(A/N- Ok so here is my go at another chapter even though I only got one comment I figured I would just go with it, PLEASE, PLEASE, comment, it only takes less than 30 seconds, and it will make me write the next chapter faster.)

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Ginny could do nothing but stare, fear was welling up inside of her. She was not looking at the old Draco, the one she had known for her whole life, the despicable Slytherin, she was looking at Draco the Death Eater. Slowly he drew out his wand from a back pocket, Ginny's body instantly tensed, he flung his wand with a swift motion and the door slammed shut and locked. She let a small breath sift out, not ever taking her eyes off of his wand.

As soon as he began to examine her, his eyes looking over every detail of her body, his eyes seemed to soften. This caught Ginny by surprise, and it clearly showed across her face, for as soon as she felt it play across her face she could see his eyes darken.

"Weasley, I do not want to be in this position, and I know neither do you, so listen to my clearly. If I tell you to take off your shirt, take off your shirt." At this point Ginny shot him a disgusted look, but Draco continued on. "If I tell you to moan...do it." His eyes looked at hers unwavering and cold.

"What is this some sick fantasy of yours because you can't get some other girl to bend over backwards at your will?" Ginny said her eyes narrowing.

"Trust me Weasley," Not sparing a moment Draco continued, "What they want me to do to you even disgusts me, so you best do as you are told." Ginny simply nodded her head, she was dumbfounded.

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Ginny sat upright on a soft bed, which she preferred much to the dank dungeon. Wiping away the bits of sleep that still clouded her mind and eyes, she peered around. Shocked ricocheted through her body. The room she was in now in was made up of rich greens and soft tans, the sun had just started to set and grazed over her body from the bay window. But it was not the common decency of the room that had taken her aback, but who it was that lay next to her in bed. As she looked over his sleek blonde hair, and pale face memories from the night before played back into her mind.

----------Flashback----------

"Trust me Weasley," Not sparing a moment Draco continued, "What they want me to do to you even disgusts me, so you best do as you are told." Ginny simply nodded her head, she was dumbfounded. To her surprise he quickly grabbed up her hand and drug her after him, impatiently dragging her up the dozen stairs to make it to the door.

They made their way past many men robbed in midnight black, each giving Draco a rather smug look which filled Ginny's body with disgust. She was only too sure what they were appraising him for. Pulling her through the last set of doors, and final pair of steps he led her into his own personal suite.

"Are you ready for this?" Draco asked, a bit of uncertainty rising in his voice that Ginny was sure he had not meant to let go, she only have him a small nod. He pushed her onto the bed, landing next to her, he quickly whispered into her ear "Moan". Ginny winced, hating the surrounding atmosphere but found no other way but to comply. Draco began oddly bouncing on the bed, moving it up and down ever so slightly to pronounce several squeaks. She had almost left all self-control at the point, peering upon Malfoy someone who she would have never expected to have even the slightest of slip ups was now jumping on his bed like a maniac. But she knew only too well what he was simulating, and she continued on with her part of the charade.

About 30 minutes later, Draco finally allowed himself to slow to a dull bounce, and finally stopped all together. They both panted heavily together, over dramatizing the whole affair to make sure they were heard loud and clear.

Later that night he had let her take over his shower. He set out a tan towel and a silk evening dress on top. Ginny could barely believe that it was called a dress, it was something she could only see, for lack of better word choice, a 'scarlet women' wearing. The distinct green color reminded her of the Slytherin house which she had tried to avoid at all cost during her 5 years at school.

Finally taking her mind off of the evening 'dress', she looked at herself in the mirror. She looked no less then a complete train wreck. Mud was clustered through her hair, she didn't have the slightest clue how that had gotten there. Bags had formed mercilessly under her eyes, and her skin tone had a sick yellow tinge to it, among the various other blotches of dirt that ran across her face.

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Taking a deep breath after the memories had rushed forward, she couldn't help but smile to herself in a slight disgust of the irony of the whole mess. Here she was sleeping in the same bed as one of her family's sworn enemies.

Quickly she made her way into the bathroom, careful when getting up not to wake Malfoy. Looking in the mirror on the left side of the double bathroom, she noticed she looked considerably better. The bags which had found their way under her eyes the other day had cleared up quite a bit, but not completely. Her skin tone had regained most of it's dull shade of pink, along with all dirt being removed from her body and hair.

While brushing her teeth Malfoy had found his way into the bathroom quickly turning on the water on the right side of the bathroom and splashing his face thoroughly. Grabbing a washcloth he blotted at his face furiously.

"So..." Ginny began not exactly sure where or how to bring the subject up about last night. There seemed no where to start but a definite ending, she needed to know what was going to happen with her.

"What do you want Weasel?" Malfoy's tone was agitated and icy, he glared at her from his half of the mirror and quickly busied himself in find his own toothbrush. He then turned to her rather abruptly before she could find how to respond to his comment. "Do not tell me you are using my tooth brush." His face scrunched up in disgust waiting for her reply.

"Well what was I suppose to do?" She said feigning an innocent look, Malfoy's face just dropped and he mutter something barely audible under his breath. "Excuse me, didn't catch that." Ginny said with a smirk playing across her face.

"If you are going to wreck my perfectly good toothbrush will you at least hurry up with it already, I have to get going and I do fancy brushing my teeth before leaving." Malfoy said tapping his fingers impatiently on the sink basin.

She just smiled and handed him the toothbrush she had just taken out of her mouth, quickly spitting out the excess toothpaste, and washing out her mouth. Malfoy stared at the toothbrush in his hand used toothpaste still clobbered over it, he held it as far away as possibly as though it were some deadly poison. As he was still staring at the toothbrush with a great look of disgust and contempt Ginny blurted out before she could stop herself and collect a cooler composure, "Where are you going?"

Draco finally looking away from the tooth brush smirked a bit and replied as if it took his utmost strength, "That wouldn't be any of the concerns of you."

"Fine," Ginny said biting her lip, "But what am I going to be doing all day?" Pointing to herself to emphasize I, finally let both hands fall to her hips while waiting for a response.

"Well I heard the rats in the cellar have taken a rather liking to you, I figure you could always visit them. Or you know, you would be staying up here all day, take your pick." Draco said with the slightest smirk but quickly shrugged his shoulders, taking the time waiting for her reply to clean off his toothbrush.

"Fine... I'll stay here." She said with a definite humph... following her reply as she stalked out of the bathroom into the main enclosure and plopped onto the bed.

"You do seem to be quite comfortable on that bed." Malfoy said, the sneer on his face amounting close to what some people would call a smile, but Ginny knew better. She wondered if the sneer was permanent because she had seen very few occasions where he wasn't wearing it. Her temper was getting the better of her, she hurdled towards him about to smack him when he caught her hand, "tsk.. tsk.." he said as his eyes rolled in a bored manner. "You are really a bit too predictable."

(A/N - I know, there isn't much of a cliff hanger... but think of it this way, so far he is still holding her hand -wink, wink-)