Chapter Eleven – Not Telling

Draco woke up to a stiff neck and sore back. It seemed that even at his young age, chairs were not to be slept in for long periods of time. Rubbing his hands across his eyes to wipe away the sleep, Draco stood and stretched his whole body by first reaching to the ceiling, and secondly reaching from sided to side. Once most of the kinks in his back were lessened, Draco silently left his mother's room, after of course, writing her a note to help comfort her.

Yesterday had been a difficult day in deed and all Draco wanted was to see his, dare he say it, soul mate, Ginny. The words still sounded absurd to him, even though he knew it was true. Draco had once known a vella, and the guy described all the effects he had felt when he had happened across his mate. The shivers, the desire, the need, all of it, just as Draco had.

Slipping into the bedroom him and Ginny would soon be sharing; Draco found Ginny already up…and getting changed. Taking in the sight in front of him, Draco couldn't help but look at the flesh that was showing. His eyes took in her flat stomach, the top of her hips that her low pants rested on, and the swell of her breasts that were barely contained within her bra. Forcing his eyes away, Ginny pulled her shirt on hurriedly, looking both abashed and angry.

"What are you doing here!" She screamed. "I was practically naked you pervert. Haven't you ever heard of a thing called knocking?"

"I…"

"I what? I thought I could do anything I want? Is that it?"

"No, if you had let me speak I was going to say that I didn't think you would be up yet since it's just past 6."

"Well, you now know that I am a morning person."

"I can tell." Pulling on the collar of his shirt, Draco tried to concentrate on anything by Ginny luscious body. Inside his head, Draco battled to keep his hands at his side instead of roaming down her slender curves like they so desperately craved. Seeing Ginny start to the door he opened his mouth and said, "Wait."

Ginny turned to face him and waited for him to go on. Draco just stood there opening and closing his mouth, not being able to tell her what he knew he had to. Not wanting to waste her time standing there Ginny opened the door.

"Since you have nothing to say, I will be in the kitchen preparing your breakfast of french toast with fresh cantaloupe." Scrunching up his brows Ginny went on, "I am your servant and I don't want to get beaten because you wish to hang your mouth open and catch flies."

Closing his mouth Draco nodded and let her leave. "I will try to tell her later. Not now for she might poison my food, but later." Draco thought. It made sense to him, so he followed the aroma floating out from the kitchen.

Screams from the dinning hall had Draco sprinting down the last corridor. As he turned the corner he saw his master holding Ginny by the neck up against one of the stonewalls. A surge of anger rose through his chest that he pushed down.

"No man touches her…she is mine." The thought ran through his head as he advanced.

"Release my slave my Lord."

"You insufferable git, I know that this filth helped smuggle him out. I demand to know where he is." As Ginny hung limply in his arms he dropped her to the floor. Draco winced as he heard a bone snap at the impact. Trying to stop his master he got yelled at.

"Stay away Malfoy. She must learn a lesson, something that you should have taught her by now." Turning back to the girl on the floor. "Tell me where you have hidden him!"

"My Lord, who is it you speak of?"

"Who the bloody hell do you think Malfoy? It's Potter. Someone helped him out last night. I searched this dam castle over and over again yet he has slipped by my grasp. One of the captives must know. Quick, get the mudblood and the other blood traitor. I believe it is time for an interrogation."

Bowing his head, Draco summoned those who acquired a servant and had them brought forward. When the three of them all saw each other they embraced and were thankful that they were all doing okay. Ron was bending over Ginny who was breathing heavily and knew immediately that her rib had been broken.

Surprisingly, all the captives looked relatively healthy. Ron's hair had indeed grown an inch in the last week, something that many girls wished for, making him look slightly feminine. His hands showed blisters from working hard for Chet, cleaning his rooms, his office, and anything else he was required to do.

Hermione on the other hand looked worse for wear. The clothing she was reduced to wearing was the same as a house elf would be forced to wear, something that Rita loved. Hermione could still hear her clearly say, "If you love house elves so much, why don't you look like one." And so know she was, dressed and reduced to the status of a slave, less then animal. When she wasn't doing laborious choirs, the ex-writer was either physically or mentally abusing Hermione.

And of course there was Ginny; sitting next to the wall hoping her rib wouldn't puncture any of her major organs.

"Where's Harry?" Hermione asked the others, forgetting for the moment the others present in the room.

"That is why I have brought you all here." Voldemort said, "Now tell me, how did you get him out?"

"He's escaped?" Ron asked. Smiling he yelled, "Harry escaped. I can't believe it!"

"Shut up! If you say one more word out of term I will feel no remorse as I subject you to pain couldn't imagine."

Not wanting to push it, all three teens quieted and avoided eye contact with any of the deatheaters present. The room was quiet for what felt like forever. Eventually someone cleared their voice. Eyes snapping up, everyone looked to see a new face in the crowd. There before them stood Peter Pettigrew in all his cowardness.

Falling to his knees he crawled over to his master and kissed each of his shoes. He stood when commanded by Voldemort and whispered something in his Lords ear…something that made his eyes close in anger and his lips purse. Pushing Pettigrew out of the way he stalked past the others and called over his shoulder, "Interrogate them. Find out who did it, and don't stop until they tell you. Draco you have the blood traitor. Rita, you have the boy. That leaves Chet with…"

"Me." Ginny whispered. Raising her eyes slowly Ginny caught Chet giving her the once over. Sticking out his tongue he licked his lips and smiled. Pulling her to her feet, he let his hands slide down her body, causing Ginny to turn away.

"This day just keeps getting better and better." Chet laughed at the look that crossed Ginny face and bade goodbye to the others. Hermione and Draco apperate to the dungeons while Ron and Rita were transported to a room much like the room of requirements.

The interrogation had now begun.