More than feeling hurt, or scared, or betrayed, or even angry (though she certainly felt these). Ginny just felt stupid. It was bad enough that Draco had got her with a portkey once, but twice?! Had her brain gone on a permanent vacation?
Draco and Ginny appeared in a room. Ginny turned her back on Draco to view her surroundings. It was a lounge room, a door to her left opened into a bed room. The room could be described as Spartan, only one lounge, a table, and in the bedroom, a large bed. Ginny limped over to the lumpy couch and threw herself down.
‘What, no Death Eaters? You figure I’m injured so you can handle me by yourself this time?’ Ginny sneered at Draco’s back. It was disconcerting, he was still part Harry, but every moment his face grew more arrogant, his hair grew lighter.
Draco turned to Ginny and stood in the centre of the room, ‘I just wanted to see you were Ok. I waited until you were healed before I took you.’
Ginny didn’t think that that one concession was going to make things all better. ‘Just so we’re clear Draco. The second you turn your back on me I intend on inflicting some grievous bodily harm upon you.’
‘You feel that badly about all of this Ginny?’
‘Well, Draco, I’m the one with scars. You tell me how I am supposed to feel.’
Draco had finally morphed back into his true self, he took off the glasses and shrugged out of the jumper. The loose jeans and bicep hugging top were more typical of Harry’s wardrobe. Draco usually wore fitted jeans and designer shirts
‘I think you should want to hurt me. I think that’s fair. I think you should want an apology.’
‘An apology? Draco, I’ll never believe a word you say. Don’t waste your breath on an apology.’
‘Ok, then what do you want me to say? I grew up hearing my father talk about Voldemort’s reign like it was some sort of freakin’ golden era. Everything I am, everything that matters to me, revolved around being a Death Eater. I always thought that I wouldn’t be a man until I became a Death Eater.’
‘And do you feel like a man now, Draco?’
Draco sat softly on the lounge, as far away form Ginny as the small piece of furniture would allow.
‘I feel like a coward. I feel like I don’t know who I am anymore. I fell like…’ Ginny cut him off.
‘Whatever. I feel like I want to go home. Or do you have some Death Eaters waiting in the wings to torture me a little more? Because that was so much fun last time.’
‘We’re at a safe house. There are no Death Eaters here, Ginny.’ Ginny reached out and snatched Draco’s wrist, she pulled his arm towards her and pushed back his sleeve to look at his Death Eater mark.
‘I beg to differ, Draco. It seems I’m sitting right next to one.’
Draco let out a hiss of frustration and leapt form the lounge to go to a nearby room, the kitchen. He reappeared with a serrated rusty knife in hand. Ginny watched in horror as he took the knife to the mark on his arm. He tried slicing the skin under the tattoo, but the knife just wasn’t sharp enough, instead, he began hacking at the skin and peeling it back with his fingers. Blood coursed down his arm and dripped off his elbow. He continued to claw blindly at the tattoo, all the while, his eyes were fixed on the horrified expression on Ginny’s face. When the task was finished he flicked the bloodied sliver of flesh and skin to the floor. But Ginny didn’t look at the skin, instead she watched with a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach as the skin on Draco’s forearm stretched to heal over the new wound and the tattoo reappeared.
‘I’ll be anything you want me to be. But I’ll always have this tattoo. You want me to cut it off again? You want me to cut it off every time I see you? I could. Ask me and I will.’
‘I don’t want anything from you. I want to go home.’ Ginny sat stubbornly on the lounge, wearing the pyjamas that she’d been in at the hospital. It seemed such an adult conversation for a girl who was wearing jammies that were too short in the legs decorated with a frog pattern.
‘Damn it Ginny! I’m trying to tell you something.’
‘Well then tell me so I can go home…’
‘I think that you and I…’
‘Stop right there. “You and I” implies some sort of relationship. Some sort of connection. There is only one sort of connection between you and I… and it’s not warm and fuzzy.’
‘Oh, so what type of connection is it?’ Draco asked as he crossed his arms a drove his gaze into her.
‘The hot and sweaty type.’ Ginny said fixing her eyes on Draco’s shocked expression.
‘I thought you didn’t want anything to do with me.’
‘How about a deal? I give you tonight. Six hours. No responsibilities, no expectations… excepting the expectation that you had better rock my world.’
‘No, Ginny that’s not… that isn’t what this is about. I feel something for you.’
Ginny wasn’t sure where it came from, but suddenly every moment of anger she had ever felt towards Draco converged and she rose to her feet, pulling her wand from her sleeve. ‘Crucio.’ She hissed with a cold voice as she leveled her wand at Draco and watched him drop to the floor in convulsions. She stopped rather quickly. She didn’t want to damage Draco, she just wanted him to understand the pain she had suffered.
‘You were willing to let me die at the hands of Death Eaters. What I feel for you is isolated to the region between my legs. So let’s try not to forget that. Understand this, Malfoy. I only want to be able to fuck you as thoroughly as you fucked me that day in the cavern. Then, I’ll walk away.’
Ginny watched and circled Draco as he pushed himself to his hands and knees gasping for air. She stepped forward and kicked one of his hands out from under him. ‘I’ll be waiting for you in the bedroom.’ She said as Draco rolled onto his back and cast a horrified glance at her.
Ginny stood in the dark bedroom waiting for Draco to follow. She knew he’d come through the door any moment. This was his only chance to be with her, he wasn’t going to turn her down this time.
Ginny peeled off her pyjamas and looked at herself in the mirror. Her bruises and cuts were mostly gone, she still had some pretty horrific scarring around her ankle, but that was the worst of it. She stepped out of her panties and stood naked in the dark… the door opened a crack and light spilled across her body, making her skin glow.
‘Ginny, this isn’t what I want.’ Draco croaked, walking up behind her slowly.
‘This is all you are ever going to get, Draco. And you aren’t going to turn me down again.’ Ginny replied as she kept her back turned on him.
Draco let out a sound that was somewhere between a groan of pain and a moan of satisfaction. He stepped up to Ginny’s back and pulled her back against his chest. His arms wrapped around her and his hands cupped the weight of her breasts.
Ginny released the breath that she had been holding and sunk back against Draco. They stood like that for an age, his hands wandering over her chest, then down over her flat stomach and over her hips. His long fingers brushed up and down her thighs then curled around her leg to play over the soft skin on the inside of her thigh. Ginny turned in Draco’s arms and snaked her arms around his neck.
He stooped his head to kiss her, but she moved her mouth at the last second. ‘Don’t kiss me.’ She whispered.
Draco hissed in anger and roughly pushed Ginny to the bed. Draco locked his eyes on Ginny’s body as he stood at the foot of the bed and undressed. Ginny watched awed just a little frightened as the clothes that Draco had worn as Harry fell to the floor and Draco’s hard muscled body (Eee!) was revealed.
‘Just remember Ginny,’ He said softly as he crawled onto the bed, ‘You asked for this.’
At some point in the night Draco reared up a little and bored his eyes into Ginny’s. She turned away and closed her eyes, but Draco captured her chin with his hand and drew her face back to his.
‘Don’t look away from me, Ginny. I swear to Merlin that if you look away from me I will kill you. This is me, Draco Malfoy. Not Potter, not Dean. I’m the man who took your virginity. I own you now. Just like you own me.’
As they lay in the aftermath of their lovemaking, Draco took the opportunity to plant a tender kiss on her lips. She didn’t stop him.
‘I love you Ginny.’ Draco whispered as he buried his face into her hair to inhale her clean scent.
‘Then you have four more hours to show me just how much. Because when your hours are up, I’m gone. Forever.’ She said as she climbed on top of his body for the first, but not the last, time that night.
A cloaked figure stood and watched a pool of blood in a large brass bowl. In it swam the image of a couple atop of a bed. A red-headed woman lay under the sinewy body of a young blonde man. The couple seemed oblivious to the world around them, especially the magical intrusion into this intimate moment. The young man drove himself into her body, again and again and she arched her back pushing her breasts against his chest. Her scarred ankles crossed over the small of his back as she screamed into the night.
The cloaked figure brought the image to the attention of a man standing nearby.
‘That is your son, Malfoy. See how he defies and betrays us?’
Lucius Malfoy nodded. ‘I will see that he is taken care of… and the girl?’
The Dark Lord pondered this for a moment. ‘I shall send Bellatrix to deal with her.’
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