Crystal Power

Chapter 2: - Virginia Meet Draco

"Oh, well then. I really must rush back to let him go and get the Ministry. Turn myself in to go to Azkaban when I did NOTHING!" he began shouting at her, his cool exterior failing.

"You're a murderer!" she screamed back.

"I'M NOT, I DID NOTHING. I COULDN'T DO ANYTHING LIKE THAT!" he slammed his mouth shut as if he'd just said something he shouldn't. "I'm not like that, my father got a little wand happy. I... Ugh, I'm going back. Unless you want to stay in the dungeon from now on follow me." Draco stood up unceremoniously, he blonde hair dropping into his face. He proceeded back towards the dreary building. He abruptly stopped and turned; Virginia wasn't behind him. He saw a streak of red running away. "NO!" he shouted at her before chasing after her. She stumbled allowing Draco the opportunity to close on her. Standing she began to run again but he was quicker and suddenly she was tackled to the ground.

"Ow," she panted, squirming in an attempt to escape. He held her firmly and flipped her over to stare into her face. He straddled her to use his body weight to restrain her. "Get off me!" Virginia thrashed around.

"STOP IT!" his voice cut through and caused her to stare back into his cold grey eyes, which narrowed. "Dammit, you are stupid. Your intelligence really wouldn't rival your wealth."

"You are seriously disturbed," she retorted.

"Do be quiet, girl. I have a migraine," he snarled.

"Oh well I do apologise, Malfoy. I mean I'm been held captive, I thought I was meant to escape. How stupid of me," she countered with sarcastic venom. He placed more pressure on her wrists, becoming aware that the top of her clothing had ripped.

"I'm sick of you already maybe I should have you tortured to death."

"Yeah? Why don't you just rape me and then kill me?" her voice was hateful and full of loathing.

"Are you going to behave?" he queried.

"Why? Don't you like your victims to put up a fight?"

"SHUT UP, SHUT UP!" he shook her aggressively. "I'm not going to hurt you, why can't you comprehend that?"

Her protests were silenced, and she stopped fighting. Her eyes were full of unshed tears glistening. He stood up and offered a hand to her; she smacked it away. But he held it out steady; his eyes conveyed an emotion that Virginia couldn't recognise. It looked foreign in them; his mouth was drawn into a thin line. She took his offered hand and permitted him to help her up. Her clothing slipped off her shoulder once she stood, she left their hands touching for a moment or two longer than was necessary. He dropped hers and then began to head back. She obediently followed him and they walked silently across the grass. He swung open the front door and waited for her.

"Virginia must you be so slow?" he asked.

"Hey, you hurt my leg when you tackled me," she replied.

"You've also got a bit of mud on the end of your nose," he pointed out.

"Again Malfoy, your fault," she replied.

"Come on, then I'll get you some clothes. There's a party tonight," she walked inside and he closed the door. He continued to lead her further inside. They went up a large formal staircase; he then turned left and then opened a door on the right of the hallway. He strolled inside; cautiously she followed. It was a large bedroom with a huge bay window.

"This is where you can stay," he said quickly. "I'll have food and a dress sent up for you. Feel free to use the bathroom. I'll check on you in a while." With that he left, his robes billowing.

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Chapter 4: - Dancing

Draco left Virginia and went towards his mother's room. He knocked on the door and waited.

"Come," the voice of Narcissa sounded. He walked in and smiled, his mother was sat reading a novel while a house elf filed her nails. "Draco!"

"Hello mother," he stated.

"I heard you did well in your N.E.W.T.'s, congratulations," her voice was even and not at all motherly. "What brings you in here?"

"Thank you, mother. I came to ask if I may borrow your dressmaker and elf," he said.

"Why?" she asked quizzically.

"There is a guest here and she requires a gown for tonight's ball. She also needs the expert attention that only your elf can offer," he explained.

"Oh, very well. I will send them shortly," she faked a smile and he took this as a dismissal and left issuing his thanks.

He then went to the kitchen and ordered the house elves to take food up to Virginia. Before eating himself he dined alone in the kitchen and then left. His father intercepted him at the base of the stairs.

"My Lord, preparations for the ball are well under way," he started. "What shall we do with the Weasley's?"

"Leave him in the dungeon with basic food. The girl is in a guest room and will be attending the party," Draco answered.

"Have you requested clothing for the girl?" Lucius sounded like he disapproved.

"I asked mother, what time will we be starting?" he enquired.

"Eight," with that Draco retired to his room. He went into his private bathroom and ran a hot foamy bath. He discarded his filthy robes and selected some for the ball. He chose a deep green shirt, black trousers and his favourite high-necked velvet dress robes. He returned and turned off the taps and then slowly he sunk into the hot water.

After spending almost an hour in the bath he climbed out. He dressed as the sunset, the clock by his bed read '5:15pm'. He combed his hair in front of the mirror and set it firmly in place.

"Oh, Master Malfoy you look wonderful," the mirror, crooned. Draco rolled his eyes and hurried from the room.

He barely knocked on the door to Virginia's room before entering. She was stood on a stool while his mother's dressmaker magically shortened the dress. Upon his entrance the dress was completed and she was permitted to step down. The dressmaker smiled at him and wordlessly left. She sat in the chair while the elf as ordered, presumably by Narcissa, filed and painted her nails.

"Very nice, I'm sure that dress cost more than your entire wardrobe, Little Weasel," he smirked sitting opposite her.

"Don't you insult my family, at least they cared and loved me," she raised and shook her fist and the house elf dangled off her arm. "Don't call me Little Weasel, ferret boy!"

"Back to childish insults are we?" his voice didn't react, however his eyes narrowed.

"Well, you were once a six foot, bouncing, blonde ferret. Kind of hard to forget," she grinned. "Of course, Little Weasel isn't at all childish."

"Your brother is Weasel and you're younger than him thus, Little Weasel," he forced himself not to smile. "I see that my mothers aides fixed you up. You look...."

"I look what?" she questioned, watching the elf bounce up, going behind her in order to fix her hair.

"Fine, you look fine. Green suits you," he replied quickly.

"Thank you," she smoothed down her lap. The green fabric had gold flecks in it that enhanced the gold in her hair and eyes. He watched the elf fasten her hair upon her hair leaving several strands to fall down and frame her face, naturally curling to add to the image. The elf had enhanced Virginia's natural beauty with few cosmetic products.

'She doesn't need all that gunk, she's pretty already' he thought

"You're staring at me."

"Huh?" her voice had interrupted his thoughts.

"Does my appearance make you speechless?" she asked smirking.

"What? Yeah right, Weasley," he furrowed his brow.

"Whom did you kill?" she questioned in a small voice.

"I told you, no-one. I killed no-one," he reiterated his earlier words.

"OK, then who was killed? Apart from Mum," her eyes focused on his.

"Who was there?"

"Mum, Dad, Percy, Ron and I. Fred and George live in Hogsmeade now and Bill and Charlie are at work." Virginia explained.

"Well then you answered your own question," he replied dismissively.

"Will you ever let us go?"

"I'm not going to keep you here forever, well not the weasel anyway," he smiled.

"Don't hurt him, please. He's not the nicest brother in the world but..." her voice caught in her throat.

"Yeah, I'll let you go tomorrow. Just promise me, that you'll not tell a soul that I did this?" his eyes were open and honest.

"You kidnapped me and Ron," she said.

"Have I mistreated you?" She chewed on the inside of her lip.

"Draco, you're different?"

"How so?" he asked blinking repeatedly.

"You're being nice, I mean you probably never said more than a dozen words to me the entire six years we were at Hogwarts together. But, every word you said was venomous." She held up a hand to stop him from interrupting. "I'd understand your father doing those things, I mean my first year he tried to have me killed or placed in Azkaban. I used to think you were just like him."

"Used to? I am identical to my father, in every way. I just don't understand this." He gestured to his surroundings. "The whole Lord of Darkness and Crystal Wand thing."

"If you let us go then I'm sure the Ministry will go easy on you," she told him.

"Ha, I'm a Malfoy. We don't do things the easy way and we DO NOT do things that'll help out case. That's the way it is."

"You said you'd let us go."

"Yeah well, we Malfoys also don't keep promises."

"Harry's an Auror he'll come and find us." She was stunned by his short abrupt laugh.

"Oh, I'm so scared. Potty is going to come after you." He reached forward and grabbed her face in one hand. The elf made a shriek and popped out of the room. "Why do you think that, Virginia?"

"He's Ron's best friend and my..."

"Your what?" he growled applying a greater pressure.

"Nothing." Her voice quivered but remained filled with venom and determination.

"Oh come, Weasley, you know that Potter just loves having you hanging around his ankles. He's really screwing that mud blood, he'd never appreciate you." Her eyes grew wide.

'Where did that come from?' he queried himself. 'She's a Weasley, nothing more than the lowest form of wizard. A muggle lover.'

"Don't you call Hermione that, she's better than you. She achieved higher grades than you did," the red head was infuriated with him. He squeezed her face again and then let her go.

"Look, Vir. I have no reason to keep you or that brother of yours alive. You are only in that state because I demanded that you be left. I'm sure Lucius has his ideas of why I wanted it that way,"

"You mean he?" Her voice was quiet and her lip trembled

"Of course, I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't want you once I'm done. Anyway..."

"Draco, please, you won't will you?" Again he chuckled to himself.

"Won't what?" A sadistic smile played on his lips.

"You won't r... rape me will you?" Tears began to form in her eyes.

"Oh, I won't but as for Lucius." She sniffed loudly.

'Why am I saying these things, she's scared,' he thought regretfully.

"Vir, don't cry no-one will rape you. I don't exactly like Potter or the weasel but that'd but low even for me."

"But, not for a Malfoy?' she finished for him a little smile curving on her lips.

"Bingo. Come on then Vir let's go. It's almost..." He stood and glanced at the clock behind her. "Quarter past. Now, Vir smile."

She smiled and stood; he offered her his arm, which she took graciously.

"Why do you call me Vir?" she asked as they left the room.

"Well, Potty and his other crime fighters call you Ginny. So...."

"You knew my name," she said turning to face him.

"Of course I did, I just wanted you to introduce yourself as you wished."

"So why Vir?" she repeated.

"Because everyone else calls you Ginny and I think Vir sounds so much more grown up." They walked to the top of the staircase and smiling they began their decent to the party. The door to the ballroom magically opened on them. The guests parted and several people gasped at them. Vir saw Narcissa and Lucius; they were smiling falsely at them.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," Lucius began. "Since time began there has been good and evil. They have battled in a futile attempt to defeat one another. It has been futile, for as one was defeated other rose to take it's place. This however stops now, we have the greatest Dark Lord among us and this time we will immerge victorious and the wizarding community will be purged of mud bloods and and half-bloods. The person to lead us in this is non other than my son Draco." At this everyone bowed to him except Vir who simply stared.

"Thank you for all attending at such short notice." The guests rose and looked at him. "May I present my date for the evening, Miss Virginia Weasley." Shocked mutterings echoed around the vast room but were silenced by a scowl from Draco. "Music."

A relatively unknown underground group struck up a haunting melody. He extended his hand and led Vir in a slow dance. Other couples joined in and soon the entire congregation was dancing.

After a few dances Vir and Draco dropped out and sat alone, in silence drinking fine French champagne, which neither particularly liked. Lucius approached them swiftly and after lowering his head he began to speak:

"My Lord, if I may I do wish to enquire how the girl is? I do take it that she was previously untouched," the elder man hissed. Her eyes grew wide with panic.

"I would not know," the young replied dismissively.

"My Lord you mean to say.."

"I mean to say that I haven't touched the girl yet I thought it prudent to wait until after the guests have left."

"A wise decision, but may I suggest something?"

"You may."

"I do believe that this girl is mischievous and that she may attack you. I therefore suggest that you bind her."

"Absolutely not," Draco snapped. Vir was getting scared and searched the room but kept listening to the conversation.

"But, my Lord..."

"I will have you posted outside my room, nothing more." With that Lucius left them alone. Draco stood and seized Vir's hand and took her to the dance floor. Another slow tune began and he wrapped her arms around her waist. Feeling uncomfortable she placed hers loosely around his neck; they swayed in time to the music. "I'm sorry, Vir."

She remained silent, looking over his shoulder. He eased his head down and brushed his lips over hers. Her tightened his grip around her and attempted to deepen the kiss. She'd had enough of this, he'd said one thing and then contradict himself. She released her hands from around his neck. She tried to push him away, but he was much stronger than her. Thinking quickly she executed a trick she'd learnt when she was fighting with her brothers. She drew her knee up and slammed it into his groin. He released her immediately, groaning and she turned and began to run. She didn't get far before every man in the room and their wand pointed on her. Draco righted himself and ground his teeth. He raised and lowered his hand and the wands were put away. He walked up to her and grabbed her arm; he then dragged her from the room. He pulled her up the stairs, she screamed briefly but he cut her off by shaking her. He then continued to drag her; he then opened a door and threw her inside.
She landed in a heap on the floor, her head lowered. He followed her inside seething.

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