, more hopeful than before.
"Hedwig," she whispered fiercely here eyes darting to find the owl, "Hedwig!" she called again. Her attention was drawn to a white dot that flew from the forest slowly into view and landed on the windowsill. "Don't come in, stay there," she said and the bird ruffled her wings then settled them at her sides as if to show she understood. Ginny took the letter off carefully so she could use the string again if necessary.
Ginny, [The letter said]
Are you okay?? Ron owled me to tell me that you are missing! I plan on sending Hedwig out immediately to find you. ['He sacrificed his only means of communication to find me!' she thought] Of course I know you probably aren't able to write back but Hedwig won't let this letter be taken by anyone but you. Hang in there! I hope I can see you at platform 9 ¾ come September 1. [Eeeeeeeeee! she whispered screached.]
Harry
P.S. Mr. Malfoy is leading the search at the ministry. It seems odd to me too!
She smiled and hugged the letter to her chest. Malfoy would never get to her now. In fact she would enjoy stringing him along. She ran to the desk and threw open a drawer. Her fingers searched its contents for the quills and Ink she had found in her first days here. She found them with and excited squeal and put them set them on the desk. There wasn't any parchment but now she had Harry's letter so she could write on the back of it.
Harry [She scribbled]
I'm alive though not wholly all right. I'm at the Malfoy Manor! Draco Malfoy is pervert but I really don't want to expand on that. Please help me! Or send someone! I don't know how much longer I can endure this mental and physical torture. Send more owls please? Harry, please help me. I know you already saved me back in my first year and you almost died because of it but please, send someone. PLEASE.
Ginny
Hastily, she tied the letter onto Hedwig's leg and sent the bird off.
"Go quickly," she whispered and the bird sped off towards her home. Ginny took care to notice it flew around the house and made a mental note of this. If she was in the back of the house that meant the Burrow was north of the house. That fact could be very useful. Ginny flopped on the bed to daydream the day away.
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Ginny looked in the mirror again. Earlier Malfoy had magicked some lingerie into her room with instructions to have it on 'later'. Well, Ginny wasn't quite sure when 'later' was, but she did know she didn't want to risk her means of communication with Harry, so she decided that eight was 'later' enough. It was now eleven and Malfoy hadn't showed up. Around nine she had fallen asleep on her bed wait and awoke her hair a mess. So she was now critiquing her reflection once more. The sheer emerald negligee left very little, okay nothing, to the imagination. She took a sharp intake of breath and held her stomach in. She wasn't to sure as to why she was trying to look nice for Malfoy, if anything she should be trying to gain weight, but she liked the idea of Harry possibly busting into her room to save her and the thought of her looking so appealing in that little feathery 'dress'. Although, she was quite sure this wasn't possible, Harry coming so soon that is, her imagination got the best of her and she admired her reflection some more before tucking a stray lock of hair behind her milky ear. The door creaked open announcing Draco's arrival and Ginny turned her head to see him standing there, with a (rather cute) smile on his face. There was something different about him Ginny saw, as if some sort of transformation had taken place between the time he had left and now.
"Hello." he said...nicely? Yes nicely, she decided, there was really no other word to describe it. She took sudden care to be careful, Malfoy and nice didn't belong in a non-negated sentence. Something was up.
"Hi." was her meek reply. Meek, that was now her word, her objective always be meek. She reminded herself to be meek and willing (again) yet still innocently seductive. He stepped inside waving the door shut with his wand behind him. He casually flicked his wrist and the candles lighting her room dimmed to a dull light and with another wave, light music began to drift in. Ginny was truly surprised. The atmosphere in the room was almost romantic. If Harry walked in now, he would most definitely get the wrong idea. Draco walked, not sauntered towards her, and gently placed his hands around her waist. She closed her eyes in anticipation of rough hands and bruised lips as Draco pulled her slightly towards her, but Draco gave her a slight kiss on the lips. Her eyes fluttered open in surprise at the gentleness of it. His tongue gently traced her lips before darting into her open mouth. Ginny couldn't quite remember when she had opened her mouth but was quite sure that it was closed and had opened without her so much as thinking about it. Even when their kiss deepened, passionate as it was, it still wasn't rough or demanding. He held her tighter still and ran his fingers lightly down her smooth back. Delicious sensations began to curl throughout her entire body. They started around her stomach and lazily drifted through her limbs until her fingers and toes felt tingly and her head swam. At first she tried ignoring the sensations but finally realized there was no need to do this. Technically, it was still rape whether she enjoyed it or not, Malfoy was still forcing her to sleep with him. So gradually Malfoy's lights kisses and gentile caressing touches wore her defenses down until she was only thinking of the caressing touch and warm muscular body pressed so closely up to hers, all thoughts of her rescue pushed out of her head. Ginny allowed her body to take over completely her mind giving in to the demands of her body, and in the morning was surprised to find Draco still in bed beside her. She yawned and stretched pulling the sheet up with her to cover her naked body. Last night had been, well, enjoyable to say the least and for some reason she wasn't the least bit shy about it. Knowing how gentile his touch could be could prove to be an interesting weapon someday.
'Harry,' she thought, 'Will come today,' so with a smile, she lay back down and called Zally to request breakfast. Not even Draco Malfoy could get to her now.
Draco awoke to Ginny eating waffles topped with strawberries and whipped cream. He smiled at the sensuous breakfast. He wondered what he would do if he pushed her down and placed the waffle on her stomach then proceeded to eat it with his hands behind his back. Would she giggle and arch her back causing him to get whipped cream all over her face like Pansy had? Or would she scramble to get away? As curious as he was he decided not to push the sex games right now. Yesterday he had made a decision. He was tired of manipulating her, he desired her, wanted to spoil her like a child, treat her like a pet. He casually ran a finger down her leg under the sheets. She smiled down at him, whipped cream in the corners of her mouth. He was genuinely surprised to see that she hadn't jumped at his touch but instead seemed to welcome it.
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Harry was 'enjoying' Breakfast at the Weasleys. The same eerie silence was present as it had been for the last two days. By now, he had pretty much failed to notice. His letter from Hogwarts had informed him that he was going to be Quiditch captain this year, and his thoughts were on game plans. Latter he and Ron were planning on working on some magical charts for their team.
"Harry," Fred said interrupting his thoughts and snapping him back to reality, "isn't that your owl?" he pointed nonchalantly at the window to where a large snowy owl was peering in.
"Huh, what?" his head snapped up, "HEDWIG!!!" he yelled and scrambled to open the window. He roughly patted her on the head before tearing the letter off her leg.
"Calm down Harry. Who is that from?" Mrs. Weasley asked.
"Ron didn't tell you? It's from Ginny! I sent Hedwig to find her." It was as if someone had flicked a switch, the house had its normal clatter back as all the Weasleys present stood and crowded around Harry to get a look at Ginny's letter. Harry untied and unrolled the note.
"Read it aloud. Read it aloud!" Percy said, and Harry couldn't help but be happy that all the old Weasley personalities were coming back again.
"Alright, Alright" he said.
Harry [He read]
I'm alive though not wholly all right. I'm at the Malfoy Manor! [The was a collective gasp of "THE MALFOY MANOR?!?!" from the Weasleys] Draco Malfoy is pervert but I really don't want to expand on that. ["THE BLOODY GIT" George scowled and pounded his fist into his hand] Please help me! Or send someone! I don't know how much longer I can endure this mental and physical torture. [Mrs. Weasley began to weep] Send more owls please? Harry, please help me. I know you already saved me back in my first year and you almost died because of it but please, send someone. PLEASE.
Ginny
"Father we must take this to the ministry. I'm sure Mr. Links (Percy's new boss) will be more then willing to help."
"No," Mr. Weasley said hoarsely.
"No? Arthur, what are you-"
"No Molly, no" Mr. Weasley cut her off.
"Why ever not?!" Molly shrieked.
"If we take this to the ministry I guarantee Lucious will put a stop to any raiding we want to do on his manor and Ginny will be punished. It's in everyone's best interest, except Lucious's of course, to keep communicating like this with her and to plan on saving her by ourselves.
"Where is the Malfoy Manor?" Fred asked.
"I can't be quite sure," he sighed, "but I'll ask around the Ministry and see what I can find out."
"You did get Mr. Boddle's son out of that Jam, do you think he could help you?" Molly asked, "He is, after all, the head of the department for protection of Magical children."
"Like the rest on the ministry Molly," he said dejectedly, "He's in Lucious pocket too. Why do you think Lucious is the one leading the search for Ginny? That's Mr. Boddle's department."
"So what can we do?" Percy asked.
"Plot." Mr. Weasley replied and the house's chattered started up again, more hopeful than before.