.
Draco shoved a knee between her legs roughly, and the look of fear on her face was something he practically fed off of. When he felt her building power in her mind, getting ready to distract him or strike a mental blow, he slapped her across the face.
"Stop it." He said, as if this situation was an every occurrence.
Screaming wasn't an option, he barely left off enough pressure for her to breathe let alone draw a proper breath. Her hands had immediately gone up to help loosen his grip on her neck, if she let go she was sure he wouldn't let her have much air at all.
"Let's see Ginny…" his free hand unbuttoned the top button of her blouse. "Where should we begin…" two more buttons undone. "…do you want it exactly how I had it, or would a nice dry fuck in your cunt do just as good? Maybe both? Right here on the table I could have you…and no one would hear you scream"
How calm he was about what he suggested made her panic more than ever inside. But he was right. The corner, her secluded corner was far enough out of the way that it could hardly be considered part of the library any more- that was why she liked it.
Her eyes watered, but Ginny couldn't help it, and as his hand dipped into her blouse pulling down the fabric of her bra and running his nails of the sensitive skin she couldn't help one last comment…
"You're loving this, aren't you?" she ground out in a hoarse whisper, "And you know why? Because you truly are your fathers' son."
He stopped for a moment, not looking at her, but his hands didn't explore more of her and his grip loosened slightly. Had he really been thinking of hurting her in this way…? It wasn't as if he felt no animosity towards her any more, no, he still wanted her to hurt…just not like this. Draco shivered remembering what he'd gone through in un-detailed accounts. How could he have even threatened such a thing? It was like having been diving and only now coming up for air…he didn't feel like him self any more, this wasn't him.
He looked at his hands, mulling things over in his mind. He released her totally a few seconds later and backed up. When he felt a book table behind him he sat down upon it, still staring at his hands, like they had a mind of their own and he couldn't stop them from touching her before.
"Oh, god. Oh, god." He muttered.
Gasping for breath and rearranging her clothing Ginny wasn't sure what to do. If she got up and bolted would he reach for her, changing his mind about having her? The only exit was passed him and it wasn't as if she could just hide in a dark corner. The area was very remote and almost claustrophobic for some people, she like it that way, but that also meant there wasn't much room…
"I'm not safe, Virginia…" it took her a second to figure out what he'd said as he was still looking at his hands, his words, mumbled. "I can't…I can't let anything happen to you…but I can't even protect you from my self any more…"
He finally dared to look up at her, but quickly looked away. He'd taken note of the already forming bruises around her neck, and she wore short sleeves but he was sure there were more bruises on her arms as well.
When he looked up again the chair was empty and he could hear her shoes clicking against the hard floor. She had ran from him, but what had he expected? For her to hold him, kiss him….tell him she forgave him?
*
'It was time now', Ginny thought. This wasn't part of the plan but she was scared now, not really sure what to do and shaken, very shaken. 'This is right', she assured her self one more time. It was what she had to do, and she knew it….so why where her hands shaking so badly?
'No matter.' Shrugging off any doubts she may have been hiding Ginny took a deep breath and closed her eyes. It must have been hours later that she finally reached what she was looking for in her mindful meditation. The Source.
*
The voices rose around her, falling, then rising again. Her body unconsciously started to rock back and forth, falling into rhythm…falling onto deeper planes. No longer feeling her body, and with her eyes closed she could only now see the essence of everything. The power, the core of what was in the room, what was beyond the room and what lay beyond that.
Everything had energy, like a signature all energies were different, no matter how subtle and whether people (witch or no) could tell or not, didn't change that fact.
'Focus' her inner voice whispered. 'Call to Her and she will come.'
After some time there was a reply.
"And so I am here child." That voice was not her own creation, though she recognized it. She recognized it from those long nights in the forest that she'd lay there, crying sometimes, over what she had done…all the horrible things she had done. And the woman one day appeared, held her; whispering soothing things.
"Mother?" she did not speak aloud, and doubted that the voice came from an actual body, a person of flesh. They could talk with out spoken words.
"Yes."
"Do you know why I call you?"
"Yes."
"And will you help?" the fact that this was her mental voice was probably the only reason it wasn't cracking with all of her tears unshed or trembling with the after math of Draco's hands. "I have laid my plans mother, I have worked for my goal and now that goal is slipping…but I have a new plan…a better plan. You can help me, I know you can."
There was a slight pause. "There are many things I can do child, and a few will begin with the whelp that dare lay his hands on my daughter."
"NO!...no, mother, that will not be necessary."
The Being sat down beside her, at least in some form. Ginny could see her in her minds eye. Like golden shimmering light, such a contrast to Ginny's own crimson, and, as she reached out further through each level of the school, to Draco's own silver with black curling around the edges, like flame. She, truly, was the only one untainted, The Lady.
"He will suffer enough from what I am going to do; it is not him that needs dealing with. Truly any man, no matter how much power he has been endowed, or has stolen, no matter how much talent he was born with can not measure up to your Mysteries. They are, Lady, truly immeasurable in power, and with your help I can surely bring this powerful man, who has done me wrong, to his knees…"
*
Later that night, when Ginny awoke from her trance, it could have been hours, minutes, days, but the sun had only just set. She had started at 11 that morning. Slowly stretching all of her cramped muscles, she stood and flipped the off switch on the portable Wizarding cd player, the soothing chant immediately stopped. Chants, things with rhythm (any music with the right tone) could put her in a trance.
And now she had the knowledge she wanted, the promised power…and definitely the motivation.
.
Draco shoved a knee between her legs roughly, and the look of fear on her face was something he practically fed off of. When he felt her building power in her mind, getting ready to distract him or strike a mental blow, he slapped her across the face.
"Stop it." He said, as if this situation was an every occurrence.
Screaming wasn't an option, he barely left off enough pressure for her to breathe let alone draw a proper breath. Her hands had immediately gone up to help loosen his grip on her neck, if she let go she was sure he wouldn't let her have much air at all.
"Let's see Ginny…" his free hand unbuttoned the top button of her blouse. "Where should we begin…" two more buttons undone. "…do you want it exactly how I had it, or would a nice dry fuck in your cunt do just as good? Maybe both? Right here on the table I could have you…and no one would hear you scream"
How calm he was about what he suggested made her panic more than ever inside. But he was right. The corner, her secluded corner was far enough out of the way that it could hardly be considered part of the library any more- that was why she liked it.
Her eyes watered, but Ginny couldn't help it, and as his hand dipped into her blouse pulling down the fabric of her bra and running his nails of the sensitive skin she couldn't help one last comment…
"You're loving this, aren't you?" she ground out in a hoarse whisper, "And you know why? Because you truly are your fathers' son."
He stopped for a moment, not looking at her, but his hands didn't explore more of her and his grip loosened slightly. Had he really been thinking of hurting her in this way…? It wasn't as if he felt no animosity towards her any more, no, he still wanted her to hurt…just not like this. Draco shivered remembering what he'd gone through in un-detailed accounts. How could he have even threatened such a thing? It was like having been diving and only now coming up for air…he didn't feel like him self any more, this wasn't him.
He looked at his hands, mulling things over in his mind. He released her totally a few seconds later and backed up. When he felt a book table behind him he sat down upon it, still staring at his hands, like they had a mind of their own and he couldn't stop them from touching her before.
"Oh, god. Oh, god." He muttered.
Gasping for breath and rearranging her clothing Ginny wasn't sure what to do. If she got up and bolted would he reach for her, changing his mind about having her? The only exit was passed him and it wasn't as if she could just hide in a dark corner. The area was very remote and almost claustrophobic for some people, she like it that way, but that also meant there wasn't much room…
"I'm not safe, Virginia…" it took her a second to figure out what he'd said as he was still looking at his hands, his words, mumbled. "I can't…I can't let anything happen to you…but I can't even protect you from my self any more…"
He finally dared to look up at her, but quickly looked away. He'd taken note of the already forming bruises around her neck, and she wore short sleeves but he was sure there were more bruises on her arms as well.
When he looked up again the chair was empty and he could hear her shoes clicking against the hard floor. She had ran from him, but what had he expected? For her to hold him, kiss him….tell him she forgave him?
*
'It was time now', Ginny thought. This wasn't part of the plan but she was scared now, not really sure what to do and shaken, very shaken. 'This is right', she assured her self one more time. It was what she had to do, and she knew it….so why where her hands shaking so badly?
'No matter.' Shrugging off any doubts she may have been hiding Ginny took a deep breath and closed her eyes. It must have been hours later that she finally reached what she was looking for in her mindful meditation. The Source.
*
The voices rose around her, falling, then rising again. Her body unconsciously started to rock back and forth, falling into rhythm…falling onto deeper planes. No longer feeling her body, and with her eyes closed she could only now see the essence of everything. The power, the core of what was in the room, what was beyond the room and what lay beyond that.
Everything had energy, like a signature all energies were different, no matter how subtle and whether people (witch or no) could tell or not, didn't change that fact.
'Focus' her inner voice whispered. 'Call to Her and she will come.'
After some time there was a reply.
"And so I am here child." That voice was not her own creation, though she recognized it. She recognized it from those long nights in the forest that she'd lay there, crying sometimes, over what she had done…all the horrible things she had done. And the woman one day appeared, held her; whispering soothing things.
"Mother?" she did not speak aloud, and doubted that the voice came from an actual body, a person of flesh. They could talk with out spoken words.
"Yes."
"Do you know why I call you?"
"Yes."
"And will you help?" the fact that this was her mental voice was probably the only reason it wasn't cracking with all of her tears unshed or trembling with the after math of Draco's hands. "I have laid my plans mother, I have worked for my goal and now that goal is slipping…but I have a new plan…a better plan. You can help me, I know you can."
There was a slight pause. "There are many things I can do child, and a few will begin with the whelp that dare lay his hands on my daughter."
"NO!...no, mother, that will not be necessary."
The Being sat down beside her, at least in some form. Ginny could see her in her minds eye. Like golden shimmering light, such a contrast to Ginny's own crimson, and, as she reached out further through each level of the school, to Draco's own silver with black curling around the edges, like flame. She, truly, was the only one untainted, The Lady.
"He will suffer enough from what I am going to do; it is not him that needs dealing with. Truly any man, no matter how much power he has been endowed, or has stolen, no matter how much talent he was born with can not measure up to your Mysteries. They are, Lady, truly immeasurable in power, and with your help I can surely bring this powerful man, who has done me wrong, to his knees…"
*
Later that night, when Ginny awoke from her trance, it could have been hours, minutes, days, but the sun had only just set. She had started at 11 that morning. Slowly stretching all of her cramped muscles, she stood and flipped the off switch on the portable Wizarding cd player, the soothing chant immediately stopped. Chants, things with rhythm (any music with the right tone) could put her in a trance.
And now she had the knowledge she wanted, the promised power…and definitely the motivation.
.