Ginny was distraught. The dream had been too real. She could almost feel his lips upon her skin, her hands in his silky hair. She shook all over.

"Was it a dream?" Ginny asked herself out loud. If it was, why was she dreaming like that?

The thought of that monster touching her made her gag again.

But in her dream she had been willing. WHY?

Ginny sat on the floor and wrapped her arms around herself trying to stop her shaking. She closed her eyes but saw his grey eyes boring into her. Carefully . . . Slowly . . . He slipped her robe off her shoulders, kissing down her neck and across her shoulders. Goose pimples rose over her skin and she shivered. She opened her eyes and got up. "Oh God," Ginny cried "what's happening?" She paced across the small cell. Tears flowed but she didn't wipe them away. She stopped her pacing and leaned against the wall, looking at the ceiling. She breathed deeply, trying to calm the storm in her mind. She ran her hands through her hair but quickly pulled them away from her head as the sensation reminded her of his hair through her fingers. "No!" Ginny asserted, "It was a dream. It wasn't real." Even as she said it didn't ring true. Her fingers remembered the warm softness of his hair, the smoothness of his skin and the ropes of muscle beneath. Her skin prickled at the memory of his soft lips and strong hands. Her eyes closed and she let out a moan.

Her eyes flew opened and she stomped her foot to rid her mind of the treacherous 'memories.'

Ginny went to the sink and washed her face in cool water. The water felt good and she decided to wash her body. Though the potion had healed the injuries, dried blood still clung in bits upon her body and stuck in her hair. She bathed as best she could, but lacking a towel, the effort left her robe clinging to her body and her hair dripping down her back. She did, however, feel better.

Ginny drank some water. She hadn't been given anything to eat and her stomach was still irate. She did her best to ignore it and sat on the cot and tried to formulate a plan to escape. Her mind kept drifting back to how good it had felt and she was ashamed for enjoying the sensations.

The lock clicked and she jumped. Was he coming back? Was he going to beat her or worse, make her body betray her again? 'No,' she told herself. It had been a dream. She looked for a weapon but nothing presented itself to defend her. She mustered her courage and launched herself at the door as it swung open.

Draco looked up surprised as she came at him. He had enough time to straight arm her as she collided with him. She was much too small to do more than shove him back a step and almost drop the plate he held.

"Whoa, there Ginny," he said pushing her gently back into the room.

Ginny stopped when she saw it was Draco and he had brought food. Her stomach leapt and growled. She cursed it for its betrayal also.

Draco smiled and handed her the plate.

Ginny took the plate a little too urgently and had devoured half of the meat pasty before she remembered her manners. She swallowed and looked at him. He watched her, an amused look on his face. "Thank you," she said before taking another bite.

He shook his head and gave a little chuckle.

Ginny stopped chewing and looked questioningly at him.

"Why are you thanking me? I'm partially responsible for you being here and I can only bring you food when father allows it. All I'm able to do about his treatment of you is to bring you healing potions. I don't know why you'd thank me."

"You bring it, no matter what your intentions or motivations, that is why I thank you." She gave him a smile.

Draco grinned and turned to leave. "Please stay and talk," Ginny asked almost panicking at the thought of being alone. She wanted someone to talk to, even if that someone was Draco Malfoy. She had never been good at being alone, she'd never had to do it, with such a large family growing up the only time she'd ever had to spend any time alone was Ron's first year at Hogwarts. That year, with only herself and her parents in the Burrow had been the loneliest, most unbearable time of her life. Even now, with her having her own flat, she spent more time at the Burrow than she did at her own place.

He turned back to her and smiled at her oddly. "You surprise me, Ginny Weasley. I would expect that I would be the last one you would wish to visit with,"

"Well not quite, I'd rather not visit with your father," she said. She had wanted it to sound like a joke but there was too much truth to the statement.

Draco grinned, "I guess we have a little bit in common, then don't we, Weasley."

He sat on the cot and watched her finish the pasty.

"I suppose I should have saved some of that for lunch," she stated then thought for a moment, "Or is it lunch time now? I can't tell what time it is, I'm not even sure how long I've been here." She sat at the end of the cot and looked expectantly at Draco.

"Father can't have a problem with me giving you that information, I guess," Draco stated. "It's around eight, Thursday morning. I don't know if I'll be able to bring you lunch but my parents will be out this evening at a dinner party so I'll bring you something whether he wants me to or not."

Ginny nodded then, "Are they looking for me yet?"

Draco considered the effects of the answer before he gave it. "I haven't heard anything, in fact I passed by your father at the Ministry yesterday afternoon and he looked rather normal. They may not have realized you're missing yet."

Ginny looked thoughtfully at her hands. They probably wouldn't have missed her the night she was abducted as she had stayed late at work so she could miss work the next day. She'd had a potion she was going to set to boil which had to be tended to for most of the next day. No one would have even expected her out of her house until yesterday evening. Even then she may not have been missed at dinner if the family thought the potion making hadn't gone right. She frowned. They might not, even now, realize yet. If only her mother's clock was still working . . . She sighed. Even if they knew she was gone, they wouldn't have a clue where to look for her. How was she going to get herself out of this? If only Harry, Hermione or even Ron was there. They would have a plan or at least have a better clue of what was going on.

Draco watched her face and read the despair therein. He scooted beside her and put his hand on hers. She looked up surprised. "I wish this hadn't happened." He looked grave.

"Let me go then! Please!"she implored him, tears coming to her eyes. His hand was warm upon her skin. The warmth spread up her arm and flowed into her chest making her feel better than she had a moment ago.

She looked into his eyes. They were so much like his fathers. The eyes. The hands on her skin. She shuddered and looked away as she pulled her hand away.

"You know I can't," Draco's voice was faint and full of intensity.

"Does it have to be me? Or am I just a convenient sacrifice?" Ginny forced herself to look at him again. She locked his eyes in hers. She saw him try to look away but he didn't. He seemed to be debating something, deciding what he could tell her. Finally, Ginny saw decision in his eyes.

Draco closed his eyes and sighed, "Yes, it had to be you, no one else. I can't explain why." His eyes looked defeated. "I never wanted all this to happen." He shook his head. "This wasn't supposed to get ugly like this. We were supposed to abduct you, perform the spell, do an obliviate charm on you and let you go. You could have gone on with your life, none the wiser."

Ginny looked deeper in his eyes and saw that he was truly pained at what was happening. This wasn't the Draco she knew. This wasn't the snide little prat who forever irritated her, teasing her about her family's economic status. Perhaps it was a trick, she thought.

Draco suddenly got up. "My father never listens to me. He never listens to anyone." He continued angrily, "If he'd listened to me or to . . . " He stopped before he named Flitwick. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, calming his self so he didn't mess up and say something he shouldn't. Finally he continued, "If he'd listened this wouldn't be happening."

Ginny was shocked at Draco's passion against his father and shaken by his revaluations about the plan gone wrong.

Draco came to her quickly and grabbed her shoulders. She winced away from him even though his touch was kind. "I promise. I will do what I can to keep you safe." He looked into her eyes for a moment then quickly left the room, leaving her befuddled.