Concerning A Woman Prisoner
Chapter 9
By: PaintedDragon
A/N: First off I again would like to apologize for my delay in this chapter. I'm having problems with how to go about new chapters without turning them into complete crap. I'm not so happy with this one because I lost my previous work on my desktop, and that chapter was one of those really powerful chapters that I get the joy of writing every once in so often. I rewrote this chapter to the best of my ability, but I don't think I was able to capture as much of the emotion as I hoped I would. But I hope you guys find this chapter as enjoyable as the last ones. Now for a few side notes: First off, I started writing this story way before I found out that Ginny's real name was Ginevra and not Virginia. I'm not going to go back and change every Virginia to Ginevra, sorry if this upsets you. Secondly, since I started this back after the fifth book was released some of the info may not be 100 correct. For example, Blaise Zabani is a man and not a woman. Although, I have to say, thanks to book six there are a few elements that I'm excited to add into this story. And finally, I had a complaint that the Draco in my story was too weak, especially since he was crying after being kicked really hard in his groin area in the last chapter. That person said they found it disgusting that he would stand up for that. I realize that my audience is mainly females, so I feel that I must clarify things that most girls don't understand. When a guy gets hit in his groin, it's almost an understatement that it hurts. I've had more than one guy tell me that many of them can't breathe for a few seconds, then afterward, the pain travels up towards the stomach, and they get nauseous. I would like to remind my readers that Draco wasn't kicked there just once, but multiple times, so try to sympathize with the poor guy. So now that I spent so long talking, go ahead and enjoy this latest installment of my story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of any of the characters that J.K. Rowling created. The song, "Come Fly With Me" belongs to the late, the great Frank Sinatra. The plot, however, is mine.
Ginny ran from her husband's room, tears streaking her face. She sank to the floor outside the bedroom and began to sob. Several months ago, she was your normal happy teenager. She laughed with her friends and hexed her enemies, but now that seemed so long ago. Her marriage to Draco took all humor and happiness away from her life. This revelation seriously depressed her. She never had a life where there was no happiness and joking. Maybe this was what pushed her over the edge and made her try to take her life…
Her life here was just getting more and more horrible by the day. Her sobs worsened as she thought of all the torture she has been through over the past few months. She would be turning seventeen soon, this was not the way a seventeen year old should have to live her life. Her husband wasn't making it much easier as he cared for her as much as one would care for a tick.
She heard a loud moan in the bedroom ands she sobbed again. As much as she hated her husband, even she felt extremely bad for kicking him in his groin as many times as she did. Living with many boys as she did, she knew that one kick to the groin could give the poor guy a pretty nasty stomach ache. She could imagine how bad he was feeling with eight good kicks aimed at his testicles. She hoped she didn't damage them. That would be a hell of a story to tell her in-laws when they started to demand a grandchild.
She sat for long while, just thinking about how her life sucked. She felt like she was turning more and more into Ron everyday. She spent quite a lot of time brooding over the silliest of things. Just like the other day, Malfoy was home in time to have tea with her. They hadn't had tea together in a while, but Draco still felt compelled to tell her that he only took milk in his tea. For some odd reason, Ginny took offense to this and was very curt to him (more so than usual) for the rest of the day.
She placed her chin on her knees and mused to herself. Since when did she start taking life so seriously? And furthermore, since when did life have to be so…black and white? I suppose marrying your family's enemy may change things just a bit She thought to herself. What was making her life so bad that she wanted to end it all? She heard a groan from the room and her question was answered.
She felt another twinge of guilt when she heard him. She thought of how bad pain in his balls was; God knows how bad the pain in his stomach was. She flinched when she heard him vomit. There was no way he was going to be able to walk in the morning.
Ginny stood up and started downstairs towards the kitchens. She was going to apologize to him and at least make him feel better. No man, not even Tom Riddle, deserved to be kicked hard in the balls eight times. She had the house elves get her some ice and she headed back up to her husband's room.
Draco was rather surprised to see his wife re-enter his room an hour after she kicked his ass, with her wand and a bag of ice in hand.
"What the bloody fuck do you want, you wench?" he snarled. Not only was he in physical pain, but he was rather embarrassed that his slip of a wife beat the shit out of him and he was on the ground crying like a school boy. If he didn't have to see her face for another fifty years, he'd be happy.
"Here, take this, this will make it feel a bit better," she said, giving him the ice. He had to admit, the cold ice did make the pain slowly subside. As grateful as he was for the ice, he still didn't want to see her for another fifty, maybe forty, years…
"Does everything feel alright down there?" she asked, "I mean, nothing feels crushed or bruised does it?" She asked as she reached into his shorts and started to feel around his crotch. He sat up on his elbows in surprise.
"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing Weasley?" he snapped.
"Making sure I didn't damage anything. Oh, yeah this one doesn't feel good at all," she muttered to her self. She held her wand over his groin area and a short burst of red stars flew out of her wand. Immediately, he felt some relief.
Ginny continued to feel around his groin. Even though he was in major pain, it took him all that he had to not get an erection. It had been such a long time since he and Blaise did anything, and even though he didn't particularly like Weasley, there was no denying the fact that she was pretty attractive.
She removed her hand from his shorts and absently rested it onto his leg.
"What does it matter to you that you damaged anything Weasel? It's not like I'm ever having sex with you," he said vehemently. She rolled her eyes.
"Gee, we aren't? And here I just thought that it was taking you three months to get an erection!" she retorted.
"You're not funny, weaselette," he shifted his weight to be able to look at her better.
"Look, I thought that one way or another your parents will be demanding you to create an heir. It would be fairly awkward to tell them that we can't have children because I damaged your testicles in a fight three months into our marriage."
"Hopefully we won't have to worry about that."
"And what possesses you to say that?"
"Because we haven't consummated our relation ship," he said matter-of-factly. She raised an eyebrow, prompting him to go on.
"Well, it's quite easy, Virginia. If we haven't consummated our relationship, the church doesn't consider our marriage valid. As long as we hate each other, we can easily get a divorce in a few years and you can go back to your family."
"That sounds like a fool proof plan, Malfoy," Ginny said sarcastically.
"Listen Weasley, when I was younger, I always promised myself that I would get married to a pureblood virgin. You however, are not what I planned to marry. Therefore, I will not allow you to place your dirty hands on me and taint my body," he said loftily. Ginny's jaw dropped and she folded her arms over her chest.
"How am I dirty?" her voice reveling how scandalized she felt.
"Are you going to sit here and pretend that you went out with Dean Thomas and you did nothing but hold hands and play friendly games of Exploding Snap? He does have a reputation, Weasley."
"And Blaise Zabani doesn't?" she saw Draco's jaw drop, "Oh don't play innocent with me Malfoy! Hermione told me about the one time she caught you and her doing a little bit more than swimming in the Prefect's Bathroom! And Lavender told me that one time she and Ron were looking for someplace quiet to mess around and they walked in on you and her playing medi-wizard! The entire school knew about your and Blaise's affair!"
"I never had sex with Blaise!" Ginny raised an eyebrow incredulously, "Don't give me that look! We never, ever had sex! Ok, yes, we did mess around. I have seen her naked and we have touched each other in ways most friends wouldn't. But I have never penetrated her!" Draco shouted indignantly.
"Oh God, did you have to be so graphic?" Ginny curled her lip in sheer disgust.
"Well it's true! I would never allow my body to be tainted by having sex with Blaise. She's the neighborhood broomstick; she's given just about everybody in our year a ride, not to mention some of the other older guys she's been with."
"Wait a sec here, you mean to tell me you'll go down on Blaise, but you won't even lay a finger on me?"
"Of course not! For one thing, you're no longer a virgin, and for another, I don't like you well enough to fool around with you!"
"I'll have you know that I've only had sex ten times split up amongst two different partners. And only one out of the ten times I did it I consented to doing so," Ginny shouted, her face turning a little red. Draco closed his mouth and was silent for a few seconds.
"How many times did Peter…?" he asked gently.
"At least three," she whispered absently rubbing the hip that he broke the last time he raped her. Draco sat up and placed a hand onto her arm when he realized something.
"You mean… Thomas raped you?" he whispered. He knew that Thomas was notorious for sweet talking the girls into bed, but he never thought that he would force a girl to have sex with him.
"In all fairness to him, I was his girlfriend, and should have been happy to give him what he wanted," she muttered, hanging her head. Draco discarded his ice and pulled Ginny a bit closer to him. As much as he hated the little weasel, he would never ever force her to have sex with him. He felt a surge of anger at her trying to defend him.
"You're sticking up for him? God Weasley, you must me a fucking saint to give him excuses," he said, disgusted.
"Well, you're a guy! You know how painful it is to get blue balls!" she shot back.
"Hey! Just because I'm a guy doesn't mean I'm so hungry for sex I'll do anything to get it, and that includes forcing a girl to do something against her will! Yeah, I admit, I can be a real prat sometimes, but I'd never rape a woman. Believe it or not, but my mum raised me to have respect for the woman I'm with!"
"I'm so sure!" she spat.
"Hey! I may be a real ass to you all the time, but I can guarantee one thing- I'll never take advantage of you. While you're with me, you'll never get physically hurt," he said, looking her in the eye.
"What does it matter to you if I get hurt? You only want to get a divorce anyways," she snapped.
"While you're still my wife, I will take care of you. I made a promise to you that I would. And Malfoys never make a promise they can't keep," he said.
"Then why did you make a promise to love and cherish me forever if you don't plan to?" she challenged. He sighed and rubbed his eyes.
"I honestly don't know how to answer that, Ginny, I really don't. Right now, I don't love you. I find it rather pointless and stupid to be in a loveless marriage, don't you?" he asked.
"Well I suppose…" she started.
"Then, if in a few years we still dislike each other, we can easily divorce and you can go home to your family. But if by some force of God we happen to fall in love, God Forbid, I promise to love and cherish you until death do us part," he said. She didn't seem satisfied with his answer.
"But why wait for a few years? Why not divorce now?" she asked. Again he rubbed his head and leaned it back onto the bed.
"I don't know if you noticed, Weasley, but I'm in the middle of fighting a war. I don't know if I'll come back the next time I leave. Let's wait until it's over and I can devote more time into the whole process," he told her tiredly. This answer seemed to satisfy her. She stood up, stretched and yawned.
"Well it seems as if you're doing better, so I think I'll be off to bed," she said. He stood up and stretched as well. It appeared most of the pain had gone.
"I think you need to spend the next few nights in here with me, Weasley. After today's little episode, I think it's be best if I made sure you're one hundred percent ok," he told her, folding his arms over his chest.
"You mean, sleep in the same bed with you?" she asked, disgusted. He smirked and shook his head.
"Don't act so excited, Virginia," he teased. She responded with a dirty look.
"I'll separate the bed with pillows, if that would make you happy."
"I guess I don't have much of a choice then…" she muttered, grudgingly agreeing. Draco fixed the bed and the both climbed into bed on either side of the pillow border. And soon, both teens drifted off to sleep.
Draco rolled over the next morning to find the other side of the bed empty. He groaned and decided to fall back asleep. But to his dismay, there were several noises that prevented his return to peaceful slumber. One of the noises was water running, while the other was horribly off key singing. With another groan he hoisted himself off his bed and walked to his bathroom, where the sounds were emitting. There he found his wife singing into a hairbrush.
"Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away! If you can you some exotic booze, there's a bar in far Bombay! Come fly with me, let's fly, let's fly away. Come fly with me, let's float down to Peru! In Llama land, there's a one man bad, and he'll toot his flute for you! Come fly with me, let's take off in the blue. Once I get you up there, where the air is rarified, we'll just fly, starry eyed. Once I get you up there, I'll be holding you so near, you may hear Angels cheer 'cause we're together. Weather wise, it's such a lovely day. Just say the words and we'll beat the birds down to Aca- Ahhh!" Ginny turned around and spotted Draco standing in the door way smirking at her. She hid her hairbrush behind her back.
"How long have you been standing there?" she demanded.
"Long enough to wonder where Aca- ahhh is located," he sniggered. She glared at him. He chuckled at her when she started to pout like a child. He pushed himself off the doorway and walked over to her.
"I never knew that you were such a morning person, Weasley," he smirked at her again.
"I'm not," she told him loftily, "I just happened to be stung by the singing bug this morning."
"Well then the next time the singing bug stings you, please try to suppress the urge to do so. The sound is quite awful, really," he said taking another step closer, his hands on his hips. Ginny had to admit that he looked quite attractive when he had no shirt on. She felt her heart skip a beat when she felt his chest brush against her hands. Nervously she unfolded her arms and brought them behind her back.
"I only sang to drown out the sound of your snoring. It kept me up all night!" she shot back.
"I do not snore, Weasley," he scoffed. She took a half a step closer and her chest was touching his. She couldn't lie; she felt her heart beat a little faster.
"Actually, Malfoy, when you're not snoring, you're talking in your sleep. You must have some interesting dreams- 'Oh God, don't stop! Ah yes, keep going. That's it baby right there'- someone was certainly having a fun, weren't they?" she gave him a sly look. His eyes betrayed him and showed a sign of surprise. Shifting his weight nervously he decided to change the subject.
"How do you go from suicidal one day to completely carefree the next? Do you have some disorders that you should tell me about?" he asked her seriously.
"Other than being incredibly depressed, I'm perfectly healthy," she didn't show any emotion as she spoke. Draco raised an eyebrow and gestured for her to continue.
"Well, the only way I know how to make myself feel better when I'm down is to sing my favorite songs," she shrugged.
"Then why didn't you do that yesterday?"
"It never occurred to me I guess…Yesterday everything felt so bleak, so hopeless. I truly did want to end everything then and there. But I guess since I know that I could be going back to my family in a few years, everything doesn't seem so bleak."
"But how do you know if you'll be going back? What if we decide to stay together?"
"If we do, that means we fell in love, and either way I win." He smirked at her, which made her knees go weak.
"Whatever makes you-what the bloody hell?" The water from the bathtub had long since started to overflow, and had now reached where Ginny and Draco were standing. Draco gave a little jump when the water hit his feet, but unfortunately, the soap from the bubble bath mixed with the sleek marble flooring made a disastrous combination, causing Draco to fall back onto the floor. This, in turn, caused Ginny to slip and fall on top of him.
"Why do you always have to be on top, Weasley?" joked Draco when he saw that his wife was turning red at their position.
"We gotta turn that water off!" she said trying to get off of him. Draco tried to follow suit, however, they extra slippery floor made quite the obstacle course for the teens as the crawled on all fours to the spigot.
The floor was so slippery, it was almost impossible to move around the room with out slipping, sliding, or even some complex form of acrobatics that neither knew that they could do. Draco had fallen spread eagle onto his stomach while Ginny managed to do a sort of somersault. Though both were determined to turn off the water, neither could suppress their laughter as they made fools of themselves. Through all the chaos of the situation, both teens never thought to summon their wands or call a house elf.
Ginny was the first to get to the faucet and managed to turn the water off. It took Draco a little longer to crawl over to her, but when he finally reached his wife he slumped against the wall next to the in-ground tub. They were silent for a few minutes as they tried to catch their breath. When he was able to breathe normally again, he looked over at Ginny, who in turn, was looking up at the ceiling. He cleared his throat and she looked at him.
"I would ask you a knut for your thoughts, but I would probably be over paying," he said to her. She gave him an annoyed look, and with one mighty push, Draco found himself sliding into the tub with a great splash! When he resurfaced he saw that she was trying her hardest not to laugh. He gave her a dirty look and leaned over the side of his quite large tub.
"Why did you do that?" he demanded. She let out a muffled giggle, and clapped a hand over her mouth. He gave her a look that told her that he wasn't that amused. She cleared her throat and took a deep breath to keep herself from laughing too hard.
"You were being a prat as usual!" she told him gleefully. Without a word, he pulled himself halfway out of the tub, grabbed her ankle, and proceeded to pull her in. She squealed and tried to push him away, but she wasn't successful in fighting him off and wound up splashing into the tub unceremoniously.
"What did you do that for?" she cried. He gave her a half grin.
"Payback is a bitch, Weasley," he told her. She rolled her eyes, but gave him a small smile anyways.
"You are an ass," she said, glaring at him. She swam away from him and pulled herself out of the tub. He watched her as she wrung out her black camisole and her hair, feeling slightly annoyed. He pulled himself from the tub and made his best attempt to walk towards the door with his chin held high. But the floor still was very slippery and he didn't go too far when he slipped and tumbled to the floor.
Ginny watched as her husband took a bad fall and she gasped. There was a very pregnant pause while Ginny wondered what she should do. She couldn't necessarily run after him because she could get hurt too, but she also felt that he deserved to fall and she should just ignore him. But before she could do anything, Ginny got the surprise of her life. Draco, Mr. Always-Dignified, started to laugh. Not just a small chuckle, not a nervous giggle, but a good old country boy hee-haw. Ginny, in spite of herself, began to laugh too. And at that very moment, a bond was formed between the two teens; A bond that would ultimately change their lives forever.