A/N- Chapter four! Alright so it is shorter than the other chapters, I know, but I ended it where it felt right, and I didn't want to put too much into one chapter. I really hope you enjoy, and to those who review, know I truly appreciate it! So read, REVIEW, and enjoy! (:

"And like a little girl cries in the face of a monster that lives in her dreams

Is there anyone out there cause it's getting harder and harder to breathe"- Maroon 5, Harder to Breathe

She would not scream.

She couldn't. She wouldn't. Not for him. Not for any Death Eater.

She didn't care what he did. He could leave her bleeding on the floor, she would not beg, or cry in pain. She would not ask for mercy. Not from him.

She was determined of that.

She did not know how long had past, how long he had been torturing her in cruel, twisted ways. All she knew was that everything hurt, and in the few weeks she had spent in Malfoy Manor, out of Azkaban, she had forgotten how much one's body could ache.

It seemed funny, that in this wicked place, she had been tortured less than Azkaban, where she had been tortured nearly everyday. Lucius Malfoy himself had said she had been tortured almost more than any other prisoner.

But here, she had been good. Mostly. And she had not been hurt since her first day, physically at least. She had stopped being used to the constant pain. Which is why it seemed now, these curses brought on more agony than before. So much more. And Draco? He was definitely skilled in this art, the art of causing excruciating pain.

But Ginny could not succumb. She could not scream, or cry, or yell, or beg him to stop. It would only make him happier. And if there was one thing she wanted, it was to make him as unhappy as possible.

He shot another silent curse at her. And suddenly, she was burning. It felt as if she was being charred alive, from the inside out, her core exploding, and her heart bursting with heat.

She bit down on her lip, to stop the scream that had nearly escaped, and she drew blood.

Draco's cold eyes did not miss this action, and he lifted the curse. "Ready to talk yet Weasley?"

Ginny lifted her dark eyes to him, her glare was full of more hatred than she had ever felt before. "Like hell I am Malfoy," She spat.

He sighed, "Being tough isn't going to do you much good in this situation princess, you'll tell me eventually," He leaned down, and he whispered, coldly, "And if you can't give me information I need, what use do you have? I could just kill you."

"Go ahead then," She whispered in return, her glare challenging him.

"I might," He said and stood, his wand pointing to her chest once more, "but not just yet. You still know things I need. Crucio."

Amazing how just one word could bring on new waves of pain, so quickly, so terribly, so horrific.

Ginny writhed on the floor of Draco Malfoy's room, for what seemed like the thousandth time that night. A small part of her wanted to cry. A much bigger part of her wanted to gouge Draco's icy eyes out and snap his wand in two.

If only she had a wand, she would probably have him screaming in agony, in seconds.

When the curse stopped abruptly, Ginny gasped, and her lungs expanded, filling with air. She had not noticed she had been holding her breath.

Draco smirked, "You know, turning blue doesn't suit you Weaslette. Clashes horribly with you're hair."

Ginny took a few deep breaths, enjoying the feeling of the sweet, cold air, relaxing slightly. Then she turned to him, a small smile on her lips. "Didn't know you were so interested in fashion Malfoy. What's next? You'll start doing your nails?"

Draco's eyes flashed for a moment, but they did not hold the anger Ginny had expected. He seemed… amused?

Indeed, his smirk had not slipped, and his eyes gleamed now with apparent mischief, "You bide considerably well under physical torture," He said. It was not a question. He was stating this. "So," He continued, "I think I will just have to find another tactic, hmm?" He mused and started circling her limp form. "Legilimens!" He shouted suddenly, and Ginny had no time to prepare herself.

Memories flashed through her mind, so quickly, and it was almost like her dream, and she could not get him out of her head, although she knew Occulemency. He flipped through her memories as though pages, as if looking for something. She was just lucky that all the information on the Order was behind such a specially built mental barrier, that he could not possibly break it.

Suddenly, he stopped on one memory. She saw herself, much younger than she was now, no more than eleven, and she was writing, into a book, a journal it seemed, and she was pouring her heart out into this book. And suddenly she was not sitting by a desk writing, but in a dark chamber, cold and damp, and He was there, whispering things-

"NO!" Ginny roared, and with energy she had not known she had left, she forced him out of her mind, closing it off, filled with it's haunting and unwanted images, things that even she could not bring herself to see.

Draco looked taken aback. The shock was apparent on his face. Obviously he did not expect Ginny to be able to fight back. Yet, his surprise only lasted for a moment, and his mask slid back into place.

"It seems the Order does train their lackeys well," He drawled, a sneer playing on his lips.

Ginny scoffed, "Lackeys? The Order aren't the ones recruiting people, only because of threatening to wipe out their families! The Order aren't the ones bowing down to a revolting git and kissing his ar-"

He stopped her rant, with a flash of blue and loud bang, which sent her crashing into the wall.

"You will not speak with such disrespect," He snarled.

Ginny had barely heard him. Her head was spinning, every inch of her ached, and she felt as if she could lose consciousness any moment. Something hot and wet and trickling down her neck. Slowly, she reached out a hand, touching it to the back of her head, and looking at it confirmed that she was bleeding.

She groaned, and turned to look at Draco, who had his arms crossed, impatience sketched on his face, and his eyes, nothing but pure ice. "What do you want from me?" She whispered. It was the only thing that came to mind. Her head was throbbing.

"Answers," He replied simply, his gaze hard on her face.

"You'll never get them out of me," She said softly, "You might as well give up."

The ghost of a smirk appeared on his handsome face. He walked towards Ginny, crouched down beside her, watching her face, studying it. Finally, he whispered in a low voice, tucking a strand of flaming hair behind her ear, "I always get what I want, Ginerva."

Ginny shivered despite herself. Git. What was he playing at?

Suddenly she froze, as she felt his wand pressed up against her head. Before she could say anything, he murmured something, and with a tingling sensation, the throbbing in her head ceased.

"What are you doing?" Ginny asked slowly, truly not understanding what was wrong with this strange wizard.

Draco's eyes skimmed her body. Ginny shuddered slightly. His smirk grew. She cursed herself for letting him see that.

"Tell me sweetheart," He crooned, "Have you ever been with a man?"

"Have you?" She countered, and his face split into a grin.

"Such ugly words, leaving such a lovely mouth," He whispered, and his long pale fingers stroked her cheek. "Now answer my question Ginny."

Ginny could feel her eyes cloud with confusion. She looked into his grey orbs. They held something she could not decipher. A sense of mischief and…? Whatever it was, she did not like it. Time to lie. Again.

"Yes, of course." She answered slowly again, hoping she sounded convincing, and simply taken aback by the question.

Draco shook his head, a smirk forming, "Come now darling, don't lie."

Ginny glared at him. Was he implying that she wasn't capable of getting a man? Angry, she sat up, albeit slowly for she was still incredibly sore, and she lifted her chin, looking him straight in the eyes. Chocolate met ice.

"I've had boyfriends!" She exclaimed indignantly.

Draco laughed. "I know you have, we did go to the same school after all. But I mean have you ever," He paused and leaned in, his mouth inches from hers, "had sex?" He finished his voice dropping an octave.

Ginny wanted to make a witty remark back, but she could barely breathe. He was so close, and despite how much she loathed him, he was incredibly good looking, and smelled amazing.

She also wondered how he knew that she was a virgin. It scared her that he knew and had gone to this topic. It wasn't as if she was some virgin prude, waiting for marriage, or for some perfect man to come along. It was simply that she had never gotten a chance to.

When she had been at Hogwarts, dating Michael, or Dean, she had never even given it a second thought, for she knew she wasn't ready for it yet at the time. The only one she had really considered the possibility of it with was Harry, but he broke it off after Dumbledore's death, and then he left. Of course, she knew he had done it because he had too, but it hurt nonetheless.

After that, she had been far too caught up in the war too care about it. She had no time for dating. Simple as that.

But what did she say to Draco now? He was obviously planning something, some devious way to make her talk. She could not fall for it. He was cunning, extremely so, but she was no fool. It felt once more, like a game of chess. He had made his move. Now it was her turn. She had to be smart, or he'd beat her. She had to win. At this dangerous game, failure was not an option.

Ginny stared at his face, considering his expression and her options carefully. Then in a swift movement, she moved in closer, their lips now not even an inch apart. She looked into his eyes. She saw some amusement and surprise, and she smirked inwardly.

"Of course I have Malfoy," She whispered, acting through and through, "and it was bloody wonderful."

He pulled back suddenly, and stood. He had one eyebrow raised, and his eyes traveled over the length of her body.

"Have you?" He asked casually, sounding bored. Oh he was playing.

Ginny's temper flared, but she kept her mask. She nodded, smiling a sickly sweet smile at Draco. She ignored the way her body screamed in protest, as she stood up slowly.

Draco smirked, "You know, there is a perfectly easy way of checking."

Ginny grinned and waved her finger at him, "Funny Malfoy, but I'm ready now. You can't get inside my head."

Draco chuckled loudly, "Silly witch, that's not what I meant." He took a few, quick strides towards her, and pinned her to the wall, "I meant, there's another way, which is much more enjoyable, to check." His eyes were smoldering and Ginny's breath caught in her throat.

Bloody Fuck.

Ginny swallowed loudly. She couldn't answer. She didn't know what to say. He had her cornered, literally, and now she had to face the consequences. Damn her Weasley pride and temper! She should have just told him the truth.

Then a sudden idea struck her, and she smirked. "You can check if you like Malfoy," She said watching his eyes, "but all your going to find out is what I told you. Harry took care of it a ages ago."

Something flashed in Draco's eyes once more, before his mask fell back into place. She had struck a nerve, she knew. Mentioning Draco's old and biggest rival, who had usually beaten him, was not something that made him happy.

Served him right.

"You lost you're virginity to Potter?" He asked, but underneath his casual tone, she heard the venom masked.

She nodded.

Draco considered her for a moment, and then with a swoop of his head, his lips met hers. They were soft.

Ginny did not move. She did not respond. She was shocked. Her eyes were wide open. It was quick, just slightly more than a peck, but it had stirred something in Ginny that she had forgotten about. Excitement. Butterflies. She felt disgusted with herself.

Draco simply smirked at her shocked expression. "Don't lie to me love, I know you never slept with Potter."

Ginny stared at him for another moment. Then something came over her that was beyond her control. She hadn't even planned to do it, although lord she wanted too, and it felt so wonderful.

But the second her fist smashed into his jaw it was so completely satisfactory. Then almost instantly, she knew she had made a grave mistake. She gasped.

Draco's eyes turned stone, and his wand was out in seconds, pressing into her throat.

"You must be suicidal," He growled.

Ginny did not answer.

"I'm tired of this game Weasley, tell me what I want to know now, and I just might not kill you."

Her eyes narrowed, "I already told you I'm not going to tell you anything. We've already established that you won't get me talking by torture, and you can forget about reading my mind again. Give up Malfoy."

Draco sneered coldly, his eyes taking in her face. And in a sudden, swift movement of his hand, he was clutching her nightdress top fabric tightly. Ginny gasped slightly again.

"It's high time you learned some respect Weasley, and if you don't want me to rip this garment off you right now, and hurt you in ways you've never thought imaginable, I'd start obeying. Don't forget, I own you now."

Her mouth went dry. "Stop it," She murmured quietly. It was all she could muster, and she knew it sounded weak, but it was the best she could do.

Draco scoffed, "Please, don't pull your worthless pitying methods. I don't pity blood traitors."

She stared at him long and hard. His face was serious, but his eyes, cold as they were, held something else.

"You won't rape me." She stated, the realization suddenly dawning on her.

He lifted an eyebrow, "I hardly think you know what I am capable of."

Ginny shook her head, "If you were going to, you would have already. You don't have it in you," She said, and a small smile graced her lips.

He glared at her, but stepped back nonetheless, releasing her nightdress. "Don't feel so elated Weasley," He spat, "I simply can't stand the thought of touching you."

Ginny ignored the remark, "Didn't seem that way when you were kissing me."

Draco snorted, "That was just to wind you. Surprise you into saying things."

It was Ginny's turn to raise an eyebrow. Draco had just let slip of some of his mask. His techniques. He realized this too. He scowled, raised his wand and shot another silent curse at Ginny. It knocked her back, against the wall, but that was the end of it. Ultimately, she was surprised she had not been served with something worse.

Draco turned his back on her, "Leave now," He ordered, "I should have bloody well killed you already." He murmured, but Ginny had heard him.

She was sick of this threat. Always that. A threat. And something inside her exploded. The famous Weasley temper, it's full wrath held back for so long, it had finally reached a broiling point.

"THAN BLOODY KILL ME ALREADY!" She shouted, surprising even herself partly.

Draco whirled around, his eyes wide. "What?" He asked dumbfounded.

Ginny took a deep breath, "Kill me then if you want too so badly! I don't care! I'd rather be dead than here! Kill me! Go on! Do it, you said you want to! I want it too! Do it! Kill me!" She yelled, furious tears coming to her eyes.

Draco continued to stare at her thunderstruck as though he had never seen her before.

"WOULD YOU STOP GAPING LIKE A FUCKING FISH? Are you a Death Eater or not? You kill people all the time! What's one more? And a Weasley at that! You should be excited! Go on then, KILL ME!" She screamed, her voice cracking, and tears rolled down her cheeks, and sobs were threatening to come, but she repressed them.

"You want to die?" Draco asked carefully, his wand grasped in his hand. He kept a careful distance from Ginny.

"Isn't that what I just said? Are you deaf? PLEASE KILL ME! I'd rather be dead than have to spend any more time with YOU! IN THIS HOUSE! I HATE IT! I HATE YOU! I HATE THIS WAR! I WANT TO DIE IF IT MEANS IT'LL BE OVER!"

Draco took a deep breath, "Calm down Weasley." He said quietly, but his voice was dangerous and filled with warning, his wand was trained at her, as if she'd attack any second.

"I WON'T! I'M SICK OF DOING YOU'RE BLOODY BIDDING DRACO FUCKING MALFOY! GO TO BLOODY HELL! YOU DON'T OWN ME! YOU CAN'T CONTROL ME!"

She truly at this point just wanted it to end. She didn't want this weight on her shoulders. She wanted to be free.

"Don't. Make. Me. Hurt. You. Weasley," Draco said slowly, his tone angry, filled with malice.

Ginny laughed. It sounded deranged. Maniacal even. Shrill. "Oh yes!" She shouted, "Because it's nothing you haven't done before, is it? Please don't pretend to give a damn Malfoy, we both know you enjoy hurting people for your own twisted pleasure! What, do you get some sick sexual fantasies out of it? Is that it?"

Draco took a deep breath through his nostrils, "That's enough Weasley. I warned you. Stupefy!" He called suddenly.

A red light shot out of his wand, and hit Ginny before she could dodge it.

And then, everything was black.

Draco Malfoy was anxious.

He walked down the long, stone corridor, his destination in sight, straight ahead.

It was cold here. It always was.

The torches flickered ominously, shedding light, but not nearly enough. It was dark here, almost as being outside in the dead of night. He reached the door and paused. The door was grand. Dark wooden, and heavy, with designs of iron decorating it, and a serpent knocker.

Draco knew what lay on the other side of the door. The Dark Lord. Waiting for the information he, Draco, had sworn to retrieve. But he had failed.

He had managed to extract the information from a skilled Auror! But not from Ginny Weasley! It was an outrage! Unacceptable! He, a Malfoy, powerful, who had killed skilled and strong men, but could not get a small bit of information out of a simple girl?

How he loathed her.

With a deep breath, he knocked on the heavy door. It was time to face his failures. Bloody hell this was going to be painful.

"Enter," said a soft, hissing voice from inside.

Draco swallowed loudly and pushed the door open. The room was large, round, and stone all around. It was dark, and the only light in the room emitted from the large stone fireplace, which flames flickered green. The walls were covered in bookcases, and there was a large desk in one corner, and a large oriental rug covered the floor.

He sat behind his desk, his snake curled upon his shoulders, and he appeared to be writing something. Voldemort. Pale and white in the moonlight, red eyed slits. Draco, it seemed, would never be used to his startling appearance.

Voldemort looked up, and a small smile graced his lips. "Draco, I trust you have information for me?"

Draco nodded steadily, "Yes my Lord, I do. Although," He hesitated, "It is not complete."

The Dark Lord cocked his head and considered Draco for a moment. "Speak," He replied finally, quill still in hand.

Draco nodded and cleared his throat, "As you know my Lord, we had succeeded in the interrogation of the two Aurors. All though they could not give us any location of headquarters, as they were not secret keepers, they could however give us one of the secret keepers." Draco paused and Voldemort nodded, motioning for him to continue.

"Bill Weasley, they told us, is secret keeper for the Order's training base 'Ash', and we have been searching for him since." Draco took another deep breath, "We were searching for nearly a week, and there is no traces of the Weasley's anywhere. Their old home is completely evacuated, as are all places we know that are connected to them. I had then decided my Lord, to turn to the only Weasley whose location is known to us."

Voldemort nodded, "The Weasley girl."

"Yes my Lord," Draco replied.

"Well, surely she knows where her brothers are," Voldemort smirked, "So Draco, where do we attack next?"

Draco swallowed and cleared his throat once more, "Well my Lord, she didn't exactly say anything."

"You mean she has no knowledge of her brothers location?"

Draco fiddled with his collar slightly, "Not exactly my Lord. I mean, she would not give up any information whatsoever."

Voldemort raised his nonexistent eyebrows, "Even after hours of interrogation?"

Draco nodded, and winced, bracing himself for the worst. What happened next however surprised him.

The Dark Lord chuckled, and looked extremely amused. "So, you are telling me, you managed to extract top secret information from a skilled Auror, but not from a little girl?"

The remark stung, yet Draco was well aware of this. It was what bothered him about this situation most of all.

Voldemort stroked Nagini, and his expression turned thoughtful. "It seems," he began, "That the Weasley girl is stronger than she seems, and much more valuable. Very interesting."

Draco was taken aback. What on earth was he on about? A Weasley, valuable? Maybe to lure in Potter, but other than that, he could still not understand why she had been spared.

"Sorry my Lord?"

Voldemort cold eyes shifted back to Draco, and his smile returned. It was eerie. "I should like to meet with her myself one day. But not yet. I currently have higher priorities," His eyes shifted back to the parchment on his desk, "You have done well Draco, I am satisfied. You may go."

To say Draco was stunned was an understatement. He had not been punished for his failure. He had been told he had done well. He wasn't writhing on the floor in current agony, as he had been expecting.

He did not let his emotions be displayed however. He nodded curtly, thanked the Dark Lord, and exited the room swiftly.

As he walked down the long corridor, his thoughts traveled to the hidden meaning of the Dark Lord's words, but he could find no explanation.

All he now knew was that Voldemort found Ginerva Weasley 'interesting', and that could mean nothing good for her.

The wind blew, rustling the leaves on the trees, the only source of noise in the enormous forest.

In the heart of this forest, you would not hear sounds of the stream bubbling, nor of the wildlife living between the tall oaks.

You would hear only the wind, and the leaves, and the quiet footsteps of one lone traveler.

He walked quickly, with purpose, his cloak dragging on the dirt floor, and his hood hiding his face from sight. He held his wand in front of him, lighting his path. He had not been walking long. Perhaps five minutes, yet he was searching, searching, and not finding. It was incredibly frustrating.

He was usually a patient man, and he did not mind the quiet, the solitude. But today, he had news, of great importance, and it would not do any good if he were to arrive late.

On he walked, knowing his destination to be near, but where was it?

Suddenly he stopped. Not by will, but he had been forcibly stopped, by what appeared to be an invisible barrier.

He smiled.

With the help of his wand, he cast a few spells, over himself as well as the barrier, finally dissolving the obstacle, allowing him to enter. After he stepped in however, he repeated the spells, which he had just erased, causing the invisible barrier to reform, this time with him inside of it.

He turned, and the object he was searching for stood, in front of his very eyes.

Although it was dark, the building shone in the moonlight, it's stone colored ivory. It was a handsome building. Tall, at least fifteen stories, large windows, and a large roof, which although he could not see it currently, he knew was a dark auburn. Although it was tall, it did not seem very wide, yet he knew it was much larger from the inside.

The courtyard was simple. Green grass filled the clearing, flowers, trees and shrubs skirted it randomly, for it was not particularly a priority to keep the courtyard neat.

He walked straight ahead, the gravel from the walkway crunching underneath his feet. Upon reaching the grand double doors, he tapped them with his wand, and immediately a series of metallic clicks were heard, before the set of doors swung open.

The second he entered the building, the doors swung shut behind him, and another series of metallic clicks were heard, effectively locking the doors.

The foyer was large, and grand. It reminded him of Muggle hotels he had visited briefly, marble and light, with a small fountain playing in the middle of it. There were large wooden counters, labeled with the words 'Security Clearance', and a few couches and coffee tables were scattered around the foyer.

In the far end, there were a line of unoccupied lifts, and that was towards where he headed next.

The foyer, which usually was bustling with people, was empty tonight, for he guessed nearly all of the buildings occupants were sleeping soundly at this late time. Even the security counters were deserted, but he had no need for them anyhow.

He reached the lift and entered, tapping his wand on the iron grill that closed the lift behind him.

"Level fifteen," He said quietly, and immediately the lift started, slowly taking him up to his next desired location.

Arriving, the iron grill opened with a small 'bing'. He stepped out of the lift, and began walking down the long marble corridor, a set of large golden doors waiting for him at the end of it.

Unlike the dark foyer from which he had come, the corridor was lit brightly, decorated with colorful paintings and statues, all of which were either sleeping, or greeting him cheerfully.

He did not have time to stop and chat, but he did nod politely in passing, and continued on. He stopped upon reaching the golden doors. The doorknobs were golden as well, and seemed to be patterned, but he knew the pattern to be words, random yet connected, small, but still readable.

He had read them quite many times before, but tonight he would not stop to ponder their message. He tapped the door with his wand, muttered a few words, and the door swung open gracefully.

The room was extraordinarily large, marble as well, but it resembled a courtroom. On one side, there were dozens of rows of benches, made of a light marble, and across from the benches was a podium, tall, and it held seating for four.

The room was decorated beautifully and artistically, and two large fireplaces were crackling merrily, on either side of the room.

This grand chamber however, was not empty.

Quite the contrary, it was filled, each bench holding a few people, and although the room was not filled with all the buildings occupants, a fair number were here, waiting. Upon entering, he was instantly greeted by many, some coming to hug him, some shaking his hand, others waving merrily.

He greeted them in return, truly joyful to see them again. He had been gone for a while. However, he was here on business, and it was extremely important that he shared his news as soon as possible.

Thankfully, a loud, booming voice stalled the greeters.

"All though we are all very happy to see you, you have news to share I believe? It would be best to deal with matters of business first."

He looked up. The voice had arrived from the podium, and the speaker was the only one of the four who was standing.

The speaker was a man, who looked much older than his true years. His clothes were considerably shabby, and his hair was graying, but he had a kind face, and he was obviously in charge here.

He nodded to Remus Lupin as well as to the other people occupying the podium, and then to the men and woman taking hold of the marble benches.

"Yes," He replied loudly, and then cast a magnifying charm over his voice.

He removed the hood of his cloak and began to speak once more, facing the crowd.

"Yes, I bear news," Bill Weasley continued, every eye in the room locked upon him. "And you are not going to like them."

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