A hand was covering Ginny's mouth. It wouldn't allow her to scream. She felt so scared, the black glove's rich leather aroma filling her nostrils. She cried for help, hoping the muffles would be clear enough for someone to hear her.
The hand's twin was now pressing down over her eyes. The one that was covering her mouth had now tied a piece of cloth around her face, allowing the hand to be free. She could feel the other hand letting go, seeing the dark dungeon, blood, and rope again. Will I be ok?
Draco couldn't move. He pulled out the knife and threw across the narrow hall. He clung onto the stone walls and lifted his useless body off the floor. He ran for Ginny although it hurt. His hands covered his wound, trying to stop the blood from dripping.
"Ginny! I'm coming!" he winced. "I'm on my way!"
Ginny lifted her head. The figure was now disappearing into the darkness, the torches along with it. Her hands were bound by the rope and blood was covering her face from all the struggling.
Draco dropped next her. He untied her mouth first. She gasped for breath as if her nose wouldn't work. He untied her hands and pulled her bloody robe off her.
"I thought I'd lost you. I didn't think you'd come back," Ginny cried. She wouldn't allow him to answer for she was already hugging him so tight.
Draco pushed her away. He was still gripping his cut.
"Not now, Ginny. It hurts too much," he whispered.
Ginny covered her mouth. She got up and pulled him to his feet. He took his arm and wrapped it around her neck. Walking towards where she was before her attack, the footsteps were heard again.
"Draco, I'm scared. What do we do?" she asked. She was pulled down by his weight. He had collapsed.
"Ginny, I can't walk. You have to go without me," Draco never thought he could sound cheesier in his whole life. "Run, Ginny."
Ginny shook her head. "Not without you. Sure, you were a... basilisk before today, to put it nicely. But I fancy you Draco and I'm not going to leave you behind."
Draco held her cheeks. He placed his forehead on hers and whispered, "I fancy you, too."
Ginny had finally felt like a sixteen year-old woman. Her first hug with a Slytherin, her first quest down to the dungeons, her first attacks. And now, her first, real kiss. She leaned forward, wrapping her arms around his neck and pecking his lips softly. It was short, but it would be memorable.
Draco smiled. "Go. I'll be fine."
Draco wasn't able to finish for Ginny was being pulled. He grasped her hand, pulling her back towards him. His pain must have stopped for he felt strong again.
"Draco Malfoy! Don't you dare let go of me!" Ginny screamed. She almost broke his hand because she see his fingers turning a deep purple from her grasp.
Draco tugged hard on her arms, pulling her as hard as she could. Alas, the figure was too tough of a person that Draco wasn't a worthy match. Ginny was snatched from his hands and all that he saw after that second was Ginny kicking and fighting to be set loose.
Ginny was getting sick and tired of being kidnapped. Each time she awoke, her head was throbbing and she was either tied up or chained up. She was sitting on a small wooden chair, her feet and hands tied to it with thick, silver rope. She was wet for some reason but she figured that the dungeons were always wet.
She struggled. This was getting scary. Why would someone want her so bad that they'd kidnap her three times? She gave up and just sat there. And before she knew it, a voice came from the nearest corner.
"You've been very feisty, you have. I've been trying for sometime to get you alone and tied up and away from humanity with out your little... basilisk."
"You're a pitiful creature. Why do you want me so badly? What's so special about me you'd go through all this?" Ginny gasped.
"Harry wasn't good enough and that filthy mud blood wasn't strong enough. And you're brother, Ginny, was a little 'tied' up for the while, too!" the voice laughed.
"What did you do to Ron? What did he do to you? Why are doing this? Where is Draco?" she yelped.
"Ron's in Potions, nothing, none of you little business, in the last dungeon!"
Ginny felt a broken piece of wood behind the chair where her hands were. She fingered to get it loose. "What did you do Draco?"
"Whose blood do you think you kept falling into or finding? I pretended to be Snape to get you two down here so I could finally dispose of him. I thought being the Prince of Slytherin was fit for me! Long time... no see Ginny Weasley," the figure of a young boy about Draco's age stepped from the shadows. A knife was in his hand. Tom Riddle was fed up with her running away.
"You... I thought we killed you?" the piece of wood fell into her hands. She used it to slip into the knot tying up hands. The cloth was dangling from her hands. She would still pretend she was tied.
"You didn't try hard enough. It was easy. A few weeks of watching you and Draco and I knew it would be easy. Snape got to you first; he was your number one attacker. I simply disposed of him and took it into my hands. Draco couldn't stop talking about you, you know. He said something that touched my heart. He thinks you're pretty. I think you're pretty pathetic," Tom spat.
Ginny wiggled her feet loose. She jumped at him, tackling him to the floor. "Leave... us... the... hell... ALONE!" she punched his face, red blood filling the cracks between her fingers.
He cut at her arm, her white blouse ripping abit. Ginny grabbed the knife, turning it at his loveless heart. "What part of that didn't you understand?" she jammed it into his chest...
