Ginny crept into her dorm, careful not to wake anyone up, and changed quickly into her skimpy nightdress. Shiverering from the cold, she hurriedly hopped into her bed and wrapped the quilt around herself. The nightdress she wore was not very practical, nor warm. It was long, but the satin was thin and worn through years of use. It was also getting a little small for her. However, Harry loved her in it, so she continued to wear it for him.

Ginny smiled to herself as the bed began to warm with her body heat, and called out softly for her cat, Sheba. But her new Abyssinian was nowhere to be seen. She usually slept on Ginny's feet, but tonight there was no flash of silver fur against the quilt. Ginny called out to her again, a little louder this time. Nothing. Sighing, Ginny crawled out of bed and wrapped her quilt around her shoulders. She couldn't find her slippers, so she left the dorm barefoot.

Guessing Sheba was down in the Common Room, Ginny made her way down the stairs and into the dimly lit room. Sheba wasn't there. Ginny frowned in annoyance and cursed her adventurous cat. She knew she'd have to go and search for her. If Filch found her, he'd probably shoot her. Harry's Invisibilty Cloak was lying draped over an armchair, so she dropped her quilt on the floor and threw Harry's cloak over her shoulders instead. It was not nearly as warm, but gave her a feeling of security.

She left Gryffindor Tower hurriedly, guessing that the earlier she left, the quicker she'd get back. Resolving to go to the kitchens, she started off down a cold passageway. It was very dark, but the moon shone brilliantly through the windows, casting beams of pale light on the walls. The world looked ghostly and colourless, sending a chill through Ginny. She quickened her pace, eager to get to the kitchens.

Suddenly, there was a noise. Oh My God, Ginny thought to herself, she heard it again. A scratching sound was coming from the other side of the corridor, just a few metres away, in the dark where the moonlight did not reach. The sound didn't seem human, but anything was possible. Ginny's breathing quickened, her heart pounded against her ribcage. It moved suddenly into the light-

It was a cat.

But it was not her cat.

It was Mrs Norris. In her evil jaws she carried a large mouse - still squeaking and squirming in her clutches. Ginny backed away. If Mrs Norris was here, Filch certainly wouldn't be far away.

Ginny turned quietly and fled down the passageway. She entered a couple of side doors and climbed one of the main staircases. She was just turning a corner onto the fifth floor when suddenly her breath was knocked out of her and she fell to the stone floor. Fearfully, she glanced up at what she had just run into.

It was a man, but who the man was, she could not see. He was tall, blond and dressed in black. There were only two men in the world who fitted that description. Draco malfoy and-

Lucius Malfoy.

Ginny gasped in realisation, and the figure straightened up into the moonlight, glaring around him. He had heard her, but he could not see her. The confused look on his face told her that she still had the Invisibilty cloak around her. He was looking straight through her now - his silver eyes gleaming brighter and colder than the moonlight. She slowly backed towards the wall, her heart throbbed and she forgot to breath. Ginny watched him fearfully as she carefully pulled herself up against the wall, getting ready to make a run for it. Lucius still didn't know what had hit him. Maybe, just maybe she could get away undetected.

But Lucius was not that stupid.

Suddenly, as quick as a snake, Lucius's hand darted out and grasped the Invisibility material just below her neck. Ginny gasped in fear as he clasped her firmly and pulled her into him, ripping the hood off her head. His eyes only took a moment to register who she was.

"Well, well. Weasley junior. Or rather... not so junior anymore." Lucius looked deep into her eyes, searching her soul. "Yes, Draco's told me all about you - and Potter. How sweet, a couple now are we? Your choice for a wizard is not very inspiring though. I could think of better."

"Like Draco, you mean." Ginny had said the words before she could stop herself. She was practically frozen in fear! How did that slip out!?

"Not in your wildest dreams, Miss Weasley. I wouldn't wish a Weasley on anyone. Not even my son." A deep hatred was in his voice as he spat the last sentence out. But to Ginny's surprise, he continued.

"Then again... How is it that you ended up a Weasley? You're much too appealing to belong to that family. Disturbingly so, if I may say so."

"No, you may not!" Ginny was shocked at his words. Who did he think he was?

"Oh, but I will say so. And I could say or do a lot more." Lucius stopped, possibly thinking of the consequences of "doing" what he liked to her. His grip tightened around her neck.

Ginny writhed against his painful grip,"Please, just let me go. I want to go back to bed....please..."

"Oh, its not that easy Miss Weasley. You see, as honourable as your intentions may be, no one, walks the school after 9:30. I'm afraid it is now nearly 1:00 am, and you still are not in bed."

"I would be if you let me go" Ginny answered shakily. But Lucius was not listening. He was fingering the invisability cloak she still had draped around her shoulders.

"This is not yours is it? Your family could not afford such a fine cloak. I'm afraid I'm going to have to confiscate this-" He pulled it from her, and his eyes travelled down to her wrist. His fingers ran along the cold, delicate metal of her bracelet, and he pulled it from her wrist. "-This too," he finished smugly.

Ginny's eyes widened in panic. "But it's Harry's, not mine-"

"This is, is it?" Lucius was holding up her bracelet, an amused gleam in his eye.

Ginny glared at him. "You know what I'm talking about."

"Really?" He laughed softly. "I'm not sure I do. Enlighten me."

"I had to find something, that's all," Ginny explained, "I wasn't doing anything! Don't take the cloak, Harry will kill me. Just let me go, you bastard!" Ginny was frightened, but she was also getting angry now. However, the look on Lucius' face immediately made her regret what she'd just said. He grabbed her chin roughly in his large hand and forced it up close to his face.

"I'm warning you, girl. No one ever speaks to me like that." Ginny recoiled in fear at the look in his piercing eyes, and tried to avoid his penetrating gaze. She said nothing in reply. Lucius' expression softened into a smirk at her submission. He could slap any disobediant woman into line, and this one was no different. Dominance was his weapon.

"Unless you want to get your pretty-little-self expelled," Lucius continued, somewhat calmer, "I suggest you reconsider what you just said. And no, you will not be getting any of these 'items' back. I think Snape will be rather fond of a few presents for once, and-" Ginny squirmed in his grip "-No, you are not going anywhere just yet."

****

Draco frowned. He was beginning to doubt whether he was actually going to find his Father at all. He had looked all over Hogwarts, and there was no sign of him. Finally he turned into a fifth floor corridor and spotted him. Draco picked up his pace and quietly called out to him.

"Father, there you are! I really need to speak with you."

Lucius turned, obviously annoyed at the intrusion. Draco could see that he was not alone. A girl was there too, and his Father had her gripped firmly around the neck. Looking closer, with a throb to his groin, Draco realised that it was in fact Ginny Weasley.

"What the f**k do you want Draco?" Lucius hissed. Then he changed his tone. "Tell me....What is the usual punishment for students who are caught wandering the corridors at night?"

Draco glanced at his father, not really registering what his father had just asked him, he was too busy staring at Ginny and wondering what she was doing in his Father's arms. Lucius began to lose his patience.

"I'll ask you again. What is the punishment for students who are out of bed after dark?"

Draco thought he'd better answer his father. After all, what was Ginny doing wandering around at this time of night anyway? Draco had long forgotten what he had wanted to talk to his father about now. His pale eyes travelled up and down her tempting body, the beginnings of a crafty idea formed in his mind.

"Oh, leave her to me, father."

"I wasn't talking about her," Lucius was quick to snap. "I was talking about you, you stupid boy."

Ginny sensed his grip on her loosen, as his attention turned to his son. Thinking quickly, she made a dash for it. But just like last time, Lucius' hand darted back out and grabbed her, tighter than before. Much tighter. She tried to scream, but he put a gloved hand over her mouth and held her to him. He spoke to her in an angry, dangerous voice.

"Now you listen to me, you little bitch, I said that you weren't going anywhere, and I meant it. I have done far worse to people in similar situations, so just count yourself lucky." He shook her as she cried out against his hand. "And you can stop all that noise, I don't need you waking the whole f**king school."

Draco, shocked at his Father's outburst, and rather defensive, seeing as it was Ginny that he was threatening, stepped forward. "Father, I said I'd deal with her myself."

Lucius turned on his son and sneered. "Yes, you'd like that, wouldn't you? I'm sure you'd love 'dealing' with her." His expression was one of disgust. "Even if she is a Weasley," His attention turned back to Ginny, "and a disobediant one at that."

"Father, let her go," Draco yelled at Lucius. His Father turned back to him again, pinning him with a penetrating stare. But instead of hurling another insult at his son, he thrust Ginny violently into Draco's arms.

"Take her and get back to bed," he snarled, before turning and sweeping off down the passage.

Ginny shrugged herself free of Draco's arms and turned to go.

"Hey," Draco stepped in front of her. "Don't I even get a 'thankyou' kiss for saving your arse from my dipshit Father?"

Ginny sighed in exhaustion and annoyance. "Thankyou then, Draco. But you're not getting a kiss for it."

"Weasley, you know you want to kiss me." Draco sniggered, "What girl in the castle doesn't? Feel privileged, I'm giving you the chance of a life-time."

Ginny gave him a disgusted look. "In your dreams, Malfoy."

Draco smirked at her. He noticed that she was looking very sexy. He drank in the sight of her in the moonlight. She wasn't in Hogwarts robes. She wore a long fitted night-dress which was deliciously low cut and showing off every curve of her body. Her glorious hair was unbound and stained black by the night. It fell, thick and curling, down her back. Draco's eyes travelled back to Ginny's sardonic face.

"Finished yet?" She asked mockingly, her voice dripping with sarcasm. One of her eyebrows was raised. Draco looked deeply into her eyes.

"Not really." He replied honestly. He wouldn't be finished until he'd gotten that bloody flimsy night-dress off her. "Planning a seduction, Weasley?" He drawled softly. Ginny's eyes widened in indignation.

"Certainly not one for you, Malfoy!" She spat at him, and stormed past him angrily. His hand flashed out and gripped her wrist, pulling her hard into him. His breathing came faster.

"Whether you meant it for me or not, the seduction thing is definately working," he growled into her ear. She pushed against him, trying to break free of his grasp, but it was no good. He was as strong as his Father.

"Let me go, Draco! I'm sick of this shit, I've had enough of it for one fricking night!" She shrieked, panicking despite herself. "Let me fricking well go!" She wondered at the back of her mind why she flipped out now, when it was in actual fact a lot more frightening when she was being held by Lucius. She guessed that she'd finally just had enough.

Draco's eyes flashed at her last remark, "Not a chance, Weasley. This is far too good a chance to pass up."

Ginny aimed a kick at his nether regions, but was easily stopped by Draco. "You're not getting anything out of me, you dick-driven asshole!" She cried hysterically.

Draco groaned. "Will you stop struggling, Weasley? You're doing unbearable things to me, here!" Indeed, his body was hard and aching with need.

"Then let me go!" Ginny struggled harder against him. Now she could feel his reaction to her movements quite clearly. His large erection pressed against her stomache. Draco smirked, his hand reaching beneath her night- dress. The thought of rape hadn't entered her mind until now, but now it seemed a strong possibility. She cried out in fear, loud enough for someone to hear.

Draco clamped a hand over her mouth. "Shut the f**k up, Weasley! Just shut the f**king hell up," he growled as he grabbed her and swung her into his arms. Deftly, he pulled open the nearest door and went in, locking it behind them both.

Ginny threw herself out of his arms and wrenched at the door handle, but she was not fast enough. Draco's strong hands pulled her back into his arms and he pulled her around to face him. She pushed against his shoulders, but he lowered her head to his and, almost gently, kissed her. He tugged the straps of her night-dress down, as his lips slid down her neck.

"Draco," Ginny spoke shakily, "Don't do this to me. You know you won't get away with it." She had hoped that saying that might discourage him, but it only provoked him. Angrily, he grabbed her shoulders and pulled her beneath him, his hips grinding against her own. Quickly, he unzipped his pants and extracted his throbbing manhood. Ginny gasped in terror as he violently yanked up her night-dress. Her sobs fell of deaf ears as Draco's hands slid up her body, his fingers fondling her breasts. His knee forcibly pried her legs apart.

Draco loved seeing Ginny like this, seeing her hands desperately struggling with his own. She was always so strong-willed, like she could never be defeated. But now here he was, dominating her and about to claim her. She was weak now. And he liked that.

He moved into position above her, his excitement buliding even more. His hands grabbed hers, pushing her wrists hard into the cold stone floor as his mouth crashed down on hers just as he was about to plunge inside of her-

Suddenly, a great flash of purple light hit Draco square in the stomache. He was flung back against the wall, hitting a row of old shelves. He fell to the floor and coughed softly.

"What the f**k?" He croaked in bewilderment. He looked up and was just in time to see Ginny's slender white form running down the passageway. She'd gotten away, and he hadn't even gotten what he'd wanted from her. His wand was lying a few feet away from him, still glowing with the after-affects of the spell Ginny had peformed on him. Somehow, she had managed to get it out of his robes while he'd been trying to have his way with her.

Crafty bitch.