Ginny hated the late night Dumbledore's Army meetings. She was crap at disillusionment charms and shields and the Room of Requirement wasn't exactly on the way to the toilet or anything. She moved quickly and quietly, having taken off her shoes to avoid making too much noise, her socks muting the sound of her feet on the floor.

Neville, Luna and Dean were probably there already – they tried to avoid moving in large groups because it was too dangerous. Ginny hated the fact that somewhere as safe as Hogwarts could suddenly feel like such a prison to all of them.

The darkness was a good concealment, though, and most of the new professors were fairly stupid and had no idea which corridors were most used by students sneaking around. Snape, of course, was no help – he often took corridor duty, sometimes randomly, and whenever that happened they had to abort the mission, go back to the common room. It wasn't worth having a shot with Snape on watch.

Ginny was musing silently to herself about the best route to take, checking her watch to see where Carrow would be – it was twelve minutes and thirty seconds past eleven, which meant she was on the first floor. And Ginny was on the second. She was safe, but only for a short while… better move while she had the chance…

Just as she went to move, she felt a hand grasp over her mouth and wrench her backwards, another wrapped tightly around her waist. Her shoes dropped to the floor as Ginny was lifted off the ground, her cries muffled by the hand as she tried to wrench it away, but to no avail.

She heard a smooth voice next to her ear say, "Now, Weasley, what are you doing up past curfew again?"

Her eyes went wide and she struggled with new found fervour, but she heard Draco whisper a spell and she was rendered unconscious.

When she woke, her eyes blinked open and the blur of light focused into flickering lamps to her side, and she felt herself lying on something soft. She went to move, to lift herself up, but as she did she felt resistance and fell back to the bed. Ginny felt her blood freeze as she tugged, and felt binding on her wrists, tying her to the strange bed in the strange room.

Suddenly, everything was much worse than she imagined.

Squirming to sit up, she managed to turn over and sit up on her knees, and she looked around the room. It had ornate furniture, the bed was huge and had a large, deep emerald silk cover, the bed frame made of the same dark wood as the cupboards and shelves which were lined with books and ornaments.

Ginny glanced at the rope which bound her wrists, and she sat on her backside as she wrenched her hands, twisting them, trying to get at the knots with her fingers – she had often been subject to her brother's stupid games, when they used to lock her in the tree house, so she knew how to untie knots. But this was no knot tied by a child, and Ginny could find no way to remove her bindings.

Ginny made a frustrated sound in the back of her throat, her fear turning frantic as she wrenched her hands, tugging at the rope, panic rising inside her, a whimper leaving her lips as she trembled, afraid.

"That won't do any good."

Shocked, Ginny jumped but fell back to the bed, half-lying on the pillows as she turned, eyes wide, heart hammering. Draco leaned against one of the two doors, arms folded casually, looking her up and down with a smirk on his face.

"M-Malfoy, let me go," Ginny said, trying to be brave but hearing her voice quake as she spoke.

Draco's sharp white teeth flashed as he moved towards her, and he whispered, "I don't think I want to, Weasley."

Ginny recoiled away from him, her heart beating at a million beats per minute – but she couldn't distinguish between the fear and the excitement. She'd had quite a few dreams about Draco and Blaise since that night they'd caught her watching them, but she didn't like being bound and restricted. She felt much more helpless like this, and she didn't like it.

Draco's hand reached out and brushed the hair from her eyes, and as she tried to flinch away from him he gripped a fistful of her hair and snarled, "Don't fight me, Weasley. Or would you like me to call in Goyle? I'm sure he'd have a hell of a night with you."

Ginny whimpered and cringed, the thought of Goyle having his way with her making her feel sick to the stomach.

"Are you going to behave?" Draco asked.

His grip didn't loosen, so Ginny couldn't nod, so she managed a weak, "Yes," before Draco moved his mouth to her and kissed her.

He was so raw and passionate, his lips searing hers as he crushed them together. Ginny felt a small moan escape as he sucked and nibbled her bottom lip, his tongue dipping into her mouth to dance with hers. He moved to sit on the bed, one hand still in her hair as the other gripped her hip.

As he kissed her, she felt his hand leave her side and she opened her eyes to see him pull out his wand, and as he moved it towards her, she shied away – but he only touched it to her sweater, and a second later it had disappeared, leaving her much colder than before. Ginny gasped, and squirmed, but Draco tugged her hair again and she froze.

Lips still brushing against hers, Draco whispered, "I want you to behave, for your own good, darling. If you don't, I can still do whatever I want. You know that."

Ginny's bottom lip shook as he said those words, and he pulled her head back, exposing her neck. He kissed and sucked at her neck, hearing her moans from her lips beside his ear, and his spare hand began to unbutton her shirt, exposing more flesh for his lips to taste. She shivered at the feeling of his tongue on her collarbone, at his lips sucking at the juncture of her neck and shoulder, raising goosebumps on her skin.

As he undid the last button, he smirked at Ginny and said quietly, "No bra?"

Ginny frowned, trying to hide her blush. "I – I was wearing a sweater. And I didn't – I wasn't –"

"Didn't think you were going to get caught?" Draco asked, lifting his hand to fondle her breast, shirt undone and hanging from her shoulders.

Ginny moaned at the feeling of his hand on her, massaging her bare breast. She sighed as he kissed her again, and mewled into his mouth as he rolled her nipple between his fingertips.

He moved away from her then, letting go of her hair, and kneeled by her folded legs. His hands moved to her jeans, where he began to undo the button and zipper. Ginny squirmed, and said, "No, wait –"

In a movement so swift she missed it, Draco moved his hands back to her breasts and took both of her nipples in his fingers and pinched hard. Ginny's lips parted and she cried out loudly, the sound wrenched from her throat as Draco twisted at her sensitive nipples, and hissed, "That's not behaving, Weasley. Would you like me to be nice or not?"

Ginny nodded desperately, and felt herself blush. She hated being so – so pathetic, and weak. Draco knew that much already and he revelled in the chance to put her out of her comfort zone. It was sick and she hated it but he excited her so much.

Draco smirked and let go of her breasts, his hands moving back to her jeans where he tugged them from her slim legs and threw them from the bed. Her plain white underwear was the only intact piece of clothing she had left on, after he pulled off her socks and discarded them as well.

Draco moved away from her, taking off his own robe and shirt before sitting behind her, his hand resting on her hip as he kissed the back of her neck. Ginny closed her eyes, wondering where Draco learned to touch so gently and precisely, why his lips seemed to perfectly fit to the juncture of her neck and shoulder.

His fingertips danced across her skin towards her breasts, moving so lightly that he raised goosebumps. As he brushed his fingers across her pebbled nipple, Ginny sighed – this was so much nicer than the other night.

Her eyes shot open. Don't think like that, her conscience shouted, don't you dare enjoy this one bit!

As his hands moved towards her centre, Ginny whimpered and shifted away from Draco, and as she felt his hands and lips freeze momentarily she knew she had made a mistake. He growled in her ear, "I gave you plenty of opportunity to enjoy this, Weasley – but you need a lesson in good behaviour."

Ginny cried as Draco's hands roughly pulled her legs apart, and with another swift movement he had grasped onto her undergarment and tore it from her body. She squirmed, trying to kick out her legs, and had nearly succeeded, had the door not opened at that moment and a tall figure walked into the lamplight.

"I was wondering what was taking you so long, Draco," said a deep voice, "Clearly you found a better option."