Ginny was only half way to Gryffindor tower when she was pulled into an abandoned classroom by an invisible force.

            "Let me go!" she demanded, whirling on whoever her attacker might be and pulling her wand; she pointed it haphazardly to where she thought her attacker might be, still on the defense from Draco's earlier attack.  Her heart was pounding.  Should she try and pull rank, and tell whoever it was that he was going to be in trouble with her husband?  It could save her life…

            "It's me!" Harry said, pulling the cloak off, "are you okay?" he raked his eyes over her, wondering what bruises the potion was concealing.  "Did he touch you?  Did you fight him?  Please tell me he didn't hurt you," he pleaded earnestly. 

            "He—"she took a deep breath.  She was done with tears.  There would be no more crying: no more! "—I took your advice and went limp," Ginny paused as Harry's skin turned into a shade similar to his eyes.

           "Did it work?" he asked, but his voice was filled with forced calmness.

            "I obviously couldn't do it completely, but it, well, I think it will help."

            "You uh-think he'll do this again, then?"

            "I know so!" Ginny said.

            Harry hugged her and murmured into her hair, "you were right; you should have fought it."

            "Didn't you just hear me?  I told you I thought it was going to work," she said.

            "Er-right," Harry said, "I just felt bad about being so er-cold," he tried to cover.  The truth was, he didn't want Draco anywhere near Ginny, and if he was, Harry would much rather believe that she was fighting back with all her might.

            "No, it's okay, you were saying what had to be said," Ginny said and snuggled her head onto his chest.  "Let's stay here for dinner, eh?  Do you think Dobby will bring dinner up to us?  Draco is still asleep upstairs so I think the contract will let me skip the Great Hall."

            Harry nodded and the two sunk down to the ground to cuddle.

~

            Draco lounged back in bed, still not having bothered to get dressed.  Where was she?  Probably with Potter, but he didn't have the energy to pursue her now, and besides, what would he do when he found her?  This last fiasco had been a disaster.  She'd just stopped reacting, but even so, her screams of pain weren't nearly as satisfying as her screams of pleasure.  He wanted his pet back in his arms when they were making love.  Or—whatever they had been making back then.  It was so much better than this.  He thought back to those times, when she'd hide her blushing face in her shoulder and wrap her arms around his neck.  That had always felt so…right…so…perfect.   Being on top of her this time was hardly considered satisfying, in fact, it was so unsatisfying that he had been worried he wouldn't even finish.  If she'd fought it, things would have been very different though.  At least then he would have been able to dominate her, and get out all of his frustrations that she wasn't his pet anymore.  This had been horrific at best.  What could he do now?  He was a Slytherin; he should be able to figure out what to do.  'All right,' he thought, 'let's think about this logically.  What do you want?  For it to not feel like I'm shagging a ruddy corpse when I'm supposed to be shagging my wife.  Now how can you accomplish that? Well I could make it much more painful for her.  Then she'd have no choice but to struggle.  Of course, if I do anything too drastic I don't think she could handle it, and then I'd have a crazy wife on my hands.  I don't need that.  I could threaten her; tell her that if she pulls something like that again, I'll lock her in a cell for the entire Easter Break.  But that's a long way off; she'd probably find a way out of by then. So what's left then?  The only thing you could do now would be to seduce her,' he thought with a chuckle. 'Hey wait a minute.  That's a good idea.  If she's just going to lie there limp, I still know what she likes from the summer.' He smiled to himself and dozed off again.

~

            Around twelve, Ginny woke up and found she was getting ready to leave.  She did manage to wake Harry up and hastily explain to him that the contract was forcing her to retreat back to Draco, before people noticed anything.  He nodded sleepily, kissed her on the cheek before he dozed off again.

            She walked back to her own room not bothering to fight the contract.  Draco would be asleep by now, and this last time had been so unsatisfying she was sure he'd need at least another two days before he could talk himself into believing it would be better next time.  When she said the password and the door swung open however, she was shocked.  The room's usual torchlight was dimmed and there were plenty of candles flickering all around the room.  Draco was lying on the bed, asleep. But when she quietly shut the door behind her, he woke up.

            "Hello there, my gorgeous wife," he said, rolling over to face her.

            "Hi," Ginny said bewildered, and started reaching for her wand, very slowly.

            "Oh no, you won't be needing that," Draco said and accioed her wand to him.  Ginny gaped; there was something wrong about this.  She turned towards the door to open it, determined to leave with or without her wand, but when she put her hand on the knob, she found it was burning.  Damn that charm!  She whirled around again towards him and backed away from his advancing form, only stopping when she found herself backed against the wall.  Draco gently pulled her to him, whilst Ginny made herself feel like a rag doll.  He carried her, baby style, over to the bed where he gently set her down.  Slowly, he began to undress her and Ginny tried to ignore his hands leisurely roaming her body.

            'If you can ignore him hitting you, you can ignore this!' she thought.  But this was entirely different.  This felt good and part of her wanted to feel this.  She tried ignoring him, or thinking of something completely gross, but every time his mouth or hands would find a new spot to concentrate on, she'd gasp out in pleasure.  She was betraying Harry by enjoying this.  What would he say if he knew?  But thinking of Harry brought new thoughts into her head.  What had he said this morning?  Something about the easiest way to turn him off was the act as if all his efforts to arouse her had been for naught.  Well she was trying that, and it wasn't working.  So what if she struggled?  Then he'd hit her, and get pleasure out of that, so then she'd go back to being limp, then he'd go back to doing what he was doing now.

           She grasped the sheets beside her, trying not to let him force her to finish.  She only succeeded in calming herself down a bit, when she closed her eyes and pictured the only person she could think of who was more revolting than Draco Malfoy, Professor Snape, on top of her, but Draco seemed to realize that she was doing something like that and centered all his attention on a spot that made Ginny gasp out so much so that she didn't care if it was Voldermort himself on top of her.

            Draco was being driven mad by each little gasp of pleasure that escaped her lips.  'I bet Potter's never made you do that,' Draco thought.  He smiled when he observed the way her little hands were grasping the sheets next to her so hard her knuckles were turning white.  She was his again.  His his his his his!

            The idea came to Ginny just when Draco was massaging her thigh trying to get her to open her legs to him. The idea was so good that she had to hold back laughing at the thought that it hadn't occurred to her before.  It was so simple!

            "Oh Harry," she said in breathy moan.  The effect of these two little words was instantaneous and unmistakable.  Draco's hand stopped messaging her leg and relocated to her hair and pulled, while the other one slapped her across the face.  The next thing she knew, he was inside of her, and she allowed herself to laugh now, which only caused him to go faster and harder.

            He couldn't believe her.  She was such a whore.  He hated her!  How dare she laugh whilst she was under him, and how dare she think of Scarface?  He wished she'd just leave him alone.  Why on earth had he ever wanted to marry this red- haired scarlet woman?  He finished, and she did, too, calling out Harry's name.  He collapsed on the bed next to her and shoved her off onto the stone floor.

            "Sleep down there," he commanded.  Ginny, still laughing, got up and got dressed, before retrieving her wand and her book and reading until he dozed off.

~

            Draco didn't let Ginny leave the room the next day.  He left after breakfast, taking Ginny's wand with him, and didn't return until well after the seventh year's curfew.  He'd spent his time in the library, attempting to study for N.E.W.T.s, telling off kids for whispering too loudly, and boldly yelling at anyone whom he thought was playing footsies under the tables.  When returning to their room was finally unavoidable, he found her curled up in bed asleep, with that same trashy romance novel on the bed next to her.  He concluded that she'd fallen asleep reading when he saw that the torches were all lit and she was still in day robes. He grabbed her upper arm and pulled her onto the floor. 

            "Ow!" she said, awaking at the collision.

            "You're sleeping on the floor from now on," Draco informed her.

            "Fine, but then I get—"

            "You get nothing more than you deserve, and that's the floor with no pillow or sheets.  Curl up like the dog that you are."

            "Well, I suppose it's better than sleeping next to you," she said bitterly.  She curled up on the floor, showing no outward signs of being uncomfortable; however, as soon as she heard Draco's breathing get deep she retrieved her wand from his robes, stunned him, hauled him off the bed, took his place, then returned her wand to his robes.

~

            The great thing about stunning spells, Ginny mused as she looked at Draco on the floor, was that they returned their victim to the original state, meaning that Draco would have no idea he was stunned until he was dead tired for the next day or so.  Maybe, she could keep doing the stunning spells until Draco died of exhaustion, then, maybe, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy would die in the war, leaving Ginny the only surviving Malfoy and then she could control the contract, and she would be married to Harry.  She sighed, knowing it was all just wishful thinking, and that she would probably be married to Malfoy for the rest of her life.  Knowing this didn't make her feel less sick thinking about it.

            She dressed, and got ready for classes, fully intent on not waking Draco up, but apparently, the Malfoy heir skiving off classes was considered an embarrassment, so Ginny bent down and woke him up.  Once he stirred and opened his eyes, Ginny flew downstairs to the Great Hall, where, she saw with a smile, Harry, Ron, and Hermione's faces all lit up when the saw her.

            "Hello!" she said cheerfully when she sat down.

            "Hi!" Ron said, "boy, are we glad to see you!  Where were you yesterday?"

            "Oh, well I just felt like having one of those lazy Sundays; you know?  Draco gave me some time alone in our room so I could just relax while he got some work done.  He's such a sweetheart; he said he didn't want to stress me out by studying for N.E.W.T.s around me."

            Harry stared at her for a full minute, his fork halfway to his mouth, before he realized she was acting under the influence of the contract.

            "So, you were alone for the whole day then?" Ron asked.

            "Completely," she said truthfully, hoping they would believe her.

            "Well, it's good to hear you could er—relax, then," Ron said casually, but Ginny saw that his face changed slightly, and the easy going look became slightly more genuine.

            "So how is studying going for you lot then?" Ginny asked sincerely.

            "They've hardly started studying at all!" Hermione said.  "Ten hours a week!  Personally I'm doing thirty-five to forty, but I wish I could find time for more…" and Hermione was off on an exam tirade.  It was only January; June was ages away.  She hadn't started studying for O.W.L.s until late April, and Hermione had practically been in a fit about it.  She'd gotten seven, which she considered a pretty decent number.  Ron had gotten eight, two years before, but Hermione had been hounding him to study then, too.  She wondered how many Draco had gotten, she only hoped it was less then seven.  It would feel so good to be better than him at something. 

            Just as this thought crossed her mind, she felt a hand delicately wrap around her shoulder.

            "Sweety," Draco said, "why don't you come and sit with me at my table?" Ginny wanted to disagree; she so wanted to stay here with her friends and family, but she had to agree with Draco.

            "I'd love to!" she said happily and stood, "you understand, don't you Ron.  I promise you I'll sit with you at Lunch."  Ha, there. Now Draco couldn't make her sit with him at lunch, then she'd embarrass the family by blatantly lying.

            Draco led her over to the table and when he didn't think anyone could hear him, he whispered in her ear, "you're never, ever, ever, going to see Potter alone again."  Ginny ignored him and flipped her hair defiantly.

            Draco was as good as his word.  Even though she kept court with Draco at the Slytherin table that morning, and she spent her morning classes, dreaming of having lunch with her friends and family, he still managed to spoil her genius plan by sitting with her at the Gryffindor table.  It was quite the site really, and had Ginny not been so furious at him for ruining her time with the trio, she would have found it quite comical.  He looked exceedingly out of place there, and although Harry, Ron, and Hermione knew exactly what was going on and sat right by her and Draco, the other Gryffindors wouldn't go within two feet of their little group.  And it wasn't only for that day; everyday he made sure that Ginny ate breakfast and dinner at the Slytherin table, while he would eat lunch at her table.  She was quite certain he wouldn't have allowed her even lunch if she hadn't promised Ron that she'd eat lunch with him everyday when they passed the Gryffindor table.  He didn't stop at meals either.  Somehow, he'd figured out both her and Harry's schedules and when they would be able to cross in the hallways, and he was always there to take her arm and guide her away.  She hated him. No, loathed him.  Every time he drew near her, she wanted to throw a tantrum.  Somehow, during every class, she managed to convince herself that he wouldn't be there, but he was.  After dinner, he would guide her up to their room forcefully take her wand, and leave her locked inside.  It was almost like August; the only company she had was Draco.  No one in Gryffindor would talk to her now.  Kelly, who Ginny distinctively remembered saying that she wouldn't have minded being rescued by Draco Malfoy, now felt it was her Gryffindor duty to make sure that Ginny had no friends whatsoever.  Apparently marrying a Malfoy was grounds for excommunication in Gryffindor.  Ginny supposed she couldn't blame them.  If Kelly had married Malfoy, she would have been convinced she was a Death Eater, too.  That didn't make life any easier for her.  For two weeks, life was a living hell.

            "I'll be back around ten." Draco had said sweetly as he tucked her wand into his robes.

            "I hate you!" Ginny called after him.  They had been doing that for two weeks straight.  Everyday, Draco would leave with her wand and Ginny would be stuck in that room.  Without a wand, she had no way of getting out and, no means of telling anyone what Draco was doing.  She tried passing notes in classes to be passed on to Ron or Hermione, but the contract wouldn't let her.  She'd tried giving Ron cards at meals, but Draco had intercepted those.  The thing was, she was certain they could get in if they only knew the password.  After all, she had opened the door with the charm on it, and moments later it had kept her inside.  It wouldn't surprise her if Harry had tried to get into her room once or twice, but because of the silencing charm, she hadn't heard him.  Around the middle of the second week, she had finally grown so bored, she'd written a letter to Mrs. Malfoy asking for a book about pregnancy and infants.  She'd handed it to Draco and quietly asked if he could send it off to his mother.  He looked skeptical but broke the seal and read aloud,

           "Dear Mrs. Malfoy—you know you really should call her Mother now," Draco had interrupted, but she gave him a withering look and he continued, "would you mind sending me a book about pregnancy?  I know I'm a long way off from having the baby but I'm dying of boredom and I'd very much like to know what's happening to my little one. Thank you, Ginny—Tsk, you've ended this letter wrong.  You should sign your proper name, Mrs. Draco Malfoy or at the very least, Virginia Malfoy," he had informed her with a smirk.

            "Fine! Whatever, I don't care.  Change the ruddy ending if you must, but just send my blasted letter!"

            "Such a temper Mrs. Malfoy, you really ought to watch that."  Ginny had ignored him, and he'd left with her letter inside his palm.  She took the liberty of assuming he'd sent it, because he had returned empty-handed that night.  By the end of the second week, she was just giving up hope when she found something that had great potential to help her.  In the bottom of her trunk, hidden against the bottom edge, was one of Fred and George's joke wands.  They had crafted this one to look just like hers, and she suspected it had been in her trunk for ages.  They had probably placed it there years ago in hopes she would grab it one day on her way to class and it would change into a toad in the middle of Transfiguration, but never dreaming it would be so helpful.  Yesterday, she had taken the wand with her, and at the end of Charms, her last class of the day, she had stuck her real wand in the waistband of her skirt while she put the fake one in her bag where she usually kept it.  While Draco slept that night, she had taken the charm off the door and spent today anxiously waiting for evening to come.

            Draco had taken the wand unceremoniously from her bag and left.  She waited ten minutes until she was certain Draco wasn't coming back before she started writing her note to the trio.

Hello you Lot!

            I'll see you when you can tell me my wedding anniversary at the door!  Mind you, the only time I'm really free to talk is after dinner.

It was short and simple, but she was positive they would know exactly what it meant.  She avoided signing her name in case the contract wouldn't let her send it like that.  When she was confident Draco was gone for the night, she ran up to the owlry.

            "Hedwig, hey Hedwig," she had hissed when she saw the owl.  She hooted and affectionately nipped her finger before taking the letter she had in her beak and immediately flying down to Harry.  Ginny loved that owl; it was as if she knew exactly what was needed.

            For her part, Ginny returned to her dorm to do her homework.  The only good thing about being locked up for so long is that her grades were skyrocketing.  She'd even started enjoying potions.  Snape was being nicer to her ever since she came back to school as Mrs. Draco Malfoy.  Tonight, after sticking her wand in her backpack and promising herself that she'd find a better place for it later, she grabbed her transfiguration text and started writing her essay; she planned on making it an extra ten inches.  Before now, she'd never been able to comprehend how Hermione managed to make her essays so long, but now that she was trying she realized that there was so much information when she really searched for it.  Her books and papers were sprawled out on the bed, and she was lounging back when she heard someone say the password and the door sprung open to reveal no one, but a second later the door was shut and Ron, Hermione, and Harry were standing in the doorway.

            "What are you doing here?" Ginny hissed.  "Draco could be back any minute!" This wasn't true; Draco wasn't due back for at least another two hours.  But Ginny, who had just gotten her freedom was in for long haul, had no plans of doing anything that could threaten it.

            "Relax," Hermione said, "I'm on map duty," and she pulled out the Marauders Map and announced that Draco was still at his table in the library.  She plopped down on the bed amongst Ginny's transfiguration books and continued to study the map.

            "Are you okay?"  Harry asked, "What has he been doing to you?  Where have you been all these nights?  Draco's been in the library.  Why haven't you shown up in Gryffindor tower?"

            "It's the damn charm on the door!" Ginny said, "It's the same one as last August, and Draco's been taking my wand every night and won't give it back to me until we leave breakfast the next morning.  He's been sleeping with it locked in his trunk, which has some sort of spell on it so only he can open it.  The only reason I could send that owl today was because I found one of Fred and George's trick wands in the bottom of my trunk and I made Draco believe that was my real wand!" Ginny said exasperated.  It sounded as if they were blaming her for being locked up; she couldn't have that!

            "What has he been doing to you?" Harry asked again.

            "Nothing.  He's been making me sleep on the floor for ages now.  It's horrible; he won't give me so much as a sheet and he has my wand so I can't conjure anything!"

            "He's not trying anything?"  Harry asked bewildered, "why not?"

            Ginny hesitated, how was she going to put this, "I er—gave him the impression that I was thinking of you during er—uh—activities…" Ginny said and everyone looked up at her, even Hermione.

            "You pictured me hitting you?!?!"  Harry bellowed, and Ginny was glad the room was sound proof.

            "No, no listen, the second time he tried something, he tried to make me er—make me enjoy it," she whispered, "but I er—made him think I was thinking of you, and he's been too scared to touch me since."  Ginny's face was now roughly the color of her hair as she hid her face in her hands.

            "OH NO!" Hermione said, "I got distracted, Draco's headed this way, he's right down the hall."

            "Damn!  This is why I didn't want you guys here until tomorrow when we'd have more time!  Under the cloak, and hide in the corner.  He's not going to give you an opportunity to get out of the door once he opens it.  You're going to have to wait until he's asleep."  The trio nodded, and huddled under the invisibility cloak in the corner.  Ginny plopped down on the bed, smoothing out the covers where Hermione had sat and tried to look surprised when Draco opened the door.

            Harry watched the scene from the cover of the invisibility cloak with interest.

           "It's not ten yet," Ginny said blandly checking her watch.

            "No it's not.  But I forgot my charms book back here and the essay is due tomorrow." Draco supplied as he went to get his book from his trunk, but then he straightened and stood there watching her for a second, as if waiting for something.

            "Yes?" she asked, looking up from her essay.

            "Clear off the bed and get on the floor," he said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

            "Can't we just share the bed tonight?" she asked.  Harry, though he knew it was unfair, felt a little wronged at Ginny's suggestion.  Why would she want to share the bed with him?

            "Right, I'm supposed to let you climb into bed with me like a good little girl wife when you'll be thinking about Potter the whole time.  I'm not the moron you think I am."  Harry wanted to disagree.  After all, here was 'Potter' under an invisibility cloak just feet from him.

            "Look," she said, "at this point, I'm pretty sure the only thing running through my head will be, 'this is a hell of a lot more comfortable then the floor.'  After you slept on the floor for two weeks straight, you wouldn't care if you were sleeping next to Harry," Ginny spoke up.

            "What are you implying?"  Draco snapped at her.

            "Simply that sleeping on the floor sucks," Ginny said giving him an odd look.  Harry couldn't help but notice that she looked like she was biting back a comment or two, but she wasn't sure who's sake she was doing it for.

            "Malfoy women don't talk like that," Draco said, and by the way he said it, Harry had a feeling that he'd said something like that numerous times by now.

            "You know, Malfoy women probably don't sleep on the floor either," Ginny bit back.

            "They do if their husbands tell them to!  Look," Draco said drawing his wand, "clear off the bed or I'll vanish your transfiguration essay."  Scowling, Ginny got up from the bed and started relocating things to the table, but apparently, she wasn't moving fast enough for him because mid way through her clearing, Draco sent all her books flying onto the floor, and one of them hit Ginny right in the stomach. She doubled over in pain, but Draco paid her no heed while he set himself on the bed.  Harry watched, hating the other boy more than he ever had.  Ginny, sending Draco a scathing look, began moving the rest of the things to the table.  She was moving to sit in a chair when Draco casually swiped his wand and she fell to the ground instead.

            "What the hell was that for?" she bellowed turning around.

            "I believe I said floor," Draco said swishing his wand again and tipping the books on the table back onto the floor in a heap without so much as looking up from his charms essay.

            "Why can't I sit at the table?" Ginny bellowed, "What the hell is wrong with the table?  You just said clear off the bed!"

            "I did not," Draco said calmly, "I said, 'clear off the bed, and get onto the floor.'  Now you're doing your homework on the floor like I told you to."

            "Ugh!  I HATE YOU!"  Ginny yelled, grabbing a book and flinging it at him.  He ducked, and the book smashed into the wall where his head had been, hitting so hard the spine broke.  Harry sincerely wished Draco's head had still been there.

            "Such a temper Mrs. Malfoy," Draco said making a tsking sound.

            Ginny responded, appropriately Harry thought, by whirling another book at him. "I hate you! I hate you!" she yelled again.  "I wish you were dead!" she screamed as she sent another book flying.  Harry wondered if she remembered they were there.

            "Alright.  I've had enough," Draco announced and stunned Ginny, sending her to the floor in a heap.

            It was another three long hours before Draco Malfoy fell asleep and the trio was able to make an exit.  Harry was tempted to make Ginny more comfortable, but on the off chance that Draco somehow noticed, he didn't want to make things worse for her.  Harry didn't know how she was going to survive this.

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