Past the Point of No Return

3

"Wake up you wench," someone ordered as a sharp boot came in contact with Ginny's side. Ginny grunted into conciousness and almost thought she was dreaming. But Hermione was also awake next to her and Percy stood before them.

"Get up now," Percy ordered. Ginny ignored his orders yet Hermione slowly started to stand. She took Ginny's hand and tried to pull her up, but Ginny didn't move. She was staring coldly at Percy.

"Why Perce?" Ginny asked him suddenly. "Why Draco?"

Percy bent down near her face.

"Because I will always be on the winning side," he hissed in her ear and he raised his hand to strike her. But a shadow cast on the wall suddenly stopped him.

"Percy..."

Draco stood in the doorway.

"You do not strike them," Draco said coldly. "Never. You understand?"

"Y-yes," Percy stammered. "Yes m-my Lord."

"Yes Percy," Draco said, now pacing the room. "Let me remind you who came to you at the Headquarters and took you under his wing. Let me remind you who pulled you from that mess of idiotic twits and took you to the victorious side. Let me remind you who murdered your enemies and taught you all he knew. Let me REMIND you that you owe me everything. You follow my orders, you shall not be punished. But raise a hand to either of them again without my approval and it shall not go unpunished. Remember that. Always."

"Y-yes my Lord," Percy stammered once more as he stood up and backed away from Ginny.

"I ordered you to bring them to me, did I not? Now get them and meet me in my office." And with that, Draco was gone. Percy turned to Ginny.

"You stupid little bitch," Percy hissed at her as he roughly grabbed her arm and yanked her to her feet. "You almost got me killed!"

"It's not my fault," Ginny responded coolly, even as his feirce grip cut off the circulation in her hand. "I do believe that you deserve whatever he dishes out to you."

"Come with me, Mudblood," Percy ordered as he took Hermione's arm as well. She whimpered softly as his fingernails cut into her skin, yet she did not resist as he pulled them towards the door.

He half-dragged them through the door and down the long hallways to the same room that they had been in the night before. The door opened for them as they approached and Draco sat at his father's desk. There were two other Death Eaters in the room, both with their faces masked and their bodies covered with long black robes.

"Good morning ladies," Draco said lazily with a small smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "I trust you slept well?"

Niether girls responded. Hermione suddenly struggled against the grip on her arm but Percy held her strong.

"Why do you want us?" Ginny asked suddenly and Draco turned his cold eyes to her.

"Because now I have everything I have ever wanted."

"A Mudblood?" Hermione piped in. "What would you want with me, a filthy Mudblood?"

"You both hold secrets deep inside your souls. Perhaps I strive to find the new hiding spot of your dear friends, Albus and his other Muggle-lovers. Or perhaps, I just want you." Draco drew closer to them. "You know,"--he put his hand to Hermione's throat and she leaned back against Percy's body--"you aren't that terribly ugly for a Mudblood. Perhaps,"--he stroked at her throat with his thumb--"you may be the one exception of this rule of mine. No touching Mudbloods. Ah, but look at this." He pulled his leathers gloves from his hands and put them in his pocket. "I touch you with my bare fingers. And I am not tainted." He stroked at her neck. But suddenly, he turned to Ginny.

"Ahhh, pureblood." He stroked at her neck with his bare fingers and she squirmed away from him. She winced as Percy's fingers dug deeper into her arm, yet she continued to move away.

"Percy, you may remove your hand from her now." Percy released his grip on Ginny. "Oh, but do keep your hands on the Mudblood." Draco winked at Percy as he took both of Ginny's arms softly in his own hands. Percy let go of Hermione, but in a split second he had rearranged her. He held her flat against his body with his arm reaching around her to hold her wrists in front of her. His other hand gripped at her waist, where he was pushing it into his pelvis.

Draco held Ginny facing him with both of his hands softly on her upper arms. He did not hurt her, but his hands were freezing and she tried to pull away from his grip. Although the touch of his hands froze her, the cold seemed to quench the fire burning in the gashes on her arm from Percy's fingernails. She relaxed as he allowed her to move away from him slightly. She pulled back from him and her back hit the wall.

"There is no running," he whispered to her as he drew closer to her. "If you don't fight me, I will not have to hurt you. I will not leave you battered and bruised. But you can't fight me."

Ginny's eyes shot to Hermione, yet Hermione's eyes were screwed tight with the effort of not screaming at Percy. He was moving his hand up and down her hip and his foot was inching its way between her own feet.

"Don't fight me," Draco whispered again and Ginny flinched as she realized that he was only inches from her face.

Ginny looked back to him.

"I won't," she whispered back as he drew closer and closer. "But don't let him hurt Hermione. I'll do whatever, just don't hurt her."

"Very well, come with me," Draco answered and he took Ginny's hand in his. Ginny looked down at their joined hands as he pulled her towards a door on the opposite side of the room. As they approached the door, Draco turned back to Percy.

"Do whatever you want with her."