*WARNING GRAPHIC SCENES*

Ginny waited quietly in the room of requirement. Today the room resembled a poorly lit library of sorts. It had bookshelves almost two stories tall and a scattering of desks and sofas were placed around the room. The only light source was the fireplace in front of Ginny that she was staring into. There was a softness to the room, the air warm and still. The stillness reminded her of the calm before the storm, hanging there not sure when it will break.

Ginny glanced down at her thighs, barely covered by black lace. When Malfoy had sent for her earlier that day in the common room, he had left instructions...

Dear Weasley, oh how I have missed you over this break. I have missed you so much that I must see you this evening. Shall we say 9pm in our usual spot? I've left a few Christmas presents for you in the room. Please make full use of them before I arrive, or I will be extremely disappointed. Looking forward to it.

Her... presents consisted of different coloured pieces of material that were somehow supposed to cover her body. When Ginny had tried to first put one on she couldn't work out where her arms and legs were supposed to go, there were so many holes and strings holding patches of material together. Currently she wore the one that covered the most of her skin, a black corset with black lace that finished on her thighs and the top of her chest. It was extremely tight, and Ginny struggled to breathe deeply in it.

She had been waiting for him for 10 minutes now. Hermione, Ron and Harry were all waiting for her back in Gryffindor common room. They wanted to come with her and wait but Ginny couldn't bear the idea that they might hear the awful things that were about to happen to her.

A knock at the door and Ginny rose. She paused. Fear flooded her insides. She was cold. Her feet rooted to the spot. Another knock. Ginny still frozen made no move towards it. Panic was all that existed in Ginny's world at that second. Nothing else was there, nothing. She didn't even realise she had stopped breathing, perhaps some absurd thought of hoping to convince the person at the door that no one was in.

"Ginny?"

Ginny finally let out a breath. Her heart hammered in her chest so hard she felt it in every part of her body. Relief washed over her. It was Hermione. She ran to the door and pulled it open, grabbed her and wrapped her arms around her almost hyperventilating.

"Hey, Gin, hey now, look at me." But Ginny couldn't, she was shaking violently. She hadn't realised how absolutely terrified she was of tonight until just that moment.

"I thought I asked you not to come," she whispered into Hermione's shoulder.

"I thought it would be best if I did," Hermione whispered into her shoulder. "Now come on, I thought he would be late, but he could get here any second... Look at me."

Ginny pulled back and looked into Hermione's face, and after Hermione swept a look over Ginny's body she suddenly became aware of how little she was wearing and began to cover her body with her arms.

"Oh don't be silly Gin, it's okay," Hermione muttered softly. "How are you doing?"

Hermione's tone of voice was so comforting, like that of a mums that Ginny just wanted to wrap herself back into her arms and be taken away from this. She decided not to answer her question. Hermione nodded and didn't push her on it.

"I'm going to be right through here okay?" She pointed off to a side room Ginny hadn't noticed before. "I'm right here," she repeated putting her hands either side of Ginny's face smiling softly at her.

"You are not alone," she stared into her eyes and nodded slowly. Ginny pulled her in for one last hug.

"Okay," she whispered into her shoulder again. "Okay, go."

And with that Ginny pushed her into the side room and looked back into the flames. She didn't want Hermione to see her crying. Knowing Hermione was here though, allowed a huge weight to be lifted off Ginny's shoulders. She felt like she could breathe now.

A knock at the door.

This time Ginny inhaled deeply and exhaled deeply. She walked over to the door and opened it. He stood leaning to one side of the frame. His eyes began at her feet and slowly made their way towards her face, pausing and lingering on parts of her. Ginny forced herself to not cover those parts with arms and hands knowing it would anger him.

"Well, what a pleasant surprise!" Malfoy drawled.

"You look fantastic," he said as he walked into the room. Ginny stepped out of his way and slowly closed the door behind him. "Did you like your presents?"

Ginny remained silent then glanced towards Malfoy's face and saw the glint in his eyes waiting for her response.

"Yes, I did, thank you." She mumbled quietly.

Malfoy had sprawled himself on the sofa Ginny had just vacated. His back was leaning against the arm of the chair, one leg up on the sofa and the other remained on the floor while his arms splayed across the back and arm of the chair. There was no space for Ginny.

She looked around and leaned herself against a desk, crossing her arms for lack of anything else to do.

"Now now," Malfoy said as he crossed his arms behind his head, a smug smile spread across his face. "Don't cover up my present Weasley."

Ginny uncrossed her arms and rested her hands on the desk behind her. Her body completely exposed to Malfoy.

"Good girl," his grin widened. "Now come here," he gestured to his lap.

Ginny walked slowly over to him, now completely horizontal on the sofa. She looked down at him before closing her eyes and breathing deeply again. She slowly climbed over him until she straddled his lap. Malfoy's hands came from behind his head and rested on her thighs, rubbing his thumbs in circles. Ginny looked anywhere but at his face.

"Hm, so soft" he mumbled to himself and Ginny winced when he squeezed hard enough to leave marks. He began trailing his hands across all of her body, her breasts, he ribs, her neck, her thighs, her stomach. Ginny had closed her eyes and was breathing deeply. She jumped when Malfoy reached up and grabbed her ponytail, pulling the hair tie from her hair and suddenly yanking her face towards his.

Her feeling of revulsion must have shown on her face because Malfoy pulled her back sharply with his fist in her hair.

"What was that face?" he was no longer smiling. Ginny couldn't bare to look at him, knowing what was coming next. She squeezed her eyes shut, ready for the blow. But it didn't come.

She looked down at him, he was smirking at her again. He grabbed her around the waist and switched their positions so swiftly on the sofa, she could have blinked and missed it.

"I'm going to make you enjoy this one Weasley," he whispered into her ear, pressing his obvious erection into her center and rotating his hips backing her into the cushions. "You're going to be begging for more at the end of this." He licked the side of her face slowly before standing up.

He began to undress, taking everything off but his boxers. Ginny sat very still. She hoped that tonight was going to be fast. She watched as he flicked his wand and suddenly the room was hot. So hot that Ginny could feel beads of sweat beginning to form on her face.

Malfoy walked slowly back towards her and climbed on top of her, pushing her whole body back into the cushions. He looked over her body again, and licked his lips. His mouth descended to her neck. He was kissing collarbone gently. His hands were on her waist pulling her closer to him. His mouth continued further down her chest. She felt him fiddling with the back of the corset and pulling slightly it loosened around her breasts. His lips continued to the curve of her breast. His hands left her waist and came up to meet his lips and began to squeeze one of her breasts gently through the corset.

This felt wrong. This felt so wrong. Ginny was frozen again, sweat dripping down her face. She shook her head to get rid of the fog in her brain. It worked slightly.

"Please," she whispered and Malfoy misinterpreted her words. He looked up and smiled, thinking she was encouraging him, he pulled down her corset until her breasts were completely free and leaned down slowly to capture her nipple between his teeth.

Ginny felt ill.

"Please," she said a little louder, grabbing Malfoy's shoulders softly. "Can we focus on you?" She made to move her way down his body, pulling down his boxers slowly.

Ginny felt the anger before she felt the hand around her neck. She knew she had done the wrong thing. He pulled her to her feet just by her hair and neck.

"We do things how I want to do things, Weasley," Malfoy had pushed the two of them away from the sofa and slammed Ginny down on a desk, her feet barely touching the floor, her head making hard contact with the wood of the desk. Stars were before her eyes, replaced quite swiftly with Malfoy's face. He pushed her aggressively into the solid wood, the clasps on the corset digging harshly into her back. "Understood?" he growled in her face.

Ginny nodded as much as she could with Malfoy's hand still around her neck. "Talk," he growled again.

"Yes, sir," she gasped as he let go of her neck finally. Before she had a second to think Malfoy had pulled the lingerie away from her, ripping the material in two. Her body was completely exposed to him and he took a step back, hands placed on her knees, holding them apart.

"Hm. Not bad," he smiled.

He knelt between her legs and Ginny could not hold back tears anymore.


When Ginny entered the side room Hermione had been waiting in, it was almost 2am. Hermione ran towards the door and made it just in time to grab Ginny before her knees hit the floor. Hermione quickly looked her over. Ginny was completely naked, she could see no major physical injuries, so Hermione pulled her up wrapping one arm around her waist, another dragging one of Ginny's arms around her neck. She lowered her to the bed that had suddenly appeared in the middle of the room.

Ginny was sobbing. Crying worse than Hermione had seen her so far. Her hands were buried in her hair, she was covering her face and the sobs were heavy and full. Hermione was completely lost. She had no idea, no way to help her. So she grabbed the blanket at the foot of the bed threw it gently over Ginny and slowly climbed into the bed with her. Hermione bent her body around the weeping girl, her legs tucked in behind Ginny's. She slowly took a hold of one of the hands fisted in Ginny's hair and began stroking circles on it with her thumb.

It took a long time for Ginny's heart wrenching sobs to fall into small sniffles. When they did Hermione grasped both of Ginny's hands, uncurled the hair wrapped around them and bought them away from her face. Ginny finally released her locks and rolled overly numbly onto her back.

After a short period of time, she rolled on to her side so that she was facing the older girl, looking up into her face saying nothing. She didn't have to, Hermione understood. Hermione rolled onto her back and held her arm closest to Ginny up in the air, and Ginny immediately rested her head on Hermione's shoulder.

"My mum used to sing me this lullaby," Hermione whispered to no one in particular. "It was from a film I loved as a kid, The Wizard of Oz. There's a scarecrow, that's something muggles use in fields to scare away birds from eating their crops, a cowardly lion and a man made out of tin."

She wasn't even sure Ginny was listening and her breathing had slowed.

"And there's a girl," continued Hermione. "She's looking for a way to escape the land she is stuck in."

Ginny fell asleep listening to Hermione sing.

Somewhere over the rainbow

Way up high

And the dreams that you dream of

Once in a lullaby

Somewhere over the rainbow

Bluebirds fly

And the dreams that you dream of

Dreams really do come true

Someday, I wish upon a star

Wake up where the clouds are far behind me

Where trouble melts like lemon drops

High above the chimney top

That's where you'll find me

Somewhere over the rainbow

Bluebirds fly

And the dreams that you dare to

Oh why, oh why can't I?