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Chapter 3: The Hold

"Malfoy!" a shakey voice called, just as Draco was beginning his descent down a flight of stairs. He grinned to himself before turning around to see Ginny hurrying after him.

"Why are you doing this?" She asked weakly, stopping at the top of the stairs and holding onto the bannister as if it was the only means keeping her from toppling over then and there.

"I don't know what you mean," he said calmly, smirking to himself at the site of her watery eyes.

"Yes you do!" she screeched, the blue veins in her hand standing out brightly against her blanched skin as she flexed. "Why are you tormenting me?!?" She sobbed, lowering herself to the floor slowly as her knees gave way as if her spirit had just been ripped out of her body along with her strength.

"Am I tormenting you more then usual? I hadn't noticed," he shrugged, a sadistic smile spreading across his pale lips at the site of emotional wreckage rocking back and forth at his feet. She was nearly where he wanted her. Draco could sense her willpower was almost drained and soon there would be no resistance left in her. She would give up fighting and no longer would his obsession control him. He would be able to think freely without Ginny Weasley monopolizing his thoughts every hour of every day. Draco laughed quietly, though loud enough for her to hear him, and turned to go.

"Please…" he heard her plead softly after him, "leave me alone…please…"

Draco returned to his empty common room and sprawled on one of the plush velvet couches conemplating his final move. It had been far easier then he had anticipated. Once he had Ginny Weasley, he could throw her back as he did with all of his other used toys and his obsession would be done. Then he'd be free to return to his meaningless physical relationships that he had been boycotting for the last few months because his desire for the redhead was too overwhelming. His previous relationships no longer interested him, but soon he would feel satisfied again, he mused, putting his hands behind his head and staring up at the ceiling.

"I can't believe how she cowerd at my feet," he said out loud in the empty common room, laughing manically as his eyes drifted to the red and yellow flames eating at the logs in the hearth. He found himself silently mocking the dried wood that seemed to be struggling against the overpowering fire. 'It's no use trying to stop it,' Draco thought, 'we all have to know when we're beat.'

Just like the logs in the fireplace, there were certain things in Draco Malfoy's life that he could never control. He had been taught to dominate, to use, to force and manipulate in every way. It was only until later that he realized it was he that was being dominated and forced. His future was already planned, his freedom had been taken away even before he was born. He hated it and he despized the one that did it to him. His father. Luckily he had one thing he could control; other people. They bent at his will, followed him whither he went, and acted when he commanded it.

Draco didn't know how long he layed there, warming himself by the fire and thinking about corrupting the already tormented girl to end his madness. But soon the Slytherins were returning from dinner and Draco drifted up to his dorm room, not wanting to answer anyone's questions about his sudden absence at their table. No one knew about his fixation with Ginny Weasley, for it was merely that. And the sooner he had crushed the girl that taunted him in his dreams, the sooner it would all be over.

No sooner had Draco settled himself comfortably on his silky sheets with his Potion's book, then there was a knock on his door.