A/N- All right! Here it is, part two! First, I would like to clear all confusion about the pairings in this story! This is a Ginny/Draco story, all the way through! What I meant in the last chapter was that in the begining of this story, Ginny would still be in love with Harry, but that will change, I promise! Another thing, Draco is mean. So don't complain! At least at first, but there are reasons for that. Besides, don't we all like bad boys at times? (:

Anyhow, I have finished chapter two, and I do hope you shall enjoy! PLEASE REVIEW, I need the feedback... ENJOY -

Draco Malfoy liked control.

He liked power.

He liked being superior.

He liked being intimidating.

He loved being feared.

He loathed when he wasn't.

When Lucius Malfoy had announced Draco was getting his own personal slave, Draco was thrilled. He hated house elves with a passion. He could not explain this hatred of the small creatures, but it was uncontrollable.

A human would suit his needs much better.

No, not those needs. He could satisfy them whenever he pleased. He had never had trouble with women he wanted. They would practically get on their knees and beg for his attention at times. But other needs, simple duties, a human slave would suit him well.

His father had not told him at first, the identity of the slave. Draco had only known it was a woman, that she was a year his junior and she was a captured Order of the Phoenix member. Draco wondered fleetingly if he knew this young woman. If she had gone to Hogwarts as well? Had he once seen her walking down a corridor? At the Great Hall? During the Yule Ball?

He even pitied her for a moment. Surely, this was not her desired fate. She would never see her family again, her friends… She would never see freedom. She would never have the chance to get a job. Marry. Have children.

Then the pity turned to contempt. Why did he pity this woman? She was an Order member! A traitor! She deserved everything she got! He would not show her any kindness. No mercy. He was a Malfoy after all, and kindness and mercy weren't exactly family traits.

A day before she was to be brought to the Manor, her identity was revealed. Ginerva Weasley! A Weasley! In his home! His slave! Draco had been livid.

Then he realized what this meant. The Weasley girl, Ginerva, was at his mercy! It was just too good to be true. Total humiliation for her, and for her filthy family! Perfect bait for St. Potter, Weaslebee and the Mudblood! Oh, this was just too good.

He was going to make her life hell. Pure hell.

He had sat in his bedroom that day, on his favorite armchair by the fireplace, remembering the youngest Weasley. Her first year at Hogwarts, she was small, timid, shy. Unremarkable in any way. But she was remarkable that year. She had survived the cursed diary. The cursed diary his father had given her.

Of course, Harry Potter had been the one who actually saved her, but that was just details. The fact that she survived was quite a feat in itself.

She had started to change after that year Not much. Not very noticeable yet. But Draco had noticed. Ever since he had learned it was his fathers doing, the diary, Draco had started to notice the small Weasley survivor.

Slowly, as the years passed, she had changed. A lot. First and foremost, she had stopped trailing Harry Potter like a lost puppy. She had grown, and nicely too, although Draco would never admit it. She had started to date, and Draco noticed this too. She had become lively, fiery, and very much noticeable. She was no longer a shy young girl.

Draco had never actually spoken to her, aside from a few insults here and there. He would never associate himself with her blood traitor self. But he would see her.

And then, during his sixth year, the year when it had all changed, she was back in Potter's arms! Hah, now wasn't that hideously predictable?

That had been a hard year for Draco. His first mission. His hardest mission. He stopped reminiscing then. He did not want to ponder on that year anymore. Instead, he thought of ways to torture Ginerva Weasley. There were certainly plenty.

He would make her regret living. Slowly, he would break her. His new, personal mission. Draco would not fail.

The next day, the Weasley had arrived, unconscious. Draco silently cursed his father. Draco had wanted to make her first steps inside the Manor… memorable. No matter. Plenty of time for that later. He decided he would not see her until she was cleaned. He had ordered his house elf, Twinkie, to take care of primping, cleansing, and gussying Ginerva Weasley.

He wanted her to look her best after all. She had to match the lovely uniform he had personally chosen. He knew it would humiliate her to no end. Surely, he would raise a reaction out of her, that could lead to torture. He would break her in every way. Starting from the clothes on her back.

He had waited in his rooms patiently. Inside, he was pleased with himself. He felt like a genius. Outwardly, he appeared bored. Deeply uninterested in the events about to occur. Draco was a master at concealing his emotions. He had been training his whole life.

A knock on his door, and with a flick of his wand, the doors opened gently. He smirked at the sight of her. Perfect.

He had to admit to himself, that she looked… sexy. There was no denying that Ginerva Weasley was beautiful, but of course, he would never admit to this out loud.

Yet, he was surprised to see her walk in with a confidence he was sure she would not have. She even smiled at him! Draco grew frustrated at her grin, but of course, his smirk did not drop for a second.

"Weasley. I see you have taken to your outfit well." He said coolly, hoping the taunt would gauge some angry reaction.

"Yes thank you Malfoy. This little get up is quite fetching isn't it?" She replied so simply, with that smile, that he simply wanted to throw something in her face.

"Yes, I do believe it is." He answered, smirking still.

So, the Weasley was smarter than he gave her credit for. This was now turning into a battle of wits. No matter. He was a cunning Slytherin. Every move was carefully calculated. She was a Gryffindor, known for rash judgments, and her temper was famous. Surely, he would win.

Draco was furious. This girl did not show fear as he had expected. She did not show intimidation. She showed defiance and fire.

Well, he would extinguish that fire, soon.

They studied each other in silence, each waiting for the other to make the first move. A game of real live wizard's chess, each opponent waiting for the other to make a fatal mistake.

They had both dropped their expressions of fake enthusiasm, and smugness. Ginny knew she had shaken him. He had not expected her to act with such gusto. He had probably expected a broken mess of a girl, bawling her eyes out.

Hah. Well she had shown him. Although his smirk had been convincing, and it had not faltered for a second, the quick blink of surprise had given him away. It had lasted for barely a second, but Ginny had caught it.

Another second of silence. "Sit," he finally ordered, his voice cutting, sharp.

Ginny made the smallest movement toward one of the comfortable looking armchairs before quickly stopping. She immediately knew she had made a mistake. She cursed herself silently. She had given Draco an opening, and surely he would make his move.

He did. He laughed. It was cruel, cold, full of contempt. Ginny flinched slightly at the harsh sound.

"Surely Weasley, you did not think you would be sitting in my chair, like an equal." He spat, his eyes cold, like his fathers.

Ginny did not reply. She would not make a mistake like that again. She simply sat on the floor, cross legged, giving him a show of her knickers. She didn't care.

Draco scoffed. "Nice knickers Weasley." He smirked.

Ginny grinned brightly, knowing it might not reach her eyes, but it would piss him off nonetheless. "Aren't they? I must say Malfoy, your choices in lingerie are rather successful."

Draco grinned cockily. "Yes. I've been told."

"I am sure you have," Ginny replied, albeit truthfully. She had to admit, Draco Malfoy could surely have any woman he wanted. He was gorgeous. No point in denying. But to her, he would always remain a cold hearted, smug, albino ferret, bouncing around the corridors of Hogwarts. Her lips twitched at the memory.

Draco's grin dropped. His gaze turned serious, and he trained his eyes on her face, taking care not to let them travel down to the black lingerie showing.

"Right then Weasley. You obviously know why you're here. I'm not going to waste my time in your filthy presence any longer. Get to work." Without another word, he turned on his heel and left the room, leaving Ginny on the floor, clueless, as to what tasks were expected of her.

Ginny wanted to chase him down and punch him in his smirking mouth. Stupid git! Firstly, he was obviously dreaming if he thought she was going to lift a finger for him. Second, even if she was going to do any tasks, he hadn't told her what to do! Or how to do them without any supplies.

As she sat on the plush carpet of Draco Malfoy's enormous rooms, she calculated her options. On one hand, she dearly wanted to do something to anger the great ferret. But that would certainly cost in punishment, and she wasn't sure it was her best option yet. Oh, she would make his life as horrible as possible, surely, but doing it an obvious way, wasn't very smart in her current situation.

Yet, if she set to work, now, without knowing what tasks are to be done, trying to please the albino arse of Draco Malfoy, he would feel superior, that he could control her.

The idea came so suddenly, she did not understand how she had not thought of it before.

"Twinkie!" She called, and with a pop, the small elf was there.

"Yes Miss Ginny," the elf replied and Ginny smiled.

"Could you show me where the cleaning supplies is, and some paint, possibly?" Ginny asked sweetly, innocently.

The elf nodded, and was gone with a pop. A second later she returned with a loud crack, cleaning supplies beside her, and a can of magical paint, set to change to whatever color was commanded of it.

Ginny grinned. Oh, this was simply too good.

Four hours, three cans of paint, and dozens of Twinkie's lovely charms later, Ginny dusted herself off and stared at her handy work.

Draco Malfoy's rooms were transformed.

The walls were now a bright pink, contrasting harshly with the now shocking orange furniture. The room was spotless, filled with colorful paintings of flowers, fairies, and even muggle posters of princesses.

Ginny had to hand it too herself, her plans were a success. She had to mostly thank Twinkie, who Ginny had assured that this was the way 'Master Malfoy' had wanted his rooms to be transformed into. She felt guilty for tricking the elf, but she planned on putting the blame entirely on herself. The elf would not suffer because of Ginny. She would deny anything that could hold the elf responsible.

Now, all she had to do was wait. She didn't know how Malfoy would react, but she knew he would be pissed. That, was the point of this whole operation. He would rue the day he had ever laughed at her. Self- centered bastard.

It appeared she did not have to wait long, as she heard Draco's deep voice outside the door. She quickly took her seat on the now orange carpet. Another, familiar, voice accompanied Draco. Ginny could not place it. It seemed she would see in a moment.

The doors sprang open and Draco sauntered in, laughing, and behind him, followed the tall, dark form of Blaise Zabini. Well, it didn't surprise her these two were still best mates.

She stared giddily at Draco's face as he took in the change. Shock. Disbelief. Anger. Realization. Stone. His face turned slowly to her, his expression blank. Blaise let out a low whistle behind him.

"What. Did. You. Do?" He asked slowly, barely managing the words.

Ginny grinned cheekily. "Like it Malfoy? I personally think it fits you like a charm!"

His eyes hardened. They gathered a storm. Before Ginny could blink, he had his wand out, and she was lifted in the air.

"I'll be back in a moment Blaise." Draco spat, and he walked swiftly to his adjoining bathroom, Ginny floating behind him. She was facing Blaise, who shook his head, in what seemed to be, what was it, pity? Ginny gulped. Maybe this hadn't been to wise after all. But she would not let Draco see her fear.

The bathroom door slammed behind them, and Ginny was dropped onto the hard tiles. Ouch.

Draco muttered a quick silencing spell on the door, and turned to her. His eyes were pure ice.

"What the bloody hell do you think you were doing you filth?" He shouted, his face flushing.

Ginny stared at him simply, praying the fear she felt did not show in her eyes. "Well, you told me to get to work, and I had no clue what I was supposed to do. I started to clean your rooms. Then I decided it might be nice to make them more… lively."

Draco stared at her for a moment. "Crucio," He whispered, so quietly, Ginny had barely heard.

It hurt. Bloody hell it hurt. Especially after being so weakened the previous day by Lucius's curse. It stopped quickly. Ginny had not screamed. She had not uttered a single sound. But she was curled on the ground, twitching slightly.

"Listen Weasley, and listen very closely! You. Are. Mine! My slave, servant, whatever you want to call it! You will do as I say, and you will stop with you're bloody cheek! I will not hesitate to hurt you, do you understand?" He yelled so loudly, Ginny wanted to cover her ears.

She did not reply. Suddenly, he pulled her up by her hair. She gasped in pain, and taken aback, Draco dropped his hand.

He kicked her in the shin, "You disgust me." He spat. "You have half an hour to restore my room, and if you pull anything again, I swear Ginerva Weasley, you will be begging for death by the time I'm done with you."

With a swish of his cloak, he was out the door, closing it loudly behind him.

Ginny stared at the door.

She was surprised, although she knew she shouldn't be. She knew Draco Malfoy was a bastard, cold, mean, cruel. But for some reason, she had not thought he would react so harshly. She had underestimated him. His smirks and grins and taunts had fooled her. He could be just as wicked as his father. Possibly more.

She took a shaky breath. Slowly, she helped herself up, and walked slowly to his rooms. She swallowed hard, and was glad the room was empty.

"Twinkie," She called quietly, knowing the elf would come.

With Twinkie's help, it took a matter of only ten minutes to restore the room to its former typical Slytherin colors, and dark woods.

Ginny was exhausted. She had not slept well in over a month. Ever since she had been captured. Possibly before. She made her way back to her small room, which she had managed to remember her way to, and closed the door behind her.

She went to the small trunk numbly, and searched for any form of bedclothes. All she found was a short, thin silk slip, in dark blue. Another one of Malfoy's mind games no doubt. Even in privacy all she had to wear was skimpy and would barely cover her arse.

Now more than ever, Ginny missed her wand. If only she had it, she would be out of here, in seconds.

Well, Ginny was tired. But on principle, she would not wear the slip to sleep. He could make her wear a horrid, utterly sluttish outfit during the day, but on her own, she would wear what she liked. Ginny dug around the trunk some more, but could find nothing. In frustration, she ripped her current clothes off of her, and climbed into her small cot as is, nude.

As she slowly drifted off to sleep, she could not help but think about Harry and wonder where he was. Had he found what he was seeking? Maybe they were back at the Order already! It was a long shot, but it was possible. Maybe, they would come save her…

Her eyes snapped open. No. They could not come. It was too dangerous. A horrible trap. Ginny would just have to save herself. And Draco bloody Malfoy could go burn in hell.

"Miss Ginny, wake up now Miss Ginny."

Ginny rolled over in her blankets. She rolled too much. Ginny fell, hard.

She opened her eyes groggily, only to see another pair of large blue ones staring at her face. Surprised, Ginny yelped and moved her head back, resulting in hitting it on the wooden bed frame.

"Bloody fuck," She hissed in pain, and noticed, Heller, a small house elf gazing at her with a frightened expression.

Rubbing the back of her head, Ginny stood up slowly, tugging at the cotton nightdress she wore.

"Right then. I'm awake and all right Heller, what are my tasks for today?" Ginny asked while making her way to her trunk. She started digging for her clean work clothes.

"Actually Miss," He squeaked, "Master and Mistress Malfoy told Heller to take Miss Ginny to the dinning hall today. They says to hurry."

Ginny raised her eyebrows in surprise. This was new. In the past two weeks she had spent here at Malfoy Manor, she had hardly seen Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, which had been a definite plus, although she could hardly call anytime spent at Malfoy Manor a plus.

"All right then," She replied with a sigh, "I'll be back in a minute."

She grabbed her work clothes and under clothing, and went to the small adjoining bathroom. She shed her long cotton nightgown, and looked at it briefly.

After a week of begging Draco, she had finally managed to attain it. Refusing to wear the slip nightgown out of principle, Ginny was awfully cold at night.

After her first day at the Manor, Ginny decided to change tactics. She would be good. For now. She did all the tasks she was set, and worked hard to boot. Every night she would get to her cot, completely exhausted. As her 'reward' for acting well, Draco had finally agreed in giving her the warmer, more conservative nightgown.

Ginny shook herself from her thoughts and quickly dressed in her horrible muggle maid outfit. Bile still rose whenever she looked at it too long.

She washed her face, and pulled her hair into a loose bun. She really didn't care about impressing the Malfoy's. She brushed her teeth, and exited the bathroom.

Heller was waiting for her anxiously. "Okay Miss Ginny, let us go now." He started walking quickly out the door, towards the Malfoy's dinning hall.

Ginny followed the little elf, and once again remembered her first day at Malfoy Manor, following Twinkie, to the great ferrets' rooms. Tears threaten to rise to Ginny's eyes as she thought of Twinkie. She had not known her long, but the elf had been kind to Ginny. And it was all Ginny's fault she was gone.

Draco had known that Twinkie helped Ginny change his rooms, and although Ginny had lied to the elf in order to get her assistance, the elf was still punished. It turns out they were going to get rid of the elf anyway, but they did it cruelly.

Not only was Twinkie killed, but also she was tortured, horribly. Ginny had woken from her screaming in the middle of the night. Horrified, Ginny had rushed to where the screams were emitting, a room not far from hers.

When Ginny had arrived, Twinkie was in a puddle of her own blood on the stone floor. She was still alive, but barely. Other than her the room was empty.

Ginny tried to save the elf, to no avail. She cradled her in her arms. Ginny had cried. "I'm so sorry Twinkie, it's all my fault!" She apologized profusely but the elf simply shook her head.

"No Miss Ginny, Twinkie wanted to help you, to be free," She choked.

Ginny was stunned. The elf shuddered, and her last word was so quite, at first Ginny had been sure she had imagined it.

"Dungeons" Twinkie whispered, and closed her large brown eyes.

Ginny had sobbed. This death was all her fault! Lately, she had been doing everything wrong! If only she had shut her mouth and obeyed Malfoy, this would have never happened. But as always, her damn temper got in the way, her pride.

Ginny had spent the rest of the night there with Twinkie, sobbing herself to sleep. The next morning, she had woken on the stone floor, alone. Twinkie was gone. The blood was gone. Ginny was draped in a blanket. She had assumed it was the work of the other house elves.

Ginny pondered the meaning of Twinkie's final word. Dungeons? What did it mean? Was it a way to escape? Where were they? Ginny had searched the house, but could not find them.

Ginny was drawn back to the current events by the elf's squeaky voice. "Master and Mistress Malfoy said to let you in Miss Ginny." Ginny had not even noticed they had arrived at the door to the large dinning hall. She nodded, took a deep breath, and entered.

To say the dinning hall was grand was an understatement. It was very large, with marble floors, and pristine white walls. It was full of lavish artwork, pictures and statues all around, and in the center of the room was an extremely large mahogany table.

At the end of the of the table, sat Lucius, chatting quietly with Narcissa who sat to his right, while Draco, who sat to his left, stared out the large window. The door swung shut quietly behind her, and the three Malfoy's looked up at the intruder.

Ginny stayed by the door, as far from the three musketeers as she possibly could.

Lucius acknowledged her first. "Weasley, good, you're here. Well come closer! I'm not going to shout."

Ginny honestly wanted to throw one of the scones he was eating at his head. Instead, she walked quickly over closer the Malfoy clan. Blonde albino arses.

Narcissa eyed Ginny, and then turned to Draco. "You chose her work clothes I presume?" She asked snootily.

Draco nodded.

Narcissa sniffed.

Lucius sipped his tea.

Ginny wanted to get the hell away from the lot.

Finally Narcissa cleared her throat. "Right. You," She sneered at addressing Ginny, "are here because you won't be following your normal duties today. We are having a party this evening, a ball. And we need all the help working on the preparations."

Ginny dearly wanted to tell her that she probably would look a lot better if she would stop sneering so much, but she didn't think it would go down to well. Instead she nodded.

Lucius was the one to speak now, "This is a very important event, and you shall be on your best behavior, do you understand? One problem because of you, and it shall be very painful punishment. Understood?"

Ginny nodded once more. She really wanted to blow a raspberry in his face, but decided against it. She didn't feel like any torturing today.

Narcissa sniffed once more. Did she want a tissue?

"Well then, go to the kitchens, and the house elves will tell you what to do."

With those words, the Malfoy's all turned back to the food on their plates. Ginny turned to leave, but felt eyes on her back. She glanced back swiftly, to see Draco's grey orbs staring at her. He winked at her.

Ginny wanted to tell him how much she loathed him. Instead, she turned back to exit the dinning hall and go to the kitchens.

It was going to be a long day.

"You there, elf! Bring me another fire whiskey. Quickly."

"Slow down there Malfoy, that's the third one already, and the evening just started."

"Shut it Zabini, before I shut it for you." Draco Malfoy scowled at his best mate, downed his new glass of alcohol, and sent the small house elf to fetch another.

Blaise Zabini shook his head, and grinned. "Is it really that difficult for you to spend one whole evening in the presence of your parents, and their… esteemed colleagues?"

Draco raised an eyebrow in response.

Blaise smirked.

The pair each took a sip of their drinks.

"Malfoy! Zabini! I've been looking for you two! Lot's of people here tonight eh?"

"Too many people if you ask me," Draco mumbled and finished his fifth drink.

Blaise shook his head again, "Excuse him Nott, you know how he gets around this lot."

Theodore Nott grinned, "Aye, I know how you feel mate. But these parties do have their perks. Did you notice the arse on Daphne Greengrass? I haven't seen her in a while."

Draco smirked, "I have. About a week ago actually. Turns out she's back from Ireland, for good."

Theodore and Blaise nodded in answer.

"Dibbs," Blaise said suddenly, a victorious grin splayed on his face.

"What? No fair! If I hadn't mentioned her, you'd have never even noticed she's back!" Theodore exclaimed in protest, but Blaise stood his ground.

"Doesn't matter mate. Dibbs means dibbs. Don't be too put down though, I heard Astoria's single too."

Theodore thought on this statement for a moment, "I suppose, but mate, if she doesn't want you, I'm going in for the kill."

Blaise smirked cockily. "No lady can resist the Zabini charm."

Draco scoffed. "Oh, I can think of plenty who have resisted the 'Zabini' charm."

Blaise's eyes twinkled with mischief, "Care to wager on that Malfoy?"

"You're on."

"I'm in too. I bet a hundred galleons that she'll turn you down flat." Theodore grinned.

"It's settled then. If I don't manage to convince Greengrass to come home with me, by the end of the night, which I will, then I pay you each a hundred galleons. If I win, you each pay me."

The boys nodded in agreement, and Blaise strutted off, searching for his target of the evening.

Theodore stared out at the crowd gathered in the Malfoy's ballroom. "Think he has a chance?" He asked thoughtfully.

Draco chuckled, "Not a chance. Greengrass is engaged."

Theodore stared at him incredulously, "What? But you never…" Theodore trailed off, and smiled as realization hit, "Oh you sly dog Malfoy."

Draco smirked, "Consider yourself a hundred galleons richer my friend."

The two chuckled and clinked their glasses.

"If you'll excuse me then, I would like to go see Zabini humiliated in public. Care to join?"

Draco shook his head, "No, go ahead. I've seen the bloke humiliated far too many times."

"Suite yourself," Theodore shrugged, and started following the same path Blaise had previously taken.

Draco sighed, and sauntered over to one of the lavishly decorated, empty tables. He plopped down on to an empty chair, and finished his glass, once more. He was tired. He was in no mood for parties. For his parents. For the other death eaters. All he wanted to do was crawl into his large, warm bed, and sleep, until this bloody party was over. He pinched the bridge of his nose. The alcohol's effects were slowly starting to work, but too slowly. It seemed Draco was becoming more and more immune to the effects. Damn.

He glanced at his golden watch, the one he had received on his seventeenth birthday. It was almost an hour after the beginning of the ball, but there was still a long way to go. Bloody hell.

Wait, wasn't the Weaslette supposed to be here, serving?

He rubbed his eyes. Yes, certainly, she was supposed to be here. But he had not seen her. So, where was she? What in bloody hell was she up to now? She had been good these past few weeks, but this was Weasley, and she was smarter than given credit for. Had she come up with some plan, to escape, today?

Impossible. Tonight, security was tighter than ever. She could not escape, unless with aid, and who would give her that, in a house full of death eaters, who would all love the chance to torture, maim, and kill her. The thought of her seeking their help was so laughable that Draco chuckled to himself, loudly.

Hmm… It seemed the alcohol was taking effect after all.

Thank god.

He gazed at the crowd. Laughing, dancing, drinking, eating. Tonight, their lives were going great. They were winners after all. Their side. Victors. All of them, filthy rich with the spoils of war. And he? Tonight he was drowning his thoughts in alcohol, so he would not have to think. About anything. So he could be like them. Pretend that all was wonderful. All their problems are gone.

Suddenly, a red mane caught his eye. So, the Weaslette was here. He focused on her. She was in her uniform, but it was different somehow. He blinked, and noticed, it was longer. More conservative. The neckline was higher as well. But, it was tighter, the dress. Certainly, his mother's doing. Draco scoffed.

Her hair was down, which was unusual, as she usually wore it up. He liked it down better, it was long and smooth, and looked like silky fire.

Silky fire? All right, the alcohol was definitely taking effect. And he wasn't sure from here, but could she be wearing makeup? Also unusual, but again, probably his mother's doing. And yes, she was serving drinks. Draco couldn't help but smirk at the scowl on her face. It wasn't prominent, and she hid it well, but Draco was a master of masks, and he could tell that beneath that calm, collected look, she was furious.

Wonderful.

"Slave!" He called out, not controlling the grin that spread on his face when she looked over. Responding to the call. She scowled. This time fully. She approached him slowly, balancing her tray of assorted drinks in one hand, the other clenching and unclenching on her side. Oh yes, Ginerva Weasley was especially angry today.

She reached him. So, she was wearing light makeup. Not much. Something to bring out her eyes, her empty eyes. And to redden her lips. Draco couldn't help but notice, but she had nice lips. "May I help you?" She asked, her voice laced with venom.

"Excuse me?" Draco asked tauntingly, smirking.

"May I help you, Master Malfoy?" She asked again, through gritted teeth.

"Yes!" He enthused, "I would like a glass of fire whiskey."

Ginny placed the glass in front of him. He took it and drank deeply, sighing contently.

"Right well, if that's all then…" Ginny said and turned to leave, but he grabbed her waist, turning her back to him.

"So," He slurred, "Have you ever tried a fire whiskey Weasley?"

"Of course." She answered.

Draco shook his head, a drunken grin playing on his features. "No… You've never had a Malfoy fire whiskey. The best! Made in our Manor in Scotland! Sit Weasley."

Ginny shook her head, "I don't think that's wise. I should get back to your guests," She emphasized.

Draco scowled, "Sit Weasley! I'm still in charge here," He grinned again as she sat, slowly.

He blinked. "Go on. Try the fire whiskey."

She did.

"Well?"

"It's excellent."

"Of course it is," He said smugly, "It belongs to us Malfoy's after all."

Ginny raised an eyebrow at him. "Yes, well it seems as though you have had plenty of them for the both of us."

Draco stared at her thoughtfully for a moment, "What are you still doing here Weasley? Shoo. Go serve the people. Fire whiskey's and whatever it is you have there." Ginny glared daggers at him, but stood, spun on her heel, and went.

Draco stared at her retreating arse.

Hmm…Maybe he should make her uniform permanently tighter?

A/N- End of chapter two! I hope you enjoyed, and please please REVIEW! It does such wonders for the motivation (: XOXOXOXXO