Chapter Five – Obtaining His Present

Ginny slowly pulled herself out of a deep sleep only to find she was on a plush black carpet. The longer was awake the more her body ached. The pain came back full force when Ginny pulled her body into an upright sitting position. Trying to ignore the stabs of pain that shot through her body, she took in the rest of the room.

Like the carpet, the room was decorated with black furniture and a king sized black satin bed. The only things in the room that wasn't black were the forest green walls that held pictures of her capture as he grew up. This room was Lucius Malfoy's personal bedroom.

The events of last night came rushing back into Ginny's mind. The abuse had been unreal. Draco's father had beaten her with his bear hands. Bruises on her face, stomach, and legs held proof of his hatred. Not only had he beaten her, but also used a few select curses too to make sure she got the point that his master should never be insulted.

The worst part of all had been the threat of killing her family, one by one in front of her. This mental anguish had been what finished her; she had stopped trying to defend her already hurt body from her capture, fearing that he would kill her family is she fought.

So now she was stuck in his room with no way to leave and nothing to do but wait for his return. Gathering her strength Ginny got onto her feet and shuffled over to the nearest wall. She leaned against the forest green paint and tried to catch her breath before going onward to a door that she only hoped lead to the bathroom. As her hand touched the cool metal doorknob the door behind her opened up widely, letting light form the hallway spill across the floor. Ginny immediately let go of the cold metal and looked at the man who stood framed in the doorway.

A younger version Lucius Malfoy stood there taking in Ginny's appearance, stopping to look closer at the bruises and cuts that marred her otherwise perfect complexion. Draco looked very handsome when the sun reflected off his blonde hair. Silver eyes so much like his fathers looked like silver pools, something that Ginny could fall into if the situation had been different. His tall stature of six feet towered over her small height of five feet four inches.

But Ginny saw no beauty, just a man who was there to harm her. His eyes were silver pools of quicksand, pulling you in as you fought to get out, slowly swallowing you up whole, ending your life. His blonde hair and body reminded her of all the time he had tormented her and her brother, Ron, not to mention the beating she had suffered through the pervious night with his father.

As he walked into the room and shut the door behind him Ginny began to panic. Her actions startled her as she crumpled down onto the ground and pulled her legs up close to her shaking body. Her eyes filled with unshed tears and small sobs escaped her mouth.

The man who was only a year older then her was surprised by the reaction she had to him. Not caring that she was having a mental break down he walked over to her and tilted his head to get a better look.

So this was his present? A girl who quivered at his mere presence?

Draco was confused, which was amazing since he was always on top of things. The small red head looked so familiar yet her name wouldn't fall from the tip of his tongue. After studying her and still not able to think of her name he spoke.

"What is your name?"

Ginny's head shot up at his question, making the room swirl around her for a few seconds. She had thought for sure that he recognized her. Maybe there was hope after all.

In a weak voice she said, "Molly Duncan."

Narrowing his eyes Draco brought his right hand up to his chin and cupped it, creating the classic thinking pose.

"Duncan. I don't recognize the name. Did you go to Hogwarts?"

Not being able to answer Ginny just shook her head yes.

"Well, I'm just going to make sure you are who you claim to be." Draco said, waiting to see if she would protest. Her facial expression showed he had been right in assuming she had lied about her name.

Angry that she had lied to him he spat, "Tell me your real name!"

Ginny flinched at his behavior and closed her eyes expecting to be hit or cursed. When nothing happened she opened them to see Draco kneeling down with his face inches from hers.

"Your name." He said.

Ginny stayed silent hopping he wouldn't be able to find out her last name. Her pink tongue darted out and wetted her chapped lips, a bad habit she had picked up from Bill who always did the same when in a jam. Curling into a tighter ball Ginny looked at her feet and waited for Draco to do something.

After some time he stood up once again and took a few steps back. Ginny guessed he had decided to leave, but was scared to see his wand pointed at her chest.

"Tell me you last name." Draco growled.

"I told you, its Molly Duncan." Ginny stammered.

"Crucio!"

Draco watched as the girl withered on the floor. When ten seconds had passed he asked her again what her name was.

"Tell me you name, now!"

"Bat bogey hex." Was all she said.

Not knowing why she said it, Malfoy asked, "What was that?"

"Don't you know ferret?"

Suddenly he remembered. "Weasley."

With a small nod she acknowledged him. Maybe, Draco thought, this gift isn't as bad as I thought.

"So you are my gift. How appropriate."

"I am not yours Malfoy!" Ginny yelled while standing up on shaky legs. "I belong to no one."

"That's where you're wrong. You are mine." He said smugly with his normal smirk on his face.