Sorry for it being so late! I lost track of time.

The Plan

Ginny laughed softly as she looked towards the sky the following night. "Why am I still crying? Ron, he wouldn't want this. If only he could see the state I'm in now. Captured, starving, in the care of a Malfoy. Ron would yell at me if he could. But still, he wouldn't want me crying. And at the same time I want to die because Ron's dead. I want Malfoy to come in here right now and kill me so I can be with Ron. But I have to live, Ron, I owe you that much." Ginny wiped her tears.

"Look at your filth." Malfoy sneered, startling Ginny. She stood up shivering. She looked at him, carefully, his body mostly hidden in the shadows.

"You have, you have a black eye. How'd you receive it? And that wound on your arm." Ginny's voice was worried; she reached out to touch his left arm but Malfoy pulled away.

"Don't touch me! I don't need a mudblood lover touching me."

"I don't care if you're Voldemort himself, I can't stand to see someone wounded!" Ginny snapped at the aggravated Malfoy. "Now conjure up some bandages!"

"Who are you, ordering me what to do?" Malfoy sneered as Ginny made him sit on the floor.

"I'm a healer in training. I'm not on anybody's side right now, so let me help you." Ginny responded, taking off Draco's cloak and rolling up his long sleeve. Malfoy conjured up the bandages and water with a large frown on his face.

"The dark lord will have good use of you." Malfoy mentioned as Ginny bandaged his arm silently.

"He would probably have the same reaction as you. 'I don't want a mudblood lover touching me.'" Ginny frowned in the darkness. She tied a knot tightly causing Draco to hiss in pain.

"Watch what you're doing wench!" Malfoy snapped as Ginny fell back from her spot. He moved his arm better than it had been only moments before. "Though, I should reward you for this work." Malfoy looked Ginny over for a moment. "Stand up."

Ginny stood in the faint moon glow, questioning Malfoy's actions. He waved his wand at her, causing golden sparks to surround her. When the sparks faded Ginny stared at her hands.

Her hands had silk white gloves and a brand new cloak wrapped around her body. She undid her cloak for a moment to see a white blouse with a silver vest on top of the blouse and a slitherin colored skirt that went midthigh. Long white socks followed an inch or so after the end of the skirt leading to black shoes that shined in the night. She closed cloak and glanced at Malfoy. Her body was no longer covered in grime, it was as if she had received a bath and not remembered it.

"Thank you." Ginny smiled softly at Malfoy. She noticed a silver symbol on the cloak; she vaguely remembered the one on her vest too. "What is this?" Ginny questioned, pointing to the crest.

"This," Malfoy said, face-to-face with Ginny. He reached out for her neck. Her grabbed a small pendant about the size of an American nickel with his index finger and thumb. He tugged softly on the pendant that lay attached to a black chocker. "Is my ownership over you. No one has any rights to you over other than me. And the Dark Lord of course. Nothing that I disapprove of can be done to you while you wear this. It is your

protection from everyone else on our side who only see you a worthless whore." He let go of the pendant and flicked his wand in a corner. A large pile of covers and pillows filled the corner along with a small tray of food.

"I will inform the Dark Lord of your abilities as a healer. I'll come again when we find your place in this castle." Malfoy turned away from Ginny and began heading into the darkness and towards the stairs.

"Malfoy, you've been kind to me. Thank you." Ginny smiled at the darkness until she could no longer feel his presence.

Ginny wrapped herself in the covers and lay her head on the pillows, drifting off into a deep slumber.

"We could use her." Voldemort hissed looking through a crystal ball watching Ginny sleep. "We could use her to get rid of that worthless Malfoy."

"Malfoy?" Avery questioned for a moment.

"He'll befriend her on my orders. And because of her kindness he'll fall in love with her. Malfoy will get the answers from her and she'll be no use to me. He'll try to free her and when he does we can kill him and the Weasley." Voldemort smiled malevolently at his own plan.

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I hope you enjoyed this chapter

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