Chapter eleven
Ginny straightened and met the blonde's eyes squarely.
"Give her back Malfoy."
"Why? Why should I give her back Weasley?"
"Because her fiance is waiting."
Malfoy clicked his tongue. "Wrong answer."
"Don't be an ass Malfoy. You know as well as I do that she needs to go back."
"Then tell the truth."
"She has a fiance waiting."
"True."
"Then let her go."
"Quid pro quid, Ginny."
"You ass." Ginny and Hermione muttered in unison.
"What do you want."
"Easy. Your freedom for hers."
"The hell kinda choice is that?" Ginny snarled.
"The kind I expect you to make. And we all know what you'll chose."
Ginny looked at Hermione. She could see it in her eyes. The plea. Don't do this. Don't make this choice.
Ginny lowered her wand. Her choice was made.
"Take me."
Malfoy smiled. He raised his wand and aimed it at Ginny's feet. The floor crumbled to reveal a dungeon cell.
Ginny began to fall.