Draco rolled over and looked at the redhead who was pretending to sleep next to him. “I know you’re awake,” he informed her in a dismissive tone.
Ginny opened her eyes while simultaneously rolling them, because she knew it would annoy him. “I wasn’t pretending to sleep, I was recovering, and catching my breath. It takes effort to fake that many orgasms.”
Draco glared at her, which made her laugh. “Right, I forgot. I’m not supposed to tease the scary Death Eater.”
Draco moved more quickly than she thought possible, and she found herself pinned under his weight. “Sometimes, you tease too much, Ginevra.”
Ginny smiled evilly up at him. “Maybe, I just want to get one more good shag out of you, before you run away and leave me trapped in here again.”
Draco sucked in his breath as Ginny began to grind her hips against him. “You know, you really missed your calling. You would have made an excellent whore.”
Ginny ignored the insult, even though it hit far too close to the truth. “You’re probably right, I’ll just have to settle for being the mistress of the Most Despised Wizard in all of England.”
Losing patience with their verbal sparring, Draco leaned down and bit Ginny on the shoulder. For the next few minutes, the only sound that came out of her mouth was his name. When he finally collapsed on top of her, Ginny sighed. “There, now I’m completely done in. Are you going to stay the night?”
Draco looked at the clock on the wall and frowned. “I should have left half an hour ago.”
Ginny watched as he stood up and dressed quickly. She did a quick scan for any new scars he may have acquired since their last meeting. He was still a handsome man, but the last four of his twenty-four years had been hard fought. He walked with a bad limp, and he had a scar under his right eye.
About a year ago, The Order had sent her out to find him. They had heard that he no longer fought in the field, and that he was now the brains behind the operation. Since his father died, he had been forced to carry on the Malfoy legacy of death and destruction.
The Order had set her up as a waitress, in a town that was frequented by Death Eaters. Her cover story was that she was out on her own after her fiancé died. Draco had found her one night, fending off the advances of one of his underlings. She had been grateful for his intervention on her behalf, but she had ignored his advances as well.
For the next few weeks, whenever Draco came to the inn to eat, he had requested that she dine with him. The owner accommodated him, and Ginny found herself having awkward conversations with him about their days at Hogwarts. He only asked her once about how she came to work at the inn. She had managed to work up a few tears when she described her life with her made up fiancé. He had never asked her about her personal life again.
Ginny had been staying in a room at the inn, and Draco showed up at her door late one night. He apologized for the late hour, and asked if she would dine with him. Since he was carrying a tray of food, she had little choice but to let him in. During dinner, he asked her if she was planning on returning to her family. She admitted that she hadn’t yet told them about her fiancé’s death, because she didn’t want them to worry.
While she was cleaning up their dinner, he had approached her from behind and kissed her on the neck. From that point on, she hadn’t needed to act. It had been years since anyone had touched her. She responded to him in a way she had never responded in her ill-fated relationship with Harry.
After that first night, he had kissed her goodbye and walked out of her room. When she went to leave for work the next morning, she found that a powerful ward had been placed on her door, and she was unable to leave. She didn’t know what to make of this. When a house elf appeared in her room later that day, she was amazed by what he told her. Apparently, Draco wanted to keep her safe, so he was confining her to her apartment. Ginny had laughed at that phrase, until the house elf had shown her that her connecting door now opened up into a sitting room and library.
Upon further questioning, the house elf explained that she had been given three rooms to do with as she pleased. One room contained a small kitchen, which was restocked with food every morning. The books in the library were replaced once a month, and new clothes appeared in her closet. It was a sad joke that Ginny’s life in captivity was far more lavish than her life as a free woman had ever been.
When Draco had returned a week later, she had glared at him and asked him why he was doing all of this. He had just smiled and replied that he couldn’t have The Order knowing what he was doing all of the time. Ginny had been stunned, but she recovered quickly and denied all connection with The Order.
Draco had waited until her temper had run down, and then they had shared a meal. He told her that she was his guest, and that as soon as the war was over, she would be free to leave. She had questioned him about her freedoms. He assured her that she could write to whomever she wanted, and that he would review the letters before they were sent out. Because she was annoyed with her absolute lack of power, she began asking for outrageous things. He granted all of her wishes except for the ability to roam freely.
When she finally ran out of steam, she admitted that the only item she really wanted was a kitten to keep her company. He told her he would have the house elf pick one up immediately. Despite her best intentions, she teared up at her situation, and Draco had held her until the tears passed. When he got up to leave, she stopped him with a kiss. If she was going to play the role assigned to her, she would be in charge of when they were intimate. She told him as much before he left her that night, and he just accepted it like he had planned it that way all along.
Now it was nearly a year later, and she found that she enjoyed baiting him. It angered her that she was trapped in this situation of her own making, and the only person she had to take it out on was him. Still, he never hurt her, and never forced anything on her. Their words had become less than kind, but she knew it was all part of the game that they were playing.
Ginny never knew when he would stop by, but he never went more than four days without seeing her. When five days had passed, and she hadn’t heard from him, she began to send the house elf out to look for him. When ten days had passed, and she woke up every morning throwing up with anxiety, she began to fear for the worse. What would happen to her if he died? A part of her brain told her that he couldn’t be dead if the wards on the door were still holding. Every hour, she began to test the door. It held fast, so she tried to occupy her time with reading and cooking.
On the sixteenth day, he had stumbled in her door bleeding. She had rushed to him, and for a brief moment, she thought of fleeing out the open door. Her compassion prevailed, and she pulled him inside. She healed him as best she could with her wand. He flitted in and out of consciousness, and he told her the most amazing things.
His limp was self-inflicted. He knew if he was injured badly enough, they would remove him from the front line. His mother was hidden away in an apartment much the same as Ginny. Keeping his mother safe had become his number one priority after his father’s death.
He told her that this life was forced on him, and that he didn’t want it, but he couldn’t see a way out. Finally, he told her that he loved her, and that he would never hurt her. Ginny cried through most of these admissions, and wondered if he would remember any of the things he had said once he recovered.
After twelve hours, he seemed to stabilize. He slept soundly after that.
When Draco woke, he found Ginny by his side, covered in blood. He panicked until she woke up and assured him that the blood was all his. Then he looked into her eyes, and said, “I need you to help me get out of this. I can’t do this anymore. Write to The Order, and tell them that I will help them in any way I can, if they can assure my mother’s safety.”
Ginny had grabbed a piece of parchment and began writing. She spoke out loud what she was writing, so that Draco could approve of it. “Mum, I am coming home with my husband. We have many exciting things to tell you. I think that my mother-in-law will be coming too. I haven’t met her yet, but she sounds like a lovely woman. I’m sure you’ll get along well. You should probably make up a room for her too, as it seems she will want to stay for awhile.”
“Please tell my brothers that I will not tolerate any abuse towards my husband, as he has been very kind to me. For the sake of their future niece or nephew, they need to behave. They will face my wrath if any harm comes to what is mine.”
Ginny laid the quill down, and looked up at Draco to see if he understood. He appeared confused. Ginny walked over and kissed him on the forehead. “You do realize that you are going to have to marry me, don’t you?”
“Why would you want to marry me, after I kept you prisoner here?”
Ginny smiled. “I think that you were just keeping me safe, like your mother. You need to marry me for two reasons. I can offer you protection from the other Order members if you are bound to me, and then of course, there is the baby.”
Draco blinked. “What baby?”
Ginny smiled. “I could be wrong, but I think the reason I’ve been throwing up every morning for the past week has a lot to do with that last shag we had before you left. I annoyed you so much, that you forgot to cast a contraceptive charm.”
Draco looked at her. “Why didn’t you cast a contraceptive charm?”
Ginny smiled mischievously. “I was sent here on a mission. I was beginning to think I couldn’t accomplish it. The only way I could think of to bring you in was to give you something worth fighting for.”
Draco smiled. “You tricked me.”
Ginny nodded. “I did. The title of mistress was beginning to annoy me.”
“How could you be sure I would marry you?”
Ginny shrugged. “You may have been fighting on the wrong side, but you’ve always been an honorable man.”