Chapter Thirteen – You're My What?

"Tell me Draco, what did you mean?"

"How many time do I have to tell you, I said slave, not mate!"

"So you're saying that I am lying?"

"What if I am?"

"God, you are such an idiot. I heard you say it, so why won't you just tell me what you meant! Get over yourself and confess!"

Taking a deep breath Draco closed his eyes and counted to ten. All morning long Ginny and Draco had been arguing about his slip from the night before. Sure he was her mate, but did that mean he had to tell her immediately?

"I am talking to you." Ginny said, when Draco remained silent.

"You want the truth?" Stalking over to stand inches away from Ginny he continued. "You want to know what I meant? Well fine, I'll tell you. I am a vella, ok? I just found out…and you're my mate. My soul mate."

Stunned Ginny stuttered, "I can't be your mate. We…we hate each other, and I'm, I'm your slave!"

Sneering Draco came closer, pushing a finger into her shoulder. "You think I like this! I have no choice in who I love, in who I will spend the rest of my life with, and I'm stuck with you."

Calming down Draco moved even closer till their noses touched. Letting his breath fan across her neck, "I love you with all my heart and it's killing me. Your skin torments me by smelling so divine." His hands rested on her hips, "Your hair so silky and smooth and soft." Lightly touching her hair he leaned in and softly kissed her pouty lips. "God, your lips are perfect."

Ginny felt a wave of peace wash over her body and felt her body pulling closer to the man across from her. Urges told her to capture his lips with hers, and wrap her legs around his strong waist. Letting the desires take over Ginny gave in to his skillful touches, until…

"Stop!" Pushing herself away from the vella she moved the hairs that had escaped from her ponytail behind her ears. "I can't do this. I don't love you."

"And I don't care." Draco looked Ginny in the eyes and said, "We are meant to be, and it may not feel like it now, but soon you wont be able to take your hands off me." Raising his eyebrows in a suggesting manner made Ginny suddenly slap him across his aristocratic face.

"Don't you tell me how to feel!" Balling her tiny hands into a firm ball, "I will live me life as I want, with whomever I want."

"Oh really? And that is why you are my slave? Why you are stuck inside Voldemort's castle? Left here by Harry Potter and Granger, the Order, Dumbledore, your family! I see what you mean, you are living life how you want to."

"I hate you Draco!" Grabbing her jacket Ginny rushed to the door. "You wont be able to woo me that easily. If you truly are my soul mate, prove it to me."

Slamming the door, she was gone.

As Ginny fled down to the kitchens to start with her choirs, Draco numbly made his way to his bed where he sat in shock. He had told her, confessed the brutal truth, and all she did was mock and deny him. Lifting his head he saw on his mantle pictures of his family and friends. There sat his mother, well, not his real mother, but his mother non-the less. His friends from Hogwarts at graduation graced his face with a smile.

And on the end was his father, standing with his cane. His cold face looked like it always did, unloving and angry.

Draco picked up the picture and felt his blood run cold. If it wasn't for his father Draco wouldn't be in this situation. His father had always controlled and ruined Draco's life, but this was too much. Flinging the picture into the fireplace, Draco watched in fascination as it broke into millions of pieces.

Feeling drained he crawled into bed, hoping when he woke up he would know how to show his true feelings to Ginny.

As Draco dreamed in his large bed, Ginny began to gather cleaning agents from the kitchen's pantry. Grabbing soap, a broom, a vacuum, and many other objects, she heard a voice outside of he door. Peering out to see who it was, Ginny squeaked when the person looked her straight in the eye. Excited to see her brother was ok, Ginny ran to him and hugged him.

"Ron!" Ginny laughed as he shared the hug and gave her a peck on the cheek. He was just what she needed in a time like this. Her brother always seemed to know what cheers her up.

"Ron, I have missed you so much!" Tears of joy began to spill down her face as Ron talked. "Have you heard the good news? Ginny, Hermione has escaped!"

"I know. It's wonderful. I'm so proud of her for finding a way out of this hell hole."

"Language." Ron teased his younger sister and hugged her again. "How are you doing with Malfoy?" The smile on Ginny's face disappeared instantly and Ron put his hands on her shoulders, directing her focus to his face.

"If he has done something to you, tell me know and I will fix it."

"There isn't anything to do…no one can control it, not even Draco. But I don't want to talk about him now."

"I must ask you one thing Ginny, before I have to leave. When you were with Chet, did he try anything?"

"Almost."

"What!"

"He tried, but Draco stopped him."

Ron pulled Ginny into his arms and rocked her back and forth. "I am so sorry Ginny." The two of them stayed like that for a few minutes until Ron pulled away.

"Chet will come looking for me if I don't get back soon."

Giving Ginny a last hug he started down the hall until he stopped and turned around. "Promise me something." He called down the halls.

"Promise me you will take care of yourself, and if anything happens that you will tell me."

"I promise. The same goes for you Ron."

Nodding his head in agreement, Ron turned back around and went to Chet's room to finish his daily cleaning.