Thanks again to everyone who read or reviewed my story. Without you, this update would not be updating. Also, to lateBloomer04, Dumbledore knows about the contract between Harry and Ginny because good ol' Snape, who is really close to Draco, knows about Draco's business dealings, and naturally he would inform Dumbledore. Dumbledore cannot stop what is happening because Ginny signed the contract willingly. Here's the next chapter.
Chapter Five
"She's not," Draco began, but was cut off by Ginny.
"I'm a bitch?" Ginny asked, her voice rising as her face turned bright red. "I don't think so. I'm not the one who follows a guy who doesn't like me. I'm not the one sleeping with half the school in order to get over that guy. I'm not the one who makes up pet names to call a guy who hates her guts. You do not intimidate me, Mrs. Pansy-poo." Ginny turned up her nose and stalked towards the Slytherin table, trying to avoid the eyes of everyone who was looking her way.
Pansy stared after her, mouth wide open.
"Do close your mouth, Pansy darling. Wouldn't want you to catch any flies," said Draco sarcastically, following after Ginny, hurrying to catch up with her.
"Where do I sit?" whispered Ginny as Draco reached level with her.
"Right here," said Draco, sitting down next to Blaise Zabini. Draco ignored Ginny throughout the sorting, Dumbledore's speech, and dinner, preferring to talk to Blaise, leaving Ginny to deal with the many insults that were thrown at her by Slytherins, mostly from Pansy and her group of friends. "How's the muggle-loving whore doing now?" and "She must be real great in the sack or else Draco wouldn't put up with her," were the most common.
Finally the dessert plates were cleared and Dumbledore stood up to say some final words before bedtime. "Again, welcome to Hogwarts," said Dumbledore. "I am quite into inter-house relations," his eyes rested on Ginny, "but some things are taking it too far. A word to the wise, do not force a relationship to grow. Tend to it as if it was a seedling, water it frequently, and let it get enough sunlight." If anyone found what Dumbledore was saying confusing, they didn't say anything. "One final announcement, this year we have aurors guarding the Hogwarts perimeter. Please, do not bother them, let them work in peace." He paused, looking at all his students, old and new. "Very well, dear children, get on to bed. See you bright and early in the morning. Toodley pipsqueak nigmot grong." He stood up and waved at the students, signaling the end of dinner. The noise level greatly increased in the Great Hall.
"Ginny," said Draco, pulling roughly on her shoulder, "on the second floor near Flitwick's office, there is a statue of Brandywick the Bold. Scratch its nose three times and say 'fidpickle' and it'll let you in. I expect to see you waiting on the bed in that black lace nighty I bought you by the time that I return from my head boy duties. Do you understand?"
Ginny sighed and looked into Draco's harsh, lifeless grey eyes. "Yes."
Draco didn't bother to say anything else before heading off in the direction of the dungeons. Suddenly, Ginny felt a heavy arm drape around her shoulders. "What? Did you decide you want me totally naked instead?" she asked sarcastically.
"No, but I wouldn't mind," said a voice that was more bouncy and playful than Draco's. Ginny recognized it as Blaise's. "I just want to say thanks for showing Pansy her place. She needs to learn respect if she is to fuck me. Good thing you're feisty, Draco will like that."
Ginny looked at him startled. "What?"
"Nevermind."
Ginny persisted but Blaise turned on her, hand raised, and smacked her on the face. "Oh Draco will have fun with you," he hissed.
Ginny ran off, hands holding her cheek where Blaise had smacked her, trying to find the shortest way to the second floor and wondering whether all Slytherins had tempers as short as Blaise's. Not watching where she was going, she walked straight into another person, which sent her sprawling onto the marble floor of the entrance hall.
"Watch where you're going, Weasley," said a female voice.
Lovely,thought Ginny, a pug nosed bitch is all that I need to make my day complete. She got up off the floor and looked straight into Pansy's eyes. "You're just in my way," she said.
"Just because Draco let you into his pants doesn't mean that you are the Slytherin queen," said Pansy.
"Oh, nice retort. Fuck off, Parkinson." Ginny stalked off in the direction of the main stair, tears threatening to splash down her face. I will not cry in front of all these people,she scolded herself. I'll just go upstairs and take a nice bath to help me relax.
Ginny found Flitwick's office and began looking around for the statue of Brandywick the Bold. She saw statues of dwarves and elves, but none of Brandywick the Bold, who she remembered was a troll who was caught in the sunlight and trapped by aurors in eighteenth century Britain. Finally she found him, right across from the prefect's bathroom. She scratched its nose and said fidpickle, just as Draco had instructed and was allowed into the Head Boy quarters.
The suite was magnificently arranged. When you first walked into the rooms, you were in a large study area. To the left of that was the bedroom, and beyond that was the large bathroom. Ginny admired the silk sheets on the queen sized bed and the fine carpet beneath her feet. She did notice that the rooms had no windows, but were sufficiently lit.
She opened the wardrobe and noticed that all her things, purchased by Draco, were in one half of it, the other half being occupied by Draco's things. Sighing, she took the black nighty that Draco had talked about off the hanger and put it gently on the bed. Then she walked to the bathroom eager to take a bath. As she passed the mirror, she noticed a nice bruise on her cheekbone from where Blaise had smacked her, and another on her elbow from where she had fallen on the floor. She mumbled a quick healing spell and set to drawing her bath.
She quickly undressed and climbed into the steaming bathtub, sinking into its warmth, seeking relaxation. She closed her eyes and took deep breaths, trying to calm herself down from her encounters with Blaise and Pansy. A loud knock on the door interrupted her musing.
"I wanted you in the nighty, not just the nighty," said the sharp voice of Draco Malfoy. "You're late."
"Mmmhhhmm," Ginny mumbled, washing her hair with peaches and cream WizardWash shampoo.
"Weasley! Get out her right now and put on the damn nighty," shouted Draco.
"No."
"You are my slave. Slaves obey," yelled Draco, banging his fist on the bathroom door.
"Weasley's may not be rich, but they are not slave material," Ginny said, emptying the tub and wrapping herself in a towel.
"You know what happens to slaves who don't obey their masters? They get punished," Draco stated menacingly.
Draco, who had been leaning on the bathroom door, collapsed into a pile on the floor as Ginny yanked the door open. "Oops," she smiled sweetly at him.
"That means double punishment!" he cried and picked himself up from the floor completely ungraciously.