Chapter 11

God! Her head hurt so badly she could hardly see a darn thing!

Ginny tried to focus, blinked over and over until she finally started to see the contour of things.

After some seconds of blinking, her eyes were back to normal, and she discovered that she was on the floor. How did I get here?

She made a move, trying to get up in seated position, but something was holding her down.

She looked around, and felt the urge to scream.

At her left side, his arms around her waist, lay Draco!

Ginny panicked

What had they done? What if they'd?

"Draco!"

He opened his eyes slowly, "What?"

This was just great! First day at school, and he'd overslept...

"Let me loose!"

"What?!"

His eyes shot wide open, THAT wasn't his mum's voice!

Right in front of him lay... Ginny Weasley?

He let go of her immediately.

What the fuck was he doing on the floor?

Holding her?

She got to her feet, straightening her clothes ('thank god she wore clothes!') and rushed out of the room.

Shit! Shit! Shit! He cursed himself over and over. What had happened last night?

His memory was cloudy, but the small glimpse he did remember didn't exactly cheer him up...

Ginny smiling up at him, laughing ('what the fuck was he doing ON TOP of her?'), kissing him, taking of his shirt.

He walked over to the kitchen-bench and filled a glass with water.

Why hadn't he stopped drinking when he tasted the alcohol in those sodas?

He went over to the couch again, and sat down trying to remember if they'd done anything else.

But nothing else seemed to care to show itself, and he was left furious.

"Ginny!" Draco's voice called out from the other room, "we need to talk!"

"I don't want to talk to you!"

She shivered. Why on earth hadn't she done anything?

She remembered everything very clearly, too clearly after her own opinion.

Thank god they hadn't done...that...

She shivered again; they'd been close, very close.

"Well you'll have to talk to me sometime!"

"No I won't!"

She could hear him walking over to the door. Luckily, she'd locked it.

"Ginny, get out of there!"

"NO!' she yelled, "and don't call me Ginny!"

"I will call you Ginny until you get out of there!" he hissed, "and we'll have to talk! If something happened last night –"

"NOTHING happened last night- NOTHING!"

She could feel him taking a deep relaxing breath, "Are you sure...?"

"YES!" she shivered again, "Now go away!"

She didn't relax until she heard him move towards the couch again.

She lent against the wall and took a deep breath.

He opened his eyes and yawned, how had he been able to sleep?

He sat up on the couch, yawned once more. He was still tired, and the constant guilty feeling bothered him.

What if his father found out?

This would be like the biggest betrayal he could do against his family, except marrying a mudblood, muggle or Harry Potter.

He was amused – and disgusted, fore a second, picturing the marriage between him and Hermione Granger (AN: sorry all you D/H fans, but I'm not a slash person...) in his mind.

He had to admit that she'd amazed him at the yule ball 3 years ago. But that was because he'd never imagined Granger wearing anything she'd look female in...

Ginny had baffled him as well, but so had Allegra, and almost half of the girls, even Pansy had looked...decent.

That night they'd looked terrific.

Unfortunately they were back to normal the next day.

He grinned to himself, then remembered where he was, and stopped.

Trying to think of something else again, he studied the room.

It was small, with one couch, a small chair and a wooden table. The kitchen was a small bench with a sink, a refrieg – uhm... whatever, and two small cupboards.

If you looked closely you could see the snakes, carved or sewed into the table, the pillows, even the pictures on the walls had snakes hidden in the grass, or in the trees.

The room was simple, nothing fancy, nothing that suited a Malfoy, at all...

It wasn't how he remembered it though, it had looked different last time he'd been there.

This place of hiding. When the world was turbulent and uncontrollable.

Like the day 9 years ago:

FLASHBACK

"Draco?" Narcissa walked quickly into his room, "Draco! We have to leave!"

He blinked, and saw the dark contour of his mother, standing over him, still wearing the dress she'd been wearing at the dinner-party.

'"Why?" he yawned, and closed his eyes again, "can't we just leave tomorrow?"

"No, Draco!"

He opened his eyes again, nervous. His mother's voice had changed dramatically, it was harsh and reminded him of her sister, aunt Bellatrix.

He knew that voice. It meant that, for the first time in his life, he'd received an direct order from his mother...

He shivered, but the stubborn part of him wouldn't let go.

"Why?" he asked again, as he got out of his bed, straightening his pajamma's.

"I'll tell you when we're somewhere safe!"

Draco sighed, and walked slowly over to his closet.

"There's no time, Draco dear, just come!"

He swallowed, turned and followed her out of the door, through the hallways and down the stairs to the first floor.

Why did they have to leave? Seriously, he should've gotten at least 10 minutes to dress. He sulked, and shot dark looks at his mother, and the nervous looking servants they passed.

"Where are we going?" he asked again, as they walked past the kitchen. His mother didn't answer, and he asked again, as they turned around a corner and saw the big door, leading down to basement.

He kicked after Dobby, who emerged, obviously terrified, from a side door who too lead down to the big basement.

"Dobby is sorry, master, sorry master! Dobby will go pack your clothes, young master! Be quick Dobby will, master!"

"No, you will get back to the basement, Dobby, and stay there!" Lucius Malfoy looked calm and secure as he moved quickly through the hallway, towards them.

But the group he had his eyes on, knew him good enough to see the small signs, the small twitching of by his left eye, and the throbbing of a vein in his temple, Lucius Malfoy was afraid.

"Are you ready?" he barked at Narcissa, so harsh that she took a step back in fear.

"Y-yes, there will be n-no t-traces of us anywhere, s-showing that we've b-been here the l-last 2 weeks..." his mother was trembling under his father's gaze.

"Fine. Let's get going then, shall we! Draco, take your mother's hand! Narcissa." He held out his hand, she looked at it fore a second, than took it quickly, like she had to do it before she changed her mind.

Lucius looked at her with a cold smirk, ('we'll talk about that later') drew out his wand, which he'd started disguising as a walking stick, "Come closer!"

They moved slowly towards him, and formed a small circle.

"Apporatio!"

The door slammed shut behind him, and made him jump.

"Where are we?" he demanded for the thousand time that night.

"Norway."

His father moved over to the other side of the small room, drew out his wand and tapped on something with it, then turned and looked at Narcissa.

Draco sighed, this was going to be one of these, we're-talking-to-each-other-but-you-can't-hear-a-fucking-shit-conversations. He looked around to see if there were anything else he could do, when something weird happened.

The room started changing, dramatically.

It grew larger, new doors appeared, the floor changed colour and became light brown, soft tree, the furniture...-

(END OF FLASHBACK)

"Is there anything in there without alcohol?"

He turned in surprise, "You decided to come out after all..."

She sank down in one of the chairs, looking at the floor, "What does it look like?"

He could see her eyes where still read, so he decided that he should leave her alone on that matter.

"Any idea about how we can get out of here?"

He looked over at her again, she was still looking at the floor, "No, we're in the middle of nowhere, no sensible person walks that fare away from civilization at this time of the year..."

She sobbed, and he could feel her trying to hold back the tears.

They would be trapped her forever, and they would never see their family again.

Why on earth did I get sent here??? There could have been so many other people trapped her who would have enjoyed it.

She saw her mother's face floating in front of her, she was crying, "Wasn't the chamber enough? My only daughter, we should have kept her home until she was 40! Why did we send her on that stupid trip??"

Her mother disappeared, and was replaced by Arthur Weasley, his face was red with anger, "This is Lucius Malfoy's fault, I should have knew from the moment his son was sent together with Ginny that there was something out of the ordinary! And look what happened, my daughter is DEAD; my sweet little angel is gone! I want justice!"

He disappeared, and replaced by Bill, but Ginny had had it. This was stupid!

She wasn't going to die! Not yet, not before she'd tried anything possible not to!

AN: thanks to my excellent BETA; Catherine (PSWhatever23) who I love above all others (:P)
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