The next few weeks were surrounded with unhappiness and aloneness, which was scattered with dinner with the Dark Lord and Draco. She slept every night in Draco's bed, yet he never showed her anything but respect.
She spent her days sitting in an arm chair near the fire reading books she had been told to read by Voldimort, he had told her, in not such a nice way, that it was in her better interest to read these books as soon as possible. She cried as she surfed through a book about the History of Dark Magic. Horrible tortures and curses that disfigured people into wicked shapes and figures.
She was fawning over a particularly horrible yet interesting Curse that made your insides come out through your mouth and eyes… very gruesome indeed but fascinating none the less, when Draco came in to the room. It was late at night, perhaps ten, and she had been locked in this room, full of silence, for at least twelve hours, and she was a bit restless.
"Hey stranger." She said softly, looking at Draco sideways as she sat in the armchair next to her. He looked worried, as he sat with his head in his hand, rubbing his temples. Sleeping with someone and being locked in their bed room for a few weeks really gives you insight to a person, their daily habits, what sets them off ect. And Ginny could tell that Draco was upset.
"My father… he treats me like I have no idea how to take control of anything. He gives me such menial tasks, telling me that my only goal in life is to mar-" He stopped, looking around, his eyes landing on Ginny, "Is to become the king after him or whatever…" He finished quickly.
Ginny, who didn't want to encourage running the "family business", tried to be indifferent. "I'm… sorry… what exactly does your father want you to do?" She asked, trying to casual. She still had not forgotten the dead bodies of her classmates scattered around her at Hogwarts.
He looked her in the eyes and sighed, "I'm to train you in the dark arts. I'm a bloody tutor…" He said throwing his hands up, not noticing Ginny's petrified face.
"T..T…Teach me? The dark ARTS!" She screamed, standing up, her short silk nightgown falling down around her knees. Draco nodded, apparently not understanding her distress.
"No!" She screamed suddenly, flipping over the end table that stood between their two chairs. This got Draco's attention and he looked up at her. "What'd you say?" He asked confused.
"You can't! I refuse… you! I!" She couldn't form words through her dismay. She took a breath and composed herself before continuing, "I'm not going to learn your horrible curses, I'd rather die, if that's what it comes to. I'm not going to stand by and let you train me as another one of your mindless killing minions who killed my brother and my… my love." She was crying now, fallen to her knees at Draco's feet. He glanced down at the weeping heap below him.
His eyes stung, and he felt his heart being pulled. Draco got on the floor, next to the only girl who'd ever made him hurt. He patted her head, trying to comfort her, eventually giving in and pulling her into his arms. He knew this was the opposite of what he was supposed to do to his enemy, but he couldn't help it. He just wanted her to stop hurting.
"You really loved him didn't you?" he asked quietly, stroking her long curly red hair, letting her tears fall on his cheeks and shoulders.
She didn't care that she was in the Dark lord's castle, while her family was dead, she didn't care that her greatest enemy was now holding her, trying to make her happy. She was too immersed in her own sorrow to understand the depth of her situation.
She nodded in response, continuing to let her tears seep out and dampen Draco's cape collar.
"I'm sorry." He said quietly; the words had escaped his lips before his brain realized what he was saying. You don't apologize to enemies. You are the Dark Prince, the sole heir of the Dark Lord, and you are apologizing for killing someone. How pathetic. His brain, trained by years of Volidmort, told him, but he ignored it. His heart, however hardened it had become, was crying out for her.
It was half an hour before Draco realized that Ginny was asleep, in his arms. He could feel her light breath on his neck and he knew when her eyelashes fluttered against his cheek, still wet with tears.
He gently picked her up and laid her in bed, in her dress and all. He then returned to the armchair, staring into the fire that was roaring before him. He hated himself, and yet he felt more alive then he ever had.
Ginny was kneeling on the floor, looking up at him when he woke. When his mind first had a thought it was something along the lines of how beautiful a face to wake up to. But he quickly dismissed it and said gruffly, "What do you want?" He tried to harden his exterior to her, failing miserably.
"Thank you, for last night." She said, standing and hugging him then turning to go to the bathroom. She had wrapped his short silk green robe around her and as her hips swayed, walking towards the bathing room, he couldn't help but stare at how sexy her arse looked.
She didn't shut the door, which awed Draco. He could hear the water running and noticed as his bathrobe was thrown to the side in front of the door. He stared at the heap of fabric in the doorway, before he heard her call, "Draco, when is our first lesson?" She asked innocently. Draco took this call as an invitation to enter the steamy room. He sat cross-legged as he had the first day she'd entered his life, watching her head bob up and down in the water, temping him with the rest of her body.
"What're you talking about?" He asked, trying to comprehend her meaning. She eyed him, looking serious, yet flirty.
"My Dark Art's tutoring." She said simply before diving under the water, coming up seconds later with drenched almost black hair that fell upon her shoulders like a veil.
"I figure," She stopped, trying to compose herself, "If… Har-… If he's gone I might as well try to make the best out of being here…" She said, Her face was drawn in, either in thought or pain, for both were plainly visible. Draco had noticed her moment's hesitation upon saying Harry's name, and noted this.
"Oh, ok. Well… That makes my job easier." He laughed slightly, causing her to look up at him, her head slightly tilted to the left, and her eyes wide with innocence and curiosity.
"We can start as soon as your done with your bath, I 'spose." Draco said, getting up to leave and give her privacy, but she stopped him by saying, "I am done." Suddenly she stood from the tub, reveling her body to him for only a second before pulling her towel off the rack next to her and wrapping it around her body.
She did not fail to notice Draco's expression upon seeing her wet naked body rise from the tub and she smiled inwardly, Right where I want him… She thought evilly.
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