A/N: Here's part three. Thanks for the reviews... Yes, I am aware this chapter is rather weird. I'll do better for the next chapter, which I won't write so late at night.

Ginny Weasley felt soiled, dirtied beyond all reason. The feeling was always more intense when she had just been forced to... she refused to think about it. She rubbed her arms and nearly ran back to her quarters. For all that the slaves were allowed free reign of the castle-like manor, they had no wands and were often watched. Some were given more privacy, but most had to use the slave bathrooms which were little more than pits and the most rudimentary of plumbing. However, Voldemort's personal slaves were given a more lavish bathroom, for which Ginny was currently very grateful.

She wrenched open the door, which recognized the half-dozen women who answered only to the Dark Lord, and entered the black and green marble bathroom. She slid in with a sob and leaned back against the door. She gritted her teeth and pushed away, taking off her robes without any care as to tearing them. Voldemort owned the world; he could get new robes faster than she could say she needed them. She let the water run in one of the huge bathtubs and slid in when it was less than half full, eager to feel clean again.

The water was made to be soapy, so by the time it was at the right level a layer of foam had added about half a foot to the overall height of the water in the tub. She leaned her head back with a grateful sigh as she felt her scratches burn with the soap, telling her they were being cleaned. She was just getting ready to settle down to a nice long bath when the door opened and another woman staggered in.

Like Ginny, she too leaned against the door with tears in her eyes before going straight to another tub, discarding her clothes as she went.

"Ange," Ginny greeted solemnly from the mound of soapsuds.

"Gin," The other women replied with a sob catching in her throat.

Ginny bit her lip. Obviously Angelina was still stricken by the loss of Fred, whom everyone believed was dead. Ginny refused to give up completely. She knew Ron was dead; she refused to believe all five of the others were dead as well. She blinked forcefully and grabbed a scrubbing sponge and some soap, not wanting to be stuck in Angelina's forced company any more.

She finished quickly and dried off before sliding into her robes again, which were remarkably not ripped. "Bye." She murmured, hearing Angelina reply in kind, before leaving again.

Ginny entered into the Pit, where the slaves lived. Different types of slaves had different pits to live in, but they all followed the same general plan: men in one half, women in the other, with a glass wall separating the two; completely open for everyone to see the goings on. The pecking order was identical as well: Voldemort's special slaves, personal official's slaves, general official's slaves and then general slaves. Of course, the personal official's slaves were never in the Pit. In a way, Ginny envied them, except Draco Malfoy's slaves... she wouldn't be one of them if it was her last chance at life.

Luna Lovegood, clothed in green and black, appeared at Ginny's elbow, "Gin, Draco's taken Rose." She said quickly.

Ginny looked at her, "What do I care if Draco has taken a rose?" She demanded sharply.

"No, he's taken Rose Zeller. She had just gotten transferred over from kitchen staff today." Luna explained, "She was in Hufflepuff, three years below us."

"She's only nineteen?" Ginny exclaimed, aghast.

"And he snapped her up before anyone else knew she was here." Luna responded.

Ginny's eyes flashed. "Superior bastard," She muttered, "How dare he take her?"

"He's rather experienced." Luna said without the slightest trace of blushing, "He's actually rather gentle-"

"Luna, do yourself a favour and be quiet before I decided to slap some sense into you." The red-head muttered crossly.

"It wouldn't surprise me if he were plotting against his own master." Luna murmured.

Ginny stared at her, her mouth wide and gaping, but could not muster up a response in time.

"Lovegood." Blaise Zabini commanded, motioning commandingly from the stairs.

Luna went to him without giving Ginny a chance to reply. She was under strict orders not to leave her area, which was reserved for the three higher ranks, which comprised less than an eighth of the total concubine population. However, it took up a third of the pit and was made of elegant marble. Most of the others preferred to be on the other side, but Luna stayed with Ginny, something for which she was very grateful.

Now that she was left to her own devices, Ginny started feeling rather bored. She sat on her floor palette and lay back for a nap. However, a girl came scurrying towards her before she could do anything more than lie down.

"You're Ginny Weasley, correct?" The girl asked, sitting nervously on the palette beside Ginny's – which belonged to Luna.

Ginny nodded and looked curiously at the girl, a brunette with blue eyes. She looked rather young to be an official's personal slave... which meant that she must be Rose Zeller.

"Draco Malfoy sent me to see you. He said to tell you that he's going to 'kill that son of a bitch and make him pay for what he did to the Weasleys'." With that, the girl was gone again.

Ginny stared at the stairs the girl climbed in record time. Draco Malfoy had sent her to inform Ginny of his plans to overthrow Voldemort? But why her? She smiled suddenly. Draco knew that she had access to the entire manor. A more important question was: why Draco? Why did the former so-called Prince of Slytherin plan to overthrow his master in revenge for Ginny's family?

She closed her eyes. She would never be able to understand Draco Malfoy; no matter how long she knew him or how hard she tried. He was just too cold, too distant and too sly. Not to mention he was lucky that she knew Occlumency.