Concerning a Woman Prisoner

By: PaintedDragon

Please Note: this chapter is dark and mentions suicide. If u are recovering from suicidal attempts or are thinking of suicide please do not read this chapter

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

It had been two months since the wedding. Ginny was no longer able to see or speak to her family. The day after her wedding she and her new husband moved into the Malfoy vacation home in southern Ireland. It was a beautiful castle, with ivy snaking up the old stone walls, a beautiful enchanted garden, and over a hundred acres of land. She had all she could ever want; she had designer robes and a lavish bathroom. She had the newest broom to practice Quidditch, a servant to help her get ready in the morning. She didn't even have to sleep in the same bedroom as her husband. Draco, out of the responsibility he felt for his new wife, gave her anything to make her comfortable. So, why was she so unhappy?

Every night, as she slid into bed, betwixt her silk sheets, she cried herself to sleep. She longingly yearned for the old days when she lived with her family. She craved for the controlled chaos of the burrow. She wanted badly to hear her mother's voice screeching at her or her brothers or her father. She pined for the love that radiated from her home.

It was so quiet here. There was no enticing smells constantly wafting from the kitchen. She slept in four hundred to six hundred count sheets every night, unlike her old threadbare sheets with pictures of the Chuddley Cannons on them. She was still expecting to hear random explosions at all hours of the day, but she had no such luck. Draco was a quiet secluded boy, who had no use for affection or love, or anything else she was used to. Her body now craved even the slightest touch from her husband…and she hated herself for that.

She strolled over to her vanity in her room and stared at her reflection. She caressed her hair, thinking about her brother Charlie, who shared the same shade of red hair. She stood up and ran her hands down her sides, sizing up her figure. It wasn't necessarily perfect, but it was something to be desired. Her thighs were a little chunky, she had love handles, but the top of her tummy was rock hard. One tit was bigger than the other, and it wasn't like she had a small chest either. And although she had a good looking body, she retched at her reflection. She wore only her white lace bra and panty set and a white silk robe, and she mentally scolded herself for wearing something so scanty.

On her vanity, there stood a picture of her and her brothers from her wedding. She gingerly picked up the silver frame as she felt the sting of tears welling up in her eyes. She looked so happy while her brothers all playfully roughhoused in the picture. She watched as she gave her brother Ron a noogie. Big fat tears rolled off her cheeks. She'd never feel that happiness ever again. The only the she desperately wanted, she could never, ever have again.

In her frustration she threw down the silver picture frame as she let out a scream. She hated her life!

"Why God? Why did you DO this to me?" She yelled, looking at the ceiling. She, as expected, received no answer. She grabbed her hair and pulled on it as she sank to the ground. Her life seemed so bleak and pointless from this point on. She couldn't go on, she refused to go on. She crawled back over to her vanity and pulled her body up. She found a pair of nail scissors. She opened her scissors and rolled up the sleeves on her robe. Trembling, she dug the tip of the scissors into her flesh and slit her skin. There was incredible pain, she hated it, but the deep red against her pale skin was very beautiful. She repeated the process on the other wrist. She watched as the blood slowly dripped from her wrists. She sobbed as she turned to God for forgiveness for her sins. Then, she slipped into blackness, and fell to the ground.

Draco was incredibly annoyed with his wife. It was lunchtime and she hadn't joined him at the table. He had waited an entire ten minutes before storming upstairs to get her. He was starving and he couldn't wait for his wife any longer.

Storming towards her door he angrily pounded on it. He called her name, but there was no answer. He pounded again, screaming for her to "get her arse out here", but again, there came no response.

Thoroughly annoyed now, Draco pointed his wand at the door knob and said the unlocking charm. He heard the lock click and he burst into her room. The sight he met made the words die in his throat. She was lying there, in all white. Her skin matched her robe and underwear. He swallowed hard, feeling faint. But suddenly his adrenaline kicked in and he went into action.

He rushed over to hear and felt she was still warm. He felt good; he knew she had a chance. He ran over to the fireplace on the far end of the wall and threw Floo Powder into the fireplace and asked for St. Mungo's Hospital. He relayed the situation to the receptionist and in a matter of seconds a healer was there. He watched wordlessly as the healer saved his wife. A million questions flooded his mind. Why did she do this? Why would she hurt his image so badly? She wasn't a Weasley, she was a Malfoy now and she couldn't do stupid shit like this!

"Is she going to be ok?" he asked when the healer had finished. He nodded grimly, giving Draco a hard look.

"You should keep a better eye on her for the next few months. She might try to do it again," he said. Draco nodded and handed the man some money before he disaparated.

Sighing Draco Picked her up and took her to his room, where he ordered the house elf in there to bring them up some food. The house elf quickly responded, bringing the couple the lunch that was already waiting for them downstairs. Unable to contain himself, Draco tucked into the food with gusto. Even the event he just witnessed couldn't control his teenaged appetite.

Ginny woke up to the sounds of mastication. Not civilized eating, but animalistic mastication. Turning her head to the side, she saw Draco, eating his food in only a way that could be described as pure disgust. Ginny panicked and let out a blood curdling scream that caused Draco to jump and fall backwards whilst flailing his arms.

"Oh my God, I'm in HELL!" she wailed, "And it's poorly decorated!" She sobbed into her hands as the thought of spending an eternity in the gaudy room hit her. Draco sat up and rubbed his sore head.

"Excuse me?" he asked indignantly, "what do you mean this room is gaudy? It is so not gaudy!"

"This is even worse! Satan looks like my ex-husband!" she looked upward, "So this is what I get for eternal damnation? I thought you could be a little bit nicer and throw me into the river of poo or something."

"Weasley, you're not dead!" Draco said exasperated. She stopped her wailing and looked at her husband.

"What in bloody hell are you talking about?" she asked.

"Bloody hell, you lose two pints of blood and you go a bit batty," he muttered to himself. Ginny fell back onto the bed with a crestfallen look on her face.

"You mean…you saved me?" she asked. He shrugged.

"Don't think too much on it, Weasel. I only did what I had to," he tried to sound indifferent. She lay silent for a while, and after some time, he went back to eating. They stayed like that until she finally broke the silence.

"You shouldn't have saved me," she muttered. He looked up in mid chew with a puzzled look on his face.

"Why not? And don't give me some crap story about never wanting to live. It was a stupid move on your part, Weasel. If you were really unhappy, you could have told me. I could have done something for you," he said before stuffing the last bit of his tuna sandwich into his mouth. She stayed silent, ashamed of what she had done. The reasons, though valid, just didn't seem to be enough defenses for her to have done what she had.

"Weasley, why did you try to commit suicide?" he asked her quietly. She couldn't answer him…it'd be too embarrassing. How could she tell him she wanted affection from him? She hated the son of a bitch, but she wanted to feel his touch.

"Weasley," he placed a hand over her wrist and she nearly collapsed due to the ecstasy, "Tell me why you did it. Oh! Am I hurting you?" he removed his hand from her still tender wrist and her face fell. How could have he grown up in such a removed family with little affection? It seemed unnatural to her to not get hugged or punched playfully or anything for so long! Why did she have to feel so needy and wanton?

"Speak to me Weasley!" he yelled, his temper getting the best of him. She looked up, a doleful look in her large blue eyes.

"I'm hungry," she muttered. There, she said something. She nearly laughed as Draco's face fell when he went to go get her food. After all, he had eaten her portion too.

When he returned with her food, she tucked in, although in a more civilized manner than Draco had.

"Weasley, can you at least tell me why you tried to do what you did? I promise not to lose my temper or anything with you," Draco said quietly as she finished eating.

With food in her stomach, she felt a little more emboldened.

"I'm sick and tired of the quiet. I'm sick and tired at the lack of affection. I'm sick and tired that I usually spend my days to myself and only see you during meals. I want my family back, but I know I can't have it. I couldn't take it anymore, Malfoy! I wanted out and that was the only way I knew how!" she cried. She felt the lump in her throat rise again at the mention of her family.

"What do you mean by no affection? I'm affectionate!" he snapped. She snorted in a quite unladylike manner.

"You're about as affectionate as a cadaver. Malfoy, don't you understand? I'm not used to being so detached! I want closeness. I want more people…and not just servants! I want to talk to you more often, even though I hate you! Malfoy, I need people!" she was standing up now, crying to Malfoy.

"Well why didn't you tell me earlier, instead of trying to kill yourself!" he screamed, going nose to nose with her.

"Because I would have rather to have died than let you know that you make me miserable!" she hissed. He raised his hand and smacked her. The force of the hit made her head snap to the side. Placing a hand over the spot where he hit her, she looked up at him, stunned.

"You ungrateful little bitch! I gave you everything just to make you comfortable, and you repay me by trying to kill yourself? Then again, I'm not surprised. Weasleys were always unappreciative of their heritage, the filthy little clan of blood traitors!" his voice was low and dangerous, but his words were as powerful as venom. Without thinking, Ginny tackled him and began to pummel his face. He rolled over and pinned her down as he fought back. She bucked her hips, and while he was in mid air, she rolled away from him. He went to tackle her, but she was faster in kneeing him in the groin. He fell to the hard wood floor, groaning.

"Don't. You. EVER. Talk. About. My. Family. Like. That!" each word was punctuated by another and more severe kick to the groin. By the time she was done, Draco was throwing up and crying. She gave herself a little satisfied smirk. Then she gathered up a good amount of spit and spat on his face.

"Disgusting little ferret," she muttered as she stormed out of his room.

A/N: I'm very sorry that I haven't updated in like months. School's been rough and college apps are never fun. Add that to the stress of having writers block and WOW! I don't know when I can get the next installment out, but I hope for it to be soon. Please, show me some love and r/r! Love, PD