Chapter 12
Over these years, if anyone could have been a fly on the wall, something became apparent about Draco Malfoy. In Hogwarts his dorm was the only dorm to perpetually have its lights on. Initially it was a sign of luxury that Malfoy had no regard for fuel consumption or the cost of long-term maintenance of illuminating-spells. As time and his reputation grew it became a legend that Malfoy was so alert that you would never catch him sleeping: his is lights were always on.
In truth, Malfoy was afraid of the dark. Even now, as a member of the Death Eaters he had not grown out of it. He simply modified his Lumos charm to extinguish as soon as he fell asleep. Lately however, Draco Malfoy was awake in complete darkness, creeping around Voldermort's lair. It started since he broke the news about Ron to Ginny. Since then he made an extra patrol, separate from the security wizards that Voldemort controlled, to make sure that Ginny was okay. Initially it was logical to ensure his prisoner stayed alive despite a potentially suicidal situation, then a little bit of guilt crept in after countless nights of hearing her mutter Ron's name in her sleep. But eventually guilt gave way to habit and he continued it. After the recent developments however, he somehow felt the need to walk by Ginny's cell several times a night. It was taking a toll on his missions. He seemed more tired. He relied more on his team than his instincts. Every night he continued to walk through the cold corridor until he reached his prisoner's cell and every night he peered into it, straining to hear.
It was a particularly cold night when the out-of-ordinary happened. He walked for his second nightly patrol to her cell and listened to make sure she was sleeping. Her breathing was smooth and regular. He satisfactorily turned around to get some rest and return in a couple hours when he heard the words "Come in, " from inside. Immediately he was reluctant. What trick was this? Why was she awake and how did she plan to escape?
But she continued, "Come in, I had a dream about you, " Draco could not resist those words.
He fumbled for his keys in the dark, afraid that if he muttered lumos that everything would disappear in the light. Quickly he entered and the steel door clanked behind him with only minimal noise. "Come over… please. "
Draco walked across the floor slamming into many plates, making his way towards the bed that he had only recently assembled. He stood at the foot of it unsure whether it was a trick or more sinister, a trap. He stood at the door for only a moment when he could hear movement, slowly he moved towards the bed. He froze. A moment's listening placed the movement as coming towards him. Slowly he heard her move towards him making him feel awkward. He stood stiffly as a board, afraid to make the wrong move. Finally her arms reached out to him. She grabbed his chin, already bearing the days stubble and moved it down towards her face at the end of the bed. She kissed him, immediately dancing her tongue in his mouth. Draco wondered if she had always been so teasing. She was immediately so much more open than he could ever imagine her; than any of the other women he had ever dated. She offered her soul immediately and you could feel it through her kiss, but there was so much more of her to explore.
She brought her body forward after kissing for some time and sat herself on the edge of the bed. Ginny took his hands in her hands while they kissed, he entwined his fingers in hers, tightly grasping on to her. Slowly she separated her hands, each with one of his palms in its hold. She slowly brought each hand towards her back. He stroked her back sensually before realising that she had no bra. He stroked her breasts, feeling her hard nipples against his palms, gently at first and finally in such a rough way that her breasts bounced against the movement of his hand. Suddenly she grasped his hand again and moved it towards her buttocks. It was then he realized she was completely naked. He tried his best to control the feeling to immediately penetrate her upon feeling her round and firm bum. "What are you doing, " he whispered raspily, "Are you trying to trick me?"
She let out a moan immediately, giving her answer when she lent her arm down to hold on to 'him', feeling him throb.
Draco immediately felt the pleasure pulse through him. It had been so long since he had any sexual interest and this, though he had stumbled into it, felt more real than any he experienced so far. He felt the heat emanating from her into his skin, his skin warming from his crotch to his abdomen and up to his face. He sighed as the warmness spread over his body despite the cold cell. He basked in it for a moment, enjoying as it reached every inch of his body. It became warmer and wamer and he exhaled as she concentrated on stroking him up and down. Every time she felt his hardening she moaned. He leant back, giving himself to the emanating heat, until it concentrated on his left arm, warmer and warmer until it turned into an unbearable sensation. Draco was all too familiar with this, the Dark Lord had seen something he displeased among his flock.
He immediately jerked away but she still had a firm grip on 'him'. Sensing his movements she whispered, breathless, full of sensuality, 'Are you leaving? What's wrong? Are you afraid you might like it?'
He stiffened unsure of what to do. He should go. The burning on his arm told him so, but was she suggesting that he was afraid of her? Draco was curious by nature and the moment he had encountered the Weasley in a muggle park he wondered what made her so unusual that she wasn't afraid to defy not only her family but the customs of the wizarding world. Draco was so curious that he wondered when she came to the den what made her defy the usual demise of prisoners to somehow ensure herself a productive role in a lair full of death eaters. Draco was curious, no more than any other man, when he watched her daily bathe and dress, that he wondered what her round full breasts felt like, what her large nipples tasted like and what she felt inside… and now Draco was even more curious than ever as to what she could offer that made her so confident.
But he was conflicted as well. He should go, he knew, but the moment was so intense that he felt almost incapable of leaving. As he thought these thoughts she was still stroking him. Although he was lost in his mind, her moans often brought him back to the situation at hand and there he felt the passion emanating from within her. It was like a cloud of heat, full of tension, and it was only getting bigger. Yes, Draco was conflicted. He had too many desires in his mind and none of them agreed with each other. He had too many thoughts to sift through and they were immediately at war with his 'second brain'. He tried to sort through it but he quickly became frustrated. Ginny sensing his frustration, tried as hard as she could to keep him going. She moved closer so that she could trace kisses around his hardness, she let her hands roam freely, she tried as she might to coax him into bed.
Draco's frustration quickly gave way to anger. What was he to do? Why could he not do what he wanted to? Why could he never he never do what he was supposed to do? It all shattered when her mouth touched the head of his erection. His primal instinct and the throbbing on his arm clashed in an explosion of fireworks that sparked his rage. Not even thinking for a moment he picked the small, frail girl up and thrashed her on the bed. Ginny immediately moaned at the display of passion matching her own. Her legs easily parted but his movements took no bearing of her. Angrily Draco Malfoy in one swift movement parted her legs even more and immediately thrust himself into her. To him it was a sweet release to feel her warm insides engulf him. A release that countered the burning sensation on his arm. To him it was a sweet freedom that countered the reminder of his entrapment that screamed at him. His breathing louder from the effort he was putting into his escape, her hands initially gently draped on his back began to grip from the force, her hot breath in his ear. He felt it coming to a head all at once and felt no need to hold back, Ginny's loud screams joined his in an almost primal way. He released himself into her, in more ways than one that day, collapsing on the bed beside her, immediately falling asleep. He slept peacefully that night until he was woken up by a searing pain that led him to scream himself awake, eyes watering, mind in shock, until Ardemus greeted him front the outside of the cell 'Morning Draco, the Dark Lord wants you.'
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Ginny was aware that someone checked in on her every night. At first she was terrified, but after consecutive nights where she did not come to harm she realised she was simply being monitored. Eventually she came to find humour in the situation because as quiet as they intended, her observer's expensive shoes could not silently trot against the marble floor of her cell. Eventually she realised that of course, the expensive shoes tensely walking towards her cell had to be Draco.
Draco who she dreamt about many times, despite her conscious recognition of what he was. Subconsciously Ginny was driven by the raw animal attraction hastened by the fact that she had no male contact for months. It had begun quite some time ago, not helped by Draco's daily visits, when one night after a typically erotic dream, she heard the tense expensive footsteps coming towards her. Ginny didn't know what it was, or why it was but she immediately called out to him "Come in, I had a dream about you, "
There was silence for a minute when she thought maybe she had imagined it all. Maybe she imagined the footsteps every night, the presence that brought her calm, the feeling of someone looking out for her. But then she heard the fumbling of keys and the unlocking of her cell. Ginny thought for a minute that maybe in the dark she could make a run for it. Maybe in the dark it would take him so long to realize she was gone that she would be out of the building completely. But that thought was muffled by the whisper of her loins, not giving any coherent thoughts but a sort of repetitive sensation pulsating through her body. There was only one thing Ginny needed right now.
As soon as she felt his body she could feel it in hers, he nipples hardened, her goosebumps spread, she felt her wetness grow. She took his arms in hers and showed him the way to her body. His arms on her breasts, hips and buttocks cemented the fact that this was really happening and gave her the opportunity to give herself completely. To hold 'him', throbbing, in her hand gave her unexplainable sensation that emitted as endless moans from her lips. His odour smelt like sweat, bed and manliness and her breathing became intense not just because of her excitement but because she wanted to inhale his smell.
Ginny felt the intensity building between then and she felt Draco hardening between her hands. For a moment she felt more than herself: more complicated, more mysterious, sensual, more desirable and she let it all show in how she stroked him. She could feel his body lean towards her, wanting more. Ginny felt like the most beautiful woman in the world (in a jail cell) before she felt him pull away. The abruptness of that shook her. Was she that undesirable? Did he only just realise she was? Could she give nothing?
Yet, she felt his hardness persist and knew that that was not the issue.
Her only reaction was to ask, 'Are you leaving? What's wrong? Are you afraid you might like it?'
For a while Draco didn't respond and she thought she was completely wrong. He obviously jerked away from disgust not hesitation. He obviously never wanted this to happen in the first place. She obviously was the idiot school girl she had always been who thought that any guy who spoke to her automatically fancied her. In the darkness she never felt more exposed.
Until it happened. He lay her on her back and her thighs automatically parted to allow him on top. The smile on her face reflected many emotions: happiness, desire, confidence.
But he parted them more and instead of the comforting embrace Ginny expected she felt a searing pain within her as he forcefully entered. She bit her lip from the pain but only more came, stronger and stronger as his breath became hotter and hotter on her neck. She winced but he hardly noticed until he was powering over her so fast that she mimicked his breathing, she mimicked his movements and the pain settled into a constant burning pain that left goosebumps all over her body. Ginny's eyes rolled back and her body loosened like a sacrificial lamb ready to take the last throbbing she received, deeper and deeper. All at once he entered her at full force causing her to scream at the top of her lungs in pain. But somehow Ginny felt a tinge of pleasure that came through with her scream and it stayed behind long after Draco pulled out and long after Draco collapsed beside her. Her nipples and her in between throbbed like the occasional sizzling of a fire that had been put out. She lay completely exhausted and fulfilled, in bliss coupled with tiredness.
She almost fell asleep when her hands slipped in between her legs at the sheets below her. There wetness let her know what she already knew but had yet to think of. She had lost her virginity to Draco Malfoy in a prison cell during the war. Ginny was hysterical. All her life she saved herself for Harry. She dreamt of their wedding night when she would let him know the one present she had kept for him that no one else could ever have. She imagined having a family with the only man she ever experienced. Now that was all over. Now, it was all taken away by Malfoy. She realized she had gone too far when he mounted on top of her, but she was too late and too quiet to say anything. He entered her so forcefully that her body was in shock with pain. She could quietly mutter at the beginning and at the end where his entrance was deepest. She was so confused she screamed in pleasure and pain at the same time and she wasn't sure which she should commit to.
In the immediate aftermath the throbbing of her body let her know that she liked it but the touch of her sheets brought her back to the reality of what she had lost. Malfloy had stolen this from her. Something that she could now never give to Harry. Many months in this place had allowed Ginny to forget about the outside world, once more, and concentrate on the little world that she made in here, teaching children, spending time with Malfoy... Now she was acutely aware of the consequences of her being there, consequences that ruined her future she imagined with Harry.
Ginny cried all night, staring at Draco half naked and asleep next to her. She hated his guts, she meditated on his death. Instead of pulsating in pleasure she shook in anger. She could not sleep and so she stared into Draco Malfoy, the face of evil, for hours until he was woken up by a searing pain that led him to scream himself awake, eyes watering. Ginny wondered what spell she had unconsciously cast on Draco that led to the magical equivalent of karma, before Ardemus greeted him on the outside of the cell with 'Morning Draco, the Dark Lord wants you.'
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