In order that Dudley not forget what their main objective was, Draco made a photo montage of Ginny for him to keep constantly before him, with emphasis on her more obvious charms—lips, legs, breasts and backside. He assured Dudley that Harry had much the same type of picture montage of her in his bedroom, albeit very personally autographed. In fact, he'd even told him that she had signed on the back of Harry's copy the following suggestive lines:

"Harry…

Hope you like the pictures, love—and that you decide in favor of what we discussed the other night. I'd really love to be with you like that and I hope you want to be with me the same way. After all, we've been together for a month; I really think it's time.

Yours forever,
Ginny

P.S. I love you."

Of course, neither had any way of knowing whether or not Harry really had a cheesecake picture montage of Ginny in his room, much less that they were autographed in the same manner—but it wouldn't surprise Draco if he did and they were. What was important was that Dudley thought so, that Ginny was constantly kept before him. If he wanted her, he would have to do what Draco wanted, whatever it happened to be …and whatever his objections to doing so.

"Why do I have to listen to you?" Dudley groused.

"Because I'm the one with the knowledge you need. I suggest you keep that in mind," Draco retorted threateningly. "Otherwise you'll never touch her or even see her. Get me?"

Dudley nodded sullenly but didn't argue.

Draco smiled charmingly but at the same time, even Dudley saw evil in it. "As long as we understand each other. Now, I've found out that Ginny is supposed to be alone at 3 p.m. today. I cannot tell you where she'll be; you simply have to take my word for it. Also, when the time comes, I'll have to take you there, because you could not get there on your own. Be ready at the first street that intersects with yours at two-thirty and make sure your parents can't see you. If they ask where you're going, just tell them you're going to meet some friends. Got that?"

"Yeah, yeah," Dudley grumbled, the only thing keeping him from chucking the whole mess being the thought of the gorgeous little redhead naked and spread out like a sumptuous banquet before him. Even if he had to let this Draco person go first, it would be worth waiting for to finally lose his virginity as his friends had lost theirs. He only wished that Harry could be there when it happened, if only to be forced to watch, not to mention tied down at a strategic spot where he could see everything yet be unable to do anything to stop them.

For that matter, he even considered suggesting it to Draco. It would be the perfect way to drive Harry crazy, especially if they stripped him too and watched him to see how aroused he got at what they did. When he saw Draco again three days later, he told him his idea, and even as impressed as Draco was at Dudley's fiendishness, had to veto it.

"But why?" Dudley demanded.

"Because to do that, we would need help—and the more people involved in this, the greater the likelihood that we'll be found out …and I really don't think you want people finding out, especially not your parents—or law enforcement people. Understand me?"

Dudley nodded reluctantly, still miffed that Draco had vetoed his idea, attempting to convince him one more time. "I could get some of my friends to help. They don't like Harry any more than I do. A couple of them could take him by surprise, then—"

Draco emphatically shook his head. "Also, should you try to implicate me in this, I'll sue you for everything you've got, for defamation of character at the very least. My family has a lot of money, whereas yours doesn't. You couldn't possibly win against us."

Dudley gave him a suspicious look. "Just who are you anyway?"

"Suffice it to say that if you do as I tell you, we'll get along just fine. You go against me and I'll destroy you—and what's more, enjoy doing it."

One look into Draco's cold blue eyes and Dudley knew he was serious. Despite his reservations about the whole matter, he knew he was in too deep to turn back now. Draco then directed him to take hold of his arm; Dudley gave him a threatening look.

"It's only for a few seconds. I'm taking you to where Ginny is. Now let's get a move on or we'll miss her—not to mention our chance to take her without witnesses."

Dudley glared at his companion but did as instructed; he soon felt himself being squeezed like a tube of toothpaste before the two found themselves on the Hogwarts grounds not far from the Quidditch pitch. A practice game was scheduled for 3:30 p.m. on this day and Ginny, as the best of the three Chasers on the Gryffindor team, needed to be there.

Apparition tests were also being conducted on this particular day for all the sixth-years who turned seventeen on or by a given day who had signed up for Apparition lessons and/or practice. It was for this reason that the normal inability to Apparate onto or off the Hogwarts grounds had temporarily been suspended. Even though he had only recently turned seventeen—within the lastweek (June 5 so, in fact), Draco had already managed to get an Apparition License via a combination of studying ahead and his father's money and influence. As far as he knew, neither Potter nor either of his friends had managed that yet.

"Where the eff are we? Where's Ginny? You said she'd be here."

"Patience. You'll see her soon."

Almost before the words were out of his mouth, the object of their search appeared. Ginny wore black slacks and a matching jumper underneath her red and gold Quidditch robes. Draco and Dudley hid behind the nearest wall; shortly after she passed them, Draco retrieved his wand, keeping it hidden from Dudley's view, then pointed it at her and thought "Sleep, my beauty. Sleep!" As she collapsed to the ground, unconscious, Dudley gaped at him.

"What the bloody hell did you do to her?"

"Later. Now let's get her tied up." Draco then said, "Incarcerous," softly, specifying ropes as a restraint. Soon Ginny was tied hand and foot; Draco then murmured "Inanimatus Conjurus," picturing a cloth gag and blindfold, which appeared in his hand. He stuffed them in his pocket, then they picked her up—or rather, Draco did—but even as they gazed upon her sleeping face as Draco carried her, her head resting on his shoulder, her long red-gold hair, thick, dark eyelashes, the dusting of freckles across her tiny, slightly upturned nose and her full lips (not to mention her small but perfect breasts), Dudley felt his groin tighten almost unbearably. Seeing her close up, he could definitely understand why Harry had fallen in love with her. She was the loveliest girl he had ever seen. It would truly seem an eternity until he could possess her, but at least he was one step closer to doing so.

"Where are we going now?" Dudley asked.

"You'll see," Draco returned enigmatically; they then Apparated out of the Hogwarts courtyard, destination Malfoy Manor …or more specifically, Draco's wing, which contained his bedroom, the quarters of his personal house-elf, and the room where—if all went according to plan—Ginny Weasley would be turned from an unsullied maiden into a licentious whore.

To make sure things would be even easier for him, he went over to his dresser and got a small bottle from it—a bottle which contained Amorentia, a strong love potion. The effects only lasted a few hours, but that should be enough for his purposes. He put some between her slack lips, then stroked her throat to make sure she swallowed it. Draco was sure it would happen, mainly because he intended to add the finishing touch: planting an illusion in her mind that he (and Dudley) were Harry.

She would see his face, hear his voice, feel his hands, lips and body, not his or Dudley's. All that would be seen by her mind's eye, if nothing else, and because of her love for him, she would accept virtually anything he dished out. But to maintain the illusion, she would need to be blindfolded. He would only use the gag as a last resort. Once they had stripped her and restrained her again, Draco noted the time: 4 p.m.

By now the others had surely missed her and would be wondering where she was. If only for that reason, Draco couldn't help wishing he could have seen the look on Harry's face, could have known what everyone was thinking right now—especially Harry.

TBC