Chapter Six
Ginny stood from the bed and threw the book on the floor. That was it. She'd had it with Malfoy and his temper.
She threw open her door and walked to his door, taking a deep breath. Ginny knocked loudly and waited.
"What do you want Weasley?" Draco called threw the door.
"Please come to your door, I wish a word." Ginny told him in a commanding voice.
"No." Draco called out. Ginny gritted her teeth. What was the point of knocking if she was just going to be dismissed? She kicked the door open and waltzed into his room.
"Get up." Ginny told him, the tears from earlier gone from her face. Draco was lying on his bed reading a book with glasses on. He stood from his bed and walked over to her, setting the glasses by the book.
"What?" He asked. Ginny slapped his face as hard as she could, throwing her weight into it. "BLOODY HELL!?" Draco yelled holding his inflicted cheek.
"Don't you dare tell me to fuck off again Malfoy!" Ginny spat at him. She angrily stomped out of the room slamming his door closed and walking down to the kitchens.
......
Draco watched her stomp out of his room sassily. He felt his pants tighten around his middle and immediately shook his head.
'You can't think of her like that. You know you can't. She's a...Weasley.' His mind screamed, but his libido was saying differently. He smirked and walked back over to his book and sat back down on his bed.
She had spunk, he would give her that. He knew he should be cursing her for slapping him but he couldn't help but smile.
Draco tried to concentrate back on his book but his mind wouldn't let him. Slowly he found himself walking out of his room, stopping at her door. He knocked softly as he heard her sobbing threw the door.
"WHAT?!" She yelled out.
"May I please come in?" Draco asked. He listened to her shuffle around in her room.
"No."
"Ginevra, would you please open your door?" he called threw the door keeping his voice calm. He heard her sigh as she opened the door.
"Well? What is it Malfoy?" Ginny spat. He stepped forward and placed a soft kiss on her lips.
"I'm apologetic." Draco whispered into her ear. He felt her shiver as he kissed her neck.
Ginny felt him kiss her neck. She stiffened. Not again.
As his hand slid to her back she imagined the things that would happen next. He would push her to the ground gruffly, hold her hands above her head and savagely beat her with his other hand until she couldn't move. Then he would shove himself into her roughly, bruising her tender thighs. He would bite her neck and nipples as hard as he could to hear her respond. He was sick.
Ginny pushed him back as hard as she could and fell to the floor, scrambling away.
"No. Please no." She whimpered curling into a ball on the floor. Draco looked at her in a sadly anger and bent down in front of her.
"Get up Weasley. I wasn't going to rape you." He stood and stalked out of the room angry at her and himself.
.....
Ginny slowly calmed down and stood from the floor, her arms hugging her body. She walked out of the room and ran down the halls of the Manor until her legs wouldn't run any more. She stopped in front of a golden door and opened it slowly.
"He-hello?" Ginny called.
"Mrs. Malfoy needs something?" Hannah the elf asked from behind her. Ginny jumped and whirled around.
"No. Hannah, what is this room?" Ginny asked.
"Mistress Malfoy's chambers." The elf answered.
"Thank you that will be all Hannah." Ginny whispered as she walked into the bedroom, closing the door behind her.
The walls were black along with the ceiling, creating a gothic kind of look. A large grey rug covered some of the shiny black tile and slipped slightly under the bed. As she looked around, touching things as she passed, she noticed the void of pictures in the room. There were no books, pictures, or anything that could be considered sentimental. Ginny slowly made her way to the bed; it had black sheets and a black comforter, with red satin pillow cases. It was the only color in the room Ginny noted.
'What would it feel like to be Narcissa Malfoy? Would you feel at all?' Ginny thought.
She backed away from the room slowly and left it, closing the door securely. Ginny rubbed her arms suddenly feeling better just by leaving the room. It possessed a quality that made you want to leave, or made you feel like you weren't supposed to be there.
Ginny laughed at the last thought. She really wasn't supposed to be there.
She walked back to her room in a trance and pulled back out Draco's Journal, picking up where she left off.
.....
Journal, I just realized that I wrote an entire entry about that chit with the name I can't remember. Shame really. In potions today, I threw some extra frog's eyes into Potters caldron. It exploded and Snape got pissed. Weasley about wet his pants. It was great.
Ginny scanned the rest of the entry. Nothing important was on it. It went on about tormenting Harry and Ron. She flipped to the next entry; something slipped from the book and fell to the floor. Ginny picked it up reading it.
Draco,
Your stunt at Christmas will not be forgotten boy. You will pay once I recuperate.
I was informed that you helped a Weasley. You will cease any ties with the Weasley's and you will no longer converse to the girl. You will wed Pansy Parkinson or Millicent Buldstrode. You have no alternative.
Your commitment to our common friend should be pledged this weekend. You will do as I say.
L.M.
Ginny sighed and read the entry in the journal.
Lucius thinks I'm going to join his Deatheaters. Says I'm not to talk to the Weasley chit. That only makes me want to snog her senseless. On second thought, no. Who is he to say who I marry?! I assure you that it will not be those to HOGS. Worse than previously mentioned fat-so. I would rather die than join those 'men' in there fight to kill Potter. Yeah. That's what I want to be. A follower of a geezer and a Potty head. Exactly! Father really can read my mind.
Ginny flipped the page and continued reading.
Father sent a self-destructing owl. I'm to be initiated the last day of school. That's in two weeks. I'm that S word that goes with being weak that I haven't written in weeks, months. I have been ill at mind.
I cannot join the Deatheaters, but if I don't they will kill me. I have no way out and I refuse to ask for help. Who would help me? There is no one.
Father also sent an owl saying mother passed away. Shortly after that I received a torn letter from a beaten owl. It was from mother.
She described to me a meeting she had over heard. Lucius was going to kill her, to further the cause. I have never really loved mother, but this troubled me. How could father promise her like that? She said he went into her room that night and forced sex upon her, and then with every deatheater. Even Voldemort had a go. Then she apologized for her actions, praying that I forgave her. I don't. She knew at the time what she was doing. Seventeen years of it, she knew it the entire time. I do not forgive her, but I release her.
Ginny couldn't believe this. Lucius letting all of the Deatheaters rape his wife. Suddenly the black room made since. That was probably not the only time that he forced himself on her. She had been in the same place and position as Ginny. Empathy filled her as she read the next entry.
Tomorrow I graduate. I will run away never to be seen again. Father will never find me. Over these past two weeks I have been withdrawing money daily from Gringots. I have over 200 galleons and I will be leaving. Potter thought he had it bad. Boo fucking who Potter, at least your parents loved you for a little while. I was just a task. Something that had to be done to carry on a fucking putrid name.
I hate myself. Why was I even born? To live this hell hole of a life. To agitate Potter? I hoped for so much more. Gone.
I hate you Potter. You and your perfect little world. So you have to live with muggles. OH WELL! Jackass. Don't you ever think?
I hate all of you Weasley's. Always surrounded by love and each other. Always happy.
I hate you Dumbledore! You always save Potter and Weasley and Book face, never me. You never see that I need help. I'm just a student that was at your school. You don't care. You're like the rest of those meat heads. Asshole. I'll die because you don't notice I'm in trouble. Potter so much as breaks a nail and you notice. It's always about Potter.
I have all this hate, but no love. The only person that has ever truly done anything to help me was that Weasley chit. For her, I don't hate.
I do not hate you Weasley girl. You were the only one that ever was nice to me without ulterior motives. I owe you one Ginevra Weasley.
Tomorrow I will either die, or live. That's just it. I guess that is everyday. Everyday you either live or die but tomorrow odds are against me. I will die. I know this and I grasp it. I will leave this journal in possession of...
I have no one to leave this with. No one will remember me for who I really was. I will always remain the bitchy Slytherin with no reason I guess. I shall take this with me I guess. I have no other choice. Until Death, Draco Vlad Malfoy.
Ginny set the book down. Did she want to read on into his thoughts and the things that happened the next day? She already knew one thing that happened. She told him good luck then the kiss. Ginny sighed and opened the book.
I'm on my way to Azkaban. Being related to deatheater activities and the intention of initiation, yeah fucking idiots that's me. Here's what happened.
I put my chest down in the hallways waiting; there was no way I could eat. Soon the entire seventh year came out of breakfast with Dumbledore. He smiled at us all and told us how proud he was of us and that he would 'truly' 'miss' 'us' 'all'. Fucking liar. Doesn't even care about half of us, and the other half he shouldn't, and half of that half- fuck this.
Anyways, he was all smiling as he took us to the train, seventh year graduates got to go to the train thirty minutes ahead to get good seats. So I went there and pulled out my Nimbus, strapped my chest on it, ready to leave. Dumbledore came up to me and frowned asking what was I doing. I told him that I was going on a vacation a little North of Hogwarts.
Unfortunately for me, that's where the Deatheaters were keeping camp, North of Hogwarts. How was I supposed to know? So I'm out there waiting for the train to leave so I can go, and the Weasley chit, I mean Ginevra comes up to me, and goes "Good luck Draco Malfoy." Shakes my hand, then kisses my cheek and leaves. I'm not sure why but she did. It will be my last happy moment.
Then ugly brute gives me evil eye as he passes, and after a while the train loads up, and leaves. I mount my broom and at least fifty Aurors jump out at me pointing wands telling me to dismount. Damnable luck. Fucking shit. WHY ME?!
So naturally they thought I was off to moldy geezer. Dumbledore just stared at me the entire time, not smiling or blinking. We're almost to Azkaban, Dumbledore is letting me keep you; did I mention he came along? Well he did. Odd, I wonder why. Oh Merlin, it's so dark! Don't let me cave. Until I die, –Draco-
Ginny laid the book down thinking over his journal entries. It did seem that he had bad luck, in everything.
Did Dumbledore think he was guilty, she thought, or did he know he was running away?
She immediately hit herself on the head. Of Course Dumbledore thought he was guilty. That's why he was sent to Azkaban, because they thought he was going to go to the deatheater camp. Ginny got off the bed, wanting to get a snack as she thought on these new realizations.
Draco didn't want to be a deatheater; he was going to run away.
Ginny sighed, she didn't want to be married to a monster, but she actually got away he didn't.
There was no going back for him. He was stuck with that inner demons about Azkaban, and she was still married. Suddenly things didn't seem that bad. They had gotten away. They were in their own little tabernacle. Free from there lives outside.
A/N- If I made it N e longer than it wouldn't be good. Trust me. Tell me what you think! :)
AnniBug-Thanks! I really try to insert empathy to the readers! I'm glad you felt the same way as I did! :)
Emmy Hart- Thank you! I know you can't figure it out! I'm holding the name hostage! Tee hee hee! :) I'm glad you like!
Bladefanatic- Thanks, BUT IT'S NOT CREEVY! He was just taking pictures of Draco and uh Ugly Brute fighting over Ginny. Collin wasn't involved. Sorry to confuse you like that!
lavieenrose78 - Thank you!! Sorry you have to wait so long, but I baby sit, school, sports, piano, and I'm constantly busy with some kinda writing thing. Advanced English sucks. Sorry love!
Kyra4 – Thanks! Yeah, there seemed to be some confusion, people thought it was Collin! I read the reviews and almost yelled! NO! It's not anyone that you would cry about. :)
Sailor Catastrophe - Thank you! I think I am blushing! Really now! I need to get your AOL AIM s/n! You're a great encouragement!
Hayley Potter- Thanks love! Smooches
Jen-6089 - Thank you!!! :) WOW! I feel all loved! Sorry I kept you waiting so long! Like I said to lavieenrose78 (I baby sit, school, sports, piano, and I'm constantly busy with some kinda writing thing. Advanced English sucks.)! Please keep reviewing!
Elenya1 – Thanks! Glad you appreciate the hard to understand Draco that I am TRYING to create. So far my version sucks. :) But thanks!
jewels03 - Thank you! The next chapter WILL BE OUT BEFORE October! Wow. A commitment! Lol. Thanks!
Mixed – Thanks! Hey love! Five Million!? Are you kidding me?! HA! Yeah...right!
Americasweetie - Thank you! It is a D/G fic so OF COURSE I'll hook them up, but it will take a little bit of time! Ginny's still a little scared and Draco is still in Weasley hate mode. Give me time!
Blue Rain1 - Thanks! I like how you say "as soon as you can"!! Very nice to be thought of as a person w/ a busy schedule! snickers Hehe! Thanks love!
KapOfDaPipers- Thanks a bunch for your help! LOVE YOU GiRL! YOU ROCK MY SOCKS OFF! Lol.
Ginny stood from the bed and threw the book on the floor. That was it. She'd had it with Malfoy and his temper.
She threw open her door and walked to his door, taking a deep breath. Ginny knocked loudly and waited.
"What do you want Weasley?" Draco called threw the door.
"Please come to your door, I wish a word." Ginny told him in a commanding voice.
"No." Draco called out. Ginny gritted her teeth. What was the point of knocking if she was just going to be dismissed? She kicked the door open and waltzed into his room.
"Get up." Ginny told him, the tears from earlier gone from her face. Draco was lying on his bed reading a book with glasses on. He stood from his bed and walked over to her, setting the glasses by the book.
"What?" He asked. Ginny slapped his face as hard as she could, throwing her weight into it. "BLOODY HELL!?" Draco yelled holding his inflicted cheek.
"Don't you dare tell me to fuck off again Malfoy!" Ginny spat at him. She angrily stomped out of the room slamming his door closed and walking down to the kitchens.
......
Draco watched her stomp out of his room sassily. He felt his pants tighten around his middle and immediately shook his head.
'You can't think of her like that. You know you can't. She's a...Weasley.' His mind screamed, but his libido was saying differently. He smirked and walked back over to his book and sat back down on his bed.
She had spunk, he would give her that. He knew he should be cursing her for slapping him but he couldn't help but smile.
Draco tried to concentrate back on his book but his mind wouldn't let him. Slowly he found himself walking out of his room, stopping at her door. He knocked softly as he heard her sobbing threw the door.
"WHAT?!" She yelled out.
"May I please come in?" Draco asked. He listened to her shuffle around in her room.
"No."
"Ginevra, would you please open your door?" he called threw the door keeping his voice calm. He heard her sigh as she opened the door.
"Well? What is it Malfoy?" Ginny spat. He stepped forward and placed a soft kiss on her lips.
"I'm apologetic." Draco whispered into her ear. He felt her shiver as he kissed her neck.
Ginny felt him kiss her neck. She stiffened. Not again.
As his hand slid to her back she imagined the things that would happen next. He would push her to the ground gruffly, hold her hands above her head and savagely beat her with his other hand until she couldn't move. Then he would shove himself into her roughly, bruising her tender thighs. He would bite her neck and nipples as hard as he could to hear her respond. He was sick.
Ginny pushed him back as hard as she could and fell to the floor, scrambling away.
"No. Please no." She whimpered curling into a ball on the floor. Draco looked at her in a sadly anger and bent down in front of her.
"Get up Weasley. I wasn't going to rape you." He stood and stalked out of the room angry at her and himself.
.....
Ginny slowly calmed down and stood from the floor, her arms hugging her body. She walked out of the room and ran down the halls of the Manor until her legs wouldn't run any more. She stopped in front of a golden door and opened it slowly.
"He-hello?" Ginny called.
"Mrs. Malfoy needs something?" Hannah the elf asked from behind her. Ginny jumped and whirled around.
"No. Hannah, what is this room?" Ginny asked.
"Mistress Malfoy's chambers." The elf answered.
"Thank you that will be all Hannah." Ginny whispered as she walked into the bedroom, closing the door behind her.
The walls were black along with the ceiling, creating a gothic kind of look. A large grey rug covered some of the shiny black tile and slipped slightly under the bed. As she looked around, touching things as she passed, she noticed the void of pictures in the room. There were no books, pictures, or anything that could be considered sentimental. Ginny slowly made her way to the bed; it had black sheets and a black comforter, with red satin pillow cases. It was the only color in the room Ginny noted.
'What would it feel like to be Narcissa Malfoy? Would you feel at all?' Ginny thought.
She backed away from the room slowly and left it, closing the door securely. Ginny rubbed her arms suddenly feeling better just by leaving the room. It possessed a quality that made you want to leave, or made you feel like you weren't supposed to be there.
Ginny laughed at the last thought. She really wasn't supposed to be there.
She walked back to her room in a trance and pulled back out Draco's Journal, picking up where she left off.
.....
Journal, I just realized that I wrote an entire entry about that chit with the name I can't remember. Shame really. In potions today, I threw some extra frog's eyes into Potters caldron. It exploded and Snape got pissed. Weasley about wet his pants. It was great.
Ginny scanned the rest of the entry. Nothing important was on it. It went on about tormenting Harry and Ron. She flipped to the next entry; something slipped from the book and fell to the floor. Ginny picked it up reading it.
Draco,
Your stunt at Christmas will not be forgotten boy. You will pay once I recuperate.
I was informed that you helped a Weasley. You will cease any ties with the Weasley's and you will no longer converse to the girl. You will wed Pansy Parkinson or Millicent Buldstrode. You have no alternative.
Your commitment to our common friend should be pledged this weekend. You will do as I say.
L.M.
Ginny sighed and read the entry in the journal.
Lucius thinks I'm going to join his Deatheaters. Says I'm not to talk to the Weasley chit. That only makes me want to snog her senseless. On second thought, no. Who is he to say who I marry?! I assure you that it will not be those to HOGS. Worse than previously mentioned fat-so. I would rather die than join those 'men' in there fight to kill Potter. Yeah. That's what I want to be. A follower of a geezer and a Potty head. Exactly! Father really can read my mind.
Ginny flipped the page and continued reading.
Father sent a self-destructing owl. I'm to be initiated the last day of school. That's in two weeks. I'm that S word that goes with being weak that I haven't written in weeks, months. I have been ill at mind.
I cannot join the Deatheaters, but if I don't they will kill me. I have no way out and I refuse to ask for help. Who would help me? There is no one.
Father also sent an owl saying mother passed away. Shortly after that I received a torn letter from a beaten owl. It was from mother.
She described to me a meeting she had over heard. Lucius was going to kill her, to further the cause. I have never really loved mother, but this troubled me. How could father promise her like that? She said he went into her room that night and forced sex upon her, and then with every deatheater. Even Voldemort had a go. Then she apologized for her actions, praying that I forgave her. I don't. She knew at the time what she was doing. Seventeen years of it, she knew it the entire time. I do not forgive her, but I release her.
Ginny couldn't believe this. Lucius letting all of the Deatheaters rape his wife. Suddenly the black room made since. That was probably not the only time that he forced himself on her. She had been in the same place and position as Ginny. Empathy filled her as she read the next entry.
Tomorrow I graduate. I will run away never to be seen again. Father will never find me. Over these past two weeks I have been withdrawing money daily from Gringots. I have over 200 galleons and I will be leaving. Potter thought he had it bad. Boo fucking who Potter, at least your parents loved you for a little while. I was just a task. Something that had to be done to carry on a fucking putrid name.
I hate myself. Why was I even born? To live this hell hole of a life. To agitate Potter? I hoped for so much more. Gone.
I hate you Potter. You and your perfect little world. So you have to live with muggles. OH WELL! Jackass. Don't you ever think?
I hate all of you Weasley's. Always surrounded by love and each other. Always happy.
I hate you Dumbledore! You always save Potter and Weasley and Book face, never me. You never see that I need help. I'm just a student that was at your school. You don't care. You're like the rest of those meat heads. Asshole. I'll die because you don't notice I'm in trouble. Potter so much as breaks a nail and you notice. It's always about Potter.
I have all this hate, but no love. The only person that has ever truly done anything to help me was that Weasley chit. For her, I don't hate.
I do not hate you Weasley girl. You were the only one that ever was nice to me without ulterior motives. I owe you one Ginevra Weasley.
Tomorrow I will either die, or live. That's just it. I guess that is everyday. Everyday you either live or die but tomorrow odds are against me. I will die. I know this and I grasp it. I will leave this journal in possession of...
I have no one to leave this with. No one will remember me for who I really was. I will always remain the bitchy Slytherin with no reason I guess. I shall take this with me I guess. I have no other choice. Until Death, Draco Vlad Malfoy.
Ginny set the book down. Did she want to read on into his thoughts and the things that happened the next day? She already knew one thing that happened. She told him good luck then the kiss. Ginny sighed and opened the book.
I'm on my way to Azkaban. Being related to deatheater activities and the intention of initiation, yeah fucking idiots that's me. Here's what happened.
I put my chest down in the hallways waiting; there was no way I could eat. Soon the entire seventh year came out of breakfast with Dumbledore. He smiled at us all and told us how proud he was of us and that he would 'truly' 'miss' 'us' 'all'. Fucking liar. Doesn't even care about half of us, and the other half he shouldn't, and half of that half- fuck this.
Anyways, he was all smiling as he took us to the train, seventh year graduates got to go to the train thirty minutes ahead to get good seats. So I went there and pulled out my Nimbus, strapped my chest on it, ready to leave. Dumbledore came up to me and frowned asking what was I doing. I told him that I was going on a vacation a little North of Hogwarts.
Unfortunately for me, that's where the Deatheaters were keeping camp, North of Hogwarts. How was I supposed to know? So I'm out there waiting for the train to leave so I can go, and the Weasley chit, I mean Ginevra comes up to me, and goes "Good luck Draco Malfoy." Shakes my hand, then kisses my cheek and leaves. I'm not sure why but she did. It will be my last happy moment.
Then ugly brute gives me evil eye as he passes, and after a while the train loads up, and leaves. I mount my broom and at least fifty Aurors jump out at me pointing wands telling me to dismount. Damnable luck. Fucking shit. WHY ME?!
So naturally they thought I was off to moldy geezer. Dumbledore just stared at me the entire time, not smiling or blinking. We're almost to Azkaban, Dumbledore is letting me keep you; did I mention he came along? Well he did. Odd, I wonder why. Oh Merlin, it's so dark! Don't let me cave. Until I die, –Draco-
Ginny laid the book down thinking over his journal entries. It did seem that he had bad luck, in everything.
Did Dumbledore think he was guilty, she thought, or did he know he was running away?
She immediately hit herself on the head. Of Course Dumbledore thought he was guilty. That's why he was sent to Azkaban, because they thought he was going to go to the deatheater camp. Ginny got off the bed, wanting to get a snack as she thought on these new realizations.
Draco didn't want to be a deatheater; he was going to run away.
Ginny sighed, she didn't want to be married to a monster, but she actually got away he didn't.
There was no going back for him. He was stuck with that inner demons about Azkaban, and she was still married. Suddenly things didn't seem that bad. They had gotten away. They were in their own little tabernacle. Free from there lives outside.
A/N- If I made it N e longer than it wouldn't be good. Trust me. Tell me what you think! :)
AnniBug-Thanks! I really try to insert empathy to the readers! I'm glad you felt the same way as I did! :)
Emmy Hart- Thank you! I know you can't figure it out! I'm holding the name hostage! Tee hee hee! :) I'm glad you like!
Bladefanatic- Thanks, BUT IT'S NOT CREEVY! He was just taking pictures of Draco and uh Ugly Brute fighting over Ginny. Collin wasn't involved. Sorry to confuse you like that!
lavieenrose78 - Thank you!! Sorry you have to wait so long, but I baby sit, school, sports, piano, and I'm constantly busy with some kinda writing thing. Advanced English sucks. Sorry love!
Kyra4 – Thanks! Yeah, there seemed to be some confusion, people thought it was Collin! I read the reviews and almost yelled! NO! It's not anyone that you would cry about. :)
Sailor Catastrophe - Thank you! I think I am blushing! Really now! I need to get your AOL AIM s/n! You're a great encouragement!
Hayley Potter- Thanks love! Smooches
Jen-6089 - Thank you!!! :) WOW! I feel all loved! Sorry I kept you waiting so long! Like I said to lavieenrose78 (I baby sit, school, sports, piano, and I'm constantly busy with some kinda writing thing. Advanced English sucks.)! Please keep reviewing!
Elenya1 – Thanks! Glad you appreciate the hard to understand Draco that I am TRYING to create. So far my version sucks. :) But thanks!
jewels03 - Thank you! The next chapter WILL BE OUT BEFORE October! Wow. A commitment! Lol. Thanks!
Mixed – Thanks! Hey love! Five Million!? Are you kidding me?! HA! Yeah...right!
Americasweetie - Thank you! It is a D/G fic so OF COURSE I'll hook them up, but it will take a little bit of time! Ginny's still a little scared and Draco is still in Weasley hate mode. Give me time!
Blue Rain1 - Thanks! I like how you say "as soon as you can"!! Very nice to be thought of as a person w/ a busy schedule! snickers Hehe! Thanks love!
KapOfDaPipers- Thanks a bunch for your help! LOVE YOU GiRL! YOU ROCK MY SOCKS OFF! Lol.