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Chapter 14

Ginny lay on a bed. It was a nice bed, she supposed but she did not feel nice lying on it. Her hands were tied to the head board. Her feet were free, she was glad about that, she supposed. The sheets were nice and fluffy. The pillows behind her head were soft. She didn't feel comfortable. The dark curtains were drawn over the window. The walls were black. The flooring was a dark wood. Ginny was still in her black dress, she felt stupid, wearing one of her prettiest dresses at a time like this.

There was no way out of this. She didn't know where she was but she assumed that she was at the Malfoy manor. It disgusted her. It was probably where the death eaters had their meetings. She didn't know who had slept on this bed before, but she knew what kind of people usually came here. No one of good consequence.

She lay there wondering what was going to happen to her, Where was Harry. Her head really hurt and she wanted to touch it and see if she was cut, but she couldn't.

Suddenly she began to cry, sobbing,shaking tears.

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Harry was locked in what seemed to be a closet. It reminded him of where he had spent his childhood, in the Dursley's closet under the stairs. It made him sick. The place smelled strongly musty.

He had duct tape over his mouth. He uncomfortable tried to move his feet but they were tied together by an ugly pair of red boots, they were covered in dust. His hands were tied together and to a hook on the wall. He tried to yank his hands away, pulling as hard as he could but he just ended up with sore wrists.

He tried to move, to get more comfortable but he couldn't. All of a sudden he could hear someone crying. He wondered if it was Ginny. He wanted to cry out to her, tell her that he could hear her but he remember his taped mouth. He felt so angry. How could he be so stupid not to hit him with a spell first? Ginny could be hurt and he couldn't help her! It was all his fault.

He wondered why Ginny had been there in the first place? Why had she been on that street? He supposed someone could ask him the very same questions so he sighed inaudibly and tried to think of something happy.

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Ginny saw the door slide open, she closed her eyes, knowing exactly who it was walking in, Draco Malfoy. She felt his hand on her cheek and she almost bit him. He was so disgusting!

"Hello my love." he whispered and carressed her cheek. She almost vomited.

"I'm not your love, just let me go." she looked at him angrily. He laughed.

"Of course you don't know that you love me yet... But you will know soon enough." He touched the collar of her dress. He was delicate when he touched her, but she was disgusted.

"Keep your hands off of me! Where is Harry?"

He laughed again, this time more suspiciously. "Wouldn't you guess, Ginny? Of course I killed him by now."

Ginny's eyes became wide, No! Not Harry! "How...How could you?" she screamed, tears flew down her cheeks.

He shook his head in mock dissapointment. "Come Ginny, you didn't really love him?"

"I hate you! I hate you!" she was histerical, not Harry, he was going to rid the wizarding world of Voldermort, her brother's best friend, her best friend... her love. She was sobbing.

Draco reached out and softly, feather-like touched her arm.

"You will come to love me, Like you thought you loved him." He said strongly.

She tried to pull herself away from him but couldn't.

He reached out and held her tightly as he pulled off her dress. She screamed and kicked but knew she couldn't win.