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I groggily came out of my unconscious state, when they threw me none to gently on to a hard, cold, cement floor. I hit something soft as I was rolling but was to out of it to realize what I had hit. I heard the door slam and lock from the outside before I faded into a state of unconsciousness again. I woke up later only to see the soft something I had hit earlier. It was Ginny. She was still knocked out. I looked at her worried about the bruises that I could see, on her arms and face, from being thrown so roughly. As the grogginess began to fade I looked around at my surroundings hoping for some form of an escape plan to begin to shape in my mind. The room would be more appropriately entitled a cell for it had four bare stone walls with a rough wooden door in the front wall. The door had a small window near the top for surveillance. The room was furnished with a small twin sized mattress and ratty blanket, and it had a single light bulb hanging from the middle of the ceiling. I gingerly got up from where I had been sitting; ignoring the pain in my muscles I lifted Ginny and placed her on the mattress. I covered her with the blanket and lay next to her facing the opposite direction as if to give her some privacy. I contemplated the situation that we had so recently been thrown into. I had never seen the man in Ginny's room before. At least not that I could tell but he was wearing a ski mask and large bulky clothing as if to disguise his body type. I need some way to protect Ginny from these people. This was all my fault. If anything happens to her, these people will die, I promise myself, and when a Malfoy promises something.it happens. I turned over wincing through the pain and looked at Ginny. Her face seemed so pale and her skin felt cold against mine. I hope she's ok. I kissed her forehead lightly and covered her a little better with the blanket as I got up to walk around the cell to survey the walls and other openings for a possible way out. It was looking bleak. This was definitely a cell meant to keep the people in it from getting out. I wonder where we are. I couldn't even begin to imagine how long I had been out of it. I suddenly remembered a movie scene that I had watched with Ginny a few days before. In it there had been some girl that had been kidnapped for money. I almost laughed aloud at the thought of how much this resembled a muggle Hollywood kidnapping. I thought of how much I had learned about muggles during the short time I had been at the Weasley's. A small smile creased my features as I sat down against the wall facing the bed and thought about what would happen if it were a Hollywood kidnapping. First, if it were a Hollywood kidnapping then the bad guy would be some Italian mob member or some estranged family member I had never heard of. Then there would be some big chaotic car chase where the kidnappers would barely make it to their hideout without the police catching them. I, of course, would be the hero, and Ginny would be my damsel in distress. I smirked at the musings in my head, knowing fully how much I would enjoy being Ginny's hero. If I were the hero of a Hollywood kidnapping then Ginny and I would get out of here and never return, and just before the end she would kiss me. Not just a peck either, but a passionate kiss that you could still taste days later. I could feel my smirk turn into a grin just thinking about it.
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I woke up to see Draco sitting across the empty room facing me. I saw a small smile embellished on his face that slowly grew into a grin as he thought. He was staring blankly at the wall to my left. "What are you grinning at?" He jumped. "Ginny, You're awake!" I tried to sit up. I hadn't noticed until then the stiffness in my muscles or the throbbing in my skull. I put a hand to my left temple and finished the painful task of sitting. I was just remembering everything that happened last night when a question shot through my mind. "Draco?" I watched him as he got up and walked over sitting on the side of the bed. "Yeah?" "Why did that guy last night say that you said that you cared and trusted me just to get me to sleep with you? What did he mean when he said you say that to all the girls you want to sleep with?" I started to get angry. "How many girls have you slept with?" He took my hand. "Look, I promise you, Ginny, I am still a virgin. He must have some how heard of the reputation that Pansy spread about me at Hogworts. I don't know how this guy knows me and I don't know how he knew about anything that goes on at Hogworts, but no matter what it takes, I am going to make sure that nothing happens to you or to me. We will get home. I just have to think of an escape plan." I thought about this for a minute and was about to respond when the door opened and the guy from my house walked in. He was tall and greasy looking. Like the way I had always pictured the leader of an Italian gang. He had a long nose that slightly reminded me of Snape. He was tall most likely around 6'7", and he was also impeccably skinny. These facts lead me to believe that he had henchmen that probably carried Draco and I from my house. I glare intently at him, while noticing the semi-grandeur clothing that he was wearing. He clears his throat before he begins talking. "I supposed you wonder why you are both here." He answered in silence. "Well, now that Mr. Lucius Malfoy is in prison and the late Mrs. Malfoy deceased, the young Draco Malfoy here is the sole heir to the entire Malfoy fortune. The plan was to originally kidnap just him but since you." He looked at Ginny as he said this. "Were there as well. We had to change the plan a little. It has worked to my advantage having two of you. I originally wanted just the Malfoy fortune but now I want that and $100,000,000 muggle dollars." I gasped remembering about muggle money from the time Hermione and I had gone shopping in a muggle mall. I finally remembered Draco's presence as he spoke up from next to me. "So where in the hell are we?" The man looked at him. "You are currently located in an old prison located in the middle of the forbidden forest. It was used around 100 years ago before Azkaban was built but was deemed unsafe because wizards and witches eventually figured out ways to get out. That's why Azkaban was built in the first place." I watch him, as he keeps looking me up and down. Perv. Draco must have noticed this too because he got up and stood in front of me. "Look, if we're going to be staying here could you at least tell us your name?" The man thought for a moment. "You may call me Mr. Jordan. I almost smirked at this. Mr. Jordan, what kind of a kidnapper name is that? Apparently Draco thought the same thing because he had a smile in his voice as he spoke. "So, Mr. Jordan, when are we going to be set free?" "You will be set free when I get my money. All of it. So if I only get the Malfoy fortune than I will not just keep Red" I grimaced at his new nickname for me. I hate being called Red. "And if I just get the $100,000,000 I will not let Red go for you.
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This guy was really starting to piss me off. First he comes in here with this cocky I-Rule-The-World attitude and then he's disrespecting Ginny by looking at her like she's a piece of meat. He's at least twice her age. Horny Bastard. He probably just got out of prison. No matter, he'll be going back as soon as I figure out a way out of here. Maybe I can manipulate the bastard. "What if I just give you the key to my vault in Gringott's then you can let Ginny and I go." He looked at me. "I will forgive your ignorance and account it to you being so blonde. But no that will not be happening." I took a step closer to the man. "How will anyone know we are alive if they don't have proof shouldn't you send one of us to show them that you didn't already kill us?" He glared at me. "They are just going to have to believe me, because if they want to see either of you again they will need to send the money. And Mr. Malfoy I would like to warn you if you take another step closer you will not like the consequences." I looked at him and defiantly took another step closer. "He rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath. I was suddenly thrown onto the floor. My body was jerking in pain under the crustasius curse. I won't cry. I won't cry. I won't cry. I held back ever tear I could feel forming. I could hear Ginny telling the man to stop it. After what seemed like eternity he finally made it stop. The pain was still there though. "That will teach you Mr. Malfoy not to mess with me." I glared at him through tear brimmed eyes as he left the room. Ginny ran to my side. "Draco! Are you ok?" I tried to sound cheerful as I replied. "Peachy" A tear slowly rolled down my cheek. I felt Ginny brush it away gently. "I'm sorry." Why was she sorry? It was my own fault. "It's ok, it was." I gasped in pain. "My fault." She looked so helpless. Like she wanted to help me but was terrified of hurting me. "Ginny, I'm going to be ok. My father used to do this to me without thinking twice." She had tears brimming in her own eyes at that statement. "Why would anyone do this to their own child?" My breathing was finally returning to somewhat normal. I know I sounded bitter but I didn't care at the moment. "To my father I wasn't a child I was an object he owned." I slowly sat up and made my way to sit on the bed against the wall. Ginny followed and sat next to me. I took her small hand in mine slowly running my thumb over her finger. "How did this happen?" She looked at me questioningly. "How did what happen?" "How did someone like me have a chance to be friends with someone like you?" She smiled. "The same ways I had a chance to be friends with someone like you." I squeezed her hand and leaned over to whisper something in her ear. "You're my best friend but that's not enough for me. Would you be my girlfriend?"
I groggily came out of my unconscious state, when they threw me none to gently on to a hard, cold, cement floor. I hit something soft as I was rolling but was to out of it to realize what I had hit. I heard the door slam and lock from the outside before I faded into a state of unconsciousness again. I woke up later only to see the soft something I had hit earlier. It was Ginny. She was still knocked out. I looked at her worried about the bruises that I could see, on her arms and face, from being thrown so roughly. As the grogginess began to fade I looked around at my surroundings hoping for some form of an escape plan to begin to shape in my mind. The room would be more appropriately entitled a cell for it had four bare stone walls with a rough wooden door in the front wall. The door had a small window near the top for surveillance. The room was furnished with a small twin sized mattress and ratty blanket, and it had a single light bulb hanging from the middle of the ceiling. I gingerly got up from where I had been sitting; ignoring the pain in my muscles I lifted Ginny and placed her on the mattress. I covered her with the blanket and lay next to her facing the opposite direction as if to give her some privacy. I contemplated the situation that we had so recently been thrown into. I had never seen the man in Ginny's room before. At least not that I could tell but he was wearing a ski mask and large bulky clothing as if to disguise his body type. I need some way to protect Ginny from these people. This was all my fault. If anything happens to her, these people will die, I promise myself, and when a Malfoy promises something.it happens. I turned over wincing through the pain and looked at Ginny. Her face seemed so pale and her skin felt cold against mine. I hope she's ok. I kissed her forehead lightly and covered her a little better with the blanket as I got up to walk around the cell to survey the walls and other openings for a possible way out. It was looking bleak. This was definitely a cell meant to keep the people in it from getting out. I wonder where we are. I couldn't even begin to imagine how long I had been out of it. I suddenly remembered a movie scene that I had watched with Ginny a few days before. In it there had been some girl that had been kidnapped for money. I almost laughed aloud at the thought of how much this resembled a muggle Hollywood kidnapping. I thought of how much I had learned about muggles during the short time I had been at the Weasley's. A small smile creased my features as I sat down against the wall facing the bed and thought about what would happen if it were a Hollywood kidnapping. First, if it were a Hollywood kidnapping then the bad guy would be some Italian mob member or some estranged family member I had never heard of. Then there would be some big chaotic car chase where the kidnappers would barely make it to their hideout without the police catching them. I, of course, would be the hero, and Ginny would be my damsel in distress. I smirked at the musings in my head, knowing fully how much I would enjoy being Ginny's hero. If I were the hero of a Hollywood kidnapping then Ginny and I would get out of here and never return, and just before the end she would kiss me. Not just a peck either, but a passionate kiss that you could still taste days later. I could feel my smirk turn into a grin just thinking about it.
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I woke up to see Draco sitting across the empty room facing me. I saw a small smile embellished on his face that slowly grew into a grin as he thought. He was staring blankly at the wall to my left. "What are you grinning at?" He jumped. "Ginny, You're awake!" I tried to sit up. I hadn't noticed until then the stiffness in my muscles or the throbbing in my skull. I put a hand to my left temple and finished the painful task of sitting. I was just remembering everything that happened last night when a question shot through my mind. "Draco?" I watched him as he got up and walked over sitting on the side of the bed. "Yeah?" "Why did that guy last night say that you said that you cared and trusted me just to get me to sleep with you? What did he mean when he said you say that to all the girls you want to sleep with?" I started to get angry. "How many girls have you slept with?" He took my hand. "Look, I promise you, Ginny, I am still a virgin. He must have some how heard of the reputation that Pansy spread about me at Hogworts. I don't know how this guy knows me and I don't know how he knew about anything that goes on at Hogworts, but no matter what it takes, I am going to make sure that nothing happens to you or to me. We will get home. I just have to think of an escape plan." I thought about this for a minute and was about to respond when the door opened and the guy from my house walked in. He was tall and greasy looking. Like the way I had always pictured the leader of an Italian gang. He had a long nose that slightly reminded me of Snape. He was tall most likely around 6'7", and he was also impeccably skinny. These facts lead me to believe that he had henchmen that probably carried Draco and I from my house. I glare intently at him, while noticing the semi-grandeur clothing that he was wearing. He clears his throat before he begins talking. "I supposed you wonder why you are both here." He answered in silence. "Well, now that Mr. Lucius Malfoy is in prison and the late Mrs. Malfoy deceased, the young Draco Malfoy here is the sole heir to the entire Malfoy fortune. The plan was to originally kidnap just him but since you." He looked at Ginny as he said this. "Were there as well. We had to change the plan a little. It has worked to my advantage having two of you. I originally wanted just the Malfoy fortune but now I want that and $100,000,000 muggle dollars." I gasped remembering about muggle money from the time Hermione and I had gone shopping in a muggle mall. I finally remembered Draco's presence as he spoke up from next to me. "So where in the hell are we?" The man looked at him. "You are currently located in an old prison located in the middle of the forbidden forest. It was used around 100 years ago before Azkaban was built but was deemed unsafe because wizards and witches eventually figured out ways to get out. That's why Azkaban was built in the first place." I watch him, as he keeps looking me up and down. Perv. Draco must have noticed this too because he got up and stood in front of me. "Look, if we're going to be staying here could you at least tell us your name?" The man thought for a moment. "You may call me Mr. Jordan. I almost smirked at this. Mr. Jordan, what kind of a kidnapper name is that? Apparently Draco thought the same thing because he had a smile in his voice as he spoke. "So, Mr. Jordan, when are we going to be set free?" "You will be set free when I get my money. All of it. So if I only get the Malfoy fortune than I will not just keep Red" I grimaced at his new nickname for me. I hate being called Red. "And if I just get the $100,000,000 I will not let Red go for you.
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This guy was really starting to piss me off. First he comes in here with this cocky I-Rule-The-World attitude and then he's disrespecting Ginny by looking at her like she's a piece of meat. He's at least twice her age. Horny Bastard. He probably just got out of prison. No matter, he'll be going back as soon as I figure out a way out of here. Maybe I can manipulate the bastard. "What if I just give you the key to my vault in Gringott's then you can let Ginny and I go." He looked at me. "I will forgive your ignorance and account it to you being so blonde. But no that will not be happening." I took a step closer to the man. "How will anyone know we are alive if they don't have proof shouldn't you send one of us to show them that you didn't already kill us?" He glared at me. "They are just going to have to believe me, because if they want to see either of you again they will need to send the money. And Mr. Malfoy I would like to warn you if you take another step closer you will not like the consequences." I looked at him and defiantly took another step closer. "He rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath. I was suddenly thrown onto the floor. My body was jerking in pain under the crustasius curse. I won't cry. I won't cry. I won't cry. I held back ever tear I could feel forming. I could hear Ginny telling the man to stop it. After what seemed like eternity he finally made it stop. The pain was still there though. "That will teach you Mr. Malfoy not to mess with me." I glared at him through tear brimmed eyes as he left the room. Ginny ran to my side. "Draco! Are you ok?" I tried to sound cheerful as I replied. "Peachy" A tear slowly rolled down my cheek. I felt Ginny brush it away gently. "I'm sorry." Why was she sorry? It was my own fault. "It's ok, it was." I gasped in pain. "My fault." She looked so helpless. Like she wanted to help me but was terrified of hurting me. "Ginny, I'm going to be ok. My father used to do this to me without thinking twice." She had tears brimming in her own eyes at that statement. "Why would anyone do this to their own child?" My breathing was finally returning to somewhat normal. I know I sounded bitter but I didn't care at the moment. "To my father I wasn't a child I was an object he owned." I slowly sat up and made my way to sit on the bed against the wall. Ginny followed and sat next to me. I took her small hand in mine slowly running my thumb over her finger. "How did this happen?" She looked at me questioningly. "How did what happen?" "How did someone like me have a chance to be friends with someone like you?" She smiled. "The same ways I had a chance to be friends with someone like you." I squeezed her hand and leaned over to whisper something in her ear. "You're my best friend but that's not enough for me. Would you be my girlfriend?"
