Chapter 3
Saving Weasel
Draco's body was on fire. His normal reasoning capabilities were temporarily lost in a red foggy haze. After so many years of imagining the sensation of just touching her supple flesh, the reality of it was almost more than his lust clogged brain could bear. She was so beautiful; more so than he had imagined her to be. Her soft wavy shoulder length hair had mellowed over the years, turning from a brash carroty red to an amazing russet sunset, a striking contrast to her translucent milky skin. Her body had also undergone some subtle changes since their last meeting. She has always looked too thin, underfed. Now she definitely had more flesh on her bones, supple arms, trim flat stomach and sleek muscled thighs told of her many hours on the quidditch pitch. She was perfection personified, and she would be his, at any cost she would be his. He knew it was wrong, he knew he shouldn't do this but he couldn't stop himself. He felt like a run away train, out of control, unstoppable. His hand continued to gently massage her coral tipped breast as he twined the other hand in her hair, pulling her bound body closer to him.
Ginny let out a startled gasp as her upper body came flush against his naked torso. Lightening licked at her veins as his hot lips slammed hard onto hers. She couldn't move, he held her so tight, too tight against his hard muscular chest. His hand slid softly from her hair to her jaw, gently applying pressure, forcing her mouth open wider for his assault. His velvety tongue invaded and dueled with hers, fighting for dominance. A low moan tickled the back of her throat as the hand at her breast increased the pressure, sending shivery shock waves down her body. Whoever he was, he knew what he was doing. He had effectively befuddled her senses to the point she didn't remember to struggle, to try and find a way to escape. With her hands shackled overhead, she couldn't touch him back, she could only try to wiggle closer, and enjoy the feeling that rippled thru her. A loud CRACK echoed thru out the empty building, startling the couple.
"Well, if this is your idea of interrogation, you can do that to me anytime." A female voice broke the silence as Draco immediately broke contract with Ginny and she fell heavily back against the beam holding her prisoner.
"I would just LOVE to be the subject of your interrogation." The woman purred seductively as she stepped fully into the room. Lifting her head and flipping the stray hair out of her face, Ginny frowned as she recognized the voice of the intruder. Pansy Parkinson, the pug faced ex-girlfriend of Draco Malfoy, and known Death Eater.
"Shut it Pans." Draco barked as he stooped to pick up his sweater and jacket he had discarded earlier. He quickly slipped the soft sweater over his head, covering his partial nakedness from Pansies suggestive leers.
"No, don't think I will. The Dark Lord sent me to make sure you were doing your job. He thought this might be a little hard for you since you seemed to have a hard on for the little Weasley here. Looks like I showed up just in time." Pansy sauntered over to Ginny, and pulled the blindfold off none too gently as she smirked evilly.
"Hello Weasel face. Read any good books lately?" Pansy grinned maliciously at Ginny's shell shock expression. She would never have guessed her captor was none other than the Dark Lord's General, Draco Malfoy.
"What nothing to say for once Weasley? You were always good for a few witty comebacks while we were in school. What's the matter? Draco got your tongue?" Pansy erupted into a fit of giggles as she threw the blindfold in Draco's face.
Ginny didn't know what to say. This was entirely unexpected. She thought she had been taken by some underling, someone less powerful that she could turn the tables on and get information from. This turn of events sent a shiver of fear down her spine. She was no match for Draco's power. She was in over her head and at his mercy, and he knew it.
Pansy sauntered over to stand not inches away from Ginny. It had been years since Ginny had seen the other woman, time had marched on, and it seemed to have marched right across Pansy Parkinson. Her normally blond hair had been dyed midnight black and cut into a straight bob that unflatteringly accentuated her huge bulbous nose and thin lips. She was coated from non existent cleavage to hairline in makeup charms, as well as doused in gallons of odorous scent. Her black designer jeans and slinky top were so tight you could see the fat rolls protruding between the gaps in the outfit. Ginny almost laughed at how ridiculous she looks, but that would only anger her and earn Ginny more problems.
"Oh come on Weasley, how does it feel to be at our mercy? You know Pothead isn't going to come rescue you on his white charger. No one knows where you are. You are completely cut off from your precious Order. There's no one to save you from the pain." Pansy drew her wand and pointed it directly at Ginny's chest. Draco stepped forward to stop her, but it was already too late.
"Crucio!" Pansy yelled, as a familiar pain stuck Ginny head on. White hot fire licked at her insides, spreading thru out her body as she convulsed and twitched as the spell continued to get stronger. Seconds seemed like hours as tears ran uncheck down her cheeks. Finally unable to fight the pain any longer, Ginny's knees gave out and she dangled limply from her restraints.
"Stop, now." Draco barked as he forcefully grabbed Pansy's wand arm, successfully breaking the spells contact.
"What the hell are you doing? She needs to know pain; she needs to know we mean business. Just because you want to fuck her doesn't mean we go soft on her. She's the enemy, or have you forgotten?"
Draco ran his hands thru his white blond hair, as he watched Ginny try to get back on her feet. It didn't escape his notice that Ginny hadn't uttered a single noise while under the torture spell. That could only mean she had been subjected to that particular agonizing spell multiple times. What could have happened in her past to make her familiar to that type of excruciating pain? An unpleasant ache settled into his chest at the though of her being tortured, helpless. Anger at her former unknown attackers flowed thru him as he tried to control these new emotions flooding his brain. Shaking his head, he cleared them away, intending to examine them another time, another place that didn't involve Pansy staring at him like he was insane.
"Do not dictate my job to me Parkinson. I don't need to be reminded yet again whose lap dog I am. You of all people should know what I am capable of, so I suggest you mind your own business and go back to being the Master's little fuck doll before it's you that gets hurt." Draco moved to stand between Pansy and Ginny, consciously trying to protect the red head from another unwarranted attack.
Another two loud cracks reverberated thru the deserted building as the familiar darkly cloaked figures of Vincent Crabb and Gregory Goyle came into view. A sickening scenario played out in Draco's head as the two over muscled henchmen came to stand behind Pansy, drawing their wands protectively. Draco sneered at the two goons as a plan slowly began to form; a plan so radical, so crazy that it couldn't help but not work. This turn of events would be beneficial and could be used to his advantage.
Pansy's face turned a heated shade of red as the four Death Eaters started talking all at once, hurling insults and barking orders. Parkinson didn't get any pretties when she was angry Ginny noted, as she watched a fist fight break out between Crabb and Goyle. The two goons were supposed to be protecting Pansy, but they always were a few bricks short. Ginny leaned her tired body against the post, watching the show develop around her. At any other time this unorganized display would have been humorous, but now she was out numbered and wandless. Things couldn't get anymore hopeless.
In the next few seconds, everything happened so fast that later Ginny would still wonder what exactly happened. In a flash of inhuman speed Draco lifted his wand.
"Thriata Stupify." The three didn't know what hit them. They stood immobile, Pansy with the evil sneer contorting her face, and the two henchmen looking clueless.
With a short laugh, Draco took a few steps forward till he was face to face with Pansy.
"I know you can hear me Parkinson. Did you really think I was that stupid? I knew the minute those two bumbling idiots showed up what you were planning. You were going to get rid of me and torture Weasley yourself. Next you and the muscled idiots would present the information to our Master, and reap his rewards. I want you to listen and listen well. I have a message I want you to give our Master. Once I find the Element Stone, I will no longer be his little puppet. He will regret the day he fucked with me, as will the three of you. I will have more power than any being on earth, and the first thing I intend to do with that power is destroy him." He knew the threat was enough for the Dark Lord to order his execution, but he didn't care. It was time to end it. Sever all ties and finally find a way to be free.
Turning away from the frozen trio, Draco pulled a tiny key from his pocket and unlocked the restraints holding Ginny captive. She didn't utter a single word as he repaired her clothing and robes. There was nothing left to say. She was still a prisoner even without the cuffs. She would just have to watch and wait for an opportunity to escape.
"Come on Princess, time to leave." Draco said as he wrapped a muscular arm around her waist and looked deeply into her fear filled eyes. Digging his other hand into his pocket he activated his emergency portkey. The familiar darkness and disorientation overtook her and they were away, but just as the dilapidated room disappeared, she could have sworn she heard Draco's voice whisper softly out of the darkness, "I promise no one will every hurt you again Princess."