(A/N - Sorry for taking so long to get this chapter up, I was actually on vacation for a week and too lazy the days before to write. And thank you sidlovesnancy1979 you actually inspired me and helped me figure out how to get this chapter started out. Expect a new chapter coming rather quickly, I think I have a rather good idea of what will be happening next.)

Oh and as always, PLEASE COMMENT, because then I will love you :p.

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"Honestly Lucius, I do not see how this Weasley girl will bring us anything but trouble." The burly man announced as he planted himself on a stiff-backed leather chair.

Lucius took his time sitting down in a chair across the desk from the man. Annoyance was rising from within him, it would be just too simple if his men actually trusted his plan, at least the Dark Lord did. "Stort my plans are to be kept concealed, but if you must know that little Weasley is an item of Potters. We are using her as a trap. We are to demoralize her, break her in the ways that would break spineless arrogant Potter."

The man hunched over causing the robe to cover his face, "I am sorry to have questioned your orders, I should have known better than to misjudge you."

"Every fool has their day, this was indeed not yours. I will not stand for such intolerance." Lucius's anger erupted, with it his wand slashed in a downwards direction sending a crucio in the man's direction. As he squirmed and screeched in pain and discomfort a gleam showed in Lucius's eyes.

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Malfoy stood there smirking, Ginny's hand still in grasp. Ginny could see his eye's sweeping her body and she couldn't hold down the blush which was rising to her face. His eyes flickered back up to her face and he let her hand drop, "Well, see you around, don't forget about the rats. They get quite lonely."

For a couple minutes Ginny just stood there, she mentally slapped herself for blushing. She hated it, she could never control it, she hated how it showed her self-consciousness.

Finally recovering from her small space out she gazed around the room. Entertainment was not kept in mind when this room was furnished. The room was quite blank, besides for the basic bed, only a couple pictures hung on the wall and the bookcase was blank besides for a couple old dusty volumes. Ginny grunted in disgust, the volumes reminded her of the endless studying at school she would be ensuing at school... well that was if she ever got back. She could feel her emotion rising at the thought of school and family but quickly pushed it aside she did not want to be found vulnerable.

Though a slight headache begged to differ she made her way to the bookcase, she scooped up the books, they had to be at least 50 years old the way they were tattered. This fact surprised her quite a bit, it was not like a Malfoy to keep something so old and unworthy. The first appeared to be a regular charms book which was quite aged, but she could tell it contained dark magic by the odd sensation it gave off when she touched it. She quickly set it down and ventured onto the next two books. One that was so aged she could not even read the text on the cover. This one interested her quite a bit so she set it on the bed to look at it later. The next book was made a thick durable dragon skin, dyed an emerald green. In a curly gold script "History of purebloods" was scrolled across the top.

Settling down atop the bed Ginny made herself comfortable and propped the book up against her legs. The first few pages were filled with diagrams and family trees, Ginny was rather familiar with these and skipped through them and hit the introduction. She was quickly submerged, and the dull throb in her head was soon forgotten.

Thirty minutes later Ginny found herself only 20 pages into the book. It was rather difficult to decipher, the text was tinier than she had ever seen written, and many words were had been smudged by tiny droplets of water. But it was upon this page which her attention had caught, it had finally reached the Malfoy bloodline. Ginny couldn't help but let out a small giggle, it felt odd peering into someone's history. Her eyes grew wide as she saw the mention of a family long curse and continued to read on.

"Throughout the ages the Malfoy family has been marked by a eternity-long curse started back by the first pure bloods. It began with Celest, the widow of Salazar Slytherin. After his death she was left without a mate and the promise of her love only to be devoted to Salazar. No matter what the circumstances, she was to never cherish another man. Celest soon became bitter with jealousy and when daughter Penelope and her fiancé Adrienne asked for her blessing in marriage she blatantly refused. Penelope could not understand her mother's misery, and in outrage told her "You are no parent of mine, and I will never let you have a part in our children's lives.". This only raged Celest more, she proclaimed from that day forth that all Malfoy's were to marry before their 17th birthday, and be devoted to their partner for eternity, not until death do they part. She also stated that within the first year of marriage the Wife was to conceive a child. In doing this she hoped that each of the couple's offspring would suffer through the agony in which she did."

Ginny stopped reading and just stared at the book in disbelief. This had to be some kind of joke, some kind of joke that she was not a part of. But this was too convenient, Draco would be turning 17 soon, she knew it. This couldn't be what they wanted with her, could it be? And having a Malfoy heir? Ginny couldn't even think about without keeling over in disgust.

A loud rush of metal clattering jostled Ginny from her thoughts. A silver tray lined with a freshly made sandwich and a small salad had appeared suddenly on the nightstand by her side of the bed. Ginny rolled her eyes thankful that something had diverted her from her maniac line of thought, but they wouldn't even bother with breakfast. What was with that? Ginny just sighed and began to dig in, but found pushing her previous line of thought out of her head was a lot harder than she thought it would be. At tactless times Ginny thought of Draco, his warm body pressed up against her. A fake reality drifted through her mind, and made her gage, her and Draco... that was just plain demonic.