Disclaimer: It all belongs to J.K. Rowling. Except the Torrie.
Warning: This chapter contains violence, of a sort, and bad language.
Chapter 4
One week earlier
Ginny walked through to the Library of the rather large Scottish castle. The rooms were warm despite the drafts sweeping in from the window. She sat in one of the large chairs and opened the book she had been reading. After a while she put it down and sighed. No matter how much she tried to relax and make use of the time, she couldn't. She felt like a prisoner, even though she was only there to be protected. When they had arrived, Jedoan told her about the many charms that were placed on the castle so that no one other than a fellow Torrie could enter. She did like the quiet though. The serenity of the whole place. She also like Jedoan. A lot.
"Reading again?" She whipped around to see the Torrie smiling at her. She smiled back.
"Yeh, I was just spending a little time with myself."
"Do you mind if I intrude? I find myself wishing for your company."
She smiled and put down her book. "No, come on in. Is everything alright?"
"Uh huh. Everything's great. We can leave soon."
"Oh, that's good to hear."
"You don't like my company?" He asked, a hurt look crossing his features.
"Oh, no, it's not that! I just miss my work and family and friends. And... Life." She lowered her head and didn't notice him get up. He knelt in front of her and placed his hands on her knees. Her eyes flew open and she stared into his dark blue ones.
"I'm sorry Ginny. I know how tough this is for you. Don't worry, you can get back to your life soon enough." He smiled and leaned forward slowly. "Just hang in there." She stared into his eyes, mesmerised, as his lips touched hers lightly. They pressed harder and she found herself responding to the kiss, her hands moving up and into his thick black hair. He held her upper arms as he kissed her slowly and passionately. Ginny didn't know when she had stood up, but she suddenly found herself in his arms, her hand working at the clasp to his robes. Hers was undone already and on the floor. She let out a soft moan as his hands travelled over her body and his lips travelled down her neck. Her eyes were open now and her hands slowed as she realised she had been chanting a name in her mind the whole time. But not Jedoan's. Draco's. She placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him away firmly.
"No. I'm sorry. I... I can't. I can't do this Jedoan. I'm sorry." She took a calming breath and looked into his eyes that were full of raw passion. And something else she couldn't figure out.
"Hey, no, it's alright. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have kissed you... I'm sorry Ginny."
She nodded. "I'm going to my bed."
*******
Present time
Ginny tried once more to loosen the cords that were tied around her wrists, but they were charmed.
"Mmfh!" she tried to scream around the cloth that gagged her, but only a muffled noise came out. She had been there, tied to the bed, for two days now. She was wearing a white camisole that left nothing to the imagination and white panties. Her feet were bound together and her ankles were red from trying to get her feet out of the cords. Her face was stained with tears, her underwear stained with her blood. She winced again as she irritated the long cut that crossed her stomach. Her hair fell in clumps of bloody, sweaty strands and fell across her face. Her eyes darted to the door as she heard movements outside.
Don't come back! Stay out there, please...
The door pushed open and someone stepped inside. Her eyes filled with tears as she saw that it was Jedoan. He moved towards her.
"He'll be pleased... I've never failed him before, you know, that's why he got me. I'm the best at what I do. A master of the art. Others would have been done and over with it. But I take my time and make sure everything goes perfectly." He reached out a hand to stroke her cheek. She tried to twist her head away, but he hit her across the face. Her cheek went red with both shame and the pain.
"I don't know what you did to anger him, but you shouldn't have done it."
She tried to speak again and he smiled. He removed the gag. She licked her lips and took a deep breath. She didn't even try to scream, because she knew there was no one to hear her.
"Who?" she croaked through her dry throat. She cleared her throat and tried again. "Who hired you? What is it he wants? Why are you doing this to me? You're a Torrie for crying out loud! You're supposed to protect me!"
His eyes glittered and he grinned maliciously. "Oh, little girl. You are so naive. Mr. Malfoy hired me to do this. I'm no Torrie. Torrie Asterix is in the far East doing his job." Ginny's eyes widened and she whimpered.
"Oh, precious, don't worry. It'll be over soon. And it won't hurt half as much as you think it will." He paused, then grinned. "No, I take that back. It will hurt. Very much." He stepped towards her and procured a dagger in his hand. He lay the cold blade against her cheek. "It's a shame. You and I were getting along, and you're so pretty."
"Please," She pleaded. "Don't do this. Please don't hurt me." She whimpered again as he moved the tip down to the collar of her camisole. The material tore easily beneath the blade and he drew it down slowly.
"I prefer not to use magic." He explained. "Makes it more... exciting!" He leaned forward and kissed her, rubbing her cheek with his free hand.
"Let go of her."
The man turned, startled, to stare into the icy chips of grey that were Draco Malfoy's eyes.
"Don't make me have to repeat."
The imposter grinned, his handsome face twisting crudely. "Well if it isn't Malfoy Junior! And why exactly would I let her go? She's so small and pretty. Just look at her smooth skin..."
Draco stepped made to step forward, but stopped when Ginny cried out. He looked to see the blade of the knife drawing blood from her arm.
"I don't think you want to intervene. Unless, of course, you want a piece of the action? Miss Weasley here is so ripe and free for the taking." He offered.
Draco's eyes darted to Ginny's frightened ones. She looked tired, scared, drawn and vulnerable, lying there, her hands tied above her head. He made sure no emotion showed in his eyes, but it took all his strength to keep from going to her. He turned back to the man.
"I'll tell you one more time, to let her go."
The man threw back his head to laugh and in that time, Draco whipped out his wand.
"Petrificus totalus!" He shouted, and the man froze, dropping heavily to the ground.
Draco and Ginny both stayed where they were, staring at the frozen body. Draco looked up at Ginny, his heart making crunching noises in his throat.
"Ginny," he whispered, taking a step toward her. She looked at him and he nearly took a step back. Her look hadn't changed. She still looked frightened and wary. She didn't say anything, or move. He took a deep breath and moved to her side. He reached out a hand to touch her, but drew back when she flinched away from him. He noticed the dried blood staining her underwear and shifted his questioning eyes back to hers, fearful.
"My God, Gin, what did he do to you?" he whispered. He undid the ropes at her hands and her feet. Slowly, she curled herself into a ball, turning her back to him. "Ginny, please... Ginny, we have to get out of here. We have to get you home. Gin?"
"I don't want to go home. Take me to Hermione. Please."
Draco stood over her, feeling both hurt and alone. "Okay Gin... let's go." He gathered her stiff body against his chest and closed his eyes, disapparating out of the cold castle.
He reappeared outside of the Potter home.
"Harry!" he called. "Hermione!"
The door flew open and Harry stepped out of the house. "Draco? What are you- Oh my God."
Harry broke off as he saw the body that Draco was carrying. Hermione stepped up beside him and gasped. "Get her inside." She ordered quickly.
Draco walked briskly into the house, followed closely by Harry and Hermione. He set Ginny down on the couch and she once again turned away from him. She let Hermione look at the cuts, bruises and scratches that marked her body and Hermione healed them as best she could. Harry was on the phone to Mrs. Weasley, telling her that Draco had found Ginny, and that she could come by tomorrow. Draco was pacing back and forth by the door, running his hands through his hair when Harry came back into the room. Draco stopped pacing and looked up when he felt Harry's eyes on him.
"What the hell happened to her?"
Draco stood there in silence, staring at Harry. He opened his mouth, but shut it again, not knowing what to say.
"Dammit Malfoy, what happened to her?!" Harry shouted, taking a menacing step toward Draco.
"Harry, stop that! You're not helping the situation!" Hermione sent a glare his way before returning to Ginny. "Ginny?" She whispered, brushing dirty red hair from her friend's forehead. "Ginny, can you hear me?"
"I can hear you." She replied softly.
"Tell me how you're feeling. Where hurts?"
Ginny's eyes closed and she swallowed, but didn't answer.
"Ginny?" she asked again.
"Please just let me sleep Hermione?" she whispered. Hermione sat back and sighed, looking up at the men.
"She's tired. Let her sleep. We can talk in the morning."
Draco swallowed and his eyes darted from Hermione to Ginny and back again. "I want to stay. Please, let me stay with her?"
Harry and Hermione exchanged glances, but were distracted when Ginny stole a quick glance at Draco, before pressing herself farther into the couch.
"Draco, I'm not sure that that's a good idea. You look tired too, why don't you go home and get some rest? You can come back in the morning."
Draco bit his lip before nodding his agreement. He went to the door and Hermione followed behind him. She placed a hand on his shoulder before he could leave the house. "I'll take care of her for you, don't worry."
Draco said nothing, but left the house and apparated.
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Draco returned to the room where he had found Ginny. He picked the man up off the ground and put him on the bed. He took the spell off him and watched as he shook his head and stood up, looking around in confusion.
"What's your name?" asked Draco, startling the wizard.
"Archie Reynolds." He said after a long silence.
"Who sent you?"
"Why should I tell you?"
"Who sent you?" Draco repeated.
"Fuck off."
Draco looked down at his wand that he was twirling between his hands. "You don't know how much I hoped you'd refuse to tell me." He put his wand away and turned to the man.
Archie doubled over as Draco's fist hit him in the gut. He groaned and clutched his stomach. Draco took the opportunity to bring his knee up into Archie's face. Archie howled, now clutching at his nose.
"You son of a bitch!" He yelled.
"I know that already." He replied and grabbed the guy's left hand, pulling it up and behind him. Archie's howl was cut short as Draco slammed his chest into the stone wall. "Who sent you?" he asked quietly.
"The Queen mum."
Draco flung him around and punched him repeatedly in the stomach, his face contorted into a vicious sneer. He pushed the guy away and he fell to the ground. Blood was trickling from the corners of his mouth.
"Who sent you?"
Archie remained silent and Draco turned away, only to turn back and kick him in the stomach. "You fucking asshole! Who the hell told you to do that to her! A defenceless woman! Which toilet were you brought up in? You're bloody disgusting!" With every sentence Draco sent another kick at Archie's stomach. He stopped abruptly and wiped his forehead. He knelt and put his face close to the crippled man's. "I hope you rot in hell. And if you don't, I'll be coming after you to beat the horse shit out of you." He got up and pulled his leg back, kicking the feeble stomach of the once-handsome man to a pulp.
A/N: Personally, I thought the last scene wasn't all that great, but I have a lot of questions when it comes to killing methods in the Wizarding world. But I like this chapter. Especially when Draco brings her to Harry and Herm.
Warning: This chapter contains violence, of a sort, and bad language.
Chapter 4
One week earlier
Ginny walked through to the Library of the rather large Scottish castle. The rooms were warm despite the drafts sweeping in from the window. She sat in one of the large chairs and opened the book she had been reading. After a while she put it down and sighed. No matter how much she tried to relax and make use of the time, she couldn't. She felt like a prisoner, even though she was only there to be protected. When they had arrived, Jedoan told her about the many charms that were placed on the castle so that no one other than a fellow Torrie could enter. She did like the quiet though. The serenity of the whole place. She also like Jedoan. A lot.
"Reading again?" She whipped around to see the Torrie smiling at her. She smiled back.
"Yeh, I was just spending a little time with myself."
"Do you mind if I intrude? I find myself wishing for your company."
She smiled and put down her book. "No, come on in. Is everything alright?"
"Uh huh. Everything's great. We can leave soon."
"Oh, that's good to hear."
"You don't like my company?" He asked, a hurt look crossing his features.
"Oh, no, it's not that! I just miss my work and family and friends. And... Life." She lowered her head and didn't notice him get up. He knelt in front of her and placed his hands on her knees. Her eyes flew open and she stared into his dark blue ones.
"I'm sorry Ginny. I know how tough this is for you. Don't worry, you can get back to your life soon enough." He smiled and leaned forward slowly. "Just hang in there." She stared into his eyes, mesmerised, as his lips touched hers lightly. They pressed harder and she found herself responding to the kiss, her hands moving up and into his thick black hair. He held her upper arms as he kissed her slowly and passionately. Ginny didn't know when she had stood up, but she suddenly found herself in his arms, her hand working at the clasp to his robes. Hers was undone already and on the floor. She let out a soft moan as his hands travelled over her body and his lips travelled down her neck. Her eyes were open now and her hands slowed as she realised she had been chanting a name in her mind the whole time. But not Jedoan's. Draco's. She placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him away firmly.
"No. I'm sorry. I... I can't. I can't do this Jedoan. I'm sorry." She took a calming breath and looked into his eyes that were full of raw passion. And something else she couldn't figure out.
"Hey, no, it's alright. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I shouldn't have kissed you... I'm sorry Ginny."
She nodded. "I'm going to my bed."
*******
Present time
Ginny tried once more to loosen the cords that were tied around her wrists, but they were charmed.
"Mmfh!" she tried to scream around the cloth that gagged her, but only a muffled noise came out. She had been there, tied to the bed, for two days now. She was wearing a white camisole that left nothing to the imagination and white panties. Her feet were bound together and her ankles were red from trying to get her feet out of the cords. Her face was stained with tears, her underwear stained with her blood. She winced again as she irritated the long cut that crossed her stomach. Her hair fell in clumps of bloody, sweaty strands and fell across her face. Her eyes darted to the door as she heard movements outside.
Don't come back! Stay out there, please...
The door pushed open and someone stepped inside. Her eyes filled with tears as she saw that it was Jedoan. He moved towards her.
"He'll be pleased... I've never failed him before, you know, that's why he got me. I'm the best at what I do. A master of the art. Others would have been done and over with it. But I take my time and make sure everything goes perfectly." He reached out a hand to stroke her cheek. She tried to twist her head away, but he hit her across the face. Her cheek went red with both shame and the pain.
"I don't know what you did to anger him, but you shouldn't have done it."
She tried to speak again and he smiled. He removed the gag. She licked her lips and took a deep breath. She didn't even try to scream, because she knew there was no one to hear her.
"Who?" she croaked through her dry throat. She cleared her throat and tried again. "Who hired you? What is it he wants? Why are you doing this to me? You're a Torrie for crying out loud! You're supposed to protect me!"
His eyes glittered and he grinned maliciously. "Oh, little girl. You are so naive. Mr. Malfoy hired me to do this. I'm no Torrie. Torrie Asterix is in the far East doing his job." Ginny's eyes widened and she whimpered.
"Oh, precious, don't worry. It'll be over soon. And it won't hurt half as much as you think it will." He paused, then grinned. "No, I take that back. It will hurt. Very much." He stepped towards her and procured a dagger in his hand. He lay the cold blade against her cheek. "It's a shame. You and I were getting along, and you're so pretty."
"Please," She pleaded. "Don't do this. Please don't hurt me." She whimpered again as he moved the tip down to the collar of her camisole. The material tore easily beneath the blade and he drew it down slowly.
"I prefer not to use magic." He explained. "Makes it more... exciting!" He leaned forward and kissed her, rubbing her cheek with his free hand.
"Let go of her."
The man turned, startled, to stare into the icy chips of grey that were Draco Malfoy's eyes.
"Don't make me have to repeat."
The imposter grinned, his handsome face twisting crudely. "Well if it isn't Malfoy Junior! And why exactly would I let her go? She's so small and pretty. Just look at her smooth skin..."
Draco stepped made to step forward, but stopped when Ginny cried out. He looked to see the blade of the knife drawing blood from her arm.
"I don't think you want to intervene. Unless, of course, you want a piece of the action? Miss Weasley here is so ripe and free for the taking." He offered.
Draco's eyes darted to Ginny's frightened ones. She looked tired, scared, drawn and vulnerable, lying there, her hands tied above her head. He made sure no emotion showed in his eyes, but it took all his strength to keep from going to her. He turned back to the man.
"I'll tell you one more time, to let her go."
The man threw back his head to laugh and in that time, Draco whipped out his wand.
"Petrificus totalus!" He shouted, and the man froze, dropping heavily to the ground.
Draco and Ginny both stayed where they were, staring at the frozen body. Draco looked up at Ginny, his heart making crunching noises in his throat.
"Ginny," he whispered, taking a step toward her. She looked at him and he nearly took a step back. Her look hadn't changed. She still looked frightened and wary. She didn't say anything, or move. He took a deep breath and moved to her side. He reached out a hand to touch her, but drew back when she flinched away from him. He noticed the dried blood staining her underwear and shifted his questioning eyes back to hers, fearful.
"My God, Gin, what did he do to you?" he whispered. He undid the ropes at her hands and her feet. Slowly, she curled herself into a ball, turning her back to him. "Ginny, please... Ginny, we have to get out of here. We have to get you home. Gin?"
"I don't want to go home. Take me to Hermione. Please."
Draco stood over her, feeling both hurt and alone. "Okay Gin... let's go." He gathered her stiff body against his chest and closed his eyes, disapparating out of the cold castle.
He reappeared outside of the Potter home.
"Harry!" he called. "Hermione!"
The door flew open and Harry stepped out of the house. "Draco? What are you- Oh my God."
Harry broke off as he saw the body that Draco was carrying. Hermione stepped up beside him and gasped. "Get her inside." She ordered quickly.
Draco walked briskly into the house, followed closely by Harry and Hermione. He set Ginny down on the couch and she once again turned away from him. She let Hermione look at the cuts, bruises and scratches that marked her body and Hermione healed them as best she could. Harry was on the phone to Mrs. Weasley, telling her that Draco had found Ginny, and that she could come by tomorrow. Draco was pacing back and forth by the door, running his hands through his hair when Harry came back into the room. Draco stopped pacing and looked up when he felt Harry's eyes on him.
"What the hell happened to her?"
Draco stood there in silence, staring at Harry. He opened his mouth, but shut it again, not knowing what to say.
"Dammit Malfoy, what happened to her?!" Harry shouted, taking a menacing step toward Draco.
"Harry, stop that! You're not helping the situation!" Hermione sent a glare his way before returning to Ginny. "Ginny?" She whispered, brushing dirty red hair from her friend's forehead. "Ginny, can you hear me?"
"I can hear you." She replied softly.
"Tell me how you're feeling. Where hurts?"
Ginny's eyes closed and she swallowed, but didn't answer.
"Ginny?" she asked again.
"Please just let me sleep Hermione?" she whispered. Hermione sat back and sighed, looking up at the men.
"She's tired. Let her sleep. We can talk in the morning."
Draco swallowed and his eyes darted from Hermione to Ginny and back again. "I want to stay. Please, let me stay with her?"
Harry and Hermione exchanged glances, but were distracted when Ginny stole a quick glance at Draco, before pressing herself farther into the couch.
"Draco, I'm not sure that that's a good idea. You look tired too, why don't you go home and get some rest? You can come back in the morning."
Draco bit his lip before nodding his agreement. He went to the door and Hermione followed behind him. She placed a hand on his shoulder before he could leave the house. "I'll take care of her for you, don't worry."
Draco said nothing, but left the house and apparated.
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Draco returned to the room where he had found Ginny. He picked the man up off the ground and put him on the bed. He took the spell off him and watched as he shook his head and stood up, looking around in confusion.
"What's your name?" asked Draco, startling the wizard.
"Archie Reynolds." He said after a long silence.
"Who sent you?"
"Why should I tell you?"
"Who sent you?" Draco repeated.
"Fuck off."
Draco looked down at his wand that he was twirling between his hands. "You don't know how much I hoped you'd refuse to tell me." He put his wand away and turned to the man.
Archie doubled over as Draco's fist hit him in the gut. He groaned and clutched his stomach. Draco took the opportunity to bring his knee up into Archie's face. Archie howled, now clutching at his nose.
"You son of a bitch!" He yelled.
"I know that already." He replied and grabbed the guy's left hand, pulling it up and behind him. Archie's howl was cut short as Draco slammed his chest into the stone wall. "Who sent you?" he asked quietly.
"The Queen mum."
Draco flung him around and punched him repeatedly in the stomach, his face contorted into a vicious sneer. He pushed the guy away and he fell to the ground. Blood was trickling from the corners of his mouth.
"Who sent you?"
Archie remained silent and Draco turned away, only to turn back and kick him in the stomach. "You fucking asshole! Who the hell told you to do that to her! A defenceless woman! Which toilet were you brought up in? You're bloody disgusting!" With every sentence Draco sent another kick at Archie's stomach. He stopped abruptly and wiped his forehead. He knelt and put his face close to the crippled man's. "I hope you rot in hell. And if you don't, I'll be coming after you to beat the horse shit out of you." He got up and pulled his leg back, kicking the feeble stomach of the once-handsome man to a pulp.
A/N: Personally, I thought the last scene wasn't all that great, but I have a lot of questions when it comes to killing methods in the Wizarding world. But I like this chapter. Especially when Draco brings her to Harry and Herm.