Here's Chapter 2. Excited? Well this is nearly over, two more chapters to go...not much of a cliffie, I've been known to make worse. Read it, please please please, and I will grant you one wish! Kind of unlikely but I bet you will be blessed for a few days. Maybe your whole life, if you're lucky. Onwards, enjoy!
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Ginny had the strangest dream that night. She dreamed that a man was touching her, a man suspiciously like Draco Malfoy.Ginny was lying on a bed somewhere, a nice, soft, fluffy bed, with silk sheets and huge puffy pillows, like clouds. She sighed in her dream, and sank further into the sheets.
Then arrived the man.
He sat on the bed next to her, putting the thing that he was holding in his hands down.There was a lamp somewhere, blue and gray, glowing weakly. Ginny tried to sit up then, but the man pushed her down. His pale hands went for her throat and Ginny tried to bat them away. Strangling wasn't the fastest or most painless way to go.
But the man persisted and he finally got hold on Ginny's coat. She stopped struggling then but she started up as soon as she realized he was undoing it. She heard herself moaning and making slight mewing noises of fright.
Ginny tried to tear his hands away but in the dream her grip was like the grip of a fish's fin. Her hand kept slipping and falling down.
Ginny then tried to wake herself up, something she normally could do very well.
But no take.
Button by button, her coat was become looser and Ginny's efforts became more and more feeble. Then she was lifted out of the coat and she was pulled up to someone's chest.
But when Ginny tried to straighten, she slouched further and slumped onto them, their hands running down her back. She heard them speak and it sounded like they were speaking to her from underwater.
"You were once a fighter, a great person, supposedly tough, strong, clever, and witty. Now you're just a shell of a witch, and soon you'll be no more than a missing face, a fading memory." He put Ginny's arms through something and strapped it around her back. Then he pulled her head through another thing, putting her arms through that too.
Ginny tried to yell. It sounded a bit like she was clearing her throat.Then the man lay her back down, and grabbed her feet, sliding something up her legs and it came to rest finally on her hips.
"I could, you know, fix you up to what you once were, or...rather, what you looked like. But," he smiled roguishly, "There's only so much that a body like yours was would be good for. Besides," his smile turned cruel and cold. "It's much more entertaining this way."
Ginny moaned then.
With a great rush of air, Ginny sat up quickly and felt for her surroundings. She wasn't on a bed, that much she was sure of.
Everything was fine; it was all good and normal.
Her breathing slowed, to a regular pace. Looking down, it quickened.But Ginny was now dressed in Muggle clothing.
Complete with underwear.
"I must tell you absolutely how much I abhor this food." Ginny said, digging into the soup. "How many days has it been?" She leaned forward to allow him to reach her wound, sliding the spoon into her mouth.
"None of your concern." He paused though, on his ministrations. "But it's just less than a month. I must say, even I'm surprised. You'd think Potter would be after you like a bloodhound." He pushed on Ginny's newest cut, which he had given her the day before yesterday. "Have you been rolling around on the floor, rubbing dust and mold into this? It's the most infected thing I've ever seen."
A few days before, Ginny had tried to push past him in the doorway, sending her food flying into the air. He knocked her down and she landed on a shard of her water glass.
"Yes, that is what I do. Day after day, I roll around on the floor." She took another spoonful of food. "Thirty something days with the same soup. The same bread. It's enough to drive me insane." Ginny rolled her eyes but shut them when he pushed on her cut again. "Hey. You can't just push it like that."
"Christ! It's just been festering and festering! It's disgusting! And it stinks, unbelievable!" Draco grinned sadistically. "I may as well just cut it out of you, cut the whole thing out." This time, he flicked the cut, and Ginny heard some liquid, most likely pus and blood, splatter on the ground. She turned quickly and made to slap him. He stopped her by pushing her back. "Don't." Ginny stopped her hand, but left it open in the air just to show him that she would hit him anyway, taking a bite of bread.
This was, as of late, how it worked. They'd fight; they'd tend their wounds a little. When they could fight again, they would.
Ginny suspected he got some kind of sadistic pleasure from hitting her, but then again, she loved to hit him. In fact, were she in his place, she'd do the same.
"As I was saying, I really might have to cut it out." He patted her cut a little, telling her to get up and there was nothing else to do.
Ginny winced. "Um, no. Don't cut it." She stood up, stretching and rotating her body this way and that, and suddenly dropped to her knees. Her breath was coming in short, fast hitches now, and Malfoy noticed. "Oh my God..." she managed.
Malfoy looked at her. "What-"
"Ah...Malfoy, there's a chunk of glass stuck in there somewhere!" She gasped as she turned to try and look at it. She turned back, suddenly wishing she hadn't seen it. So that was what Malfoy was tending to. That huge black thing, living on her and feasting on her health. She tried to speak once again. "You poked it around and now I can feel it!"
"What are you talking about?" He was slow to react, seeming to enjoy her pain.
"Shit! There is a huge thing in my back, Malfoy! It is poking my already rotted flesh, so if you could pull it out somehow...I might really appreciate it..." She ground her teeth together and managed to grit out her sentence.
"Bend over a little, calm down." He grabbed a pair of tweezers.
Ginny got down on her hands, nearly blind with pain, and she felt Malfoy kneel behind her. "Hurry it up, dammit Malfoy, it is really painful!" She tried not to scream while he pulled her shirt up a little.
"Well I'm just a little hesitant because I'm unsure exactly as to how gentle you want this experience to be." He snickered a little and Ginny managed to roll her eyes even in her pain.
"Malfoy, I don't need your innuendos! Just get that glass out of me before I die or give me the bloody forceps!"
He was silent but she could feel him probing the wound. He stuck them in suddenly and Ginny tried not to howl. She tried to keep still and she hit the ground with her fist to distract herself.
"Calm down. I think I've found it." Draco said, bending down. "No wait. I don't see it." Ginny was just about to breathe when he yanked it out of her skin with a disgusting squelch.
She screamed. She couldn't help it and it was one of the few times Draco had ever heard her scream like that.
"Ah, ow! Ow, ow, ow!" She collapsed onto the ground, gasping, trying to stop the hot tears from rushing to her eyes.
Malfoy looked down on her, curled on the ground. He felt a rush of something, certainly not love, or lust, or pity. It was something more like pride.Only a Weasley could hold back tears of a pain as brutal as this, and who had brought her down? He had, of course.
She looked up at him, and managed to pull herself up. "Thank you, so much, for not telling me that you were going to pull it out!"
Draco sighed. "I thought it would hurt less!" He smiled at the absurd sound of the conversation.
"Well it hurt more because I didn't brace myself for it!" She pushed her tray at him, and he put the shard of glass on it. She regarded the glittering thing. "I can't believe you missed that yesterday. It's huge!"
"Maybe I left it in there to cause you more pain." He smiled a smile that Ginny wasn't sure of. He wiped up the cut as best as possible.
"Why don't you ever use magic to heal me, Malfoy?"
He paused, half standing, half kneeling. "I suppose I like to see you in pain." He smiled that smile again, and Ginny's eyes lingered on him for a moment. She was never sure when he was telling the truth or lying, but it wouldn't really matter.Ginny leaned back on the wall as Malfoy left. "See you tomorrow." She whispered weakly, her eyes closed."Mmm. I'll probably kill you." She heard the door shut behind him.
Ginny could feel blood and pus dripping down her back, but she fell asleep anyway. She shifted in her sleep and too soon was she awake. Ginny woke up in another dark room, but once again she was on something soft. Not a bed, but more like a giant cushion.
She rolled over and could feel the weight of someone else. She put her hand out to feel out a few of their features and try to see whom it was.
She couldn't really tell, but their hair was so soft, much like Harry's. She slid her hand lower, to find a powerful, arching neck, and then even lower, coming across bare skin. Her hand traveled further, and she was could feel the tight, sinewy muscles that reminded her of honest, hard work, not from something like weight training. His arms were powerful but only a little muscular, and his torso was slight, his stomach taut and smooth.
It had to be Harry. Maybe they had found her and placed a memory charm on her so she wouldn't remember her ordeal with Draco Malfoy...but she had just remembered it.
'Oh,' she thought. 'Who gives a shit? How often do you get to wake up next to Harry Potter?'
The person lying beside her, awake the whole while, moved closer to her and offered his lips to her before she could say anything. Ginny felt them with some surprise against her own.
It had to be Harry. Of course it was. She was just so...enamored that she couldn't think straight.
Ginny felt him lean over her, entwining his fingers in her hair. He pulled his head away before she could start to kiss back but soon she felt his lips, hot and wet, on her neck below her jaw, while he ran his free hand down her arm to her hand which he held, wrapping it in his fingers.
Ginny sighed when his tongue left a trail down to her collarbone. He pressed his lips softly onto it and brought them back up to hers again for another kiss.
Ginny expected his mouth to linger but all he offered was a tantalizing brush of the lips before she could feel him again, going lower than her collarbone.
Every time she was about to whisper "Harry," he would do something that would cause her to choke on her words and stop trying to speak.She felt him shift once more. There was no way this could be a dream, because dreams didn't feel this way.
She gasped as she felt his mouth close over her nipple. She wasn't naked, was she? As far as she knew, she was still clothed! But, well, there was Harry, kissing her breast, so obviously not!
She couldn't see him in the dark, but she let go of his hair and brushed her hand faintly down his back.
Ginny let out another gasp as she felt his hand, lower than his mouth. She was taking deep breaths now, as though she were drowning in the sensation.
She stopped then, suddenly, because he stopped. She nearly groaned in displeasure. And then his hand was cupping her cheek and she tilted her head upwards to kiss him. It was a hotter kiss, needy and full of wanton emotions.
Ginny licked his throat then, and she could feel a deep rumbling beneath her lips, and the steady push of his pulse against her mouth. She ran her hands over his arm.
She paused again.
She felt his arm.
And this time he felt her hesitation. As fast as they were in their hot embrace, Ginny felt him gripping her throat. Her gasping breaths were what awoke her and brought her back to reality.
The dungeons came into a kind of dim focus, a small shaft of sunlight reaching tender fingers into the cell, and she realized that she had indeed been dreaming. And it was such a good dream. Until the Dark Mark had made its appearance, and Harry had turned into Draco.
Ginny groaned in distaste. She couldn't help herself from muttering, "Oh God." It hadn't really been Harry, had it? It hadn't been Harry pressing his body so passionately into hers. It hadn't been Harry when they touched each other. It hadn't even been Harry kissing her breast. That was just a girlish fantasy, something left over from her younger days at Hogwarts.
It had, of course, really been Draco.
Then the thought that it might not have even been a dream struck Ginny like a hailstone in December.
Ginny scrambled to the silver tray, and tried to examine her reflection. She hadn't a mark on her, so it really had been a dream. Not a handprint, not a hickey. Just a dream.
Oh, what a wretch she was.
Stuck in a dark dungeon in who-knows-where, having sexual fantasies about her captor. Who, not to mention, hit her pretty much every day.
Ugh. Those words.
Sexual fantasies.
Speak of the Devil, she thought dazedly, knowing he was coming. She could hear his footsteps in the hall outside, and she wanted nothing more than to sink into the ground. Even if sinking into the ground meant going straight to Hell.
Any second now, the man in her 'sexual fantasy', would come banging through that door. Any second.
Disgusting.
Ginny heard the door open, and standing there balancing a tray of food and a jug of water, was Draco. And God, would she never let him touch her.
Abominable.
She felt the hot charge of blood to her cheeks when his eyes met hers, like a pack of wild horses sent by God to trample her into the ground. Ginny could also feel the blood rushing past her ears, like a river she would give anything to drown herself in.
Revolting.
Ginny felt the vomit come crawling up her throat, ready to see the world for itself. She turned away from his gaze in a sudden fit of humiliation and retched, feeling bile and other gastric liquids rising again and again in her mouth.
She heard Malfoy put down the tray and he stood behind her. Not doing anything, just standing. When she finished she leaned against the wall, as weak as a newborn baby. She could feel him wiping at her mouth and nose and brushing her hair back. Ginny would have vomited again but there was nothing left.
Malfoy stood next to her. "I suppose you aren't hungry then."
She ignored him at first, but she decided to say something. "Going to kill me today?"
"Maybe."
Ginny paused. "Show me your arm. Please?" She whispered.
"Why?" Draco spoke. He looked at her, indignant. "I don't see why I should show anything to you, when I am most obviously in the position of power here."
Ginny turned to face himand let out a resigned sigh. "Will you just show me your arm, Malfoy?" He looked at her. "Look, I said 'please', and that was stretching the situation. Now just do it."
He looked at her once more and offered her his arm. "See it for yourself, you're so eager."
She stared down at it and she was sure that Draco could see her gulp in fear. Ginny moved her eyes over his arm, which was currently covered in a long white sleeve. It was immaculately clean.
She glanced at him quickly, but his eyes caught hers for longer than she had intended. Ginny could see his pupils, black against so pale of a grey, dilated in the darkness. Ginny reached out, her fingers missing and lightly brushing on his upturned palm.
He looked as though he was going to flinch away but Ginny barely noticed. She was still watching him watch her but she saw him look, briefly, at her fingers. His eyes flickered back up to hers and he blinked.
Ginny focused. There was no reason to draw anything out. Ginny inhaled, her breath catching, and then she swiped up his sleeve. It didn't move very far but she caught the bottom of something black, something dark and raised on his skin.
Ginny gasped and let it drop, standing immediately and stepping away from Malfoy.
He sat a moment longer and then he stood too. Moving quickly towards her, he grasped her hand. Ginny tried to pull away, unsure why she wasn't even hitting him. He held her tighter and tried to speak.
"It's..." He shoved up his sleeve and it rested loosely on his elbow. Ginny saw a small horse, black, and it was standing on its hind legs kicking at the air. She ran her fingers tentatively down the creature and she stepped away again.
"Where is it?" She looked around wildly; trying to find an escape route that she knew didn't exist. "Where is the Mark?" Her eyes rested on him.
He seemed pleasantly taken aback. "I don't have one."
Ginny, this time, was surprised. "What? Why not?" She narrowed her eyes like a child. "Daddy been too busy to get baby one?"
Malfoy charged at her and slammed her by her shoulders into the wall. "Don't ever...don't you ever speak to me like that. Especially about my father!" He bared his teeth at her. "And don't forget where you are."
Ginny pushed him off of her. She shook herself and looked at him.
He stared back, his face calm. "Are you hungry, or what?"
Ginny sniffed and tilted her chin up at him. "No."
He laughed, trying to keep his composure. "Are you trying to tell me that I made roast chicken for nothing then?"
Ginny opened her eyes. "What? Did I hear 'roast chicken' being uttered?" Her eyes closed again. "And 'made' by you? Perhaps I really did die..."
He sighed. "Maybe." Ginny scowled at him. "It had better be good." She walked over to the tray, earlier unnoticed. She picked at the chicken with her fingers and watched him as she put a piece of it in her mouth. Ginny closed her eyes briefly but they flicked open and back at him as she chewed. She narrowed them again.
"Did you make this?" She hesitated. "Really?"
He stared her down and silently dared her to ask him one more time, crossing his arms. But finally he spoke. "Tastes like?"
Ginny swallowed a big mouthful. "Like shit. I hate it." She tore at the chicken. "But I'll eat it so I don't insult you." Stuffing some meat into her mouth, she pulled out a needle-sized bone. She made as if she were going to stab him with it, but he remained unfazed and pulled it from her greasy fingers. "It's probably not wise for me to be eating this. But like I said, don't want to offend you."
He let out a snicker. "Don't expect this tomorrow. Tomorrow I'm going to kill you."
"You've been saying that everyday! Stop saying it or just kill me all ready because honestly, I'm tired of waiting." Ginny muttered through a mouthful of food.
"Tomorrow." He looked down on her and murmured again. "Tomorrow." Then he seemed suddenly detached, taken in a fit of rage, and left quickly.
Ginny shrugged her shoulders to herself. "I'll be waiting. As always. Day after day, for a month. Christ, has it really been that long..." she trailed off.
Of course it had.
And she had just gotten a plan.
Ginny stayed awake the whole night, planning. And also getting horrendous stomach cramps and having to use her bucket often. It was degrading, sure, but it gave her time to think. She certainly had eaten too much.
It wasn't much of a plan. So what. She could pretend she was getting her period. What would that get her? Not much, of course, unless she could fabricate some kind of story or something. But Malfoy wasn't a complete fool, he was educated, of course, and that meant he would know what she was up to and that her saving grace would last only for seven days. She wouldn't really be getting it either. She had taken a potion, just before Malfoy had come for her, and she wouldn't get it for several weeks more.
And by then she most likely really would be dead.
But still! What would she do? Tie a bunch of Muggle tampons and sanitary napkins together and strangle him when he came to deliver her food? Or make a long rope of them and throw them out of the tiny hole in the ceiling to hopefully catch someone's attention?
Ginny shook her head. The most she would get out of it was a bath...at the very most! Ginny gasped and stood up smiling. A bath! Of course. If she did get a bath she would at least see something of her surroundings! And maybe there would be some way of escape!
Ginny giggled. She sat back down and waited until the first few rays of sunlight shifted into the cell.
"Malfoy! Malfoy, get down here! Malfoy! Where are you?" She screeched through the door, pounding on it and making a ruckus. Finally a while later, he came.
"What the fuck do you want?" He was dressed, clean and did not look as though he had just woken up, which had been what she wanted. If he was tired, he would most likely agree just to get back to sleep. Ginny scowled. "Do you sleep at all?"
He returned the scowl. "No. I don't sleep." He leaned against the door. "What do you want?"
Ginny smiled. "Well, I am sure you are quite familiar with the term 'menstruation'. It's a medical word for a girl's monthly." She grinned as he stared at her.
"So?"
"'So'?" She frowned. "I don't quite think you understand. I have my period. I need 'supplies'."
He grunted disdainfully. "Ugh. No you don't. Take care of it yourself." He began to walk away.
"Malfoy, I need tampons and sanitary napkins. Or one or the other!" She yelled at his back. He would get them, of course. He had gotten her the single Muggle outfit and the food. He would get this even though she didn't need them. She just had to make him think that it really was her time.
"Oh, and Malfoy?" He stopped but didn't turn. "I'll need a bath." Ginny waited. "Several, actually. It's quite a messy business." She added, just to disgust him further.
He shook his head and walked away from her again.
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Hahaha. Actually, I don't even know.
Tell you lot what, if you think that I should make her die, tell me. I just want to see, since I've already got an idea and I'm not going to change it. No matter how much you beg. But just tell me if you want her to die. Oh yeah. I'm evil.
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