Sure enough, an hour later a man came for her. She was still laying on the floor, her stomach side down. He unlocked the cage, then walked in. She opened her eyes in a glare and looked at him towards her side. Just then she recognized him, her glare lightened.
"Ginny, look you have to get up." The man said kneeling down beside her. "I can help you, but it won't look good if I'm dragging you into the main house." He spoke softly, and caring about her. She shook her head, but pushed herself up painfully with her hands. She sat up, but slowly arched her back to take the pain off of it. "What are you doing here?" She asked, taking his hand as he offered it out to her.
He scooted closer, gently placing his hand against her back to support her up. "I can't tell you that, but just know you have a friend inside this damned place." She smiled and nodded and allowed herself to be pulled up. Gasping for air only once due to the pain, she continued to smile as he lead her out of her cell and out of the stone doors.
"So what does he want with me?" She asked as he kept holding her hand and kept his soft hand on the middle of her back. "He wants, almost to reward you. You're coming to stay in the house for a few nights. Even out to dinner tomorrow night. No doubt, he will try to convince you killing Harry is the best option for everyone. That's what he's managed to convince the others of." He spoke softly, and almost in a tone that comforted her, even when mentioning the death of Harry, she wasn't scared or angry. She knew even if he managed to convince the others, he'd never convince the guy before her that the death of anyone besides the Dark Lord was the right thing.
"I won't kill Harry, and I don't want to go out to dinner with him." She stated as they reached the white stone steps which lead to two very large white doors. "I know you won't, and trust me your story is around the house. But just do it, the dinner, I mean. I don't want to see you like that again." He replied, almost in a sad tone. He walked her to the doors and let go of her hand and removed his hand from her back. "I was told to drop you off here. Don't let your pride hurt you, Ginny. Even you're smarter then that."
"Dean, I-"
"Ah, Thank you." The doors swung open and the man emerged. "You may go back to your hole, now." He said towards Dean, and he followed the orders, and bowed. Leaving Ginny and her kidnapper alone. "Come in. The Servants have a hot bath running for you, and the misses is picking out proper dinner and night attire for this evening." He waved his hand invitingly into his home. Reluctantly she walked in, and with a gasp her eyes took in the surroundings. Everything was white and gold, and not any off white or fools gold, real white and gold. It looked, luxurious, and so comforting.
He walked beside her and pointed to a spiral white staircase. "Ruvila is waiting for you at the top, she'll take you to your bathroom and wardrobe, you have two hours for bath, and an hour for dressing. I'd enjoy it if I were you." He commented, and without a word she walked up the staircase even though it pained her, she continued walking. Eager to see the top, and that's what she did.
At the top, a young female house elf in a pillow case awaited her, the top just like the bottom. Nothing but white and gold. "Follow me." The house elf spoke in a shrill voice.
And she did.
The house elf, known as Ruvila walked to the very end of a long hallway the halted at another large white door. "This is your wardrobe and bath area. You will be sleeping in the room right beside this one with the master during your stay. There are house elves like myself, inside drawing you a bath. Please enter the first room and wait patiently, the tub takes awhile to fill." The house elf said, then walked away.
Staring at the door, Ginny looked around, then slowly turned the golden knob which lead into one of the largest bathrooms she could ever imagine.
As she step in, the "waiting and wardrobe" area was nothing but cream, silky golden, and white colors. In the waiting area, a large white and gold dressing table sat across from another white door, just outside the white door sat a long, white and peachy golden silk fabric chair, on the other side of the room stood a long, proud white wood and gold trimmed dressing hold.
"Ah, Miss. Weasley, you've arrived. Your bath is running, and Florbber is adding the beads and bubbles. If you'd like, Master said you could either sit and relax until the bath is done, or you may go through the hold and table to make sure everything is to your liking." Another house elf emerged from the side of the other door. The elf eyed her and perched its lips in a disgusted manner. "Please don't touch anything until after your bath, Miss. Weasley."
She nodded and walked away. Looking back at the chair, she decided 'relax' sounded just fine to her. Taking a sit, she leaned back and the fabric felt so soft, she couldn't help her eyelids had gotten heavier, so she just closed them. and in no time, she was asleep.