A/N: Hi. :-)

After a few brief seconds, Draco reached behind Ginny and pushed a small lever behind her back. As they fell into the room behind, Ginny began struggleing again, though she had no need of Malfoy's hand this time ot remind her what to scream. Malfou quickly broke th free from her and turned his wand on her BANG. Snakelike coreds burst from the air and wrrapoped around Ginny./ Al most as an afterthought, he flicked his wand agan, and a few more ropes wound around her mouth. With a swift movement, he pushed Ginny under his bed and left the room, straightening his long black cloak before he left.

Ginny was left there for what seemed like hours.

But he finally returned, closing the door softly behind him, and Ginny could hear more feet echoing in the hallway beyond. Placing a silencing charm aournd the room he pulleed her out from under the bed and set her in a chair. He drew a bottle of diamond-clear liquid out of his robes. Ginny's eyes widened. Veritaserum. But, unfortunately, Malfoy was too strong for her, forcing open her jaws and dribbleing the liquid down her throat.

"You're Ginny Weasley, correct?" Malfoy drawled, seating himself in another chair. Ginny's mind felt fuzzy. Why not answer him? Her name wouldn't hurt. "Yes," she replied dreamily.

"What were you doing before I caught you?"

"Well, I was searching your rooms here…and before that I chased a gnome around your garden…and before that I had dinner…"

"Stop, stop," Malfoy said, annoyed. Ginny gazed happily at him. "Why were you here?"

At this, Ginny's mind seemed to rear out of the cloud it had been coated in. Malfou was a Death Eater. He even still had his mask on. She couldn't tell him anything. But the clear potion he had given her was too strong. She told him the barest, and she hoped unleading truth. "I just wanted to have a look around the manor. A house-elf let me in."

"Really? What did you ant to have a look at, specifically?"

"Just the manor."

"Were you sent to try and find out what I'm up to?"

"Yes."

"You are from the Order of the Phoenix?"

Ginny would have gulped if she hadn't felt like she was frozen. But the Veritaserum was still strong in her veins. "Yes," she whispered again.

Malfoy leaned back in his chair, a slow his of breath escaping from behind his mask. He drummed his long white fingers against the polished arms of the chair in which he was seated. "Who runs the Order?" There was no emotion in his voice that Ginny could detect, though his voice seemed a fraction higher than it had previously been. "Albus Dumbledore," Ginny replied. "Who else is in the Order?"

Ginny was crying by the end of her interrogation. It wasn't harsh, or painful – Malfoy was icily polite – but it was extrememly thorough. Malfoy knew of the names of perhaps fifteen other people who were in the Order with Ginny, where some of them were at the moment, what certain assignments were, what they knew about the Death Eaters, himself most of all. When he finally dragged out of Ginny that the reason she was in the Malfoy Manor was not to spy on the Death Eater meeting, as Malfoy had supposed, but to watch him, Draco Malfoy he seemed disconcerted. Though she couldn't speak, Ginny thought of every swearword and dirty phrase she could think of and applied it to Malfoy with viscious pleasure, trying to ignore the feeling of betrayal that washed over her again and again when she thought of all the information she had given to Malfoy.

Malfoy finally got to his feet and after covering her mouth again, took her to a secret room behind his own and left her there in complete darkness.

Okay peoples, sorry for the shortness of this chappie, but I wanted to update and suddenly realized I hadn't written more than a paragraph or so for this chappie, so I just finished it up, cause at the moment I don't have any ideas to develop. Doesn't that bug you when you write something? You know what you want to happen, but you can't get there without certain necessary steps that you don't know yet? That always used to happen to me when I was taking Geometry. The teacher would give me the prove statement, and I'd sit there and go huh? for five minutes or so till I got over my block and started working.

GTG. Bye. :-)