Concerning a Woman Prisoner of War
Chapter 6
PaintedDragon
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A/N: YAY I'm so excited, you guys gave me quick responses and I love them! I'm starting right away on my next chapter. I've been waiting for this chapter forever. Draco and Ginny finally get married! Oh, thanx to Lina for pointing our Medusa is a Gorgon and not an Argonaut. I always got confused on those two. ;). Ok, enough chit-chat, time for a wedding!
It was dawn, her wedding day had arrived. She woke up in a separate chamber at the Malfoy mansion. Tradition clearly stated she could not see her soon to be husband until the ceremony. Ginny yawned, stretched, and rolled out of the large luxurious bed.
She padded over to the window and looked at the rising sun. A longing for home twanged her heart, and Ginny tried hard to fight back tears. Here she was, sixteen years old, about to be married. To add injury to insult, her family wouldn't be there on the supposedly happiest day of her life. However, Malfoy wasn't a bad person, once in a while, but she'd rather be with someone else.
Ginny watched the sun slowly make its way up the horizon. Once it fully rose, there was a knock at her chamber door.
"Come in," she called, and the door flew open. Several boxes flew in, followed by Narcissia Malfoy. The boxes neatly landed in a stack on Ginny's trunk, all in order from biggest to smallest. Narcissa flicked her wand at the bed, and it quickly made itself.
"There's a lot to do before ten, Virginia," Narcissa said, laying her wand on Ginny's vanity.
"I know," Ginny answered, and glumly sat on the vanity stool. Narcissa was usually a cold hearted woman, but a woman nonetheless. Even though her only son was marrying a Weasley, it was still a wedding, and Narcissa lived for large social gatherings. Plus, there was nothing more depressing than a depresse6d bride. She told Ginny she would be right back and quickly made her way to the closest fireplace.
Ginny was so blue about the entire day, she didn't notice Narcissa's absence. She just looked at herself in the mirror and stared at the reflection. Soon, she would no longer be a little girl, but a fully grown woman. The prospect made her cry. What happened to those carefree days when she and Ron and the twins terrorized Percy? Or when Charlie would sit down and play chess with her? She was too young to grow up!
"Oh, mummy, I wish you were here!" she whispered, sniffling.
"There, there my little Ginny no need to cry. It's your wedding day, you shouldn't be crying about a thing!" said an oh-so-familiar voice. Ginny's ears perked at the sound of the soothing voice. She turned around and ran into the open arms of her mother.
"Mummy, I missed you so much!" she cried. Molly looked down at her youngest child's now bald head and smiled. The past month had been hell for the Weasley family, with Arthur losing his job, their second oldest missing in action, and Percy still being a pompous jackass. When Molly received news that Ginny was to be married to Draco Malfoy, Molly just broke down into tears. When did war go from being hell to being absolute torture? But standing in that room, hugging her only daughter, the world seemed right again; the war was only a figment of her imagination.
A lump started to form in Narcissa's throat. Normally, she wouldn't be the kind to really care about mushy things. But this was her own flesh and blood's wedding, his only wedding. Yes, he was marrying nothing more than a beautiful slave, but she would make him happy producing many heirs, assuming she took after her mother in the fertility genes.
"Now my dear, it's already 8-o'clock! We need to get you too the chapel by 10! Let's get started!" Molly let go of her daughter and started to rummage around in her large bag.
"Chapel?" Ginny asked. Since when did she agree to have the wedding at a chapel?
"Of course, Virginia, the chapel; I refuse to let my son be married anywhere nut a church," said Narcissa, rummaging through Ginny's wardrobe.
"Now my dear, time for your bath," Molly fished out a small purple bottle and placed it on the vanity. Ginny didn't have a chance to look at it, as she was being escorted out of her room by both women.
Ginny returned from her bath, smiling and squeaky clean. Both mothers sat her down at her vanity, and Narcissa summoned her extremely large make up collection. The women then began to apply the make up to Ginny's face. This was the first time in over a month that she was able to wear cosmetics. She was enjoying the attention she was getting from the two women, hustling and bustling about her.
When they had finished, Ginny saw herself in the mirror. She was beautiful. Her skin was glowing, her eyes covered in pearl colored eye shadow, her lips a light pink. The only thing that would make her more beautiful would be her hair. She wished she had it back as she ran a hand over her scalp which was now red with stubble of hair.
"It's 9, Molly," Narcissa said. Molly nodded and grabbed the bottle on the vanity.
"Let's go Ginny, we need to get you to the chapel," Molly said, leading her daughter to the fireplace. Narcissa mentioned she would meet the mother and daughter there; she then took Ginny's clothes and jewelry, and disapparated. Molly and Ginny stood in the fireplace, and taking a handful of Floo Powder, She yelled out "Saint Patrick's Chapel!"
Ginny and Mrs. Weasley flew through the Floo Network together, and jumped out into a back room of the Chapel. Ginny's face was all sooty, but her mother cast a quick scrubbing charm on her, and her impeccable state of beauty was restored.
"Sit down, Virginia," Narcissa said, motioning to a chair by an old Victorian vanity. Puzzled, Ginny took a seat in front of the mirror. She thought she was almost done with getting ready.
Molly took out the purple bottle from her bag again and handed it to Narcissa. Narcissa took out a pair of dragon hide gloves and ordered Ginny to lean back. She complied and her mother wrapped an old towel around her neck. Narcissa uncapped the bottle and poured the crème-like liquid onto Ginny's head.
Narcissa began to rub the potion into Ginny's scalp, and as she did Ginny felt a warm tingling sensation from her scalp. Ginny closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling. After a few minutes she heard Narcissa say "scourgify", and the feeling stopped. Ginny leaned forward, and opened her eyes. What she saw made her cry.
Her long tomato red hair had been restored to its previous length. The soft waves of her hair cascaded down her shoulder and stopped several inches above her elbow. The two mothers smiled at Ginny's reaction, and got to work pinning up her hair. Her hair was smooth and curled in medium sized curls. They were then pinned up with a few curls hanging free. A veil was substituted by a wire of white silk flowers and diamond pins erratically placed throughout the hair-do.
Her mother felt a lump forming in her throat. Soon, Ginny will no longer be her little girl. She was still enraged at the idea that her younger child was to be married at only 16, but nevertheless, the law was the law. She wished her daughter wouldn't have to marry into the most despicable family ever know throughout the wizarding world. She always dreamed for her children to be married to someone they knew and loved, not someone who captured her.
Narcissa was having somewhat identical feelings. She didn't particularly like the Weasley's, and whatever made Draco want to marry her was beyond Narcissa's comprehension. Narcissa refused to let her only son marry in a shotgun wedding. The wedding last week was nothing compared to the one that was going to happen today. Last week was not joyous, but rather, depressing. The bride kept crying throughout the service, the side of the room where her family was to be held only death-eaters. Narcissa and Lucius refused to let Draco's wedding happen like that. Narcissa contacted Molly and received a list of guests from the bride's side of the family. By request of Molly, the wedding was to be held in a church, with bridesmaids and the like. Both mothers wanted the day as normal as possible for the two young children.
Narcissa thought about everything as she and Molly helped Ginny dress. The ceremony was getting closer by the minute, and many of the guests began to arrive at the chapel. Narcissa knew all of the guests opposed one another, but her husband promised no killings and no fights. And as little as Narcissa liked the Potter boy, she would not like to see him killed on her son's wedding day. And God help the person who ruined her son's special day.
Ginny sucked in her breath as the mothers pulled on her corset strings. Even though these were modern times, Ginny was forced to wear a corset instead of a bra for her wedding. She pulled on the new underwear and garter belt and sat down to slide on her grandmother's old white silk stockings and fastened them to her garter belt. Ginny always preferred stockings and garter belts to pantyhose. They were sexier, and easier to manage. She slid on a baby blue and white satin garter onto her left thigh. She then stepped into her dress. It was white and it went slightly off the shoulder, the top trimmed in Venetian lace. The bodice was intricately beaded with light pink and pearl beads with little bunches of lace and silk that formed a design of flowers growing upwards. The neckline dipped slightly low, revealing a bit of her cleavage. The bodice stopped at the waistline, and it was trimmed with diamonds. The skirt was slightly full and flowing with a long train. She pulled on long white opera gloves and stepped into beautiful crystal glass shoes that once belonged to her great-great-great-great grandmother. They were charmed to form to her feet and move just as she did. Finally she added a pair of diamond stud earrings and put on Narcissa's diamond choker.
Ginny stepped in front of an old full length mirror. She was stunned by her appearance. Never before in her life did she look as beautiful as this. She instinctively placed a hand on her throat.
"Mama…I'm pretty, mama!" she said dazed. Upon hearing this, Narcissa felt a lump forming in her throat. Indeed, her son's soon-to-be wife was gorgeous, and yet, the young girl never realized it. It was quite obvious why her son picked the youngest Weasley for his wife. It was so sad that she never saw her beauty.
Moments later, Ginny found herself waiting at the door of the chapel. Her big moment was coming. She wished she was happier as she walked slowly down the aisle, her father next to her side.
The ceremony was a blur in her mind. She hardly remembered her vows, the exchanging of rings was already forgotten, and her "I do's" were erased from her mind. She wouldn't have been surprised if Malfoy was accused of placing the Imperious curse upon her. The only moment of the whole ceremony that she remembered was at the end. As soon as the priest said "You may kiss the bride", her heartbeat quickened and she began to sweat. As Malfoy took her into his arms and began to lean towards her, she had the sudden urge to scream "no!" and run away. But her cowardly ways won out and she allowed a soft kiss on her lips from her husband.
Walking down the aisle as Mrs. Draco Malfoy was probably the worst moment in her life. She tried so hard not to cry as the photographer snapped pictures of the new couple. She could care less that her wedding pictures would forever hold a sad smile on her face. She never wanted the union in the first place, so why should she have to fake happiness on the worst day of her entire life?
The ceremony was over, and the pictures were taken and the guests were thanked. All that was left for the newly wedded couple to do was the reception. Before leaving the church, Draco turned to his new wife.
"They're all waiting for us to go out there. Are you ready to go? Or do you want to sneak out the back?" He didn't look too happy either, Ginny noted.
"Let's just go and get this over with," she muttered shrugging her shoulders.
"If you insist," he said, "But if we must go out there, lets at least look happy to be with each other. As a Malfoy, you have to give the public what they want." Malfoy straightened his robes and held out his arm of his new wife. She took his arm and plastered on a happy grin. They walked out together and friends, family and reporters erupted into cheers. The couple ran to the decorated Firebolt waiting for them and took off waving to the spectators. They flew for some time, and landed into some woods.
"We have to wait a while," he told her as he helped her off the broom.
"Why?" she asked brushing off her dress. He pointed to an old soup can lying some yards away.
"My father set up a Portkey to get us back to the Manor. We have to wait a little bit to make an entrance," he said.
"How did you know to land here?" she asked.
"I was told specifically where it was, Weasel," he answered snottily. She rolled her eyes and ignored him. She was not in the mood for a fight.
Ginny rubbed her bare arms against the cold. She forgot to bring her cloak with her. She stood in the snowy wood shivering, looking up at the beautiful winter sky. A tear rolled down her cheek as she thought about past winters. She tried hard no to burst into tears, as she did not want her husband to see her like this. But she couldn't help it, and she started to sob silently.
Draco mistook his wife's sobs as violent shivers. Wordlessly, he unhooked his cloak, and walked over to the small shivering body. He wrapped the cloak around her shoulders and as he did he noticed she was crying. Silently he took her in his arms, hoping he was doing the right thing. He wasn't used to women crying around him, so he found it very awkward to be comforting his sobbing wife.
"Come on Weasley, being married to me isn't that bad," He tried to joke sometime later.
"Yes it is!" she sobbed, pulling away from him. Malfoy was taken aback by her outburst, but he didn't let her see it.
"What do you mean by that weasel?" the condescending tone returned to his voice.
"This is my wedding day, supposedly the happiest day of my life, and you're ruining it! I never wanted to be your wife in the first place, Malfoy, so why should I pretend like I do?" she snapped, the tears running down her cheeks, streaking her mascara.
"What, do you think I wanted to get married to the daughter of the poorest man the wizarding world has ever seen? Quite honestly, I wanted to marry Blaise Zabani, but then she started sleeping around with Nott. I refuse to touch any woman who had given herself to another man," he stuck his nose into the air.
"Well what about me?" she took a step closer, her eyes shining defiantly.
"Who says I'll sleep with you? I'm not going to taint my body with a deflowered wife, let alone someone as lowly as a Weasley."
"Newsflash, Malfoy, I'm a Malfoy too now, and furthermore, you have to sleep with me, it's your duty as a husband to have needs and it's my duty as a wife to satisfy them. It's in the law!"
"Weasley, I don't have needs. I suppress any sort of sexual feeling that I get. Sex only brings about trouble, and I don't need anymore trouble."
"What are you trying to say Malfoy?"
"I'm saying, Weasley, that besides being a poor, ragged Weasley, who can't even afford her own wand, that you are a trouble-making tramp!" He yelled, his usually cool blue eyes flashing gray. Without thinking, Ginny collided her fist into his nose, breaking it upon impact. He yelled as he cupped his nose trying to stop the blood from flowing onto his robes.
"You little bitch!" he screamed, his voice sounding as if he had a cold.
"Let's go, Malfoy," she ordered, not looking back at him.
The couple arrived at Malfoy manor, with Ginny's dress wet and Draco's nose still bleeding. Ron and his twin brothers tried to stifle their laughter at the sight. Molly rushed over to them and glared at her daughter. She knew perfectly well how Ginny's husband received a bloody nose.
"Come with me," she ordered, led the two out of the ballroom. In the hallway, Molly fixed Ginny's appearance and stopped Draco's bloody nose. She cleaned up the blood on his robes and sent the two back into the ballroom.
"Dear Lord, save those two," she prayed, giving an exasperated sigh.
AN: ok here's the 6th chapter! Sorry it took so long, but you know with school and all. I hope to have the seventh chapter out ASAP, but keep those reviews coming! They are a great motivator! I love you ALL!!!! Many many many huggles go out to all those who reviewed!