Chapter 2

Can't Help But Touch You

Shock sizzled through her as she realized the stranger knew her full name. Only someone of her acquaintance would know her birth name. Furthermore the information that he was a wizard only confirmed her suspicions; there was a traitor among their ranks. A tiny chill of fear trickled her spine. He knew how to kill her; how naive of her to thing he didn't. The seriousness of the situation hit her like a ton of bricks. It was now kill or be killed, and personally she wasn't going to wait around for them to tear her heart from her body. She would have to watch and wait for the next opportunity to escape. Hopefully she would be able to get to the wizard, but she doubted it. He didn't seem the fighting type; hence hiring muscle to abduct her. They were in store for a huge surprise; the sedative was starting to wear off. Now she just needed to concentrate on her wandless magic to open the cuffs; the rest was up to the fates.

"So the hand that holds their leash has finally decided to make an appearance. I was starting to think you weren't going to show. What, you think the blindfold would stop me from knowing who and what you are? You're scum pure and simple." She knew bating the bear was a bad idea, but an opponent out of control was easier to predict and manipulate.

"Genevra, Genevra, still haven't curbed that sharp shrewish tongue after all these years. I'm surprised you weren't taught by those bastard brothers of yours some refined manners. You always did have the tendency to be crude." His accent shifted to a thick Irish brogue. She knew instantly he didn't want to be recognized by his voice. It left so many questions unanswered. Who was he?

"I have manners, unlike you. I was tough to fight face to face, not hide behind these inferior devils to get what you want. You're nothing but fool if you think my brother's aren't going to hear of this. They will kill you, and I will bath in your blood." She knew instinctively by his silence and the fear permeating the air that she angered him. Even the two hired thugs seemed to holding their breath waiting for him to assimilate her words.

The shadowed figure took a deep cleansing breath. Lifting his head he addressed his men.

"Get out. I will finish this myself." His hypnotic voice demanded their compliance. He didn't want witnesses to hear what he believed she knew. On quick feet the two heavily muscled goons left the room, they knew how volatile their boss could be when angered. They were just glad it was on her head and not theirs. After a few moments the grinding of the front doors closing and the engine of a large truck reverberated through the silent building.

"Were alone at last my sweet." Pointing his want directly at Ginny, Draco softly cast a cleansing and healing spell. With a warm rush the spell moved across her exposed body, instantly knitting the skin and cleaning away all traces of blood and sweat until there were no signs of the trauma his goons had inflicted.

His deep voice echoed in the empty chamber as he stood not a foot away from her bound body. She truly was a magnificent specimen. Ginny's dark red hair fell in soft waves across her soft delicate face. Creamy velvet skin exposed by her shredded robes glowed translucent even in the shadowed light of the dingy room. Softly rounded coral tipped breasts heaved with every breath she took. Her long willowy legs begged to be wound around a man, him. Need; hot and heavy tore through his already aroused body; he throbbed and strained against the metal teeth of his zipper. A low animalistic growl rumbled through the room. He would have her wet and writhing beneath him; soon.

He had masked his surprise well; in fact he was still in shock at seeing her after so many years. She wasn't supposed to be part of this; she was supposed to be married to Potter managing a household full of babies, not here tortured by his lack wit goons. There wasn't a time when he hadn't wanted her. He wasn't sure if it was because their relationship was forbidden by her brothers, or because she venomously rejected him at every turn. He wanted her as he had never wanted another woman. He had taken hundreds, if not thousands of women, but each and every time when his seed left his body, her name was always on his lips; her face was the one that he saw. He spent years unsuccessfully trying to get her face out of his brain, but he knew without a doubt she is and always would be burned into his black and empty heart.

His lust filled growl caught Ginny off guard. A slow knowing smile crossed her lips; she had found his weakness, and hopefully her means of escape.

"Like what you see?" She asked seductively, putting a suggestive tone to her voice even though the room reeked with the scent of his arousal. Her question was met with more silence. She knew he was there; her breasts fairly tingled with the heat of his gaze.

"Very much Genevra; I have always been a coinsurer of beautiful woman, and you are the most beautiful of them all." His accent had again changed into suave French lilt. He was indeed crafty. The intimacy he used when he spoke her name frightened her. Was she getting in over her head?

"Maybe you should get a closer look."

He knew she was trying to provoke a response, but the blood rushing south cut off all rational brain function. His hands itched to touch her creamy flesh, to feel the weight of her breast pressed against his naked chest, to watch her eyes glaze over with passion only he could arouse. Stripping off his leather jacket and quickly pulling his cashmere sweater over his head, he slowly advanced towards her. His skin sizzled at the thought of her soft, fragrant body in his arms. He would have her, whether willing or by force, she would know what it was like to have him deep and hard inside her. He would know what it was like to spill his seed inside her body with her eyes looking into his soul. He desperately wanted to hear her husky voice call out his name as her orgasm shook her. There would be plenty of time later to get the information he sought. She was wandless and she wasn't going anywhere, at least not yet.

Ginny heard his advancing footsteps, but she was unprepared for the gentle callused hands that took possession of her breasts. Lightening popped and sizzled down her spine at his touch. Against her will, her body arched into his warm touch.

God it has never felt this good with Harry. Her subconscious whispered seductively as his fingers slowly caressed and teased her already hardened nipples. Her blood sang with his touch, her slightly drugged mind knew that it was wrong, he was the enemy. She had to escape, but her body wanted more.