CHAPTER FOUR

… "Draco Malfoy?" Ginny's voice was a dead whisper as she looked upon the prince of Slytherin. He had his customary sneer in place. His blonde hair hung over one of his eyes. Grey eyes that showed malice of a kind she had never seen before. The same grey eyes that haunted her dreams each night.

"Ah, she remembers me. I was beginning to think you might have…forgotten?"

Ginny took a step backwards. "Forgotten? Forgotten you? How can you think that I've forgotten? Or maybe it's you that's forgotten me! You left me there, Malfoy, please tell me how I could forget that?"

Draco sneered, wondering how he ever loved the little scrap of flesh before him. He was going to have so much fun breaking her. "You do remember. I wonder if you remember then, what I said to you that last night. I told you I'd come back for you. A Malfoy would never lie."

Ginny raised her head. Her amber eyes met his steely grey ones.

Ginny had hoped that maybe he was going to save her. But instead, here Draco was before her with a brutal look of a longing to hurt.

Seeing the doubt clouding her eyes, Draco's smirk grew to cover his face, his eyes lighting with thoughts of all the possibilities. Here Ginny was; all female, and all his. For the time being, until he could break her, at the very least.

"So, Weasley," Draco dropped her arm and strolled lazily around her "here we are. After 5 years of waiting, here we are. Tell me, did you ever think that when I came back for you, I would be like this?" He stopped his pacing and gestured towards his dark robes and mask hanging idly from a pocket.

After a moments pause, Ginny shook her head. She'd never imagined he would be like that. She had always believed he'd be the same Draco she remembered.

"Did you even think I was coming back?"

Again, a shake no. After awhile she had forgotten what he'd said about coming back. Pretending he had gone forever was easier to deal with. Pretending he had gone forever had made getting on with her life easier. Not pretending he was gone had caused her to give up on magic. Pretending had been the best option.

If it were possible, Draco's smirk would have become even wider. His joy in seeing how his leaving had hurt her covered every inch of his body. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet and clapping at odd intervals. Deliriously happy, Draco couldn't wait to tell her how he had never really cared for her, and how she was just another pawn in his master's game. He couldn't wait to reveal that he had never been on the orders side. Oh, the stupidity of the fool who had inducted him in to not see how he had played the part of the whimpering, meager little boy who only did as his daddy bid. For years he had kept that charade, never appearing alone for a want to look weak. And now he could tell her and watch her heart break for the second time.

"Draco?" A tentative voice broke through his lovely thoughts.

Wiping his face blank of this strange happy emotion, he looked down upon the girl. His display of emotion had scared her witless. He could see how her palms were sweating, her shaking body, and the terrified look on her face.

Barely concealing a smile, he grabbed her hand again and pushed her forward. "Time for your walk, bitch." He growled at her and walked forward, pulling her with him. Seeing no option, Ginny followed him through a set of doors she was positive hadn't been there before, and out into a dimly-lit hall. They strode through it, and turned at the end into another similar looking hall. Draco continued to pull her through halls and rooms of the same type. As he pulled her into a last final room and locked the door, all she could remember of the journey was the moldy, scratched walls, and the rough splintering floorboards beneath her bare feet. It was the most unwelcoming place she had ever set foot in.

Gazing round at her surroundings now, she let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding. This room she was in wasn't like the others. Sure, it wasn't welcoming either, but it was better. It had a deep green wall cover, with matching carpets. The room was furnished with a king-sized bed, wardrobe, and a book shelf among various other things. It was a large room, roughly the size of a Hogwarts dorm. Two more doors were set in the wall opposite her. They housed what Ginny suspected to be a bathroom and dining room.

"Done staining my personal quarters with your mud blood loving eyes, Weaslette?" Draco's rough shove sent her to the ground. He aimed a kick at her fallen form and grabbed a handful of her hair, bringing her back to his level.

"Do NOT touch a thing, Weasley. Unless I give my permission, you may not move." He spat openly into her face, and threw her once more to the ground, before stalking off in the direction of what she assumed to be the dining room.

Ginny rolled over to her side, nursing the blows she had received from Draco. With tender fingers she inspected the area of her stomach Draco had managed to kick. If she was a stronger woman she would have been able to stop this. But she was not. Ginny was weak, a runt. The only thing she ever did to help her muscles develop was pass heavy books to Hermione. She cursed herself as bitter tears rolled down her face. Why hadn't she joined the 'Jim' with Hermione?

Sniffling, she sat back up into her original position and waited for Draco's return.