Hey folks. Yay an update! The marvelous Draco Malfoy makes an appearence. And guys, it will take some time until our favourite chars get together, so be patient! Cause... the fics where it really developed are (in my opinion) always the best.. and fics are just like cake :d you make what you like :3 anyways enough babbling nonsense,
Have fun with the second chappie
banana-cherry :3
They had apparated to Malfoy Manor. It was dark outside, dark inside. Ginny's whole life seemed to be clad in darkness now, no ray of hope shining through. At least I'm alive, she thought grimly.
The Manor was beautiful. Dark, yet ornate and classic, with so many little details, that she wished she could just stop and admire them. Of course, she couldn't. The owner of this home was dragging her after himself, just like that death eater. They were, after all, all the same. And these death eaters did not deserve this beautiful home.
"Listen, filth.", Lucius Malfoy hissed like a snake. "From now on, you only refer to me as Master Malfoy. As a matter of fact, you refer to any family member as "Master" or "Mistress", is that clear?" His voice was menacing. She just nodded, afraid that her own voice might betray her, again, with all the fear she was feeling.
"Good." Said Malfoy. Master Malfoy. "Since you are too plain and not - attributed well enough- not to speak of the fact that you are a blood traitor, you will not be one of my whores. You are going to be more useful by doing something more - lets say, productive.", she literally heard him smirk evilly. Not loosening the vice grip on her arm, he dragged her through so many halls and down so many staircases, she wondered, if she would be ever able to not get lost in his beautiful mansion. Finally, they stopped, and her probably bloody feet pulsating with pain could now rest. He opened a door, pushed her roughly inside and slammed it shut.
She was tired, so tired, that she just fell asleep on the cold stone floor.
Ginny awoke from many tiny needles piercing her body. When she fully gained consciousness, she realized they were the cold of the stone floor creeping into her bones. She blinked several times and tried to support the weight of her body with her arms, failing numerous times.
"Aha. Sleeping Beauty has finally decided to wake up.", said a snarling voice. Ginny lifted her throbbing head to get a look at the source. She wished she hadn't. In front of her stood an elderly, plump woman, her limbs too short and torso too long, her face too heavy and her hair too thin. She was looking down her abnormally large crooked nose, fixing her glare directly at Ginny. She quickly staggered up.
"Hm.", said the woman, circling and watching her like a hawk. "You are too skinny. But you seem strong. Yes, you'd be a good cleaner. Get into your uniform, you little tramp. It's on your bed over there.", she spat venomously and triapsed away. Indeed, there was a black uniform on her bed, lying there neatly. She walked over to the bulk bed, swaying a little, still out of balance, and put it on. It was a little big and loose, the black was washed out to a gray colour, and it showed, thankfully, no cleavage whatsoever. It was itchy, yet better than the ragged and filthy jumpsuit had been wearing before. The click of a door brought her back to earth and she turned around, slowly. Expecting the hawk-like woman, it was quite a surprise to see the exact opposite standing in front of the door. The girl was about her age, pale, thin and fragile looking, with lifeless, dull eyes. Her small form shook, as if she was afraid of Ginny.
"Ehm... I-I-I was supposed to-t-to show you - the - ehm - room you will be w-w-working on, and the-the rules. Y-yes, the rules." She started muttering inconherently and Ginny cleared her throat. "Oh - yes. E-e-excuse me. My name is Bessy. Follow m-me." Bessy cast her eyes down, opening the door very carefully and walking out just as carefully. Ginny followed out.
They walked down the halls, Ginny's steps echoing loudly, Bessy's steps gliding loudlessly. She was talking very quietly and surprisingly stutterless. Her speech was obviously rehearsed.
"You may not socialize with the Masters' family, unless it is order-taking, questions, or vital information. You may not touch anything, unless you are currently doing your work, in your case cleaning. You may not be out of the servants' room, unless you have work to do. You may not tell anybody about anything our Masters family had said or anything you saw. You may not cause them any harm. I-I-I think that that was all.", she finished, stuttering. They had arrived in a very dusty room, probably not used for several decades and Bessy turned to Ginny again. "You have to clean it spotless. Master's orders.", she said, her head down and left Ginny alone in that ghostly room.
Ginny had been cleaning the room for what seemed to be an eternity. She felt the heat of the sun get more intense, reach its peak and then decrease. It was now pitch-black in the room, but she still kept on cleaning the vase she held. Ginny was in routine-mode now, had tuned out her sense of feeling, the pain, the hunger, the thirst. Just keep on cleaning, she thought to herself. If you do the job well, they might give you actually food. She was so consumed in her work, that she did not notice a person enter the room.
"Well, filth, you did what you were born for.", the icy cold voice of Lucius Malfoy filled the room. "Cleaning certainly is your only purpose in your miserable life. Well done, filth. Go into the kitchen, a house elf will lead you the way." And with that the cruel man was gone.
Ginny had dinner, which was only a slice of bread and little water. It was very quiet during that dinner, all the servants did not speak, their eyes never leaving their plates, and the old, plump woman watching them like a hawk. The servants were eating just like they were walking; very carefully, trying not to make any sound. The clinking of Ginny's fork and knife echoed through the small simple room and seemed to unease the others. She felt the hawk's glare on her, so she quickly finished and left.
I should've stayed there until someone else was finished.
Ginny was lost. Of course, it had been foolish to assume she would find her way back to the servants' room easily after staying here only a day. Well, at least I get some time alone, she thought. Hoping that she would find somebody, she continued wandering around, occasionally admiring the architecture of the house where it was not pitch-black and her vision was moderate. After a while, her limbs grew tired. She leaned against the wall. Then she heard something. Her senses suddenly perked up, as if they were dormant for so long, and now they were alive and squirming. She went towards the sound, or rather where she thought it might be. Her steps became more careful, more calculated and her tiredness seemed to have passed away. The sound became louder and started to sound like ... moaning.
What the ...?, Ginny thought, frowning. The moaning got louder, seeming to be female. Then she came to the point where it was the loudest, a huge wooden door. She heard giggling, definately female. Then, a deep voice. She could not figure out what it was saying, so she pressed her ear against the door. To her horror, the door eased under her pressure and opened a bit. Apparently it was not locked. Ginny peeked through the little opening and was disgusted. The female voice belonged to a tall, blonde bimbo. She was wearing very, for men probably, appealing lingerie and winking somebody over to her, standing there in a quite compromising position. The person she was winking over was in the huge four-poster bed and growled. His voice was deep and very appealing. Then the person got out of the bed. She saw his long, lean legs, and then she could finally see his face. Platinum blonde hair, high cheekbones - she gasped loudly. He looked at the door, silver eyes wide, and rushed towards. Her legs couldn't move. He would be there any moment and would kill her.
Then her body started reacting. She ran, ran down the hallway not turning back.
Ginny had found a house elf, who led her back to the servants' room. Now she lay in her uncomfortable bed, still panting. I have just witnessed Draco Malfoy making out with his whore. Ew.
Ginny had always been very curious. She just hoped that Malfoy did not recognize her. Avoiding him, preferably for the rest of her life, was the best idea. Now, the silent servant Ginny had to stay low and hope to get out of this hell alive.
Thanks to my wonderful reviewers:
Via101: yay! I'm glad that you like it.. and I hope that this chappie was satisfactory :3
Dayah: See, update a day later ;) I have march break now and am hoping to get a new chapter at least every two days it kinda sucks when people start stories and never update.. so i wanted to not do that :D
babi-gurl-chels: :)
mell8: updated already ;)
harrypotterchick4ever: well.. i do not want to give the end away... but i can give you a clue: i like humor/romance stories ;) .. and they mostly end in ...