Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, it is the property of the brilliant J.K Rowling. This story is the product of her marvellous characters and world and my imagination.

Warnings: This chapter contains implication of and the beginnings of, rape. If you are uncomfortable reading it then read to the part you are comfortable with and then skip to the end where I will give a quick overview of the chapter. But the scene is mild and mostly implied.

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Wedding Night Hell

He led her towards the door among applause and she panicked even more, the insinuation in his words to the death eaters was too blatant to be ignored. She was going to be forced to sleep with Lord Voldemort!

Damn, damn, damn! This was not good, she'd thought about being forced to marry Tom a great deal over the past day but she had never really considered the implications … implications like the wedding night. She would never sleep with Him willingly, did that mean he was going to force her, going to rape her. She was a virgin, she'd been saving herself for Harry, for when they finally got together after the war.

As these thoughts were running through her head Tom was pulling her through the maze of corridors in Malfoy Manor towards what she knew to be his private quarters. She soon found herself in the middle of a very slytherin like room that she guessed was his, except she noticed her trunk and she bet that if she went and looked in the closet her clothes would be there too.

A questioning look at Tom answered her question, "as my wife you will of course be moving into my rooms, we will have activities to be doing at night." Ginny paled and backed away slowly, "oh no, I am not sleeping with you, in the same bed or the same room. Hell, if I had the choice I wouldn't sleep on the same planet as you."

Tom shook his head, "now now Ginny be nice, you're going to have to get used to it eventually. Take this," he thrust a silky bundle into her hand, "and go into the bathroom to change for bed." He put a hand on the small of her back and directed her towards the opulent bathroom, closing the door softly behind him.

She held up the garment he'd given her and grimaced, "you have got to be fucking kidding me." It was a very short, very low cut silky green nightie and she really did not want to wear it in front of him. She sat stubbornly down on the floor, still in her wedding dress and planning on remaining there until he told her she didn't have to wear the stupid nightie.

Ten minutes later and Tom had obviously gathered that she wasn't planning on coming out anytime soon because he knocked on the door and called in to her, "Ginevra, put it on and come out in five minutes or I'll come in and make you … I know you don't want that."

He was right, she didn't and she knew he'd make good on his threat so she stood up and began to get changed. She cursed him under her breath in a steady stream of words that would make the most hardened sailor blush as she slipped the silky material over her head.

Eying her reflection with distaste she tried pulling it down to make it longer, only succeeding in showing off more of her cleavage. When she tried tugging it up she just made it shorter, neither way seemed to be working. Giving a cry of frustration she gave up and just left it the way it was.

She stepped out of the bathroom, almost running into Tom, who was standing right in front of the door. And he was shirtless damnit, how would she ever get out of this. His eyes widened when he saw her and when she saw the intensity in them she lowered her head and began tugging on the nightie self-consciously again.

"It's lucky you came now, I was just about to go in there and drag you out," he said, "I was right, that negligee looks gorgeous on you," he gave her an appreciative smirk. She just frowned, "yeah that's my goal in life, make you as happy as possible." Tom shook his head, "sarcasm doesn't become you darling, but feel free to make me as happy as you wish."

She threw him a dirty look and headed over to the sofa in the corner of the room, planning to lay down and sleep there, if she had to be in the same room as him then she definitely wouldn't be in the same bed. But Tom guessed where she was going and caught her round the waist, pulling her closer into him.

She couldn't deny that he was a gorgeous man because it was true, but evil maniacs could be good looking and Ginny knew better than to judge a person based on looks alone. She didn't want to do anything with Tom, he'd kidnapped her and emotionally scarred her before forcing her to marry him to save her family and friends from his retribution.

With a hold still on her waist Tom guided her over to the bed and dropped her on the bed. He swiftly pinned her arms down when she made to get up and positioned himself so his face was hovering over hers. Leaning down he kissed her softly on the mouth and while his lips were warm and the kiss would have been nice, it seemed disgusting to her - because it came from Him rather than Harry.

Sensing that she wasn't responding, Tom kissed her again, more forcibly this time and she tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but remained pinned down by his muscled arms. She had her eyes squeezed tightly shut as he pulled away and began to caress her face in a gesture she would never had associated with him, but it still made her skin tingle with revulsion.

When his hands moved quickly to her nightie, attempting to pull the straps from her shoulders and take it off, she looked at him with tear filled eyes, "please don't do this, please Tom." But he ignored her pleas and she knew it would be futile to resist, but she still tried.

She managed to get it a good few punches, even a kick, for Ginny was anything but weak. However, Tom had the height and the strength advantage and she was soon subdued under his grip. "Ginevra, this will all go much easier if you just accept it and enjoy it, after all, it will be happening rather regularly."

Ginny shook her head defiantly, "I won't do this, you can't make me do it." Tom looked amused, "ahh but you see Ginevra, I can make you do it. There is an easy way and a hard way, it would pain me to force you, but I will if I have to." He looked at Ginny's face and the look on it at that moment made it clear to both of them that it would never be easy, he would have to force her.

Tom's face looked almost apologetic when he spoke next, "I'm sorry Ginevra, but you will not submit and therefore I shall have to force you." He leaned down and kissed her forcefully before practically ripping the nightie off her, leaving her trembling and naked below him. Then he took her.

Chapter Summary:

Ginny is moved into Tom's quarters and expected to share his bed and sleep with him. She is determined to get out of it and fights against him. In the end he ends up raping her and taking her virginity (which she had been saving for Harry) because she will not bend to his will and do it willingly.

The next chapter, as always, should be up in a few days.