The Virgin Maiden

Part Three:

The Hands.

They were so soft and gentle, touching her face and other places, helping her drink tea and potions. Ginny was in a state of half-awareness. She didn't know where she was or what was going on, but she did know The Hands. They took care of her, and were so nice and warm. She didn't think about who The Hands belonged to, and she didn't care at this point.

Sometimes she was in pain, and she would moan aloud. And The Hands would be there, lifting her chin and pouring a potion down her throat. And she'd fall asleep as The Hands stroked her face and hair. Sometimes, when she wasn't in pain, The Hands would pour tea down her throat. It was good tea, unlike any she'd ever had before. Probably expensive tea. She'd only been drinking cheap tea her whole life. This stuff made her tingle all over, and she'd sigh and fall asleep again.

She slept a lot, and never knew the time of day. In fact, she never opened her eyes, not for a long time. She wanted to keep her eyes closed forever, warm under linen sheets and The Hands giving her what she needed.

As time went by, Ginny became a little more aware. She sometimes felt The Hands touching her in other places, places that she'd rarely let Harry visit. But she was too weak to fight as The Hands fondled her breasts gently. In fact, it felt nice, and she couldn't hold back a little moan of pleasure as excitement filled her. "That's right, my pet," a voice whispered. "That feels good, doesn't it?"

After while, she began to try to open her eyes. But The Hands would quickly pour a potion down her throat, and she'd fall asleep. She rarely saw more then a crack of dim light, but sometimes one of The Hands would go over her eyes. She couldn't fight then, either. The peaceful darkness was nice.

But she had to open her eyes. She was becoming more and more aware, and The Hands began to scare her. Who is it? she wondered frantically. One day, when The Hands were giving her another potion, she whispered, "The Hands."

Her head went back on the pillow, and she felt the linen sheets tighten around her. "The Hands," she murmured again.

"Hush, my pet," the voice said, and Ginny fell asleep again.

One day, she managed to open her eyes. It was dark, with only one light: a single candle, she saw as her vision adjusted. She looked around curiously, but stopped when her sight reached the end of the bed. Someone was standing there, and though her vision was still blurry, it was unmistakable who it was.

"Mr. Malfoy?" she whispered weakly, and he smiled and sat down beside her.

"Well, well, Miss Weasley," he whispered. "Welcome back to the land of the living."

"What...what's happening? Where am I?" She was frantic now, and Mr. Malfoy placed a hand on her arm. She felt a panic rush through her. She recognized the touch. The Hands.

"Calm down, my pet, or I'll have to give you another sleeping potion," he said calmly, and Ginny forced herself to breathe evenly. He gestured around the room. "These," he said, "are my private sleeping quarters."

"Your...your bedroom?"

"Yes," Mr. Malfoy said patiently. Ginny had to force herself not to panic. What has he done to me? she wondered franticly. Did he rape me?

"How long...?"

"Two weeks," he said calmly, and Ginny gasped softly. He smiled, but it was a smile that made Ginny's insides go cold. "I've been caring for you, tirelessly making potions and nursing you. It hasn't been easy, and I even thought I'd lose you. But, here you are."

"You...wouldn't let me open my eyes."

"The light would've been a shock to you," Mr. Malfoy said smoothly. "I wasn't even sure if I should let you come to full consciousness tonight. But you seem alright, now. Perhaps you could even eat something."

Ginny stomach was in knots. "No...no, I think not." A sudden thought hit her. "You...saved my life?"

"Yes, my dear. I could've had a lot of fun torturing you, too. But I took pity on you, you pathetic little creature." He stroked her cheek, but Ginny pulled away in fear. A sudden smirk filled his cold, pale face. "You're a smart girl, Miss Weasley, are you not? Tell me, what happens when one magical person saves another magical person's life?"

Ginny took a minute to think about it, and gasped loudly. "No...no, it can't be..."

Mr. Malfoy smirked. "You owe me, my pet. Whatever I want from you, it is mine. And I already made my choice. You will be mine."

"But...but, I..."

Mr. Malfoy put a firm, gentle hand over her mouth. "Don't protest, my pet." He pulled the hand away from her mouth. "We shall discuss that later. Now...your name is Ginny, is it not?" Ginny managed to nod weakly, taking in the information he'd just given her. "Ginny," he whispered, as though considering it. "Ginny. That's short for "Virginia"?"

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy," she mumbled helplessly.

"Virgin maiden," he whispered, and Ginny stared at him. He looked deep into her eyes. "Are you a virgin, my dear?"

"I...uh..."

"You are," he whispered, and looked triumphant. "Fantastic. I shall have you, then, my dear."

"No!"

Mr. Malfoy smirked. "Not tonight, my pet, or tomorrow night. But soon, my little virgin maiden, I will have you." With that, he left the bed. Ginny breathed a bit easier now that he was gone, but he returned a second later, carrying a gold, jewel-encrusted goblet. "Drink this," he commanded, handing it to her.

Ginny examined the blood-red liquid. "What is it?" she asked in a feeble whisper. Mr. Malfoy looked a bit annoyed.

"You were easier to care for when you were unconscious. Perhaps a couple of curses will..."

"No, no!" Ginny cried, fear filling her as he reached for his wand. She quickly downed the liquid, and handed the goblet back to Mr. Malfoy, who wore a smirk on his face.

"Well, Virginia, it is time for me to bid you goodnight," Mr. Malfoy whispered. "But I shall be joining you in bed soon. Goodbye." He kissed her forehead, and his lips traveled down to hers. He kissed her lips gently, and tryed to pry her mouth open to allow him in. But Ginny wasn't giving up without a fight, and she turned her head to stop the kissing. Mr. Malfoy smiled down at her.

"You'll be hard to win over, Virginia," he whispered. "But you are mine, now. You owe me your life."

"But..." Ginny couldn't argue, as she fell into a deep sleep again.