Concerning Women Prisoners of War

PaintedDragon

A/N: all standards disclaimers apply, as do warnings.

Chapter 3

Runaway

            When The Lord your God gives you victory in battle and you take the prisoners, you may see among them a beautiful woman that you like and want to marry. Take her to your home, where she will shave her head, cut her fingernails, and change her clothes. She is to stay in your house for a month and mourn her parents; after that you may marry her. ~ Deuteronomy 21:10-14

            Ginny ran from her capture as fast as her legs could carry her. The castle she was in was so dark and ominous, and she had no clue where she was at. She ran down this hallway, sprinted down that corridor. She turned right at one corner and left at another. Some hallways were twisted and winding. Others were straight and narrow. She had to get away from him; she had to get away from her doom. If she ran just a little bit longer, maybe she'll be able to escape. Maybe she could go home. But it's no use she thought,  your family no longer owns you.

             She forgot how long she had been running, but finally, she stopped at the darkened dead end of a hallway.

            She doubled over, trying hard to catch her breath. She took a couple deep breaths, and soon, her wheezing stopped. She took one more deep breath and her labored breathing stopped all together.

            "Weasley, is that you?" said a familiar voice. She looked up and glared at the owner.

            "My, my, my, Mr. Flint, what an unpleasant surprise," she said in a dead panned voice. Flint was in Percy's class, but he preferred to pick on her, Fred, and George. He twisted his almost ogre-like face into what seemed to be a sneer.

            "I see you're still the same little conniving brat with a smart mouth," He stuck his face next to hers. Ginny wrinkled her nose at his bad breath.

            "Ever hear of that new thing called 'brushing your teeth', Flint? It's quite brilliant, honestly. You see there's this little brush that you can put in your mouth, and there's this mint paste that goes on it.  What you do is, you take this paste, which is usually bought in a tube, and you put it on the brush. Then, you put the brush in your mouth and you run it over your teeth for a few minutes. Then you spit out the paste and volia`, clean teeth!" her voice drenched in sarcasm. 

            "You better watch it Weasley, or else one day, that enticing little mouth of yours will get you into trouble," He leaned in even closer. Her palms began to sweat. Oh God, no, please, get him away from me! Her mind screamed. He forcefully placed his mouth on hers, and pinned her against the wall. She tried hard to control her gag reflux as he forced his tongue into her mouth. She struggled against him, but that only increased his strength.

            "Get off me, you disgusting ogre!" she screamed as he moved his mouth off of hers and began to kiss her neck. God, save me from him. Make him go away. Somebody help me! Her thoughts begged.

            "Get off of her, Flint," Ginny could swear she heard the Hallelujah Chorus play when she heard Malfoy's voice. Flint picked his head up slightly.

            "Malfoy, leave me alone, I'm busy," he said over his shoulder. Flint's left ear was perfectly angled towards Ginny. Taking the initiative, Ginny leaned over and bit down on Flint's ear. Flint screamed and pulled back, ultimately ripping out a chunk of his ear. Ginny, completely grossed out at her actions, spit out the tiny chunk of ear, then vomited.

            "You twatting bitch," he cried, making for Ginny, pulling out his wand, "I'll make you pay for that!" He raised his wand, ready to curse her.

            "I would put that down, if I were you," Draco hissed. Ginny did see or hear much more, for her stomach began to heave again. Her body temperature rose a good five degrees, and the room was spinning. She leaned her head against the cool wall, which made her feel better for about two seconds. Bile rose to her mouth, and her heaving stomach began to contract more violently. The dry heaves were painful; she just wished something would come up. Finally, she retched, and her temperature went back down.

            Completely worn out, she slumped against the wall. The cold sweat on her body made her shiver as the stale castle air hit her.

            "Come on," Malfoy said gruffly, helping her up. He supported her limp body as they walked back to his chambers. Once they entered his chambers, he opened the door and walked her to the bed. He sat her down and left for a few moments. While he was gone, Ginny thought of the day's events.

            It was hard to believe just a few short hours ago she was a prisoner. Now, she was being forced to marry one of the richest men in all of history, just because of some stupid law written over a million years ago!

            A lump began to form in the throat again as she thought of her parents. It was because of her parents that she didn't recite the prayer. For a brief moment, she thought that if she didn't say anything, he might release her. But something inside of her clicked. It was too late to go back to her family. He had stripped her of her family, of her friends, of her life. She tried to escape it, but now, she had no choice. If she didn't commit to him, her life would be over.

            Suddenly, a revelation dawned on her. It was God's will for her to do this. If she married a Deatheater, she could protect her family! A surge of determination ran over her body as Malfoy re-entered the room.

            "Here, drink this," he said gruffly, thrusting a cup of something under her nose.

            "What is it?" she asked, taking it.

            "Pepper-Up Potion," he answered shortly. Ginny shrugged and lifted the cup to her lips. She drank down the peppery potion quickly and immediately felt a lot better.

            "Thank you," she whispered. Malfoy, whom had been leaning against the wall, cradling his head, hit the walk.

            "Why in the bloody hell did you run off, Weasley? God, you're just like the rest of your pathetic family, thick as pig shit! I mean, anybody with half a damn brain would realize that there are inbred degenerate nutters like Flint running around! What do you have to say for yourself?" he yelled.

            "I wasn't sure if I was ready or not," she answered simply. She looked at him with wide, innocent eyes. The rage etched on Malfoy's face disappeared, and he lifted an eyebrow.

            "You mean to tell me that you ran off in an unfamiliar castle just so you could think about whether or not you were ready to get married?" he asked flatly. Ginny began to swing her legs over the edge of the bed, just like a five year old child.

            "Uh huh," she answered, still keeping her childlike innocence in tact. She was having fun incensing his anger. It reminded her of the time back in fourth year she cursed the arrogant bastard. She smiled slightly at the memory.

            "You think this is funny, Weasley? Don't you know that you could've been killed by a miscellaneous booby trap set up around the castle that only people who know the castle could avoid? Obviously you don't because you grew up in a garden shed and the only other castle you were in was Hogwarts. This isn't like Hogwarts, Weasel; there are hidden booby traps everywhere!" Malfoy raved, his pale face splotched with red.

            "Malfoy, you're wrong," she said standing up and wandering over to the mirror. The look on his face was classic. He had obviously never been told he was wrong before.

            "You see, at home, I have to deal with Fred, George and all of their little joke shop experiments, Charlie and all of his Quidditch and dragon equipment. Bill has all of those ancient Egyptian curses under his belt, so he'll charm the house whenever he feels like it, which by the way, isn't a garden shed, but a nicely rebuilt two story Dutch farm house, compliments of the twins. Then there was Percy, who would lecture you about the importance of diligence, hard work, and Mr. Barty Crouch. You want to talk about lethal, you try staying awake during a three hour sermon on cauldron thickness. Finally there was Ron…well; Ron was more scared of me than anyone else. I take after the twins, maybe even twice as bad," Ginny almost giggled at Malfoy's slack jaw.

            "And then at Hogwarts, I had to deal with Peeves, Pansy, Snape, Crabbe, Goyle, Goyle's face, and you, the amazing bouncing inbred ferret," Ginny smirked at Malfoy's disgust.

            "You can talk?' was all he said. She nodded, unabashed by his comment.

            "Listen, I am willing to make my commitment to you now. Can we just get this over with," She asked. Malfoy snapped back into his stony faced demeanor and nodded.

            "You do realize that with the spoken contract, you are allowing me to punish you in any way I wish until the day of our marriage if you conduct any sort of misdemeanor?" he asked seriously. She nodded.

            "And you realize I will have to punish you for you're running away?" Again, she nodded.

            "I, Draco Malfoy…"

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A/N: Man, that was tough! I was trying to keep all of the characters in character, but it was so difficult! The next one should be easier…pls, r/r…thanks! ~PD