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The cell door opened and Ginny looked up at Draco. He had an odd look on his face. "Follow me," he bid. He turned and walked out of the cell.

Ginny looked up in shock then followed quickly. Draco was already on the stairs and she trotted to catch up, afraid that he would change his mind and put her back in the cell.

An anti-apperate charm was in place on the dungeon. Perhaps it was only on the dungeon. As Ginny gained the top of the stairs, she attempted to apperate. She had intended to apperate outside of the Burrow but found herself in a lavishly appointed sitting room.

In a moment Draco was beside her. He didn't look angry, as she expected, at her attempted escape.

"Sit, sit," he said as if he had expected her to shorten their walk by apperating.

Ginny tried again but managed to move only across the room.

"Or sit there by the fire if you wish."

Shocked she sat in the large leather armchair behind her.

"I have a gift for you." Draco picked up a large flat box from a table and layed it in her lap.

Ginny watched him while he sat beside her. What was he up to? What kind of gift did a captor give his captive? Something dark and dangerous no doubt, something to make her give in to his demands. She looked warily at the box.

"Go ahead. It won't bite."

Carefully she lifted the lid. Fine green linen met her eyes. It was a fine robe, nicer than anything Ginny had ever owned, except her best dress robes. The small green snake that was embroidered on the lapel was of spun emerald and a ruby shone as its eye.

"Do you like it?" Draco's voice was hopeful.

"Well, yes, but you don't intend to really give this to me, do you? Won't your mother miss it?"

"No, she won't miss it." Draco stood and pulled the robe from the box. Grasping her hand, he drew her to her feet. "It's not hers," he told her truthfully, "I bought it for you," he lied. His mind went to dear Emily for a moment before he pushed the thought aside. He held it up to her and judged the effect. Lovely.

Ginny's eyes sparkled with glee. Narsissa had been nearly right. She'd rarely had anything that wasn't second hand.

Again he took her hand, "Come, I've drawn a bath for you, and when you're done we'll have dinner."

Her stomach growled and he grinned at her. "Perhaps, dinner first?"

"No, no, bath first," she said following, "I'm sure I smell rather ripe."

"Very well," Draco led the way through several rooms. Ginny couldn't help but ogle at the beautiful expensive things that filled the rooms.

"Here we are," Draco opened the door to an elegant bathroom dominated by a very large marble tub.

"I'll be in the sitting room when you are finished. If you get lost, just apperate. The sitting room has a charm on it to draw any apperating or disapperating in this house to it," he told her as if she hadn't already found that out.

After he left, she locked the door and pulled her filthy, bloodstained robe over her head, she slipped thankfully into the steamy, sweet-scented water. She sighed and leaned back, relaxing against the soft side of the tub. She hadn't realized how sore her body was until she began to relax.

Finally Ginny sat up and looked for the soap. Her eyes found it across the room and she hated the thought of dripping across the floor to get it. If only she had her wand. She sat back and closed her eyes again, delaying the inevitable, wet, cold journey across the room. "Accio soap," she said lazily but then sat up with a shock as something plopped into the water beside her. She picked up a bar of soap from the water and looked at it in amazement.

Draco slouched in his father's chair in front of the fire, watching the flames lick the blackened logs. He allowed his mind to drift to a house in Switzerland.

His mother had met him at the station the summer that his father was sent to Azkaban. She then took him off to stay with a friend in Switzerland. She wanted to hide him, to protect him from the war and from Voldemorts wrath.

It was there that he met her, his dear Emily. She lived in the wizard village and he was smitten from the first moment he saw her. She had beautiful blonde hair, blue eyes and a laugh that could charm a dementor. They become fast friends and she confided in him that she never wanted to leave his side. He'd bought her the robes along with a ruby engagement ring. They were young but he thought that they had all the time in the world. He never got a chance to give her the ring or the robes. Aunt Bellatrix had shown up to bring him home. He hadn't wanted to go at first but Bellatrix had shared with Emily and her family just who Draco's family really was. The look on Emilys face was enough. He hadn't needed to be physically thrown out by her father.

Ginny was so unlike Emily in so many ways, he thought, but alike in many others. They looked nothing alike and Ginny was much more confident. . .

Ginny stood before Draco in emerald silk, her beautiful red hair cascading over her shoulder. The smile on her lips was paled by the one in her eyes as she took his hand and led him into the centre of the ballroom. The music played softly as he took her into his arms. The warm, sweet scent of her hair, the softness of her skin, the feel of her in his arms all combined to befuddle his mind.

"Malfoy!" came her voice through the dream. He shook himself awake and looked up at her. Green linen, not silk but just as lovely, but then the eyes. No smile danced in those eyes, only fire.

He sat up trying to shake the dream.

"What's happening to me?" she demanded.

"Why? What's happened?"

"Watch this," she demanded as she turned to the fire and pointed her finger at it, "Noxx!" the flames sputtered and died. She turned with her hands on her hips looking at him accusingly.