Ginny and Draco were still dancing when Draco's father tapped him on the shoulder. "My dear," he said to Ginny, "I'm going to have to deprive you of your escort for a moment. Draco, please come with me."
Draco squeezed her hand and followed his father out of the ballroom. Ginny strolled to the side and got herself a glass of punch. After a few minutes, Ginny found herself getting bored.
She wandered down the closest hallway. Standing by a big picture window, she heard a door opening to her left. Ginny turned herself around quickly and found herself looking straight into the eyes of Professor Snape.
"Weasley?" he asked quietly. "What in the devil are you doing here?"
"Professor Snape!" Ginny exclaimed. How in the world will she explain this?
"Are you here with Draco?" he asked, a look of understanding crossing his face.
Ginny nodded. "Yes, sir," she said.
He looked her over carefully. "Be careful Weasley," he said softly, turned and walked back towards the ballroom.
Ginny let out the breath she hadn't realized she was holding. She wondered if she should talk to him about being on the same side.
Ginerva...Ginny froze. "Tom?" she whispered.
We need to talk, Ginerva...Ginny held her head up high, and walked into the closest room. She had nothing to be afraid of. Her alligence hadn't changed. She was still loyal to Tom, but she wasn't in love with him anymore. Her heart belonged to Draco now. Surely he would understand that her loyalty would never waiver?
She seemed to have entered a small library. There were portraits of various Malfoy ancestors on the wall.
"Yes, Tom," she said firmly.
What have you done, Ginerva...
"What have I done?" Ginny asked, confused at the question. "I've been loyal to you, Tom. I've shared my thoughts with you for almost six years. What more do you need to prove my loyalty?"
It's not your loyalty that I'm questioning..."Good," Ginny told him.
You haven't called me to your bed...Ginny had no response for that. It was true. She stopped calling for him simply because she didn't need him to push herself over the edge anymore. Draco did that for her now.
Suddenly, there was a blinding pain behind Ginny's eyes. It was so staggering, that she dropped down to her knees, while she held her head.
YOU ARE MINE, GINERVA. MINE AND MINE ALONE. I REFUSE TO SHARE YOU ANY LONGER!
"Tom," Ginny whimpered. "Please..."
The pain was intensifying. Ginny curled herself up in a tiny ball on the floor.
YOU DO NOT LOVE THAT BOY, GINERVA! YOU LOVE ME. YOU WANT ME. I AM YOUR WORLD, NOT HIM!
"Tom," Ginny cried. "Stop this!"
DO YOU LOVE ME?Ginny knew she couldn't lie to him. The pain was gradually easing. She lifted herself up to her knees.
Answer me..."No," Ginny whispered, suddenly fearful for her life. "Not any longer."
I see...Ginny could hear the hard, cold fury in his voice. "I am loyal to you, Tom. That will never change. Please believe me!"
You once said you would never stop loving me..."I know," Ginny said softly. She wanted to cry, but she refused to cry in front of him. Her body relaxed as she felt Tom leave her mind.
She could taste bile in her throat. What did he mean about not sharing her any longer? Ginny didn't know what to do. She couldn't give up Draco, that would be like cutting off her own arm.
Just as she was standing up, she heard the door opening behind her. Ginny turned quickly and saw Lucius Malfoy entering the room.
"Hello, Myrtle," he said softly.
"Hello sir," she said, "This was a wonderful ball. I had a very nice time."
He nodded. "I see my son is quite taken with you."
"I'd like to think so," Ginny said playfully.
A silence settled over the room. Ginny squirmed uncomfortably as she watched Malfoy savor her body, the way her dress clung to her breasts and hips.
Finally, she was uncomfortable enough that she headed towards the door to leave. As she passed him, Malfoy grabbed her wrist.
Waving his wand, the door closed firmly behind them. "I would still like to talk, Myrtle," he said, giving a dry laugh. "Or should I say Ginny Weasley."
"Let me go," Ginny said menacingly.
"I never thought I'd live to see the day when my son was in love with a Weasley," he spat. He tugged on her arm and brought her in close. Wrapping his arms around her, she could feel his breath on her neck.
His hands roamed her bottom. Ginny started struggling, trying to get out of his grasp. "You must be an amazing fuck, Weasley," he said, nuzzling her neck. "There is no way my son could love you any other way."
Ginny was able to free one hand and slapped Malfoy right across the face. "Stop this!" she cried.
Her struggle only seemed to excite him more. "I just want to sample the goods," he whispered, pushing her down on the floor. Her cheek slammed into the corner of a small coffee table. She whimpered out in pain.
He was right on top of her, trying to lift her dress up. Ginny was at a loss. She knew she could scream, but that would be the worst thing she could do.
Luckily, Malfoy made a tiny mistake. He got up to his knees to undo his trousers. Ginny took that moment to kick him right in his private area. As his eyes crossed in pain, Ginny stood up and ran out of the room.
She could see Draco in the ballroom, dancing with his mother. Ginny went to the edge of the room, trying to catch his eye desperately. He saw her, and stopped dancing immediately.
A moment later he was by her side. "We need to leave," Ginny said, trying to hold back her tears. Too much had happened.
Draco put his arm around her protectively. "Then we'll leave," he said, brushing his thumb over the cut on her cheek.
He made a motion to his mother, who joined them. "Mother, we need to leave. Could you please make a Portkey for us?"
Her mother nodded, as she looked Ginny over carefully. She said the incantation. "It will be ready in three minutes," she told them. She gave Draco a kiss on the cheek. "I'm sure we'll see you soon."
Just then, Ginny could see Lucius Malfoy exiting the room. Draco turned his head to see what she was looking at. Her body tensed as he walked towards them.
"He touched you, didn't he," Draco said, in a low voice she didn't recognize.
"I'm not talking about it here," Ginny whispered. She felt the tug on her navel. A few minutes later, they were in the Room of Requirements.
Ginny sat down on the closest chair and started crying. She hated showing so much weakness in front of Draco, but she couldn't contain her tears any longer.
"Ginny," Draco said softly, kneeling in front of her. "Please don't cry, sweetheart, I'm here."
She lowered herself into his arms. For a while, they just knelt there, holding each other.
"What happened?" Draco finally asked.
"You father just...he was just curious why you loved me, and wanted to find out for himself," Ginny admitted.
"I'm sorry," Draco told her.
"Don't be sorry," Ginny said sharply. "You have nothing to be sorry for."
"I just want to protect you," Draco admitted.
"I can protect myself," Ginny said.
"I know," Draco sighed. "That doesn't mean I don't want to help."
She smiled, and the next thing she felt was Draco's lips pressed hungrily on her own.
She surrendered herself to him. They stood up, and walked slowly to the bed, kissing the whole while.
"I love you," he said. "I just don't want anything to happen to you."
"I know," she said tenderly, as they shed their clothing. "I love you, too."
They lay side by side, exploring each other. Ginny felt a need for him to be inside her. She desperately wanted him inside.
She gently lowered herself on top of him and started rocking slowly. She reveled on how he filled her up. Draco stroked her breasts while Ginny continued to move.
His hand moved to her sex. She gasped out loud as he started stroking her there. She picked up tempo. She grasped his shoulders, feeling him starting to thrust with her.
She called out his name as she reached her climax. Ginny continued to rock until she felt Draco release. Then she nestled herself into his arms.
She would worry about Tom another day.