Secrets

TWO~

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Draco Malfoy looked up with a startled expression on his face.

Quickly regaining his composure she heard him say, "Stop screaming Ginny."

Immediately she stopped. She didn't know why and it scared her.

"Sit back down on the bed, Ginny. I'll explain why you're here."

She sat.

"I should tell you," he began, sitting down next to her. She wanted to move but for some reason, was unable to. "that I put the Imperious curse on you before you woke up."

Ginny's eyes widened and she struggled all the harder to move.

"I'm sorry," he continued as she faintly registered the fact that she had never heard him apologise before. "It is only to insure that you do not do anything irrational while I explain the situation. If I remove the curse, will you stay quiet and listen?"

Ginny gulped and nodded; anything to stop the feeling of vulnerability that was threatening to overpower her at that moment.

Malfoy stood, walked to the window and turned, leaning against the sill. He muttered the counter curse and watched as Ginny immediately sprang into a crouching position, looking like a cornered mouse.

"Last night some of my fellow Death Eaters captured you and brought you here to Malfoy Manor. My Lord gave you to me as a gift for my loyalty and good service over the last few years. He expects me to use you as a sort of... ah, punching bag, I think; something to take my frustrations out on. He assumes that it will take me a little while to break you, but that it will happen eventually. I think he will probably check on you tomorrow, to see if I have indeed used you."

Ginny was horrified. She was to be Malfoy's sex slave?! The thought not only repulsed her, it terrified her. And not only that, she had no doubt that Malfoy would comply willingly with the idea.

But then she looked at his face, something crossed it fleetingly as he studied her. He frowned and shook his head, his platinum blonde hair falling into his eyes.

"I won't do it," he said. "I won't touch you. It's revolting to even think about. I couldn't think of anything worse than forcing myself on a woman."

This surprised her. It must have shown on her face because Malfoy gave a small chuckle and continued, "It will however be expected that I turn your allegiances. If we do it just right, we may be able to escape... though it will not be for a while."

Ginny blinked and thought hard. Why would Malfoy of all people be interested in escaping? It was a common fact that he was one of Voldemort's main servants, and not only that, he was well known in the wizarding community for his cruelty and malice. There was a reason why Voldemort loved having him on his side.

"Now," Malfoy said, snapping her out of her thoughts. "You need a shower. The bathroom's in there." He pointed to one of the door he had just come out of.

Moving to the third door on it's own, he glanced back at her, "The other door is a wardrobe. There are clothes in there for you so feel free to take a look."

"What's that door?" Ginny managed to ask, indicating the one he was standing by.

"This," said Malfoy "Is the way out."

And with that he disappeared through it and Ginny heard a sinister click of the lock when he closed it behind him.

Sighing deeply she moved to the closet, deciding to take advantage of the clean clothes on offer.

However, she was horrified to find what those particular items turned out to be. The closet was as big as her own room at the Burrow. On one side she saw Malfoy's meticulously cared for robes, shoes and other items. The other side held the clothes obviously meant for her. There were three beautiful dress robes; and an ominous black cloak with a white skull mask sitting on a pedestal next to it. However it was not the cloak and mask that scared her. There were draws and draws filled with seductive lingerie and barely there pajamas. This was all she had to choose from.

Sorting through the underwear to find the least flirtatious pair (a lacey dark green two piece) and grabbing one of Malfoy's green silk dressing gowns, she left that offensive room and retreated to the bathroom.

This room was beautiful. It was not too big, housing a marble bath and a simple marble basin, as well as some steps leading down to the freestanding shower. There was a door on the other side of the room, assumingly leading to the loo, and a towel sitting on another pedestal.

Ginny dropped her bundle onto the floor, discarded her own filthy garments and turned the tap, stepping into the blessedly hot water.

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Draco wandered aimlessly about Malfoy Manor for a good hour or so, not wanting to impede on Ginny's privacy. He did not like how chivalrous he was being, but it felt better than standing there awkwardly while she showered in the next room. He hated that feeling. He had seen the terrified look on the Weasley girl's face, seen her thoughts as they formed into her worst nightmares.

Despite his reputation Draco couldn't stand violence. The idea of hurting another human made him sick and although it was what he did for his master every day, he would always take it out on himself afterwards. Whether that involved physical torment and self mutilation or simple mind charms to help him appear well adjusted, his guilt over what he had to do to stay alive was slowly destroying him.

After going to the kitchens for a bite to eat; wandering through the Malfoy gallery; and going down to the dungeons to act the part of sneering overlord to the Death Eater guards; he casually made his way back to his rooms hoping that Ginny was done with her shower.

On opening the door he heard the water still going in the bathroom and sighed. He was about to leave again when he heard a faint sound over the water.

Walking quietly to the bathroom door, he rested his ear against it. Quiet sobs were issuing from within. Cringing, Draco yet again made to leave. He was never any good with crying women.

Then, just as he was half way across the room, he heard a loud crash. In response the sobs grew in intensity.

Without a further thought, Draco entered the bathroom to find the pedestal that once held Ginny's towel toppled over and the shower still going. Ginny was sitting on the shower step, half wrapped in her towel, tears flooding down her face.

She did not seem to notice Draco as he deftly scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bed, casting a drying spell on her as he went.