Draco landed smoothly and swiftly into. . .a large tree.
"Shit." He muttered under his breath, brushing a strand of silver/blonde hair from his eyes as he tried to untangle his legs from a particularly sharp branch. Why did his father have to grow so many bloody large and spiky trees in his garden (if you can call about 8 fields and a huge courtyard a garden.)? Sorry, make that Lucius. He no longer had a father. A sudden recollection of unpleasant memories swarmed into Draco's mind like a horde of bees, making his frustration turn to anger. He kicked and struggled in the branches, desperately trying to free himself.
"Merlin, what are you the Whomping bloody Willow?!" He growled at the tree before falling to the ground with an extremely loud thump. Gingerly rubbing his back he produced his wand from his trench coat (which was now covered in dead leaves) and summoned his broom from the strong clutches of the tree. Casting a disguising spell he stumbled towards the grand building about 100 metres away muttering under his breath about "demonic trees" and "bloody Ginny" and his "poor aching back".
"So." Lucius Malfoy left the sentence hanging thickly in the air as he stared down at the pretty face, damp with sweat. The perspiration, of course, was more with what events might take place, rather than what has been. He had barely touched her since the slap 45 minutes ago, and for Lucius, that was saying something. He couldn't help but notice the naked hate in the girl's eyes, causing him to Malfoy-smirk (such an infamous smirk deserves its own name).
". . .Virginia. Why the face, hmm? I mean; your bedroom is most likely the finest room you've ever laid eyes on - the bed probably costing more money than you have ever seen. If you ask me, your life is just peachy." He finished this with yet another smirk.
Ginny refused to look at him, keeping her eyes downcast whilst he insulted her, her family and anything he could think of. The magical binds on her wrists and feet were cutting into her skin, causing her great discomfort. Once he had finished his malicious ranting she could practically feel the smirk stretching onto his ugly face. Upon seeing her squirm in the binds, attempting to get more comfortable, Lucius grinned, " Getting restless, are we? Well, don't worry, dear. . .not long to wait now." At this she muttered something, presumably horrible, that seemed to begin with the letter B. . .and then possibly an A. . .maybe followed by an S (get the picture?). Her captor immediately dropped his mocking tone -
"What was that?" His voice was icy and sharp. When she didn't answer he bent down so his face was level with hers, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him. "I don't think you quite understand. Let me enlighten you: You will probably die. Your boyfriend will probably die. No one except Draco knows where you are. . .and he is as useless as a robe with no head hole." Ginny thought this was a weird simile, but said nothing - her face hurt too much from where Lucius had a death-grip on it. Ouch. "Now," He continued, his voice sharp as a needle, " I'm getting tired of all this talk, let's have some fun. I, being a gentleman of the highest class-" he was cut off by Ginny's snort of suppressed laughter, "-of the highest class, I wouldn't dream of hitting a lady." Ginny breathed a sigh of relief, but still felt the slight burning sensation on her cheek from where he'd slapped her. "However. . ." Oh great, Ginny sighed mentally; the big but. ". . . These two gentlemen have no problem whatsoever with it, as they have almost as little class as they have intellect." Two great big rocks that Ginny supposed if you were feeling very imaginative you could call men, lumbered out of the shadows. They would have scowled at Lucius' cutting comment if they knew what intellect meant. So they just set about looking as menacing as possible. They were very good at it. Ginny thought, in what could very well be the last moments of her life that they looked amazingly like Crabbe and Goyle. Perhaps they were.
"Wha' d'you wan' us to do?" The slightly broader one asked Malfoy Senior. The other one nudged him in the ribs, and Ginny was expecting a crack but The Big One was seemingly unaffected. He blinked a moment and then grinned, as though a light bulb had just gone off in his head. "Oops. . .wha' d'you wan' us to do, masterrrrr?"
"I do not care, just so long as you don't kill her. She's yours until Draco gets here.then I want her back so I can use her to lure him in. He's probably making his pathetic way here already, so whatever you do, make her scream enough for him to hear it. It should speed him up a bit." He smiled grimly at this, and as he swept out the room Ginny couldn't help but expect an evil and manic cackle. But then, she had always been one for tradition.
Draco stood outside the Manor, pushing the painful memories of his miserable childhood out of his mind and concentrating on getting through the most likely cursed walls and into this god-forsaken home (for want of a better, more fitting word) to get that pain in the ass otherwise known as Ginny back. He decided to do what he really didn't think he should be doing. . .he rang on the doorbell.
Lucius stood up at the sound of his wizarding doorbell (basically, it identified the person on the other side of the door).
"DRACO!" cried the doorbell, with sickening enthusiasm. Lucius had been expecting his son to make a dramatic entrance by swinging through a window on a vine or something; ringing the bell seemed most. . .drab. Nevertheless he smoothed his cloak and opened the door, his eyes set in a cold stare, giving nothing away.
"Yes?"
Draco breathed deeply, there was no going back now.
"Hello. . .Lucius. I am here to take back a Miss Virginia Weasley." Draco kept his tone icy so as not to let on how painful this was for him. He was not big on reunions; he hadn't attended the Hogwarts School one two years ago, either.
"Good afternoon, Draco. I'm terribly sorry but I don't think I can help you there." As the words escaped Lucius' mouth a loud, blood-curdling scream erupted from somewhere below the floor. Draco tried hard not to flinch - that was definitely Ginny.
He made an attempt to step past Lucius, knowing it was useless, which indeed it was. Lucius merely placed a hand on Draco's chest.
"So, Draco, how do you like the sound of this? I take you to see Ginny if you win."
"Win what?" Draco certainly did not like the sound of this.
"Oh, just a duel. Nothing new. I merely want to see if I have taught you anything in your time of living here."
Draco remembered Lucius' methods of teaching with a shudder, but nevertheless he nodded hesitantly and allowed himself to be led to the duelling hall.
Ginny's face felt as if it were on fire. She was trying hard not to cry, she had always hated crying in public, it's so embarrassing. She had found out one thing though, these two oafs were the two and only Crabbe and Goyle. She had figured as much from their simple conversations that seemed to go along the lines of, 'hey, Crabbe, punch her again!' Or "Goyle. . .that was fun." Wincing through her pain she looked up at Goyle, only to see him approaching her with a glint in his eye that she most certainly did not like the look of. Not one little bit. Not at all. She attempted to break free from her chair, only succeeding in falling - chair and all - to the floor. She heard them chuckling, and she closed her eyes in frustration. When she opened them again, a large, ugly face was grinning back at her with yellowing teeth.
"Now, girl, you ain' screamin' 'nough fr'us. We don' wan' Lucius angry. . .so we're gonna untie you from the chair and chuck you 'round a bit, k?"
She spat in his face in reply. Ginny knew it wasn't smart, but who cared? She was going to die anyway. . .might as well have some fun. He slowly wiped the spit from his face, before shrugging and proceeding to tear the chair from her.
He picked her up by her waist and threw her up against the wall with a large SMACK. Ginny's back felt like it had been shattered. Ouch. The other one then kicked her till she couldn't bear it much longer. Then, when she thought she'd died, she was beaten with a chair leg. That was the last straw and Ginny let out a huge scream. She could hear, someone saying,
"Dat's more like it."
Draco was tired, very tired. He had battled with Lucius to the point of exhaustion and neither of them seemed to win. He had had an amazing amount of dark curses flung at him, most of which he'd managed to block, but this recent one was a jet of poison that was slowly seeping into his blood. Draco could feel his head grow light and his stomach churning. Definitely not good. But he could hear crashing noises floating up from beneath his feet and knew he had to get to Ginny fast. He closed his eyes, cleared his head and fought back against this monster who he had once called Father.
A/N: I am so unbelievably sorry about the HUGE wait from this chapter to the next. If I don't already have your email, please leave it in the review bit (along with a review! () so I can email you when I update next. You may have to wait a while till the next update, seeing as I haven't even start the next chapter! So. . .any suggestions????
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"Shit." He muttered under his breath, brushing a strand of silver/blonde hair from his eyes as he tried to untangle his legs from a particularly sharp branch. Why did his father have to grow so many bloody large and spiky trees in his garden (if you can call about 8 fields and a huge courtyard a garden.)? Sorry, make that Lucius. He no longer had a father. A sudden recollection of unpleasant memories swarmed into Draco's mind like a horde of bees, making his frustration turn to anger. He kicked and struggled in the branches, desperately trying to free himself.
"Merlin, what are you the Whomping bloody Willow?!" He growled at the tree before falling to the ground with an extremely loud thump. Gingerly rubbing his back he produced his wand from his trench coat (which was now covered in dead leaves) and summoned his broom from the strong clutches of the tree. Casting a disguising spell he stumbled towards the grand building about 100 metres away muttering under his breath about "demonic trees" and "bloody Ginny" and his "poor aching back".
"So." Lucius Malfoy left the sentence hanging thickly in the air as he stared down at the pretty face, damp with sweat. The perspiration, of course, was more with what events might take place, rather than what has been. He had barely touched her since the slap 45 minutes ago, and for Lucius, that was saying something. He couldn't help but notice the naked hate in the girl's eyes, causing him to Malfoy-smirk (such an infamous smirk deserves its own name).
". . .Virginia. Why the face, hmm? I mean; your bedroom is most likely the finest room you've ever laid eyes on - the bed probably costing more money than you have ever seen. If you ask me, your life is just peachy." He finished this with yet another smirk.
Ginny refused to look at him, keeping her eyes downcast whilst he insulted her, her family and anything he could think of. The magical binds on her wrists and feet were cutting into her skin, causing her great discomfort. Once he had finished his malicious ranting she could practically feel the smirk stretching onto his ugly face. Upon seeing her squirm in the binds, attempting to get more comfortable, Lucius grinned, " Getting restless, are we? Well, don't worry, dear. . .not long to wait now." At this she muttered something, presumably horrible, that seemed to begin with the letter B. . .and then possibly an A. . .maybe followed by an S (get the picture?). Her captor immediately dropped his mocking tone -
"What was that?" His voice was icy and sharp. When she didn't answer he bent down so his face was level with hers, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at him. "I don't think you quite understand. Let me enlighten you: You will probably die. Your boyfriend will probably die. No one except Draco knows where you are. . .and he is as useless as a robe with no head hole." Ginny thought this was a weird simile, but said nothing - her face hurt too much from where Lucius had a death-grip on it. Ouch. "Now," He continued, his voice sharp as a needle, " I'm getting tired of all this talk, let's have some fun. I, being a gentleman of the highest class-" he was cut off by Ginny's snort of suppressed laughter, "-of the highest class, I wouldn't dream of hitting a lady." Ginny breathed a sigh of relief, but still felt the slight burning sensation on her cheek from where he'd slapped her. "However. . ." Oh great, Ginny sighed mentally; the big but. ". . . These two gentlemen have no problem whatsoever with it, as they have almost as little class as they have intellect." Two great big rocks that Ginny supposed if you were feeling very imaginative you could call men, lumbered out of the shadows. They would have scowled at Lucius' cutting comment if they knew what intellect meant. So they just set about looking as menacing as possible. They were very good at it. Ginny thought, in what could very well be the last moments of her life that they looked amazingly like Crabbe and Goyle. Perhaps they were.
"Wha' d'you wan' us to do?" The slightly broader one asked Malfoy Senior. The other one nudged him in the ribs, and Ginny was expecting a crack but The Big One was seemingly unaffected. He blinked a moment and then grinned, as though a light bulb had just gone off in his head. "Oops. . .wha' d'you wan' us to do, masterrrrr?"
"I do not care, just so long as you don't kill her. She's yours until Draco gets here.then I want her back so I can use her to lure him in. He's probably making his pathetic way here already, so whatever you do, make her scream enough for him to hear it. It should speed him up a bit." He smiled grimly at this, and as he swept out the room Ginny couldn't help but expect an evil and manic cackle. But then, she had always been one for tradition.
Draco stood outside the Manor, pushing the painful memories of his miserable childhood out of his mind and concentrating on getting through the most likely cursed walls and into this god-forsaken home (for want of a better, more fitting word) to get that pain in the ass otherwise known as Ginny back. He decided to do what he really didn't think he should be doing. . .he rang on the doorbell.
Lucius stood up at the sound of his wizarding doorbell (basically, it identified the person on the other side of the door).
"DRACO!" cried the doorbell, with sickening enthusiasm. Lucius had been expecting his son to make a dramatic entrance by swinging through a window on a vine or something; ringing the bell seemed most. . .drab. Nevertheless he smoothed his cloak and opened the door, his eyes set in a cold stare, giving nothing away.
"Yes?"
Draco breathed deeply, there was no going back now.
"Hello. . .Lucius. I am here to take back a Miss Virginia Weasley." Draco kept his tone icy so as not to let on how painful this was for him. He was not big on reunions; he hadn't attended the Hogwarts School one two years ago, either.
"Good afternoon, Draco. I'm terribly sorry but I don't think I can help you there." As the words escaped Lucius' mouth a loud, blood-curdling scream erupted from somewhere below the floor. Draco tried hard not to flinch - that was definitely Ginny.
He made an attempt to step past Lucius, knowing it was useless, which indeed it was. Lucius merely placed a hand on Draco's chest.
"So, Draco, how do you like the sound of this? I take you to see Ginny if you win."
"Win what?" Draco certainly did not like the sound of this.
"Oh, just a duel. Nothing new. I merely want to see if I have taught you anything in your time of living here."
Draco remembered Lucius' methods of teaching with a shudder, but nevertheless he nodded hesitantly and allowed himself to be led to the duelling hall.
Ginny's face felt as if it were on fire. She was trying hard not to cry, she had always hated crying in public, it's so embarrassing. She had found out one thing though, these two oafs were the two and only Crabbe and Goyle. She had figured as much from their simple conversations that seemed to go along the lines of, 'hey, Crabbe, punch her again!' Or "Goyle. . .that was fun." Wincing through her pain she looked up at Goyle, only to see him approaching her with a glint in his eye that she most certainly did not like the look of. Not one little bit. Not at all. She attempted to break free from her chair, only succeeding in falling - chair and all - to the floor. She heard them chuckling, and she closed her eyes in frustration. When she opened them again, a large, ugly face was grinning back at her with yellowing teeth.
"Now, girl, you ain' screamin' 'nough fr'us. We don' wan' Lucius angry. . .so we're gonna untie you from the chair and chuck you 'round a bit, k?"
She spat in his face in reply. Ginny knew it wasn't smart, but who cared? She was going to die anyway. . .might as well have some fun. He slowly wiped the spit from his face, before shrugging and proceeding to tear the chair from her.
He picked her up by her waist and threw her up against the wall with a large SMACK. Ginny's back felt like it had been shattered. Ouch. The other one then kicked her till she couldn't bear it much longer. Then, when she thought she'd died, she was beaten with a chair leg. That was the last straw and Ginny let out a huge scream. She could hear, someone saying,
"Dat's more like it."
Draco was tired, very tired. He had battled with Lucius to the point of exhaustion and neither of them seemed to win. He had had an amazing amount of dark curses flung at him, most of which he'd managed to block, but this recent one was a jet of poison that was slowly seeping into his blood. Draco could feel his head grow light and his stomach churning. Definitely not good. But he could hear crashing noises floating up from beneath his feet and knew he had to get to Ginny fast. He closed his eyes, cleared his head and fought back against this monster who he had once called Father.
A/N: I am so unbelievably sorry about the HUGE wait from this chapter to the next. If I don't already have your email, please leave it in the review bit (along with a review! () so I can email you when I update next. You may have to wait a while till the next update, seeing as I haven't even start the next chapter! So. . .any suggestions????
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