"Ginny," Draco said after she had finished her waffle and had lain back
down next to him, "Did you enjoy yourself?" Ginny forced herself to blush
and turned away. He snuggled up next to her under the covers, "You did
didn't you?" Ginny still didn't replay verbally but Draco saw her head nod
a yes. There was a few moments of silence, "Do you think we could do it
again sometimes?" he finally said. Once again Ginny had to resist the
urge to laugh and make some sarcastic remark like, 'Don't really have a
choice now do I?' Instead, she kept her back to Malfoy and shrugged.
Malfoy, Ginny mused was probably contributing her silence to a 'blushing
bride' effect when in truth it was more of a 'conniving mistress' effect.
Draco ran a finger down Ginny's back before leaving the bed.
"Draco," she finally spoke distracting him as he pulled on his robes.
"Yes Ginny?"
"Do you think I could have some more books? I'm almost done with that other one?" Draco smiled; yes this girl belonged to him now.
"Sure, I'll bring some by later."
"Thank you," she whispered quietly as she grabbed her robes and went to the toilet as to be sure to be close to the door when Draco left. Obviously some sort of charm protected the door because she couldn't touch it without her skin burning. Draco however was able to touch and open the door quiet easily it seemed. As soon as she heard Draco's footsteps nearing the door she pressed her ear to the bathroom wall to here if he was saying and incantation. When there was no sound except the gentle 'click' of the lock she breathed a sigh of relief. That meant that Draco was simply using his wand to lock a muggle lock so if she could lift whatever charm was on the door she could escape. She always knew living with the twins had its benefit. Being able to get out of locked rooms appeared to be one of them. Next, she realized she would need parchment to write letters on. That's why when she told Draco that she needed a little more time with the book. She ran to the table in the corner of the room where the book was laying and carefully tore out the title page along with the very last page so she could write out a letter to her family. She wanted to able to send it as soon as an owl came. If they could get her some information about the charm on the door and such, then her escape would be relatively easy. That way Harry would think she was tough like Cho Chang, that blasted Ravenclaw seeker he was smitten with. Going over the desk, she grabbed out the quills and a bottle of green ink.
Hello! [She scribble on the title page of the book.]
Your letter has given me new resolve. I know you can't tell the ministry you found me because Draco (Being the stupid git that he is...) has already boasted that his father is the one leading the search down at the ministry. I'm obviously not allowed to read magic books but tore this page out of literature. If you could research a few things for me I could get out. I need to know about a charm that would make a door (Namely: the one of the room I'm locked in) burning hot to one person (me) and not at all to another (Draco). Can anyone find the counter charm? Also please find out if the Malfoy Manor is on the floo network. I'm assuming it is but I really need to know what room the fireplace is in. If anyone else has any other useful charms to help me get out I'd really REALLY appreciate it. Thanks so much!
With Hope,
Ginny.
She finished the letter and folded it up. It wasn't until she was tucking it under the mattress in efforts to hide it from Draco that she noticed in horror a large, green, inkblot on her forefinger.
"Shit," she sore, "shit, shit, shit" she ran to the bathroom in hopes of washing them off but water wasn't working. "Shit," she swore once again and ran to check the inkbottle.
'MELVIN'S MAGICAL WATERPROOF INK!!'
The bottle boasted.
'Guaranteed to survive those rainy owl journeys'
"Well isn't that just lovely," she spat and turned the bottle over.
'WARNING'
it read
'MAY CAUSE SKIN TO STAIN FOR UP TO A MONTH'
"A month?!?" she hissed, "A whole blasted month?!? What am I going to do?!? And why am I talking to myself?!" she said exasperated and through her hands up. Well, she reasoned, she had to say it was ink; there was no avoiding that due to the obvious nature of the stain. Even Draco wouldn't be stupid enough to believe some crap about her writing a love letter to him. And it came to her, there was no real legit way she could be writing but she could be writing something harmless. Draco seemed to be off his little power trip. She sat down and using the other page she had torn out of the back of the book, she wrote a small little story about a women with three and how she dealt with them. It was innocent enough. Malfoy would just think she was daydreaming about getting out and living a complete normal life but it wasn't like she was making any plans. Of course now her only worry was Malfoy noticing the title page was missing too, hopefully he wouldn't be that bright. She hid the story in one of the copies of "Witch Weekly Teen" then added
'P.S. Send a little parchment, quills, and ink too!" to her letter
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The regular livelihood of the Burrow was back in full swing. The house, if possible, was even a little louder. Mrs. Weasley was offering Harry fifth helpings, and muttering things like 'helped my baby out twice'; Mr. Weasely was asking Harry if there were any eclectrical muggle things they could use to save Ginny; Ron was chatting excitedly, Percy was saying things like, "Everyone be quiet, we need a plan"; the explosions coming from the twin's room were even louder then before and were frequently followed by shouts of, "LET'S SEE THAT MALFOY BASTERED SURVIVE THAT!" and as if to top it all off, Hermione was staying with them rambling on about how horrible it was that Malfoy would do such a thing. Yes, after writing Ginny a letter explaining why they couldn't go the ministry, promising help, and giving her a few encouraging words, the chaos was back at the Burrow.
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Draco had decided to take a late lunch in Ginny's room. With him he brought two more romance novels claiming, "I've heard girls like those things." Ginny smiled and took the books with her to set them on the corner table. Ginny took care to hide her hand as must she could, mostly covering it with her knife. However, midway through a conversation about getting away with things in Professor Binn's class Draco stopped mid- sentence and focused his gaze on a blob of green peeking out from behind the knife. She followed his gaze and just as she had planned stuck her hand under her body with a scared yelp.
What's that?" he asked harshly,
"What, what are you talking about Draco?" she stuttered.
"That spot your hand, the one you whipped away and are sitting on now." He leaned over the table and grabbed her arm forcing her had up. "That," he said, "What is that?"
"It's... why... well it's..."
"An ink stain?" he finished.
"No," she said and pulled her hand back, "Of course it's not an ink stain."
"Yes, that's that waterproof ink my father has," he said. He rose and stood over her to intimidate her, "What were you writing." he asked
"N-nothing!" she stuttered wide-eyed.
"What was it Ginny?" he lowed his face inches from her.
"I- I" she said.
"Yes...." The calm demeaner was unnerving her.
"I-" she chose this moment to dissolve into tears, "I got bored... and... and I love to write," she sobbed, "You re-remember ...the... the journal... from... f-first year... and..." she whipped her eyes, "Well... I got... got... boarded and.... decided to... to write a... a little story... I tore out the last.... p-p-page of the book. I'm s-so...sorry." She choked, as if trying to stop the tears from coming. Malfoy looked relived, partly because she hadn't been completely going behind his back and partly because she was sobbing so hard at the mere thought of getting him upset.
"Where is it?" he sighed.
"In a copy of W-witch Weekly" Draco walked over to Ginny's table and flipped through the issues until Ginny's little story fell to the ground. He gingerly picked it up and skimmed thought it, relived to see a harmless little story. 'Better check it through with father' he thought, 'just to be sure' and he started towards to door.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"My father." he said, "to give this to him." Ginny couldn't resist the opportunity to stroke his ego.
"No," she gasped, "can't- can't you just deal with it?"
"Why, is this more then it seems? Scared my father will see it for what it is?"
"No." she said truthfully, "I just- I'm scared of your father."
"Aren't you scared of me?" he asked.
"I- well- I'm not as scared as you as I am your father," she said, " I guess I figure you understand, you see how lonely I am. Your father, he'll beat me again or, or worse." she stuttered
"I won't let him lay a finger on you," he said.
"You won't?" she looked up at him eyes wide.
"Nope, but I'm afraid that I'm going to have to punish you for going behind my back." Ginny didn't look up, scared as he raised his wand. It was the first real emotion she was portraying that she was actually feeling since her little outbreak. To her relief though Draco simply pointed his wand at the books.
"Accoi books!" he said and the books flew to his outstretched hands. He turned and left the room. She breathed a sigh of relief as he turned and left the room, then rose to wipe the phony tears from her face and go to the bathroom in order to wash her face, any remnants of the scared, stuttering girl Draco had just observed gone.
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I've gotten some reviews about this actually being a smutfic from a few different people (though I suspect it's just one person using different names...) I don't think this is a smutfic at all. True, it's a little racy but that's why it's R. I consider a smutfic something that's just sex with no plot. I'm aiming for this story to be about Ginny overcoming odds. This doesn't have any real 'sex scenes' in it there's just sex in it. Honestly, if you think it's the worst fic ever, why did you bother getting to chapter 8?
"Draco," she finally spoke distracting him as he pulled on his robes.
"Yes Ginny?"
"Do you think I could have some more books? I'm almost done with that other one?" Draco smiled; yes this girl belonged to him now.
"Sure, I'll bring some by later."
"Thank you," she whispered quietly as she grabbed her robes and went to the toilet as to be sure to be close to the door when Draco left. Obviously some sort of charm protected the door because she couldn't touch it without her skin burning. Draco however was able to touch and open the door quiet easily it seemed. As soon as she heard Draco's footsteps nearing the door she pressed her ear to the bathroom wall to here if he was saying and incantation. When there was no sound except the gentle 'click' of the lock she breathed a sigh of relief. That meant that Draco was simply using his wand to lock a muggle lock so if she could lift whatever charm was on the door she could escape. She always knew living with the twins had its benefit. Being able to get out of locked rooms appeared to be one of them. Next, she realized she would need parchment to write letters on. That's why when she told Draco that she needed a little more time with the book. She ran to the table in the corner of the room where the book was laying and carefully tore out the title page along with the very last page so she could write out a letter to her family. She wanted to able to send it as soon as an owl came. If they could get her some information about the charm on the door and such, then her escape would be relatively easy. That way Harry would think she was tough like Cho Chang, that blasted Ravenclaw seeker he was smitten with. Going over the desk, she grabbed out the quills and a bottle of green ink.
Hello! [She scribble on the title page of the book.]
Your letter has given me new resolve. I know you can't tell the ministry you found me because Draco (Being the stupid git that he is...) has already boasted that his father is the one leading the search down at the ministry. I'm obviously not allowed to read magic books but tore this page out of literature. If you could research a few things for me I could get out. I need to know about a charm that would make a door (Namely: the one of the room I'm locked in) burning hot to one person (me) and not at all to another (Draco). Can anyone find the counter charm? Also please find out if the Malfoy Manor is on the floo network. I'm assuming it is but I really need to know what room the fireplace is in. If anyone else has any other useful charms to help me get out I'd really REALLY appreciate it. Thanks so much!
With Hope,
Ginny.
She finished the letter and folded it up. It wasn't until she was tucking it under the mattress in efforts to hide it from Draco that she noticed in horror a large, green, inkblot on her forefinger.
"Shit," she sore, "shit, shit, shit" she ran to the bathroom in hopes of washing them off but water wasn't working. "Shit," she swore once again and ran to check the inkbottle.
'MELVIN'S MAGICAL WATERPROOF INK!!'
The bottle boasted.
'Guaranteed to survive those rainy owl journeys'
"Well isn't that just lovely," she spat and turned the bottle over.
'WARNING'
it read
'MAY CAUSE SKIN TO STAIN FOR UP TO A MONTH'
"A month?!?" she hissed, "A whole blasted month?!? What am I going to do?!? And why am I talking to myself?!" she said exasperated and through her hands up. Well, she reasoned, she had to say it was ink; there was no avoiding that due to the obvious nature of the stain. Even Draco wouldn't be stupid enough to believe some crap about her writing a love letter to him. And it came to her, there was no real legit way she could be writing but she could be writing something harmless. Draco seemed to be off his little power trip. She sat down and using the other page she had torn out of the back of the book, she wrote a small little story about a women with three and how she dealt with them. It was innocent enough. Malfoy would just think she was daydreaming about getting out and living a complete normal life but it wasn't like she was making any plans. Of course now her only worry was Malfoy noticing the title page was missing too, hopefully he wouldn't be that bright. She hid the story in one of the copies of "Witch Weekly Teen" then added
'P.S. Send a little parchment, quills, and ink too!" to her letter
/*\/*\/*\/*\/*\/*\/*\/*\/*\/*\/*\/*\/*\/*\/*\/*\/*\/*\/*\
The regular livelihood of the Burrow was back in full swing. The house, if possible, was even a little louder. Mrs. Weasley was offering Harry fifth helpings, and muttering things like 'helped my baby out twice'; Mr. Weasely was asking Harry if there were any eclectrical muggle things they could use to save Ginny; Ron was chatting excitedly, Percy was saying things like, "Everyone be quiet, we need a plan"; the explosions coming from the twin's room were even louder then before and were frequently followed by shouts of, "LET'S SEE THAT MALFOY BASTERED SURVIVE THAT!" and as if to top it all off, Hermione was staying with them rambling on about how horrible it was that Malfoy would do such a thing. Yes, after writing Ginny a letter explaining why they couldn't go the ministry, promising help, and giving her a few encouraging words, the chaos was back at the Burrow.
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Draco had decided to take a late lunch in Ginny's room. With him he brought two more romance novels claiming, "I've heard girls like those things." Ginny smiled and took the books with her to set them on the corner table. Ginny took care to hide her hand as must she could, mostly covering it with her knife. However, midway through a conversation about getting away with things in Professor Binn's class Draco stopped mid- sentence and focused his gaze on a blob of green peeking out from behind the knife. She followed his gaze and just as she had planned stuck her hand under her body with a scared yelp.
What's that?" he asked harshly,
"What, what are you talking about Draco?" she stuttered.
"That spot your hand, the one you whipped away and are sitting on now." He leaned over the table and grabbed her arm forcing her had up. "That," he said, "What is that?"
"It's... why... well it's..."
"An ink stain?" he finished.
"No," she said and pulled her hand back, "Of course it's not an ink stain."
"Yes, that's that waterproof ink my father has," he said. He rose and stood over her to intimidate her, "What were you writing." he asked
"N-nothing!" she stuttered wide-eyed.
"What was it Ginny?" he lowed his face inches from her.
"I- I" she said.
"Yes...." The calm demeaner was unnerving her.
"I-" she chose this moment to dissolve into tears, "I got bored... and... and I love to write," she sobbed, "You re-remember ...the... the journal... from... f-first year... and..." she whipped her eyes, "Well... I got... got... boarded and.... decided to... to write a... a little story... I tore out the last.... p-p-page of the book. I'm s-so...sorry." She choked, as if trying to stop the tears from coming. Malfoy looked relived, partly because she hadn't been completely going behind his back and partly because she was sobbing so hard at the mere thought of getting him upset.
"Where is it?" he sighed.
"In a copy of W-witch Weekly" Draco walked over to Ginny's table and flipped through the issues until Ginny's little story fell to the ground. He gingerly picked it up and skimmed thought it, relived to see a harmless little story. 'Better check it through with father' he thought, 'just to be sure' and he started towards to door.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"My father." he said, "to give this to him." Ginny couldn't resist the opportunity to stroke his ego.
"No," she gasped, "can't- can't you just deal with it?"
"Why, is this more then it seems? Scared my father will see it for what it is?"
"No." she said truthfully, "I just- I'm scared of your father."
"Aren't you scared of me?" he asked.
"I- well- I'm not as scared as you as I am your father," she said, " I guess I figure you understand, you see how lonely I am. Your father, he'll beat me again or, or worse." she stuttered
"I won't let him lay a finger on you," he said.
"You won't?" she looked up at him eyes wide.
"Nope, but I'm afraid that I'm going to have to punish you for going behind my back." Ginny didn't look up, scared as he raised his wand. It was the first real emotion she was portraying that she was actually feeling since her little outbreak. To her relief though Draco simply pointed his wand at the books.
"Accoi books!" he said and the books flew to his outstretched hands. He turned and left the room. She breathed a sigh of relief as he turned and left the room, then rose to wipe the phony tears from her face and go to the bathroom in order to wash her face, any remnants of the scared, stuttering girl Draco had just observed gone.
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I've gotten some reviews about this actually being a smutfic from a few different people (though I suspect it's just one person using different names...) I don't think this is a smutfic at all. True, it's a little racy but that's why it's R. I consider a smutfic something that's just sex with no plot. I'm aiming for this story to be about Ginny overcoming odds. This doesn't have any real 'sex scenes' in it there's just sex in it. Honestly, if you think it's the worst fic ever, why did you bother getting to chapter 8?