Chapter Five, Oh Merlin.

Ginny awoke to the sound of a bird singing. A rush of hope rose from somewhere deep within her: a greeting from the outside world. The song lasted only a few seconds before the screech of a straggled cat reached her ears. The bird had roused the interests of a nearby 'being', of what sort Ginny could only hazard a guess, and it's short life had …well, ceased to exist. The short-lived feeling of hope sunk to the pit of her stomach.

The bed emitted a snore, distracting Ginny from her self-pity. Draco lay splayed out on the bed, the covers throw to the floor during the night. Ginny tiptoed towards the bed and bending down carefully, she picked up a tangled sheet off the floor.

She was just about to wrap herself in the silk sheet when a large hand clasped around her arm, bruising her skin. She stood, frozen to the spot, her heart pounding and her mind racing.

"What do you think you are doing?" Ginny did not move but remained in an oddly stooped position. "I don't want you infecting them with your repugnant smell. It might make me ill and that would never do."

Ginny neither moved nor spoke. Her limbs were too frightened to obey her commands. The grip on her arm tightened and she could feel the blood slowly leaving her hand.

Her body was propelled onto the bed with a force she could not fight against. Ginny look up to see Draco Malfoy leaning over her body, her wrists held firmly down so she could not fight. Draco's face was a picture of triumph and anger.

"We are going to have to work out some kind of sleeping arrangement because I need my beauty sleep. How can I relax if you are contaminating the atmosphere of my room?" The malice of his words almost upset Ginny…

…almost.

She reminded herself that his presence disgusted her every bit as much and she had just as much right to be angry.

With this thought, she tried to break free. His overpowering weight was beginning to crush her body and she needed to breathe. Ginny's hands were held by his and although she knew she would pay for it later, she brought her knee up and it collided with a sickening force into his groin.

Draco doubled up over her, growling at the eruption of pain. His hold loosened and she slid (with a little difficulty) from underneath him, running to the far corner of the room, away from him.

Draco lay groaning on the bed as Ginny stood a safe distance away, shivering and a little frightened, but perhaps not as much has she should have been. The hairs stood up on her arms and goose bumps rose on her skin. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled as Draco slowly stood up; his jaw set and fists clenched.

Ginny took another step back, only to find her small person pressed up against the wall. Oh Merlin.

Striding across the room, Draco stood before Ginny quicker than she had time to breathe. One hand clasped her bruised arm, the other firmly around her neck. Her breath caught in her throat as his hand tightened. Was he really going to strangle her?

Ginny whimpered. Draco's eyes were dark with malice. He wanted to hurt her so much. He wanted to make her scream with fear, but somehow physical pain wasn't enough. He wanted to break her mind: drive her wild with insanity whilst he looked on.

Ginny could see all these emotions playing across his face and her mouth went dry. She moistened her lips and swallowed hard, trying to regain some self-control. The hold on her neck loosened a little and Ginny was able to take in a deep breath, only to be caught in her mouth a second time as she felt his fingers slide down her throat. Suddenly his touch was no longer rough, but soft and gentle.

Ginny met his eyes and saw that his face was a blank mask. What did he think he was doing? Draco's fingers continued to stroke her neck and Ginny shivered visibly, but to her horror, this time it was not the cold.

A hand slid to her waist, fingering the fabric of her shirt and the small rim of skin beneath it. The grip tightened and Ginny felt her body pulled away from the wall.

She could smell him and Ginny realised for the first time that it was not as repulsive as she might once have thought. Neither was his skin cold, but rather warm: the heat spreading from his fingertips to her body. It was a kind of human contact that she had not felt in a long time. At this moment her heart yearned for Harry: his soft hands, his smooth skin and his gentle gaze. Tears welled up in her eyes at the thought of her childhood sweetheart. Why had he not rescued her? The Order had given up on her too easily and she was now left to fight alone.

Her arms were held in front of her against Draco's chest. Pushing with all her strength only served to tighten his grip further. Ginny's body was dragged over to the bed and thrown onto the tangled sheets. Ginny did not like the raw power that Draco was emitting. He could crush her with his body if he wanted to.

Ginny did not want to be at his mercy. She knew that she should not have provoked him. She lay absolutely still, ready to strike out if he came near her.

Draco did not move towards her however, but instead turned away, straightening his robes. Walking over to the mirror, he ran his hands through his hair, tidying the blond locks. Then with a dismissive air he turned back towards Ginny.

"Keep the sheets; they reek of a foul weasel. Father can buy me some new ones." With that he strolled towards the door, then paused to say, "Oh, and you might want to think about taking a shower" before walking out of the door.

Ginny was left alone. "What was that?"

A/N The beggining was a bit strange I know. Sorry about that. I was in a strange mood.