Chapter – 1
Forsaken
A/N: Just for clarification, this is a Draco/Ginny fic and the fic is rated M so please don't read if your not prepared to read sexual scene's. It's situated about four years after Dumbledore's death. Most of the Story revolves around a brothel so sexual situations will be at hand. Read at your own risk.
Disclaimer: JKR is a children's book author…. and this is about as much a children's book as I am her. Please don't sue!
"You have to get away from here," Draco's voice was urgent and harsh against the sun-kissed skin under artless curls on the woman in his arms. Eyes so brown they were almost black looked back at him as she arched sinuously against him, hips raised to meet the proof of his arousal through elegantly tailored black cotton trousers.
Draco groaned.
A mysteriously satisfied smile touched the woman's lips.
Draco pinned the naked woman that was in his arms roughly against the wall while, lean finger's traveled hotly against her generous curves and tall frame. "We have got to stop," he muttered somewhat annoyed by the raging desire in his ears. Desire meant you were unfocused, lack of focus was more than merely life-threatening for a Death-eater.
Draco grabbed the hand that had snuck down to more sensitive territory, the wrist writhing ineffectively in his steely grip. "Draco…" moaned the woman, moving wantonly against him, "I want you…"
Biting his teeth together in order to gain control over his rampaging hormones, he felt a low chuckle escape him, "Merlin but you always did…"
He released the hand, in his grip and felt more than saw it sneak down and relieve him of his trousers.
Moments later they were on the bed in the far side of his room, the woman writhing under his ministrations, whispering into his ear as their love making brought her to her peak, " I love you, Draco."
Silver eyes stared into beautiful brown one's…stricken.
Draco awoke, his wry form drenched with sweat. He raked a shaking hand through his pale blonde hair, the recurring memory, terrorizing him now as much as it had two months ago when she'd first said it.
He remembered the events after, every detail.
He remembered how his father had informed him the very next day, that Hermione Granger, mud-blood and long-time companion of Harry Potter had been caught and was in the torture cells in Avery's Mansion.
He remembered perfectly, how his father had informed him about her death last week.
He remembered the rage he'd felt then, still felt, and the promise of vengeance that had ran through his blood.
He would he'd vowed kill whoever it had been that had finally killed her. He owed her that much.
The steel in his eyes unbeknownst to himself turned into chips of ice.
"Kayla could you take Simps for me today," pleaded a blue-eyed girl in front of her, "He was rough last night and it took me till noon to heal. And I have a date with Barry today." She explained.
The girl called Kayla, nodded vaguely. What difference did it make to her besides at least she was older than most of the girls here. She looked around her, deep violet colored eyes taking in their surroundings.
The lighting was dim. It was, she assumed, supposed to be erotic, as were the nude paintings hanging in the hallway, in her opinion they were just plain revolting.
She thought of the first day Harry had brought her here. It had been around a year ago.
The lighting had been just as dim and the paintings just as vulgar.
Her hair had not been the silky black locks they were now. They had been a vibrant red. Bright as the sun rays at sunset.
Her face had not been the colorless texture it was now, it had been rosy with a scatter of adorable freckles on each cheek.
Her figure had been much less curvier.
Her eyes now the color of ripe plums had been the color of fresh honeycombs.
And she herself had been much shorter then the present 5'6".
She'd changed everything she could, the day she'd entered this hell hole as a spy.
And Merlin, but she was glad she had.
The only thing that kept her from running away was the fact that the information she was able to gather saved the lives of people, her people. Her mother, her father maybe her brothers, Harry, the list was almost as countless as the encounters she had to bear in order to get the information.
Somehow not looking like her old-self helped convince her that it wasn't her.
That the girl laying in bed with every single death-eater that passed wasn't her. And hopefully one day, after Harry saved the worlds, and Charlie was avenged she would be able to go back to her life. Perhaps not as sweet and innocent as she had once been, but back, among her own people.
It was past noon. Work time was about to begin.
A cynical smile etched its way across full lips. At least she could still tell Ron she had more experience than him.
A/N: Please review! Views on the Ginny's situation plz!!!! Thoughts about the temporary DM/HG:D Review please!!!!!!