The Seductress

Virginia Weasley woke up with a soaring headache at the left of her temples. As she yawned, her eyes blinked into vision. It was a small room, in a forest green decor, and several other various items. She was lying on something rather soft, like silk. Groaning, as she got up, she felt her hands and arms ache everywhere. There was a striking pain everywhere in her body, especially her lower regions.

She looked beside her and screamed. Draco Malfoy was lying next to her on a green bed, sleeping peacefully. His eyes fluttered open through her screaming, and he finally had to place a hand over her mouth to get her to stop.

"What - what did you do!" she yelled, smacking him with a pillow.

"Stop! Ginny! Stop it! Virginia Weasley, you stop that right now!" he bellowed, finally avoiding her hand, which had caught aim to smack him.

"Oh my God, what happened to your arms?" Draco croaked softly, his eyes wandering on her clear flesh.

She looked down and caught her breath. The sleeves of the robes did not even conceal what was beneath. On her arms, were long, shagged scars, which followed throughout her skin completely. They looked hideous, and Ginny was in such shock that she did not dare to speak until sudden realization came to her.

"You - you've raped me!" Ginny accused, tears already pouring on her cheeks.

"No! No! Of course not! I didn't rape you!" Draco replied, his face filled with horror.

"Then what happened, Draco? You tell me right now why the fuck I am in pain right now!" she cried.

"I - you fell asleep in the library, and I took you to my bed, and then we both fell asleep! That's it, Ginny! I swear on my mother's life that I didn't rape you! All we did was sleep together- I mean, no, I mean, really sleep! I swear, oh God!" he groaned, eyeing the scars once more. Fresh new blood was now trickling it's way down her arm, and he felt helpless just looking at it.

"Oh God, it hurts, it hurts," she moaned, collapsing on the bed once more.

"Hold on... take off your robes," he ordered her gently.

"What! Are you insane?" Ginny yelled.

"Do it, I promise I won't hurt you," he pleaded.

Sighing, she slipped the cloak off her shoulders with a bit of help from Draco, revealing a short, black plaid skirt and a white blouse...that was drenched in blood.

"Oh my God!" she screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Please calm down!" he said, although he was looking quite frantic now.

"Do something, you bastard!"

"Hold still, you little spoiled brat!" he snapped, starting to unbutton her blouse.

"Wait! What - what are you doing?" Ginny asked him fearfully. He examined her. She was drenched with blood, and she was about to be half naked except for her undergarment. She was completely helpless, and although he knew it was sick, he was enjoying how innocent she looked right then.

"I promise," he merely stated, and tugged off her blouse. Trying hard to look above her neckline, he gathered up some fresh towels from a nearby bathroom and soaked them with water, cleaning off the blood. It was like a dream, surreal, not really happening, but the fact that it was scared him to death.

When the blood was cleaned off, only two more scars were left remaining, jagged on top of her chest.

"Do a healing charm, don't just stand there like an idiot, you moron!" she snapped.

"Hush, no need for that," he muttered softly. Taking a spare hand, his finger swayed softly throughout the first scar, and he felt her shiver underneath him. This made his throat feel dry, but as soon as he was done, the scar was gone, and fresh new freckled skin replaced it.

"What the fuck?" she whispered, her dry tear stains halfway on her face, and she was gaping at him.

"Stay still," he ordered in reply, running a finger again on the other scar, and soon, it had vanished too.

"What are you?"

"I don't know, okay! Can we please just concentrate on relieving your pain and not on my gifts," he said furiously.

Ginny waited patiently as the scars got replaced by new skin, and the pain was slowly going away. He handed her a blouse, after drenching it in water and casting a dry spell on it. She put it on, buttoning it, taking her time. He sat on the bed, staring at her.

God, she was ...

Beautiful? Yes, for the first time in Hogwarts, she had looked...beautiful. His throat suddenly caught in a lump, and he felt strangely sick. The only reason that she looked beautiful was when she had waken up, screaming in frustration, dreading in innocence, and smeared with...

Yes, blood. As much as Draco hated to admit it, she looked rather pretty with blood, drenched with it. He shook his head, calling himself sick and perverted. How could he think she looked beautiful in blood? It was just too sickening to think about at this moment.

"Can you stop staring?" she whispered, new tears forming.

"The least you can do is thank me, you know," he told her.

"Oh yes, thank you my precious, for raping me, and then healing me with the most absurd healing powers you won't even tell me about...you remind me of..." she stopped in mid sentence, her eyes clouding.

"Who?" he asked.

She took this time to do a rather strange thing. As she put on her robes, she showed him her hands, while looking at them. His eyes widened, and saw that tiny scars were placed on her hand, but no, these weren't like the ones in the morning. These were old, as if they had been there and producing for years.

"Just a little boy I met," she finished lamely.

"Oh," said Draco, watching her leave.

"Mal- Draco?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you." And with that, she closed the door, leaving him sitting on his bed with his thoughts.

It looked as if he had found out where the little eight year old girl in the satin red gown smeared with blood was.