The next morning brought a stiff neck and a heavy sense of regret for Draco.
What the hell was he thinking crying like a pathetic child in the arms of his blood traitor wife?
Not even wife; more like sex slave.
He was lying on the bare floorboards with the sleeping girl's arms and face draped across his bare chest.
Her hot breath was creating a small patch of warmth on his freezing body.
He pushed her body off his and watched as she moaned briefly, turned over and curled into a ball where she stayed and apart from shivering was absolutely still.
She was wearing his mother's nightdress, what made her think she had the right to wear his dead mother's clothes or even touch anything that had belonged to her?
Her filthy muggle-lover fingers might contaminate his mothers beautiful pureblood memory.
He would wake her with another kick, but this time in the face maybe one kick wasn't enough? He would kick her twice, once in the face once in the stomach.
But he hated this little bitch, he wanted to kick her, to punch her to make her suffer.
He wouldn't stop until he made her bleed, or until her face and body were bruised and broken beyond recognition, or until she could scream no more.
He would kill the little whore, how dare she even mention his mother, What made her think she even had the right to bring him news of death?
He was about to land his first blow when the idea creeped into his mind.
Malicious thoughts flooded his calculating mind.
He would, Draco supposed in a sick way be doing the bitch a favour, as well as inflict a pain on the girl that would never quite heal.
He would also get off his chest something that had been playing on his mind for a while.
Draco was going to finish what his father had started. He was going to place a simple deep sleeping charm on the already unconscious girl, just to ensure she didn't wake while he fucked her brains out.
Marveling at his own cruel genius, Draco performed the incantation that would put his wife of twelve hours, into a deep dreamless sleep.
Draco removed his boxers and tugged at the few garments Ginny was wearing.
She was sexy there was no denying it and he was going to be the first to fuck her, and if she was lucky she would get pregnant imediately. That way, he thought with a smirk, it would be one heir down one to go.
Draco lay down next to his helpless, naked wife.
He used his finger to trace a line down her neck and around her breasts while he spoke softly, mockingly to the totally unaware girl;
"Oh not to bothered about this being your first time then honey."
He smiled maliciously, "Don't worry I'll be er... gentle"
He paused
"Or not."
He rolled on top of her and kissed her sleeping mouth. he ran his hands over her soft breasts.
A fleeting thought passed his mind, this is what his father would do.
His father.
The man who murdered his innocent mother.
What was he doing following in the footsteps of a murderous, woman beating, rapist?
He scrambled hastily off the girl and pulled on his boxers.
She mustn't know this had ever happened so he had to dress her.
Unwillingly he picked up her dress and girlboxers and started to pull them up her legs.
He had leant her body against his in order to pull the nightdress onto her body, and was reassuring himself that just because he wasn't going to rape her it didn't mean he felt anything for the bitch, in fact he hated her.
"mmm... D..draco."
Ginny murmured to him in her sleep.
Maybe it wasn't hate he felt after all she hadn't been the one who killed his mother and she hadn't chosen to get married either she was in an arranged marriage as well, just like himself.
...Just dislike...
After all she was a blood traitor.