Ginny lay on the cold, hard stone floor . She wasn't conscious and her wrists were bound behind her back. Only a couple rays of sunlight escaped a tiny window at the top of the room. When she finally came to, she could barely move a lim. She ached all over. She carefully sat up and looked around. A small room; a dungeon perhaps. She took a deep breath and immediately coughed. The smell was overbearing. It smelled of rotting flesh, old damp mold, and decay. She winced. The door suddenly opened and Blaise appeared in the doorway.

"Lord Voldemort wishes to see you. Come with me and we'll clean you up." He helped Ginny to her feet, "Can't trust a Goblin to treat a guest right. I said 'nice and roomy' not 'mice and gloomy'. You are to be treated with respect."

"But, I am a prisoner..."Ginny furrowed.

"Would you rather stay in here?"Blaise asked, rasing a brow. Ginny stayed quiet.

"Come then."

He led her to a room several flights up. Ginny opened her mouth in awe. It was a large and exquisite room, long drapes hung over windows that covered most of the wall. Beautiful paintings were hung across each wall and a large armoire stood open beside a grand bed. He walked over to the armoire and pulled out a gown. He set it across the bed, and pointed to the corner. There, was a bathtub.

"Wash up."

Ginny looked at the glowing wand sticking out of his robes. She turned around, facing the opposite direction of him. She slid off her shirt and jeans, and walked over to the bathtub. It was already set and everything. She looked back at Blaise and he looked like a bodyguard.

"Do you think I can get some privacy?" she asked lowly.

"I'm not supposed to leave you alone." he said flatly. Ginny nodded and looked back to the drawn bath. She slid off her pants, and bra, and stepped into the tub. She slowly slid into the warm water, and closed her eyes. The smell of soothing potions was prominent, and she sighed. All she could think about was Artemis and Draco. Where were they? What exactly happened. It seemed as if she was under control, but she was doing it by her own free will; like she was limited. Her mind was the freest part of her. Then, she got an idea. She looked over to Blaise, who was just staring at her.

"Is there a washcloth?"

"No." he stated. "Just a bar of soap."

She nodded, smiling, "I see."

Ginny grabbed the soap bar, and started moving it all over her body, letting suds streak her stomach, and legs. She was sitting on the side of the tub. She moved the bar of soap over her bruised arms, and suddenly the bar of soap slipped, sliding to Blaise's feet.

"Can you get that for me?" Ginny asked politely. Blaise picked it up, and strode over to Ginny. He handed it to her.

"Thanks." she smiled sweetly. She finished washing her body, and grabbed a towel from nearby. She stood out of the tub, drying herself, her back to Blaise. She drained the tub, and wrapped the towel around her.

"Blaise." she said, looking into his eyes, "Why are you being so nice to me? I'm supposed to be prisoner."

"I'm a prisoner too, in a way." He bit his lip as he regretted what he said. She raised a brow. She grabbed his shoulder and smiled seductively.

"That's interesting." She pushed him backwards so he fell in the tub, she was about to run, but he grabbed her wrist. She landed on top of him, and he held her close to him.

"You're not going anywhere." he mumbled as he kissed her. She protested, and that only made him deepen the kiss. He skillfully flipped them over. She was screaming into his mouth, as he yanked off her towel and put his fingers between her legs.

"How do you like me now?" he yelled; she tried to push him away, but it was no use. Her bruised skin prevented her from moving so much. He placed a hand over her mouth to prevent her from screaming. Blaise unzipped his pants, and was about to- when the door to the room burst open. Pansy stood, open mouthed. She flew at Blaise and pushed him out of the tub. Ginny lay there, pink all over.

"You WHORE!" Pansy yelled at her. "Never try to seduce Blaise again, or you'll pay for it. Put the fucking dress on." Pansy threw the gown at her and dragged Blaise out of the room. Ginny slowly got up out of the tub and slipped her undergarments back on. She put on the dress, and sat on the bed.

"Why can't I cry." she bit her lip, " I can't cry? What's wrong with me..." She dug her face into the pillow when she heard a house elf enter.

"Miss Malfoy. It's time to go." the tiny house elf muttered.

Ginny stood, and started walking toward the door, when she stopped, "Do you know where my daughter is, by any chance or reason?" she placed two fingers over her worried lips.

"Artemis Malfoy is at the Master's Meeting downstairs."

Ginny smiled, joyful, and followed the somber house elf down the stairs and to the left. A circle of hooded figures glanced at her, and the house elf motioned for her to sit down.

"Ah, the Queen of Darkness, I see..."

"Queen of Darkness?" Ginny muttered to herself.

"You hold the Dark Mark, it was seared into your skin. You held the Dark Lord's child."

"It was Draco's child."

"Was it?"

"Yes."

"Maybe biologically, but not magically." All was silent as another hooded figure now entered the room, the others bowing to it. The figure carried little Artemis in their hands. Ginny was now more worried than ever, and confused. But at least she knew that Artemis was alright. Or so she thought.