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"I thought you would be lying in bed and could use a bit of a push to hurry." With a soft chuckle, he moved toward her. He was pleased about something and that worried her. "Nevra, you bridegroom was once a catamite."

"Catamite?" she asked, not knowing or caring about the meaning. "What matter of importance is it to you where in Scotland he comes from. You are from Normandy. Your place of birth is not a crime nor is his." She looked away and swore under her breath. "Only a lack-witted Norman would judge a man by the color of his clothes and the riches in his pockets."

Draco ran a hand through his hair, falling to hide his smile. "Oh, Nevra, to teach you a lesson, I should let you wed him."

"What do you mean?"

Gently, his hands stroked her back, "With a face and form such as yours, it is hard to believe that you are an innocent." He rested his head on top of hers. "You would not wish me to gift you in marriage to this man."

"Why?"

He took a deep breath and with a resigned expression looked into her eyes. "Nevra, trust me, you would not like being married to him."

"Why?" Ginny asked again, her eyes narrowing at his silence. "Do not treat me like a half-wit."

"As you wish, Nevra." He massaged his neck, as if forming the words in his mind, then looked at her. "But remember, it is you who wanted to know. A catamite is a boy who sexually serves a man...someone who like the same sex."

"WHAT!" Ginny yelled, pulling away from Draco.

"You didn't notice that he paid more attention to my naked body then yours?"

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"I will fight for the maiden," Harry said. Ginny was stunned as she translated the message to Draco. The great hall was filled with Normans and Scotsmen. Food was laid out on the table and everyone was listening to her as she translated the warlord's words to her brother, Ron. Then, she translated his words to Draco.

"Why do you bother? It is obvious you have no interest in her or any other women."

The young man did not appear afraid or ashamed. "I will fight for the maiden," Harry repeated, he bow to Ginny as she told the Norman what he had said.

"If I fight you, will you accept defeat and never return or seek revenge?"

"Aye."

"What about you, Weasley?"

"When you best me in battle, Norman, you will have my promise and nay before. I only ask that you release Kayla and Bret after the fight." Her brother stood tall and straight as he faced his adversary and in that moment Ginny felt proud than ever before.

"Some day we may meet on a battle field, Weasley, you my have Kayla and Bret." He turned to the challenger, I honor your request, Potter."

After translating, Ginny turned to follow the man. She was not going to be fought over without speaking her mind. "I did not agree to this contest." Her French stop the Norman in the place. All male conversation started. Half the hall's gazes reflected admiration-the rest, shock-at her brass.

Draco turned around slowly and pinned her with that stare she had come to know and hate. "Slave, you have no more voice in this than you had when I defeat you on the field of honor."

"What if you do not win? Do I have a say then?"

"Do not worry about the contest. I would never let a passionate woman waste away with a man who did not appreciate her charm."

Draco's voiced thier approval with cheers and whistles, while the Scotsmen grumbled loud enough to heard in the next village.

Ginny couldn't tell what happen next, the door was closed in her face. She was left in the great hall while her future was being fought over. Bret was left in the hall as well. It wasn't fair. The only hint she had to who was winning was the yells and cries of the soldiers. There was a silence and then what sounded like a Scottish war cry. Had the Scotsmen won?

Ginny could hear men moving outside the hall but who had won. The hall doors opened and Aden walked in holding Draco up. She could see blood coming from his arm. His challenger walked in after him. Who had won? Who owned her?

"Know this now, Weasley, Ginevra belongs to me."

"Mary, Bret, give your things. We will be leaving within the hour."

"Non-" Ginny translated to her brother for Draco.

"You would go back on your word?"

"Non, I will release them when you send the riches from here back."

Ginny stared at Draco. This was her only chance to get Kayla and Bret away from here.

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"Kayla, I want you to pack some clothes and some of Bret things. Go into the second tunnel and star to walk. Ron will be waiting for you. Bret's wand is in the hall closet next to the lord's chambers. Do you understand?"

Kayla nodded." What about the soldiers?

"Lavender is going to give them a sleeping potion, I will keep his lordship busy tonight, so you can get away." Ginny hugged her sister one last time and then went to finish her chores before she had to get the water ready for Draco's bath. "I gave my father's ring to Ron. He will know what to do with it. Be safe and remember I love you."