The disclaimer is in the prologue. I have decided that marks of love cannot be healed magically. I create two spells in this chapter. Inconcessus Commeatus is my spell. It means "forbidden leave". Condono Positus is also my spell. It means "give up position". Reparo is JKR, it means "repair".

The Care and Keeping of Ginny

"Rape her," Lucius commanded.

"I have to touch that muggle lover?"

"You will do as you are told Draco."

"Yes father." And so, Draco dropped his knees and did, if you could call his catching of her wrists with mock roughness, while being so gentle it hurt her, panting next to her ear, his face hidden in the crook of her neck, and his mouth forming a love bite, rape. She knew by the trembling of his body that he was enjoying it, hiding his self-repulsion on her shoulder. His father looked on with pride, making her feel grimy wherever his gaze traveled. She turned her face from his hungry expression, trying not to respond to Draco's movements, anticipating his climax. It was strange; she could feel his peak approaching, not just by his labored breathing, but by a stirring within herself. It was almost as if she was reaching her own climax. She heard him grunt and shudder and finally come to a stop, allowing himself the briefest luxury of resting on her body before leaving her and giving her back to the cold emptiness that his gentle abuse had taken her from. Lucius wrenched her legs apart, one of her legs scratching from a nick in the rock wall. He inspected her most intimate spot.

"She was not a virgin." He gave Draco a questioning glare. Draco shrugged with disinterest as he put his belt back on. Lucius settled himself between Ginny's legs before she could object. She caught Draco's eye as she began to protest, but Draco shook his head and she swallowed her protest along with her pride.

"What's the matter, little girl, you won't scream?" He smacked her buttocks in much the same way one would smack a horse's rump. Lucius' game was one of torture, she knew this now. She turned her head away, watching Draco focus very hard on the dirt on the floor, his cheeks tinged pink.

"The boy won't save you, he doesn't dare defy me." She closed her eyes, memorizing Draco's image as she knew she would see him. Her imagination was as good as any comfort she could find now, while she waited for Lucius to finish with his business.

"You've no backbone, little girl. No fighting, no yelling. You do nothing but lie there like a corpse." He rasped at his joke. Ginny didn't find it funny. "No wonder my son was able. To manipulate you so easily. You're just a tool, a spineless tool to be used. For everyone else's purpose." His breathing became more labored and Ginny knew the end was nearing. She tried to shut his panted words out. "You remember that, girl. You are not your own. You are what everyone else wants you to be. Never what you want to be. How can you have…wants, if you do not desire enough to fight for them?"

Only when Lucius had left her body did she dare look at Draco. He was no knight in shining armor. They were supposed to come riding in and save their damsel in distress. Rape counted as distress, didn't it? Apparently not enough for Draco. He had looked calm and submissive when he left, following his father's footsteps like a little lost puppy. It was disgusting. She had the sweat of father and son covering her. She rubbed her skin, rubbing the grime off her, rubbing their scent of her, rubbing the memory off her. The memory wouldn't leave her. Her hands weren't enough, nails were much better. Scratch them away. Scratch them away. No, they're still there. Scratch harder, scratch harder.

Her arms were bleeding and she stopped to gaze at the red her nails had left in their wake. Scratches on her stomach and her thighs, over her breasts where Lucuis had pinched her, over her love bite, she had scratched them away, they wouldn't be back again, at least not tonight.

"Poor dear, wake up. Shh…it's alright," Ginny opened her eyes to find an angel leaning above her. Her light hair contrasted against the blue light of the moon that gently lit the cell, casting the shadows of the bars against the dark stone. She seemed to glow from within. No, it wasn't an angel, it was a veela. The veela raised her wand. Wand? She closed her eyes, feeling gentle wand taps on her arms and her wounds healing up. She watched as her skin closed over her dark-red scabs. The veela's-she had to be a witch to use a wand- eyes widened slightly, moonlight shining in them. "This must be Draco's." She tapped her wand on the love bite. Nothing happened. A small smile graced the witch's face. "I'll just cover this up." She used a concealing make-up spell. "You're going to have to cover it up every day; I'll bring you some Muggle concealer. You can hide it in the loose rock, 3 up and two to the right from that corner. Now go back to sleep." She raised her wand to Ginny's head, preparing to cast a sleeping spell.

"Wait, who are you?" Narcissa's face mimicked Ginny's mother in her smile.

"My name's Narcissa. Good night, dear."

Ginny awoke the next morning pain free and mark free, so far she could see. Someone- either a house elf or the veela-witch Narcissa- had placed a small meal on the stool by her head. Well, it wasn't really a meal, it was just a sandwich but she devoured it quickly and hungrily. The platter disappeared as soon as she had finished, only to be replaced with a glass of water. Once she had finished the water, the glass disappeared as well, and Ginny disappeared beneath the disappointingly thin blanket as she heard a heavy door creak open, and slam shut. Two pairs of feet echoed in the dungeon, making fear prick at the back of her neck. The barred door to the dungeon open and closed, letting both pairs of feet enter.

"Get up." Draco's voice iced over his rage. Ginny lay still.

"Get up," he repeated, grabbing her arm and nearly dragging her onto the floor. She looked up at him with defiance.

"Get up, stupid girl." The dust from the magical ivy came off on his palm, but he didn't seem to notice. She bowed her head away from his murderous gaze. He watched around her and undid the clasp of her necklace with a breaking snap. She reached for it as it clattered to the ground, but Draco was much faster.

"Reparo. Inconcessus Commeatus. Condono Positus."

            She knew that he had charmed the necklace, with what she knew not. He replaced the necklace around her neck, the icy tips of his fingers sending chills down her spine that she refused to show. He took off the collar and followed his father out of the dungeons.

            "Good work, boy."

            "Thank you, father."