A/N: Again, sorry about how short last chapter was, but I hope you liked it anyway. I didn't like it too much, but it served its purpose.

"I might let you keep them. I might kill them." Voldemort announced, talking about the girls. "You know what's going to happen to the boys." The room was filled with chuckling, and Ginny looked questioningly at Blaise who just smirked at her much like Draco would. "You have served me well today, now you may go to your rooms."

"Thank-you my Lord." The entire group of women and men Death Eaters boomed in unison. They rose and began to leave, those that had girls with them pulled the girls to their feet and dragged them along. Again, Ginny didn't struggle, but walked briskly beside Blaise. She knew she would get there anyway, and she didn't want to stretch the process any longer than necessary. Being around Voldemort made her nervous, even if his younger self, Tom Riddle, had not.

They came to Blaise's room which turned out to be a very large un-used classroom right next to the former Gryffindor dormitory. It didn't look like a classroom any more. It was a very lavishly furnished room with dark wood, and a lot of rich green on the bed. Blaise closed the door with a final echoing click.

"Eager to get here, were you?" He asked cockily.

"What do you want with me, Zabini?" She asked angrily. He just smirked more and started walk towards her. "Just stay away from me." She told him.

"Relax Ginny," He said in a low purring voice as he got closer and closer to her. She hadn't realized that she was backing away from him until she hit a wall. "You know, you look really sexy when you're scared." He said in the same voice, this time with half-lidded eyes.

"Please…" she pleaded. "Don't do this."

"Don't you want it?"

"No." She said again.

He sighed heavily, turned around, and ran his hands through his black hair. "Relax Weasley, I'm not going to if you don't want me too." He said. "Not that I don't want to." He said cockily. "You're not mine, you're Draco's."

"I'm not Draco's!" She said angrily. "I don't belong to anybody." He chuckled. "What's so funny?"

"Look around Weasley." He said while laughing. "Look at where you are." He laughed. "You're in my bedroom." More laughing. "My fucking bedroom." Laugh. "And if you weren't…" Laugh. "Draco's…" laugh. "You'd be underneath me on that bed screaming my name." He continued laughing, drew out his wand, and conjured case of brandy (A/N: I don't know what those metal things that hold brandy are called.) "You're a prisoner of war, Weasley. And you belong to Draco." There was a long pause while he drank and she thought.

"Before you're entirely shit-faced, will you answer just one question I have? Please?" She asked hopefully.

"That depends, what dill you do for me?" He asked coolly while arching his eyebrows in a very Draco way.

"What do you want?" She asked skeptically.

"Sex." He said with a smirk.

"So get a girlfriend." She said angrily.

"I don't need a girlfriend." He told her. "I like virgins. I like being the first."

"I would never have sex with you!" She said in the same way that she talked before.

"Then there is something else that you could do for me." He said slyly.

"And you'll answer my question?"

"Yeah."

"What do you want?"

"Just go down on me, that's all."

"It's not that important to me." She said and he laughed. "Continue getting smashed."

"I will." He said while laughing, and then he took another huge swig of brandy.

Blaise is a bastard, but I could have it much worse. Poor Hermione. Or Luna when she… and Ginny stopped herself, she wouldn't think about Luna and what happened to her. Blaise was completely drunk now.

"C'mon Ginny," he slurred, "you know you want it."

"Stop it, Zabini!" She said as he chased her around the room.

"I tried to be nice Ginny!" He yelled. "But nothing works with you!" He was yelling now. He easily caught her and pinned her against the wall. She winced. "Will you?!" He yelled. She shook her head and he slapped her across the face hard. She whimpered and tried to turn away from him. He punched her in the stomach and she tried to double over but he wouldn't even let her do that. He let her go and backhanded her causing her to land on the ground. Blood spilled from her lip onto cold stone floor. He kicked her and she balled up. He kicked her over and over as she tried to get away.

She cried and her salty tears mixed with her blood and the dirt on her skin. "Please… Blaise… please." He coughed out along with some blood. He stopped. He sobered immediately at the sight of the bloody mess in front of him. But mostly it was her voice choking out his name that made him notice the damage he had done. Then, everything went black again.

A/N: There's chapter 3. There were way too many sexual references in that chapter. I don't like the way this story is going at all. In fact, I almost hate it. If you like it I'll continue, though. Or if you have any suggestions for changes I'll consider them. Draco will make his entrance soon. P.S. Blaise isn't necessarily a bad person, he just gets violent when he's drunk. All will be explained, so don't hate him just yet.