Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters present in this fic, or magical situations (spells etc) that are described in J.K.Rowling's Harry Potter series.

Warning: Sexual scenes (may be trashy lol)

CHAPTER TWO-

Remembrance.

At first she resisted and cried, after a while she'd only whimper, and then she began clutching at the pillows and sheets, and sometimes, but rarely, she'd try to run away from him, yet he'd always catch her and say "give up, Ginny." She never did, until he started threatening her with the death of her family, for he knew that she wouldn't really mind dying, but if her family died she would never be able to forgive herself.

Ginny's eventual submission was all in vain, however, for, unbeknownst to her, only two members of her family had survived.

TEN MONTHS AFTER CAPTURE

SEPTEMBER 10th 1999

That month, Tom had gone away on some sort of business, a terrible one Ginny supposed, she didn't really want to know what he was up to or where he was as long as he wasn't anywhere near her, she was fine. She spent her time wisely, and visited the library often, something she couldn't do when Tom was there, and she read up on all kinds of subjects, including alchemy, and even necromancy, which seemed like something Tom would be quite knowledgable in.

Halfway through the month, she felt ill one morning shortly after waking, and she'd rushed into the bathroom when she realised she was going to be sick. She didn't really think anything of it, and continued with her day like she normally would, and it wasn't until that evening that she knew her dismissal of her illness that morning was quite wrong indeed.

Ginny had been traipsing around the library to find a new subject to read about when she felt the first hunger pang, which made her frown because it wasn't like anything she had felt before. But, she continued looking amongst the bookshelves for a good while until she felt a second pang, which made her call a house elf and enquire about dinner. It had only been early, and she never ate around that time, so she couldn't think what was wrong with her. A niggling doubt in the back of her mind was trying to find it's way to the surface, but she wouldn't let it cross her thoughts for even a second.

On her way to dinner, which she'd requested be made earlier than usual, she had felt dizzy and light-headed, and before she could even utter the first syllable of her house elf's name, her vision blacked out, and she fell to the ground.

When Ginny woke up, she found herself lying in bed, with a damp cloth over her forehead and her covers drawn up to her neck, but then she noticed a plump-looking lady hovering over her with concerned brown eyes.

"Mum?" she whispered.

"No , Miss, I am not your Mother," the reply came in a sharp quip, and Ginny wanted to cry with disappointment. "I am your Doctor. Doctor Rosenthorpe."

"Doctor?" she said in a small voice, and looking past the doctor to see of she was in St. Mungo's, if she was then she could find a way to escape. But, she sighed when she realised it was just her stupid bedroom, she must have hit her head to make her think she could possibly in St. Mungo's, or that this woman could have ever have been her mother. She had small, watery brown eyes, pockmarked skin, and bushy black hair, she looked nothing like her mother.

"Yes, you fainted, Miss," she replied shortly. Ginny then remembered that she had been on her way to dinner, she had ordered it early because she felt hungry. "Probably because you are under-nourishing the baby."

Ginny focused on the doctor again, her eyes wide in bewilderment. "B-baby?" she stammered. "What are you talking about? I don't have a baby."

Doctor Rosenthorpe looked at her with equally wide eyes, but hers were more shocked than confused. "Didn't you know? You're with child, Miss," she stated in a tone that made Ginny feel foolish for a moment.

"No, I can't be," she replied forcefully, her expression turned to anger, "it's not possible."

The doctor glanced at Ginny with an expression that suggested she thought Ginny was a bit of a simpleton, which made her glare at the medic. Of course she knew how babies were made, she just couldn't see how Tom could even make life when he destroyed so carelessly, babies were supposed to be made from love, not their one-sided unions. "Miss, you are pregnant, without a doubt, I can even prove it to you if you would like?"

"No, it's fine," Ginny sighed, "I believe you, unfortunately." She slumped back against the pillows and tried to figure a way out of this predicament, but she couldn't see any alternative other than one. "Can't you...get rid of it...?" she said quietly, guilt instantly filling her as soon as the words left her lips, and she felt even worse than she had before.

The other female gasped in shock, her eyes wide again. "Why, Miss?!" she crowed. "Why would you wish to eradicate the Dark Lord's blood? He is a descendant of the great Slytherin." Ginny would have rolled her eyes at the woman's devoted words had the situation not been so serious, but she felt nauseated at her worship of Tom like he was some sort of saviour or something. "I cannot grant you a termination, unless the Dark Lord orders me to carry out one."

Those words made Ginny incredibly anxious, she didn't want Tom to know that she was pregnant, she might be able to do something before she started showing, she might even be able to escape successfully. "Please, don't tell him," she whispered, just in case Tom were nearby, even though she knew he wasn't. "I don't want him to know just yet, please," she begged, hoping the doctor's indoctrinated mind had some sympathy for her.

"I cannot withold -."

"Please, I am begging you, Doctor Rosenthorpe," Ginny interrupted softly, her eyes wet with unshed tears.

The older woman's coldness seemed to falter for a few moments at the sight of Ginny's shining eyes. "If He finds out, Miss, then-."

Ginny smiled reassuringly at the doctor. "I won't tell if you don't," she muttered, that single phrase making her remember using it on Fred and George numerous times, if they caught each other doing something they shouldn't.

OCTOBER 9th 1999

Ginny was sitting in the morning room, with the french doors pushed wide open to let in the fresh air of the gardens. It was then when she heard Tom's footsteps nearing her, filling her with dread, she knew it was him by the sound of the steps, and she could hear House Elves bustling about frantically around him, bowing to his every whim probably, taking his cloak, and gloves for him she presumed.

Ginny's presumption was correct, about ten House Elves had surrounded Tom the moment he had entered the Manor's entrance hall, whereupon he had immediately asked where Ginny was, and began barking orders at them for the dinner arrangements as he made his way to the morning room. Once he shooed away the House Elves he entered the room and instantly noticed Ginny sitting by the open doors. She hadn't bothered looking up, already knowing who was there, and she shifted her dress slightly in an effort to hide the small bump growing on her abdomen, but Tom didn't take any notice. He went to the drinks cabinet and took out a bottle of Firewhiskey, poured himself a drink and took his jacket off. He took a few sips of his whiskey, and smirked viciously at Ginny's back as he thought of a way to ruin her day.

All the while Ginny stared ahead.

"Aren't you going to say 'hello' then, Ginny?" he questioned coldly as he walked over to her, and he reached his hand out to stroke her hair with an air of posession. "I've been gone for a month, you realise, I think I deserve a 'hello'."

"Hello," she said contemptuously.

There was a silence, and then he pulled on her hair sharply. "Don't talk to me like that, Ginevra," she turned to look at him standing behind her arrogantly, Firewhiskey in hand, his eyes telling her that she was his. That is what she felt like every time he looked at her, like she was his toy.

"Ginny, I think that after being so good and faithful to you," he smirked at her, and took another sip of his drink, "that I deserve a little...present of sorts." He knelt down, eye to eye with her, blue eyes staring into Ginny's brown. He leant forward, his lips touching hers slightly. "I think that I shall unwrap it tonight," he said in a low voice.

Tom instantly moved away from Ginny when the sound of a POP! signalled the arrival of a House Elf.

"What!" Tom said irritably, and it made the House Elf flinch back, and bow low. Ginny sighed, knowing exactly how the poor elf felt.

"Lucius Malfoy is here to see sir," the House Elf tittered, with its big tennis ball eyes bulging.

Tom sighed, "send him in." The House Elf bowed once more to his Master and was gone with another POP! "Ginny, go and sit outside for a while," he ordered. and he watched her stand up and walk out into the gardens where she sat on the steps of the patio.

I will not be able to hide it forever, she thought glumly. He is obviously going to notice some time.

She heard Lucius Malfoy's voice saying something about a party, Tom seemed opposed to the whole idea and what it stood for; "I have no interest in parties, Lucius." Then she heard Malfoy say; "She would enjoy it."

'She' has a name, Ginny thought venomously.

Ginny didn't hear Tom's reply. But, now they were talking about the War, making Ginny listen more closely. "We've pushed through 30 Auror strongholds, the Potter boy is not with any of them, and nobody is saying a word." "Have you tried other methods?" "Veritaserum is being brewed at this moment, my Lord. Wouldn't the girl know of his whereabouts?" "She was not with the Potter brat at the time, and the old fool always makes sure that only people deep in his organisation know his plans. Have you tried transport. Wizarding and muggle?" "We'll get onto it." "Good. Is that all?" "Yes."

A moment passed and she heard the door inside click shut. Lucius Malfoy had left after only a short visit, and Ginny was mildly pleased that they hadn't managed to catch Harry, only mildly because some of her family may have got caught in the crossfire.

"Ginny," Tom called to her. "Come here." She sighed, but pulled herself to her feet all the same, and made her way back into the morning room. Tom was sitting in the blue velvet armchair with his arm outstretched for her to take his hand, and his eyes bore into hers, daring her to disobey him with that murderous glint in his blue irises, that would always make her obey otherwise her family would have to suffer the consequences. So, she walked to him, and slipped her hand into his cold one and let herself be pulled onto his lap. He gave a quiet laugh, but it was cruel and mocking, and she knew her pain was showing, she knew he noticed it, but he didn't care, as long as he was happy, he didn't care.

She wanted her mother so badly, even a photo would suffice, but Tom wouldn't even give her that. Ginny nearly began to cry, but she forced the tears back to their source; she didn't want to show Tom that he was upsetting her, she thought and knew that he'd take pleasure in it.

Tom couldn't believe how complacent she was being, usually she would at least have a defiant look in her eyes, but now she didn't even have that, she was just broken.

(Tom's POV)

"Ginny..." I called her from her place on the balcony. "Inside now, I want to open my present," I gave her a smug look as she entered the bedroom, closing the glass doors behind her.

I watched her sit down at her dressing table brushing her hair, and unbuttoning her dress. I laughed silently knowing that she was mine. She had only her short, thin petticoat on now, and oh how she looked so submissive, she might not resist tonight. Good.

I picked myself up off of the bed, taking my belt off. Still occupying herself with brushing her hair. One, two buttons. One, two strokes. Three, four, and five buttons. Three, four, and five strokes. I took my shirt off, folding it neatly beside the bed. I untied my shoelaces. She untied her hair ribbon. I placed my shoes next to my shirt. She laid her hair ribbon beside her brush. One button, another stroke, a zip, another stroke. I folded my trousers neatly placing them on top of my shirt. She neatly placed her dress on her dressing table.

I walked to her, pulling her up from her seat. She was about an inch shorter than I, so I had to bend my head to kiss her, my finger lifting her chin up. I kissed her neck, my thumb tracing her lips and chin. I pulled her chin down, opening her mouth.

"Ginny, I think that you have missed me, you haven't tried running away," I whispered. Her protest was muffled as my tongue slid over hers. My hand glided over her skin and under petticoat, pressing her back and pushing her against me. I wrapped both arms around her, undoing the buttons on her petticoat, desperate to get it off her.

She gasped, as I had to rip it off her out of terrible desperation. I threw it to the floor, and picked her up by the legs, and wrapped them around my waist, taking her over to the bed where I intended to be satisfied. Her legs slipped as I pushed her down underneath me.

As soon as her head hit the pillow I kissed her fiercely, leaving her mouth scarlet. She tried moving her face sideways to prevent me from kissing her, I don't know why she bothers.

"You know I enjoy you fighting, Ginny, because I always win in the end," I said, smirking, "so just give up." She looked at me with an 'How dare he?' look. I laughed and told her, my voice dripping with sarcasm, that she looked beautiful like that.

I bent my head to kiss her neck instead since she wasn't giving in. She had her face in the pillow, waiting for me, her eyes shut tight. Close your eyes and think of England.

"Ginny," I said. She mumbled something incoherent. "Look at me," I demanded. As soon as she looked at me, fear in her eyes, I pushed inside her. She flinched, clutching at the pillow still, and releasing a breath that hit my face, she must have been holding it in.

I gave a short moan into her skin, delighting in the pressure she gave. I pushed my self up with my arms and began to thrust hard into her, sounds omitting from her scarlet lips each time I pushed. I moved closer to her, and lifted her leg around my waist again, allowing me to push deeper into her where it was hot. She cried out and lifted her hand as if to clutch at my shoulder, but she thought twice and let it fall back down, I took it instead, gripping it and making my knuckles turn white.

She was breathing heavily, her chest rising and falling, her breasts would brush against my chest with every rise. I covered one of her breasts with my hand, caressing it gently. I bent my head down and licked her nipple, then bit down on it. She gasped; I was hurting her. She had her hand on my cheek, waiting for me to stop harassing her breasts.

"Please..." she gave a look of discomfort. I kissed her lips and bit down on them instead. Her noises heard more closely now.

I buried my face into her neck, taking in her scent. I thrust harder into her, wanting to hear her moan. She whimpered my name, which seemed so much better. I rewarded her with a deep thrust, and felt her clench around me, her mouth letting out a long sigh.

I felt my body begin to tense, I moved faster into her not wanting to prolong it. She made a sound from deep within her throat, throwing her head back. I took both her hands, gripping them, my head hanging limp as I thrust into her once more before emptying myself inside her. We stayed like that for a moment, needing to catch our breath.

I leant down and kissed her lips, she smelled strongly of vanilla and peaches. Her mouth was open slightly, still letting out shallow gasps of breath. Her red hair plastered to her neck, what a lovely picture she made!

She seemed to relax when I got up off her, pulling some pyjama bottoms on.

I leant over her, she was staring at the air in front of her. What a funny girl. "Ginny," I brought her out of her reverie. "Get some night things on, there's a good girl."

She picked herself up off the bed, and put on a simple cotton nightdress. I watched her movements. She brushed her hair again though I couldn't see the point, she turned around her eyes locking with mine. I held my hand out to her. "Come." She walked forward hesitantly, and took my hand again, now I know she is mine.