Authors Note: yeah...its been like...a year since i updated anything in
this fanfiction account...horrible i know. anyhow, this is getting updated
now. its kind of a crappy update, but...i hope it will do. Yes, it fully
earns its PG13 ness in this chapter.
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The next morning came far too soon for Draco, he'd slept fitfully the night before; Ginny's screams had constantly woken him up, just after he'd fallen asleep. He was sure she knew she'd been keeping him up, and how she had was a mystery to him. He'd tried every noise blocking spell he knew...after a while, he'd wondered if he was really hearing her at all, or if noises were simply conjured by his imagination.
He eased over onto his side and stared through sleep deprived eyes at the clock on his mantle. Ten thirty...he closed his eyes and reclined back onto the pillow - TEN THIRTY!? A little bell of panic chimed inside Draco's head. THE MEETING! Slapping his forehead he jumped out of bed and reached for his coat, which lay on the floor beside his bed.
Adrenaline pumped coursed through him and he was able to get out the door in under a second before disapparating. He instantly appeared a moment later, in his seat right beside Marcus Flint, who gave him a relived look. Voldemort was not in the room.
"Is he here yet?" he hissed under his breath at Marcus.
"No, good for you. Where have you been?"
"Overslept."
Marcus gave him an incredulous look, "Overslept...you? You never sleep more than a few hours."
"Thats all I got last night."
"Up late, watching Ginny?"
"More like listening to her scream."
Marcus patted his shoulder sympathetically, "I'm sorry, mate, thats the devil. Crabbe and Goyle are watching her right?"
"Yeah I hope, I didn't check to make sure they were awake."
Marcus opened his mouth to respond, but stopped when he noticed a figure begin to shimmer into focus at the front of the room. Seconds later, the dark lord appeared, a scowl on his face. He paced for a moment before announcing in a loud voice, "I'll make this quick. Get into sub-groups, discuss the progress of the aurors and your individual operations. Write me a report and give it to me at the end."
Marcus grinned, "Right, well I have been busy trying to keep Weasley and his little gang away from our torture and information centre. He's getting really close, its kind of unnerving, but I did manage to catch a glimpse of him yesterday...and Potter wasn't with him! Which obviously is excellent for you, because it means that you're doing a good job of distracting him."
"Good..." Draco yawned sleepily, "Would you mind if I dose off for a second? Write the report...I'll owe you one."
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Ginny had been awake for hours trying to undue the belts that strapped her to the bed, success had occurred at around 5 in the morning and she'd been waiting for a time when she knew she would be alone to leave. She'd seen Draco leave a while earlier through the crack in the door, but not having seen Crabbe or Goyle exit the building, she wasn't sure if they were gone too. Hunger, had begun to plague her and she was desperately thirsty.
Not to mention bored. Being locked up in a little room wasn't exactly fun and games as Ginny had quickly realized. She had been envisioning Harry rushing into the room to rescue her in a knightly fashion, but thus far he hadn't shown up. She'd been disappointed by this, but she was sure that Harry would find her - eventually.
Something outside her room clattered and she heard the slow giggle that belonged to Goyle followed instantly by a string of Crabbe's incomprehensible muttering. She sat up, listening, hoping to catch even the shortest phrase that she could understand.
The door clattered open and Crabbe entered grinning stupidly.
"Eh Goyle? come 'ere."
Goyle crashed in behind him, "Yeah, wut is it?"
"Look 'ow pretty she's got."
Goyle turned his head to the side and looked at her, "Right purty."
"Draco didn' say we couldn' hev fun wiv 'er did 'e?"
Goyle pondered this for a moment. Panic rose in Ginny's chest, she didn't know what type of fun Crabbe was talking about, but the sense of dread in the pit of her stomach told her that she didn't want to find out.
Goyle began to chuckle, "Lets take a look at her." Crabbe nodded mutely and clammoured onto the bed. Ginny screamed louder than she had ever in her life, praying that someone, anyone would help her.
Crabbe used one muscular hand to hold her down, and the other to rip her shirt from her body. Ginny bit him in desperation, Crabbe realed back and she saw blood drip from his fingers.
"Why you stupid cow!" bellowed Goyle and he slapped her viciously across the face. He then leaned down on her and kissed her, full on. She struggled helplessly, as his tongue pushed hard against hers. When Crabbe began fiddling with her belt, her fear gave her strength and she bit down once again as hard as she could on Goyle's tongue.
With a suppressed scream he pulled back free of her. She could taste his blood in her mouth. He slapped her again. Now, she could taste her own blood in her mouth mingling with his. Crabbe had her pants off, and was rubbing a huge hand up and down her thigh. She wasn't sure what Goyle was doing, she didn't care.
Suddenly, Goyle was on top of her, and was removing her bra. She squealed in utter terror as he pushed her back onto the cushions of her bed. She closed her eyes and waited...knowing already what Crabbe was going to do.
But then, she heard the door creak open, and someone shouted in a commanding voice, "GET OFF HER!"
Crabbe pressed hard onto her body and fear took over, the world went blank.
**************************************************************************** ********* hehe review. probably there will be more sometime soon. im working on reupdating my stories.
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The next morning came far too soon for Draco, he'd slept fitfully the night before; Ginny's screams had constantly woken him up, just after he'd fallen asleep. He was sure she knew she'd been keeping him up, and how she had was a mystery to him. He'd tried every noise blocking spell he knew...after a while, he'd wondered if he was really hearing her at all, or if noises were simply conjured by his imagination.
He eased over onto his side and stared through sleep deprived eyes at the clock on his mantle. Ten thirty...he closed his eyes and reclined back onto the pillow - TEN THIRTY!? A little bell of panic chimed inside Draco's head. THE MEETING! Slapping his forehead he jumped out of bed and reached for his coat, which lay on the floor beside his bed.
Adrenaline pumped coursed through him and he was able to get out the door in under a second before disapparating. He instantly appeared a moment later, in his seat right beside Marcus Flint, who gave him a relived look. Voldemort was not in the room.
"Is he here yet?" he hissed under his breath at Marcus.
"No, good for you. Where have you been?"
"Overslept."
Marcus gave him an incredulous look, "Overslept...you? You never sleep more than a few hours."
"Thats all I got last night."
"Up late, watching Ginny?"
"More like listening to her scream."
Marcus patted his shoulder sympathetically, "I'm sorry, mate, thats the devil. Crabbe and Goyle are watching her right?"
"Yeah I hope, I didn't check to make sure they were awake."
Marcus opened his mouth to respond, but stopped when he noticed a figure begin to shimmer into focus at the front of the room. Seconds later, the dark lord appeared, a scowl on his face. He paced for a moment before announcing in a loud voice, "I'll make this quick. Get into sub-groups, discuss the progress of the aurors and your individual operations. Write me a report and give it to me at the end."
Marcus grinned, "Right, well I have been busy trying to keep Weasley and his little gang away from our torture and information centre. He's getting really close, its kind of unnerving, but I did manage to catch a glimpse of him yesterday...and Potter wasn't with him! Which obviously is excellent for you, because it means that you're doing a good job of distracting him."
"Good..." Draco yawned sleepily, "Would you mind if I dose off for a second? Write the report...I'll owe you one."
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Ginny had been awake for hours trying to undue the belts that strapped her to the bed, success had occurred at around 5 in the morning and she'd been waiting for a time when she knew she would be alone to leave. She'd seen Draco leave a while earlier through the crack in the door, but not having seen Crabbe or Goyle exit the building, she wasn't sure if they were gone too. Hunger, had begun to plague her and she was desperately thirsty.
Not to mention bored. Being locked up in a little room wasn't exactly fun and games as Ginny had quickly realized. She had been envisioning Harry rushing into the room to rescue her in a knightly fashion, but thus far he hadn't shown up. She'd been disappointed by this, but she was sure that Harry would find her - eventually.
Something outside her room clattered and she heard the slow giggle that belonged to Goyle followed instantly by a string of Crabbe's incomprehensible muttering. She sat up, listening, hoping to catch even the shortest phrase that she could understand.
The door clattered open and Crabbe entered grinning stupidly.
"Eh Goyle? come 'ere."
Goyle crashed in behind him, "Yeah, wut is it?"
"Look 'ow pretty she's got."
Goyle turned his head to the side and looked at her, "Right purty."
"Draco didn' say we couldn' hev fun wiv 'er did 'e?"
Goyle pondered this for a moment. Panic rose in Ginny's chest, she didn't know what type of fun Crabbe was talking about, but the sense of dread in the pit of her stomach told her that she didn't want to find out.
Goyle began to chuckle, "Lets take a look at her." Crabbe nodded mutely and clammoured onto the bed. Ginny screamed louder than she had ever in her life, praying that someone, anyone would help her.
Crabbe used one muscular hand to hold her down, and the other to rip her shirt from her body. Ginny bit him in desperation, Crabbe realed back and she saw blood drip from his fingers.
"Why you stupid cow!" bellowed Goyle and he slapped her viciously across the face. He then leaned down on her and kissed her, full on. She struggled helplessly, as his tongue pushed hard against hers. When Crabbe began fiddling with her belt, her fear gave her strength and she bit down once again as hard as she could on Goyle's tongue.
With a suppressed scream he pulled back free of her. She could taste his blood in her mouth. He slapped her again. Now, she could taste her own blood in her mouth mingling with his. Crabbe had her pants off, and was rubbing a huge hand up and down her thigh. She wasn't sure what Goyle was doing, she didn't care.
Suddenly, Goyle was on top of her, and was removing her bra. She squealed in utter terror as he pushed her back onto the cushions of her bed. She closed her eyes and waited...knowing already what Crabbe was going to do.
But then, she heard the door creak open, and someone shouted in a commanding voice, "GET OFF HER!"
Crabbe pressed hard onto her body and fear took over, the world went blank.
**************************************************************************** ********* hehe review. probably there will be more sometime soon. im working on reupdating my stories.