A/N: Thanks for the reviews. It helps to know more people then just me think I'm going in the right direction.
Ginny lay on the floor, her breath coming in painful gasps. She wished Draco would come. It was longer than usual. Lucius had left quite a while ago but Draco hadn't come. The pain had subsided some but her broken ribs and empty stomach were enough to cause her to be dizzy. As she thought about it, the stomach was worse than the rest now. How odd, the ribs were even feeling better.
She thought about the attack. Again the beating had been severe but the brutality before the beating was what stuck in her mind. It had not been a dream this time. His hands and lips had been on her skin this time. Goose pimples rose on her bare torso and she shuddered.
She was angry at herself. Her body had betrayed her yet again. She'd had to stop her body from responding to his touch even as her mind was recoiling at the thought of his touch. The more she had resisted the more flushed her body had felt.
Yet Lucius had seemed frustrated just before he'd begun the beating. Every time he touched her skin he drew back quickly as if in pain. In the dreams his ministrations had been constant and smooth. He kissed her, his hands roamed down her body. She returned the kiss and her body tensed in anticipation whenever his hands neared a sensitive area. She ran her hands through his long platinum hair and across his strong shoulders. She was angry at herself for thinking about the dream. But even more ashamed for enjoying it.
Were was Draco? Her body didn't hurt much now, her ribs ached but breathing didn't hurt any longer. Her hands were asleep from being bound so long and she couldn't lay comfortably in any position. She wiggled her body until she could sit up.
The bruises on her torso seemed to be fading. She wondered if all of the healing potions she'd taken in the last couple of days were still working on her. She'd never heard of anything of the like but there was no doubt she was healing.
When Lucius entered the sitting room, Draco and Narsissa were having tea. He sat heavily in his chair and looked at them. Narsissa looked back at him, an odd look in her eye. "Tea, dear?" she asked her voice dreamily. She called for Dobby but Draco poured it.
"Which robe will you be wearing tonight?" Lucius asked his wife after a sip of his tea.
"Tonight?"
"Yes, dear don't you remember? We're going to a dinner party."
"Oh, yes at the Avery's, I remember,"
"No, Narsissa, the Avery's are dead. We're going to the Plums."
"Dead?" said Narsissa as if he had said they were on vacation, "Well it was nice of the Plums to host the wake. I suppose I should wear my good black robe."
Lucius raised his eyebrows and looked at his son, Draco looked away.
"It's just a dinner party, not a wake," Draco told his mother.
"Oh, I see, but we still must remember to send a card on to the Avery's family. In that case I will wear my emerald robe,"
Narsissa continued to chatter at him and Draco until Draco was done with his tea.
"If you are done Draco, I need your assistance," Lucius told his son.
Draco rose and followed his father into his study. After the door was shut and they both were sitting, Lucius pulled the Dark Lords' wand from a box on the shelf.
" She is getting too powerful, we must take it soon." Lucius uttered.
Draco nodded as he watched his father caress the wand lovingly.
"I want to test this before we use it on her. The ministry may have done something to it. "
Again Draco nodded, "What do you have in mind?"
"I'm going to use it on you."
Draco sat up, his hand reaching for his pocket. "If the Ministry did something to it, then it could harm me."
"It may but I can't have it damaging the Dark Lords power."
Draco jumped up and pulled his wand out but his father stunned him before he could open his mouth. He fell back into the chair and his wand clattered to the floor. Lucius stood over his son.
"Expecto Animicaptus Abduco." He tapped Draco's chest with his wand. He pulled the wand away and the mist, Draco's power was pulled from his chest. Draco regained his senses but could not move nor catch his breath. The mist had formed into a miniature version of Draco. "Aloh Animicaptus Draco." The wand touched the mist and it stuck. "Animicaptus Acio." Lucius pulled the mist, his sons power and pulled it into his chest.
Lucius looked down at his son. Draco had slumped once again into the chair. Lucius felt the power surging through him. He had never felt so invincible. Perhaps this is how the Dark Lord had felt. Power without end, nothing could touch him, nothing could stop him . . . But it wasn't the Dark Lords power that he possessed, the girl, she had it. If she found the truth, if she found she possessed untold power, she could be more powerful than he. He had to take the Dark Lords power. Lucius looked at his son who was just now stirring again. He couldn't take it without the boys help but didn't want to give the power back.
Draco opened his eyes and his head spin. His breath was hollow in his chest and he felt as if he would be sick. He had never felt so weak, it was all he could do to look up at his father. "Father . . . " his voice sounded like gravel.
Lucius turned from him and walked to the window.
"What have you done?" Draco managed to croak out. He stood but felt weak. He picked up his wand, it felt like nothing more than a piece of wood in his hand. He twitched it to produce sparks but nothing happened. No sparks nor the warm, tingling sensation that accompanied the activation of a wand.
"You have no more power than a muggle now," his father drawled still with his back to him. "The wand is undamaged,"
Draco knew he meant the Master's wand and not his own, but how could he be a muggle? How could he have no power at all, it had to be a trick? His father must have switched his wand with just a stick while he was knocked out. "No, it can't be . . . "
"It is no trick, Draco. I have your animicaptus, your breath of power."
"I wasn't willing," Draco said in disbelief.
"A blood relative can easily take an other's power," Lucius told his son, "Flitwick told us that, don't you remember?" He turned and looked at his son.
"Give it back," Draco demanded, he advanced on his father but knew he was no threat. So did Lucius. "Father, you must give it back. You need me."
Lucius sighed, he knew the boy was right. He smiled, "Of course, have you regained enough strength?"
Draco found it difficult to walk across the floor but he told his father he was ready.
Lucius pulled the Animicaptus from his own chest, separated Draco's from his own and replaced it in his chest.
Draco felt strong and powerful again. He had to suppress the urge to hit his father with something unforgivable.