THE PERFECT STORY
by YeminQuon

A/N: Hey guys. I figured that two/three reviews was the most I'm going to get for chapter one so I said, why not? I'll post chapter two. So here it is. Oh, and I got contacts today. They rock! No more glasses! Whoopee!

Disclaimer: Hmm... No... Moving on...

CHAPTER TWO: KIDNAPPED

The first thought that came to her when she awoke was that her head was pulsating. She was stiff and lying on a hard, tile floor. It was so cold her fingers were numb and she was positive her lips were blue. The room was dark and musty and, as far as she could tell, empty, save for her. She was blind, but she could still feel. Patting her clothing, she realized she was dressed in some type of loose cotton material. Her wand, money, and bag were gone. Ginny hated the idea of being wandless. Gritting her teeth, she rolled into a ball, closing her eyes against the invading darkness, praying no spider or rat would find her in her current state.

A door creaked open somewhere above her and a ball of light was released into the stony room. It was a lantern, and Draco Malfoy was carrying it using his wand as he made his way down the stairs that led into the room.

"You're awake," he said monotonously, sitting down on the bottom step of the stone stairs.

"Yes," Ginny answered dryly, sitting up, rubbing her hands together to get warm. She looked down at her body. The cotton material was a loose dress, very grey and ugly. It wasn't flattering one bit. "Can you explain to me why I'm wearing this awful dress and why I'm locked in a freezing, empty cellar? The wand I can understand, but why does it have to be so cold?"

Draco rolled his eyes in the dim light. "Do you always complain like this when you're kidnapped?" he asked stoutly, avoiding her gaze.

"Couldn't tell you," She replied, standing. "I've never been kidnapped before." She noticed then that she was barefoot. The tile was cold on her bare soles.

Draco surveyed her with a sorry look in his eyes, as though he pitied her. Ginny turned around and paced. "Don't pity me," she snarled. "I don't need your pity."

"I don't pity you," Draco answered, standing. "Rather, I pity myself."

Ginny stared at the ground quizzically a moment, wondering why Draco would pity himself, when a thought struck her with horror. "Who changed my clothing? I wasn't...was I?..." her voice drifted off, but she was pretty sure Draco knew what she had implied. If a single man on earth had violated her, she would-

"No one touched you. I had maids dress you." Draco corrected her, a hurt look on his face. Ginny didn't look at him. She couldn't.

"And you kidnapped me because...?"

"For someone being kidnapped, you sure ask a lot of questions," Draco muttered. "I took you because you were a witness- a valuable one, most likely the only witch in the square, save for the bloody aurors."

"What happened after you knocked me out?" Ginny inquired, staring at the wall where the lantern light's shadows danced.

"We apparated. All forty of us. And I came down here to tell you what is expected of you." Draco answered sternly, placing the lantern on the ground. Ginny turned around and for the first time noticed his clothing. He had changed since the massacre; wearing a black cloak and silver robes with black boots. Ginny tried to ignore the tightness in her chest as she stared. Somehow she felt attraction to him... He made her want...

She dismissed all of these thoughts before asking, "Oh? And how long have I been here?"

"Three days," he spat, holding up three gloved fingers. She wondered why he wore gloves. He had worn gloves like those at the massacre... "Now, you are not to leave the manor. You are not to speak unless spoken to. You will be kept in a guest room under lock and key at all times, and with a guard. No man under my command will force himself onto you, and if he does his punishment will be severe. Your meals will be brought to you three times a day. If questioned, you will answer, so long as it is I or someone I have given permission to interrogates you. You will speak to no one but me. And NO MORE QUESTIONS. Understand?" His tone was harsh, commanding. Ginny opened her mouth to protest when he pulled a long, yew wand from his pocket. Her wand. Delicately, he ran a single gloved finger down its length.

"I know many spells, Ginevra," he threatened softly, in a bored tone. "And it would be very unfortunate if you were the victim of one of them. Understand?"

Ginny gulped, nodding numbly. Draco smirked, glad she had cooperated.

"Come with me, Weasley," he commanded, motioning her to follow him as he put her wand back into his pocket and picked up the lantern. "I will see you to your rooms."

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