Chapter Five: A Different Game
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The lyrics in this chapter are from the song Twisted Little Star by
Bertine Zetlitz
A/N: Post-Hogwarts. Ginny is 18, Draco is 19. This chapter has not been betaed, sorry bout that.
Warning: Lots of language, baby making activities and some kink. The rating will be Nc-17, and I'm
not bragging. If you have issues with some light sado-masochism, bondage and submission/dominance. Don't read
this.
Will you still remember
Twisted little star
Darker shining
Silently surrender
Twisted little smile
Twisted's gonna last a while
Draco slammed the door to his bedroom shut, effectively shutting Ginny from their conversation. "It's none of your business."
"It is now."
"What?" He turned to come face to face with his cousin
"You hurt her, Draco that makes it my business."
"I hurt her."
"Yes, you didn't see her… She had bruises Draco."
"And now suddenly the thought of a bruise or two on my mistress upsets you so?"
"She isn't like the others Draco, she is still innocent."
"Oh for Merlin's sake Blaise she is no more than a year younger than us."
"In age perhaps, but she isn't Slytherin, she is not one of us."
"I know that."
"Do you?" The doubt was evident in Blaise's voice "Do you realize how fragile she is? You could break her Draco, is that what you want?"
"I didn't know you had such calms cousin, have you suddenly gone all Gryffindor on me?"
Blaise huffed, "Of course not."
"Is there something else then?" Draco mused, "Maybe you want her for yourself?"
"Don't be an idiot." His cousin huffed.
When Draco responded his voice was as cool and under control as the steel in his eyes. "Blaise, she is mine. Don't get in my way."
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Draco reentered the bedroom to find the girl staring at him covered in the sheets she had obviously pulled from the bed. It annoyed him for a second that she found it necessary to cover up when he entered while she had been naked with his cousin.
He let his eyes wander taking in the bruises and discoloration on her wrists and he knew that he would find matching marks on her upper tights and hips.
"Virginia" The name fell from his lips as a soft whisper. He wanted to say that he hadn't meant it, but of course he was a Malfoy. Malfoy's did not apologize.
"You should put some ointment on that." He said gruffly, gesturing to her wounds. "We will be going out tomorrow; it will be a formal occasion so you need to get some new clothes." There he thought that ought to mollify her after all there was no easier way to please a girl than allow her to do some shopping on your account.
"I'll arrange for a friend of mine to come over and give you a hand."
With that he turned and left the room.
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Ginny got herself out of the bead with slow caution, unsure if Draco really had left or if he might come barging back in.
She just didn't understand him. Last night had been… nice. He had been so tender, almost loving in his attentions but then this morning he had been completely different.
She didn't think he had intended to hurt her, there had been nothing overly brutal in his treatment of her but it was as if he had seen her as a tool, a possession for him to use.
Oh Merlin now she was only confusing herself, Draco Malfoy was a cold unfeeling prick; she just had to live with that for the next three months and things would work out fine.
After all, maybe she was just another possession to him.
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When Dina arrived at the Malfoy townhouse just after noon she was filled with curiosity about this young girl who had caught Draco Malfoy's fancy. After all, as far as she knew Draco had never lacked female companions, and it seemed strange that he would go to such lengths just to procure this Weasley girl in his bed. And Blaise had told her that Draco had exhibited an abundance of strange behavior when it came to this girl.
The girl was in the process of getting dressed when Dina entered the room; she paused at the door for a moment taking in the girl's appearance, searching for whatever it was that had drawn Draco to this girl.
She was very pretty, not really classically beautiful, her coloring was a bit on the dramatic side for that. She was small, almost tiny especially compared to Dina who stood almost as tall as Draco.
Dina gave a soft cough to alert the girl of her presence. She twirled around looking as if she was expecting to see the fallen one himself in the doorway. Dina wondered what had the girl so on edge as she strolled lazily into the room.
"Hello Virginia, My name is Dina, Draco sent me over to help you."
Ginny held back a snort. Help you my ass, she thought, more like make sure I don't run for the hills after his behavior this morning, but Ginny wisely held her thoughts to herself and gave the woman what she hoped was a friendly smile.
Dina felt the younger woman's apprehension towards her, but decided not to comment on it.
"So Virginia, are you ready to go shopping? Draco told me we would need to get you something suitable for a formal affair."
"Yes." Ginny growled, "I guess he didn't trust me to pick out my own outfit. After all I'm a Weasley we belong in rags."
Dina raised her eyebrow at the girl's whispered comment.
"Belong in Rags?"
"Family feud." Ginny confessed with a slight blush she had not intended for the other woman to hear her whispered comment. "My family and the Malfoy's have a long and tempestuous relationship."
"I can imagine. You don't seem much like the girls Draco normally goes for."
"Is that so?" Ginny wondered whether to take that comment as an insult or not.
"Yes," Dina said. "I have a feeling you and I will get along great."
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Ginny was exhausted when she finally returned to the townhouse. Dina had decided that Ginny needed not only a dress for whatever formal occasion Draco was taking her to but she would also need a hair cut, a manicure, a spa treatment and the list went on and on.
She had been surprised by the other woman's openness when it came to her relationship with the Malfoy family. She wasn't quite sure what she had expected from a woman that was rumored to have been Draco's mistress and also Lucius's mistress before that. Dina was beautiful in a very exotic way and Ginny could definitely see what attracted men to her, she was also more open about her sexuality than anyone Ginny had ever met. In conversation she had let it slip that she would be happy to advice Ginny if she ever needed it but Ginny could not help to be cautious. After all if this woman really had been the mistress of more than one Malfoy man she probably had a couple of tricks up her sleeves.
As she stepped out of the fireplace she couldn't help but wonder if Draco had already returned from work, maybe he was waiting for her?
A scurrying house elf eased her fears by informing her that dinner would be served late tonight since master Malfoy had been delayed in some meeting at work. With two more hours to herself Ginny let the elves to unpack her purchases and decided to explore the house. The other night she had only seen a couple of rooms and if she was going to live here for the next three months she should be able to know her way around the house.
The corridor were Draco's room was situated contained only one more bedroom. The room adjacent to his was obviously that of a woman, which lead Ginny to believe that if Draco's room was the master suite then this was the room of the lady of the house.
She touched the soft green fringes on the bedspread; the room was calm and inviting. Very much like the sitting room she had seen the other night. It was apparent that Draco's mother had been responsible for both of the rooms. It had an aura of femininity and for a second she thought that her first impression of Narcissa Malfoy might have been mistaken. If the woman had been as cold and intimidating as she had appeared at the Quidditch world cup she could never have enjoyed such an inviting room.
She stepped out in the hallway and wandered through the corridor down the stairs onto the ground floor. From the main hall she could see into the dining room on one side and the library on the other. She suspected that Draco's study was somewhere behind the library, and decided to leave that for another day when she was not expecting him so soon. So instead she wandered beeper into to main hall, passing various sitting rooms as she went.
Across from the sitting room she had dined with Draco in the other night she noticed a small door, from what she had been able to see so far the placement of the door surprised her slightly, the room would have to be very small because she suspected the kitchens would have to be placed in that area. As she turned the handle and opened the door she was surprised to find a small staircase leading downwards. She stole a glance into the hallway but when she saw no one she entered the staircase silently and shut the door quietly behind her.
The stairs were narrow and poorly lit but Ginny managed to make her way down, she pulled out her wand and muttered softly "Lumos" to illuminate the room. She gasped as she realized what she was seeing.
The room was filled with what Ginny could only refer to as torture instruments. There were countless of whips and chains, shackles and restraints of every sort. Ginny looked around with wide eyed terror at what had to be the prison dungeon of the Malfoy townhouse.
Ginny turned to flee from the room only to find that she was no longer alone, cutting off her exit was the one person she least wanted to find her down here.
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Draco watched as Ginny stood awestruck taking in the contents of the room, you could practically see the terror in the girl's posture and when she whirled around to leave her face was almost comical in her shock.
"D… Draco. I didn't know you were home"
"Really?" He arched one eyebrow"
"Yes… I… I…. I bought a dress for tomorrow"
"I'm sure it's pretty." He said as he started advancing on her.
"So?" Ginny said, in what she hoped was a casual tone of voice. "Where are we going tomorrow?"
"Some ministry affair." Draco continued his approach.
"I think I hear the house elves calling maybe its dinner?" Ginny backed away from him, keeping their distance about even
"I think not"
"We should go see." Ginny insisted.
"Let's not."
Her retreat came to a halt when she crashed into the dungeon wall and Draco soon closed the distance between them, trapping her against the wall by placing his hands on ether side of her head. Ginny swallowed audibly as his mouth came closer, she could feel his hot breath against his ear as he whispered. "Last night I showed you my mother's favorite parlor, but I see you managed to find my father's playground all by yourself."
Ginny paled at his cool reference to his fathers death eater activities and seemingly on its own accord her palm slapped the cool smirk right of his handsome face.
"How can you say something like that?" she hissed. "My father died from people like your father playing their little games."
Draco's hand came up to cup her chin and forced her to meet his steely gaze. "It would be pertinent of you to keep your little hands off my face. I might overlook your little fit of temper just now but don't stretch my patience. You might be interested that my father never used this room for his bloodier activities. As far as I know this room was solely for his and my mother's pleasure."
Ginny stared at him for a moment before the full comprehension of Draco' statement dawned on her.
"Oh... Oh…" She blushed furiously
As Draco saw her obvious discomfort at the subject he couldn't help the small grin that started playing at the corner of his mouth.
"Don't worry," he whispered, "I won't start you on the whips and chains just yet."
Ginny yelped at his implication and tried to pull away from him but Draco wouldn't let her.
"Remember our little arrangement Virginia; you belong to me for the next three months. If I told you to chain yourself to that wall behind you, you would do it."
Ginny looked away from him but nodded with defeat, she had promised to be his mistress and she would do her best to live up to that agreement. After all at the moment it was the only thing keeping a roof over her mothers head.
"I am grateful for what you did for me Draco," Ginny started. "It's just…"
"You are grateful? I don't want your gratitude Ginny; I want what we agreed upon in our bargain nothing more nothing less. Instead of telling me you are grateful, you should give me a kiss."
"A kiss?"
Draco simply raised one eyebrow at her. "What's the matter Virginia? Scared of a little kiss?"
There were probably a lot of clever things Ginny could have done to avoid Draco at that moment, after all she was furious with him, but then she wasn't placed in Gryffindor for nothing, and if there was one thing a Gryffindor was unable to do it was to walk away from a challenge. So instead of slapping him, kneeing him or any other remotely sane course of action she fisted her hands in his hair and raised herself on her toes before covering his smirking mouth with her own.
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It was supposed only be a kiss, but for some reason it didn't end there.
If all Draco wanted was what they had agreed to in their bargain Ginny was going to do all she could to give it to him. She had no illusions that Draco had paid her family's debt out of the kindness of his heart. She had gone into this relationship with her eyes wide open. So maybe she had been innocent, and it probably had been naïve of her to assume that Draco would be the sort of lover who turned of the lights first. But she had agreed to this and would do her best to see it trough.
Draco's hands crept under the hem of her shirt bushing it upwards, letting them roam across her backside, finding the strap of her bra and freeing her breasts for him to explore. He groaned as he felt her pert nipples against the palm of his hand.
Ginny let her arms curl around his neck and as Draco picked her up to place her on one of the tables, Ginny wrapped her legs around his waist bringing them even closer together.
There was a slight popping sound as Draco ripped the buttons of her shirt open. He lowered his head to draw her straining nipples into the hot cavern of his mouth. Ginny suppressed a small whimper as her own desire started to bloom.
Her shirt was pushed upwards as Draco grinded his hips against hers and Ginny whimpered softly into his mouth as his hands left her torso and stroked the insides of her tights instead. His nimble fingers dipped beneath the lazy fabric of her knickers and explored her hot, moist center and then made her shiver with excitement as he ripped her panties off her baring her completely to him. The lacy wisp fell trough the floor forgotten as he renewed his exploration of her, brushing his thumb against her clit making her arch against him.
"Master Malfoy? Madam Weezy?" The thin voice of one of the house-elves interrupted the two lovers and made Ginny recoil from Draco as if she had been cursed. What was she doing? So she had decided to se the bargain through, becoming Draco Malfoy's mistress for the next three months, that didn't mean she had to enjoy it.
"Now that," Draco drawled. "Means dinner is ready."
Ginny hurried of the table and started straightening out her clothes. Draco pushed her slightly shaking hands aside and re-buttoned her shirt himself. "Don't worry Virginia; we'll pick this up after dinner."
Ginny blushed crimson with embarrassment before turning on her heal and all but running up the staircase.
Draco looked after her as her back disappeared up the stairs before turning and looking around the room, he picked up one of the smaller boxes lining the wall and cast a shrinking charm on it before pocketing it. As he turned to leave a scrap of fabric caught the corner of his eye and as he picked it up he identified it as the remnants of Ginny's knickers. He put it in his other pocket. After all it wouldn't do to upset the house-elves by thinking he was leaving clothes for them. With a softly whispered "Nox." the lights in the dungeons went out and he left. A soft grin played at the corner of his mouth as he stepped into the corridor leading to the dining room where Virginia was waiting. It was a pity that they had been disturbed just as she had started to truly respond to his touch. He absentmindedly batted the pocket containing the box from the dungeons and grinned with expectation.
They were most definitely picking up their previous activity after dinner.
TBC