Chapter Two, Draco 1: Ginny nil.
Light streamed through a window somewhere down the corridor, casting shadows across Ginny's cell. Frost had formed on the bars of the cell during the night. Ginny sat with her back pressed against the wall; her legs pulled up to her chest. Her head was buzzing with thoughts: anger to be precise and all directed at Draco Malfoy.
She hated him, truly hated him. She longed to see him wreathing on the floor in pain as she stood over his body. His arrogant smirks haunted her sleep and his laughter haunted her waking hours. She could not escape him.
A tray of food was pushed under the bars but Ginny did not turn either towards the food or the slave who brought it. Her head sank lower into her lap. The person outside her bars paused for a few seconds then walked quietly away.
Her food remained untouched all day. Her hope was giving out. Ginny could endure the torture inflicted upon her daily, but she had not seen another person (with the exception of deatheaters) in months.
Ginny spent a few restless hours drifting in and out of a light sleep. Hunger began to gnaw at her stomach, but the food had gone and she would not get another meal for a few more hours. It was hard to guess the time of day or night, but she guessed that mealtime only came round once, possibly twice a day. The rest of the day passed by slowly. A deatheater would pay her a visit each day, but this she dreaded more than the monotonous silence. It was their opportunity to express their frustration, anger or pure sadistic enjoyment.
Ginny was beginning to get the impression that certain deatheaters felt dissatisfied by the way the wizarding world was being ruled under the Dark Lord. She presumed that promised positions and titles had not been awarded as promised. Whatever the problems were, all the anger was unloaded onto their high security prisoner.
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Draco was standing over her huddled body, tapping his foot. Ginny raised her head slowly, her bleary eyes adjusting to the white blond hair and pastel skin. His wand twirled in his hands, hypnotising her with the circles that they wove. She did not need to ask what he was doing in her cell.
Standing to face him, Ginny steadied herself against the wall and gathered her wits. Draco seemed to be waiting for her to indicate that she was ready before attempting to extract any information she may feel the need to part with.
Ginny waited no more than a second before raising her head to face him. He stood before her, wand raised, pondering the best curse. He smiled gently, so tender that it threw her off guard. She did not even feel the pain spreading through her lower back or the cracking of a rib as she flew across the room nor did she hear her own scream. All she could see was his smile. Looking up, she saw only a cold gleam of triumph. On some level, he had won. She had screamed and this was a victory.
Until this day, Ginny would only let slip the occasional moan. Her feeble body was a weapon to the enemy and she refused to let such a weakness as pain give them a cause for pleasure. She had always remained grim, determined to remain as silent as possible. Ginny scolded her carelessness. Draco 1:Ginny nil.
Draco advanced on her, like a tiger approaching it's wounded prey. Ginny waited for the final strike. It came sooner than expected as daggers cut into her sides, tearing her flesh. Her body twisted in pain, her mind screaming with pure agony…and then suddenly the pain was gone. Her body rose from the ground and was thrown to the floor with more force that she could ever anticipate.
Refusing to give in, Ginny stood shakily on her feet, her body pressed against the wall for support. Draco's hand rose to her pale cheek and ran his fingers along her jaw-line, sending a tingling sensation through her weak body. His hand was warmer than she had expected and Ginny welcomed its heat. It was so long since she had felt any warmth since her capture.
As she relaxed into his hand, it rose from her jaw and then collided with her cheek. The force knocked her sideways and she fell to the floor once more. The cell darkened and she could now only make out his blurring figure, before all went black.