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Chapter Six

"I do not believe that I deserve a punishment, Draco," said Ginny, disappearing behind the closed bathroom door once more to put on the black nighty that Draco wanted her to wear so much. However, she was also going to put on a pair of flannel sweatpants underneath it to keep herself warm, comfortable, and looking decent.

"I think you do!" replied Draco, banging his fist on the bathroom door. "Not only were you not on the bed when I came into the room, you were also not dressed, and then, you knock me to the floor and don't apologize. You definitely deserve punishment."

In the bathroom, Ginny had toned out the voice of Draco Malfoy and was getting herself dressed. As much as she hated to admit it, she really did like the way the black nighty looked on her. She pulled on her black sweatpants and said the charm that would dry her hair before unlocking the bathroom door and striding to the bedroom, completely overlooking Draco who was staring at her with such rage and malice.

As Ginny was passing him, Draco grabbed her arm and pulled her towards him. She shirked away from him, feeling as if he was going to hit her as Blaise did. "What is wrong with you?" Draco asked as she tried to pull her arm away. Not being successful she kneed him between the legs. He let go of her really quickly.

"Oh my God," he moaned, doubled over in pain.

"You deserved it," Ginny said, stalking away into the bedroom and slamming the door.

Draco watched as she walked away into his bedroom and thought of a change he needed to make in his contracts. From now on there would be a line somewhere in there that said that the breaker of the contract would be his slave for seven days, or longer if what Draco wanted completed by the 'slave' wasn't completed.

Meanwhile, Ginny had locked and cast a silencing charm upon the door to the bedroom. She was now crying and screaming and punching pillows, trying to rid herself of all her rage because she knew it wasn't good to bottle up emotions. She walked over to the large mahogany desk in the corner of the room and withdrew a quill, ink, and a scroll. She thought about contacting her parents, but realized she would probably get a Howler or something equally terrible and settled on writing a letter to Hermione instead.

Dear Hermione,

Today was awful and it's only the first of seven days. I don't know how I am going to live like this. I think I'm going to need counseling or something by the time I am released. I've already been disowned by Gryffindor tower and all of the teachers, including Professor Dumbledore. I trust you didn't miss his mention of Draco and me at dinner today. "Treat your relationship like a little plant . . ." Ugh. Hermione, I am, like going insane. I cannot deal with all this rejection. I think signing that contract was the worst mistake of my entire life. I thought that I could deal with Harry, Ron, and you not treating me like your equal, but now the entire school is against me. I don't know what to do! Unless . . .

Ginny stopped writing and began to formulate a plan inside her mind. She needed Hermione's help.

Actually, Hermione, I've got an idea. I've got to give you a little background information first. There are two people, well three, that I would really like to get back at. Number One, Blaise Zabini. Number Two, Pansy Parkingson. Number Three, Draco Malfoy. I want to get back at Blaise because, can you believe this, he smacked me! On the face. It created a nice bruise too. I hate that kid now. I want to get back at Pansy because she spread all those rumors about me and Draco having sex, which we most definitely have not! And she's a right cow and deserves to . . . you know. Draco because he was taking advantage of me. I mean sure, he bought me clothes, but only because he wanted to see me prance around half naked with the biggest wedgie ever! I think I can get back at Blaise by myself, I just need to hit him with a curse or something, probably a bat bogey hex. That'd be a sight to see. I know. Get Colin Creevey and his camera in position for when I attack Blaise, we can think of a time to hit him later and get it all planned. What can I do to get back at Pansy and Draco though. I really have no ideas. Now, I'm quite exhausted Hermione. I wouldn't send me a note back at mealtimes because they'd probably be confiscated by Draco, so maybe you could send me one between classes? Or, if you get it soon enough, you could send it back to me tonight. I don't really know. For now, I'm just going to try to go to sleep. I hope you aren't against me. I'm doing everything I can to rebel, I just hope that it's enough.

Love, Ginny

Ginny put down the quill that she was using and folded the scroll, putting Hermione's name on the front in black ink. She put the quill and the ink back where she found them and tidied up the desk before withdrawing the silencing charm that was on the room and slowly opening the door.

When she stepped out of the bedroom, the first thing she was greeted by was a roaring fire in the fireplace. The second thing was a sleeping Draco Malfoy. He was lying peacefully on the couch, facing the bedroom door as if he fell asleep waiting for Ginny to come out of the room. Ginny smirked at Draco's still form and slipped into the hallway outside the Head Boy chambers.

She stared at her surrounding for a few minutes before getting her bearings and heading towards her left, hoping to be greeted by a staircase when she reached the end of the hall. As she suspected the staircase was there, and she took it up as far as it went before heading to her left once more. After climbing a few more flights of stairs, she entered the owlery and selected a tawny owl that was owned by the school. She tied Hermione's note to its leg and ushered it out the window. As Ginny watched it fly off into the night sky, she let out a breath that she didn't know she had been holding.

As she turned to leave, a small figure stepped out of the shadows. "Meow."

Ginny looked down at the small form, expecting to see Mrs. Norris, but instead seeing Crookshanks. "Thanks goodness it's you," said Ginny, holding her racing heart. She scratched the cat's head for a few minutes before telling it that she had to go.

She started down the stairs when she heard the rapid breathing of Filch headed her way. How did he find out that I was here?she wondered as she dashed behind a curtained ledge. Without looking where she was going she had backed into a wall that had a small knob in the middle of it. As Filch stuck his shaggy head behind the curtain, she felt herself pulling the knob.

Without any warning, she was thrown down a tunnel that had opened beneath her feet. She tried to tuck in her elbows and knees, but it was no use, and they kept hitting the tunnel walls at weird angles, bringing about startling pain and new bruises. Finally the tunnel drew to an end and Ginny flew out the ceiling and landed on the floor near the kitchens.

Groaning, she sat up and looked around her. She cradled her extremely bruised arm as she got to her feet, recognizing the painting of the fruit bowl. She made her was to the entrance hall and climbed the stairs, heading towards the statue of Brandywick the Bold, with her mind set on sleeping.

Unfortunately, when she walked into Draco's chambers, Draco was waiting for her, awake and with his wand drawn. "Where have you been?" he hissed at her.

"Urr, I fell through a wall," said Ginny, telling partial truth.

"I asked where you were, not what you did."

"I went to the owlery," said Ginny.

"Why?"

"To get away from you," Ginny snapped without thinking.

"Does the name Malfoy mean anything to you?" Draco asked. Not giving Ginny anytime to answer, he continued. "Well it should. The name Malfoy demands respect, respect that you have not been giving me. Respect that I deserve."

"Look, Draco," said Ginny. "I'm really tired, can we talk about this in the morning?" Ginny began heading towards Draco's bedchamber, but was stopped when Draco grabbed her injured arm. Her eyes began to water.

"No we bloody well cannot!" He saw that Ginny was crying and instantly let go of her arm. "What happened to you?"

"I told you," said Ginny, shouting, "I fell through a damn wall!"

"Oh, I'll go get the bruise salve." Draco headed for the bathroom as Ginny swayed and fell onto the couch, eyes closed, though tears managed to seep through.

When Draco got back with the salve, Ginny was sound asleep, collapsed on the couch he had been sleeping on so recently. He applied the creamy lotion to Ginny's arms and face, where in fact Blaise had hit her, (her healing charm had not been so accurate), and debated about whether he should apply it to her legs, stomach and back.

Gingerly, he put Ginny's legs on his lap and began massaging the healing lotion onto the noticeable bruises. He flipped her over when he finished with her legs and rubbed some onto her back. He decided to disregard her stomach so she wouldn't feel too violated.

As he watched Ginny sleep he was instantly reminded of his mother, who always appeared so strong when she was awake, but when she was asleep she looked so vulnerable, helpless, and weak. Ginny before the salve had looked as Narcissa looked after Lucius beat her. Draco couldn't stand a man who beat his wife, or any woman for that matter.

Draco looked closer at a place on Ginny's face and he could see the faint outline of a hand print. "I'll kill whoever did that," he said to no one in particular. Draco placed a large blanket over Ginny's small body and extinguished the fire before retreating into his bedroom and going to sleep.