Nothing belongs to me.
XLI: Servant
"Ah, Ginevra!" Oh, how she hated that voice, that face!
"What services do you require of me?" she asked quietly.
He cleared his throat.
"Master."
He did not answer but instead inquired, "From where did you come?"
"The kitchens."
There was a moment of silence, and then -
"Sit down."
Ginny stepped into the dim light of the study, but did not obey his command.
He was sitting behind his desk, smiling unpleasantly.
"I heard what you had done to Dean." she said suddenly.
"Ah, yes, it was funny, wasn't it?"
"It was disgusting. Like you."
Draco continued to smile creepily up at her. He got to his feet, appearing at Ginny's side in an instant.
"You're different, Ginevra - " he whispered, reaching out to touch her face. Draco began to trace her lips with his fingertips. " – from the other servants." His fingers had left her mouth and now traveled along her cheeks, jaw line, and neck.
Ginny stared determinedly ahead, trying to stop herself from shivering at his touch.
"You're so frustrating…and I like that about you." Draco ran his fingers through her hair.
"If you don't need me –" Ginny breathed, turning to leave, but he caught her arm.
"Let go of me!"
His grip on her arm tightened and Ginny could feel his hot breath on her neck; she closed her eyes.
"I'll never let you go."