Malfoy.
Lucius fucking Malfoy.
It was as if a bucket of burning ice had been dumped over her head.
How? How was it possible he was here? Wouldn't he be off somewhere, trying to find his family and flee the battle with his tail between his legs like a true Malfoy?
She wriggled within his stronghold, instinctively trying to create a distance between their bodies, but it only prompted him to press her entire length against him more firmly, one arm wrapped like an iron bar around her waist. He tutted dramatically in her ear, ignoring the demonstrative way she reared her head away from his mouth.
"Your feistiness will serve you no purpose here, girl. Your little friends can't help you now. Be still and don't even think of trying anything. You would not like to suffer the consequences."
She stilled her movements; her heart beating so hard within her chest she thought it would burst from her ribs at any second.
His sure grip was tight to the point of painful around her slender body but so far he didn't do anything to harm her. Surely, he would just have killed her by now, if that's what he wanted.
Right?
With a stuttering breath, she tried to center and calm herself despite every nerve in her body was painfully aware of the dangerous presence behind her; the rise and fall of a broad chest, long, muscular thighs pressing into hers, his warm breath against her temple, wafting down her neck.
Air was robbed from her lungs when he suddenly started pulling her away from the alcove, dragging her down a vaguely familiar path through the castle and further and further away from her friends and family. Any attempt of struggle was overpowered by a set of powerful hands clamping around her biceps, waist or hips, effectively preventing her from darting out of his hold at any point. When she tried opening her mouth and scream for help, she found, much to her shock, that he had put a wordless Silencing Charm on her. Together with the previous spell, it rendered them perfectly unnoticeably to anyone who should happen to come across them.
Ginny felt her heart sink with the realization and though she held herself rigid in fear and apprehension against her captor, some of her fight left her body. Whether Malfoy noticed or not, she couldn't tell, as he guided them, with determined steps, from one corridor to another until she realized where he had led them.
The Library.
Of all places.
He muttered something under his breath and the door opened to his command.
"You got her?" an oily voice rang out from within.