Authors Note: Sorry the chapters are so short. With three kids I rarely get more than a few sentences written before being interrupted. If I want to update anymore often than every few weeks, they have to be short.

I've added to this chapter. I couldn't go to sleep last night so I got up and wrote. I was considering whether to make it a new chapter, but it fits nicely in this one.

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters I only take them out to play.

Draco was still mulling over his confused feelings when he met his father on the stairs to the dungeon.

"There you are," Lucius said snapping Draco out of his thoughts. "You've attended to the girl? She's in a cell?"

Draco nodded.

"Did your mother see her?"

"She was in the sitting room when I arrived but didn't seem to notice her. She was yelling at the lamp again."

Lucius sighed heavily looking up through the floor in the direction of the sitting room. "I suppose we'll need to get some help with her before too long, but we'll need to deal with this situation before we bring anyone into this house. Can't have a stranger finding a prisoner in our dungeons, now can we?"

Draco didn't answer. His father didn't expect one.

"I have a plan on how to do this, if you'll hear it, Father,"

"A plan on how to break her?" Lucius chuckled, "All we need is a little well placed torture. Perhaps an application of an unforgivable curse might do the trick,"

"Ginny Weasley is very stubborn and dead set against doing anything to help our cause," Draco began, unintentionally using the same phrase the small man had used earlier.

The Cause. It was all Lucius thought about in Azkaban. After Voldemort was gone and the Death Eaters dead or captured the world believed that the Cause was dead. Because the Cause was dead, the broken man, who had spent several years in Azkaban was no longer a threat. That is what the world believed. But the man was not broken and he had not lost faith in the Cause. And when this was done, the Dark Lord would be back, at least in spirit, and the Cause would continue.

"I know how to get her to give it to us willingly," Draco finished failing to notice his father's distraction. That got his fathers attention.

"Let us go to my study," Lucius turned and walked back up the stairs. The silly boy. His mother had sheltered him. While he was in Azkaban, Narsissa had tried to keep Draco from getting involved in the cause. She even had sent him away, but after a visit from her sister, Narsissa had relented and the boy took his place with the Death Eaters. His performance on his first assignment for the Dark Lord had been a failure. He was unable to finish the job and Snape had been forced to finish it. It was only Snapes pleading to the Dark Lord for mercy that had saved the boys life. What kind of a plan could the idiot boy have? Still, if the power was damaged or destroyed in their efforts to extract it, then their efforts would be for not, and the power could be lost forever. They entered the study and he sat down to listen.

The next morning, while Draco was eating breakfast, Lucius entered slightly dishevelled, his nose slightly pink. He smelled of hot peppers.

"Make a healing potion, add an extra measure of blue root and take it down to the dungeon." Lucius ordered then stocked out of the room without any further comment.

Draco left his breakfast and hurried to do as he was told.

Carefully entering the cell, Draco was disquieted at what he saw. Ginny was laying on the cot listlessly, her face swollen and discoloured. Her robe was torn even more and she was holding it limply in her hand to cover herself. There was a large abrasion on her shoulder that slowly dribbled dark red blood into her dark red hair. She didn't move when he entered and he feared his father had gone too far.

He dropped to his knee before her. She blinked and looked at him. Anger burned in her eyes along with pain.

"What has he done?" Draco asked.

"What does it look like he's done, Malfoy?"she answered thickly. Blood tinged her lips as she spoke.

"Here, sit up and drink this," Draco said offering her the potion in his hand.

She considered the potion as she would poison.

"It's a healing potion, not poison. It'll make you feel better," he assured.

"Why would you care?"

"Care?" Draco sneered, standing, "I don't. Take it or don't."

She sighed and tried to sit up. She cried out and lay back down breathing fast. Her hand let go of her robe and it fell away exposing her breast. She didn't seem to notice. Tears squeezed out of the corners of her closed eyes. Finally her breathing slowed and she opened her eyes.

Draco tore his eyes away from the perfect pink eye that stared at him and carefully replaced the scrap of cloth. "I promise you'll feel better," Draco softly said. "Here let me help you," He gently helped her sit up and she drank the potion.

The pain was intense at first, her eyes clouded red, but slowly the pain ebbed to a dull ache except the sharp cracks as her ribs repaired themselves. Finally only the ache remained. She realized then that her robe had slipped again. She covered herself and glared as Draco again tore his eyes away.

He got up and walked to the door and returned with his wand. She bristled at the sight. "To fix your cloths," he told her and she relaxed slightly."Vestis Repairo" Her robe repaired its self.

Ginny looked at him wondering what he was up to. She suddenly became very tired and yawned.

"It's the potion," he said, "it will make you sleep and heal the rest of the way." He helped her lay back onto the cot.

As her eyelids got heavy, she watched as Draco walked toward the door. "Thank you," softly escaped her lips as her eyes closed.

He turned at the sound and watched her drift into sleep.

Lucius brushed his knuckles lightly across her cheek and she opened her eyes. He gently kissed her. She did not fight him. He pulled her onto his lap, holding her in his arms. A strong hand tenderly caressed her breast as he took her mouth again. Without thinking she moaned in pleasure. There was no thought, no mind, just body. He removed her robe and worshipped her body with his lips. Slowly he explored the usually hidden portions of her flesh. She writhed in pleasure and anticipation, her breath coming in gasps . . .

Ginny suddenly sat up on the cot and looked around. She was alone. Where she was quickly flooded back to her. "A dream?" Ginny asked herself aloud. "Why would I dream like that about Malfoy?". She shook her head as if trying to shake loose the horrid thought. It clung like the bad taste in her mouth.

She stood but felt her legs shake beneath her and she sat back down. The beating that morning had been horrible. He'd ordered her again to say the incantation. When she refused, he'd thrown her against the wall. It got worse from there.

Was it the father's brutality and the son's uncharacteristic kindness that had given her such a bizarre dream? She shook her head once again. Perhaps it was a side effect of the potion.

She'd caught the words of the incantation this time, though she still couldn't determine what the spell was suppose to do. 'Aloh Animicaptus Voldemort' was what he'd wanted her to say. Obviously it had something to do with He-Must-Not-Be-Named. That was enough for her to know it couldn't be good. Ginny wished now that she'd payed closer attention in class when Professor Flitwick had taught them the language of new spells. It had seemed so useless then. She never planned to work in spell research, curse breaking or become a medi-witch. She had never felt the need to spend too much time learning Latin, Greek, Aramaic or any of the other dozen and a half languages that spellword roots came from. She wished she could remember the other parts of the incantation. They might help her understand the context of the spell, but Malfoy had not repeated them that morning and the night before was a fog.

"Fog." Ginny said to herself thoughtfully, "I wonder what that mist was."

As she pondered, she heard the lock click open and Draco slid into the room with a tray of food. He turned and stopped when he saw her awake. Reaching back he touched the door with his fingertips and the lock clicked back into place.

"You're awake," he said obviously. She gave him an icy stare. "Are you hungry?"

She wanted to disclaim her hunger, to not give in and be stubborn but her traitorous stomach gave a great roar at the sight of the roast beef sandwich.

Draco smiled. "I thought as much," he said bringing her the tray.

Ginny ate, ignoring Draco. He stood watching her, an odd grin upon his face.

When Ginny had finished eating and had drunk the butterbeer she looked up at him. "What do you want from me Malfoy?"

"You know what I want. I want you to give my father what he wants," Draco drawled looking seriously at her.

"I won't do it. I won't do anything to help a Death Eater." Ginny stood and faced the young man, looking him in the eye.

"Weasley, be reasonable. Do you really want to die? That's what will happen if you don't."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Didn't we already go over this?" she asked, "He's going to kill me even if I cooperate. Besides I don't even know what he really wants from me."

"You know what he wants." It was Draco's turn to roll his eyes. "The incantation."

"It's more than that. What does the spell do? And why me? What does it have to do with me?"

Draco was silent.

Ginny turned from him thinking. She went a few paces then turned quickly. "Voldemort!" she hissed. Draco visibly cringed at the name. "You're trying to bring him back aren't you?"

Again Draco was silent, his face not giving anything away. His silence said enough.

"You're trying to bring him back," she laughed in realization. "But it won't work. Harry made sure he was destroyed for good. There's nothing to bring back."

Draco sighed and shook his head turning toward the door, "You're mistaken Weasley,"

Ginny watched the door close behind him.

Did he mean mistaken about their plan or about He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?