Paid in Full

Paid in Full

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Disclaimer: I own nothing.

A/N: Post-Hogwarts. Ginny is 18, Draco is 19.

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. Well this chapter is safe... for now

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Chapter One: The Offer

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"and generally my generation

wouldn't be caught dead working for the man

and generally I agree with them

trouble is you gotta have yourself an alternate plan"

Any DiFranco - Not a pretty Girl

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Ginny Weasley nervously checked her reflection in the window, straightening her linen suit and patting her hair one last time before crossing the street and entering the looming building.

Gringotts. Ginny prayed she even had a chance of making the Goblins see things her way.

Her father had died during her fifth year, killed by a curse aimed for Harry. The Weasley clan had been devastated, her mother more than anyone. As her brothers had all moved out, with the exception of Ron who was still in school, no one had noticed how Molly Weasley had withdrawn from everyday life and was letting things fall apart around her. She was so consumed in grief that she had become unable to withstand the hassles of everyday life. And no one had noticed, too preoccupied with their own troubles: the defeat of Voldemort, getting over the losses they had all suffered. Arthur Weasley might have been the closest but others had fallen in battle as well. And it was not until Ginny returned from her seventh and last year at Hogwarts that she realized how badly her mother had dealt with the loss of her husband of 30 years.

By then it was almost too late.

Gringotts was about to repossess the Burrow, the only home Ginny had ever known. The place she had been born and raised, her haven and shelter.

That was why she was here today. Hoping that maybe she could talk some sense into those infernal Goblins. She had lost too much in the war, she would not lose this.

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The Goblin watched as the young redhead ranted and raved, occasionally wiping angry tears from her cheek.

He sympathized; he really did, well, as much as a Goblin might sympathize, that is. However, the girl had been talking, threatening, and begging for over two hours and frankly he was getting fed up with it.

"I'm sorry Miss Weasley, but I am unable to assist you. Your mother's bill has not been paid on time, and unless you can present Gringotts with the sum of 56, 234 galleons by the end of the week, we will have no choice but to foreclose on the debt."

"But . . ."

"I'm sorry; there is nothing I can do. Now if you would excuse me, I have another appointment."

He gestured towards the door, clearly waiting for her to leave.

Ginny gathered her purse and rose from her seat, desperately holding back her tears. This had been her last hope. She knew it was a long shot, but now she was grasping at straws with both hands.

"Right, thank you for your time." She tried to smile at the Goblin but failed as she practically stumbled towards the door, afraid that her knees would give in.

And they did… as she practically fell into the arms of the last person she wanted to see.

"Ah, Mr. Malfoy," the Goblin greeted him. "Here to discuss your late father's estate I presume?"

Draco nodded at the Goblin, but his attention was focused on the young woman in his arms. Virginia Weasley.

It had been a year. He had not seen her since the end of his seventh year. She looked mostly the same -- a bit more mature perhaps, but that was to be expected.

He raised an eyebrow at her; she made such an appealing picture lying in his arms. And she felt good, too; soft and yielding.

"Really Weasley," he drawled, "Don't you have anything better to do than jumping my bones?"

Ginny scrambled to get away from him.

Damn it, why did she have to run into him of all people? She hadn't spoken to him since the end of her sixth year, something she had been grateful for. She could still remember their last exchange.

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It was late in May, and graduation for the Gryffindor golden team was only a week away. An event Ginny both feared and longed for. It meant the end of an era, both good and bad, and with the demise of Voldemort two months earlier, the trio could finally live their lives without fear of Death Eater attacks.

She was heading down to the library to put in one last study session for her transfiguration exam in the morning when she suddenly bumped into something, or rather someone.

"Watch where you're going, you idiot." A familiar voice hissed into her ear as she tried to untangle herself from the other person. Malfoy.

"Shut up Malfoy, it's not as if you own the damn corridor."

"Oh feisty," the Slytherin smirked.

Ginny made a rather obscene gesture in his direction. "Screw you, Malfoy!"

"Don't mind if I do."

"What?"

Ginny looked at the older boy, whose expression had changed from annoyance to something else… something predatory.

She got to her feet and started backing away.

"What are you talking about Malfoy?"

"I'm merely taking you up on your offer, Weasley. After all, it would be rude to refuse the lady's request."

Ginny snorted.

"Yeah right Malfoy, because you're just such a gentleman."

"Well, you're no lady so that makes us even then."

"Bastard!"

"I assure you little Weasley, that my lineage is exemplary, as opposed to yours which I am sure consists mostly of the dregs of society."

Ginny wanted to hurt him, she closed her eyes and fantasized of all those torture devices they had learned about in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. She wished she had a way to wipe that smirk off his face.

What startled her out of her rather gory fantasy was the feel of hands running down her back and over her buttocks.

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing, Malfoy?"

Draco smirked, the Weasley chit had a temper, and she had also grown into a stunning woman. Not that Ginny Weasley would ever be a classic beauty like his mother, but she was interesting. Her eyes were a bit too big, as was her mouth. She was too short and curvy to fit into haute couture, but she was interesting. She had a body like courtesan, a lush curvy figure. Her fiery red hair and blazing eyes held a promise of great passion. Draco would love to have an opportunity to show her just what the Malfoy men did to little girls that misbehaved.

He placed a firm pat on her rear, before leaning over and whispering in her tiny shell-shaped ear.

"If you ever want to figure out exactly what I'm thinking about, I'll be happy to show you, Virginia. Maybe you would benefit from knowing what a real man could do to you, instead of that idiot Potter."

Ginny flustered and spluttered, unable to form a sentence, as Draco trailed his hands across her figure one last time before sauntering down the hall.

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"Shut up Ferret boy, I would rather throw myself off a cliff, than jump your scrawny bones."

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Really? That could be arranged."

Ginny glared at him before picking up her purse from the floor and marching out of the office.

Draco watched her until she turned the corner at the end of the hall.

"Right then, shall we return to the business of my father's estate then?" he asked the Goblin. He suppressed the intense craving to follow the tiny redhead. After all, there would be time for pleasure after the business was concluded.

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Ginny found a vacant table outside Florian Fortescue's Ice Cream Parlor, where she ordered a cup of coffee. She needed a moment to gather herself before apparating home. She sat in silence, taking occasional sips of her coffee. She had failed, and at the end of the week she and her mother would have to move, leaving behind the only home Ginny had ever known. She buried her face in her hands, letting her tears flow freely, not caring if people cast strange looks at the woman sitting outside on the sunny June day crying.

"Weasley!"

Ginny looked up at the young man standing beside her table. "Malfoy, go away."

Of course Draco Malfoy was not the type to take orders, especially from young girls. So he sat down at her table.

"Stop with the wailing, Weasley. Puffy eyes don't suit you, and you are scaring the children."

When Ginny spoke her voice was still shaky from her tears. "Malfoy. I'm having the second worst day of my life. If you want someone to provoke I would be happy to participate at another time, however I am going to sit here and cry into my coffee, and if you don't have a death wish you will shut up. Because if I have to listen to any of your insults I will not be held responsible for my actions, is that clear?"

"Crystal. Now tell me what's wrong."

"What, so you can laugh at me? I think not."

"Maybe I can help you."

"Yes right, why didn't I think of that? Why shouldn't my family's sworn enemy help me out of the goodness of his nonexistent heart?"

"Just tell me. I won't leave until you do."

"Fine," Ginny huffed. "Unless I can pay Gringotts 56, 234 galleons by the end of the week they are repossessing the Burrow, and my mum and I will have to move."

"So?" Draco shrugged.

Ginny looked at him with disbelief.

"So? SO? So I will have to leave what has been my family's home for as long as I can remember, so my mum has lost her husband and now she is losing her home as well! SO!"

"Fine, it obviously means a lot to you."

"Yeah," Ginny whispered. "It does."

They sat in silence for a few seconds.

"Weasley, how much would if be worth to you if, say, someone would pay your debt?"

"I don't know, a lot."

"How much?"

"Anything… practically."

"Hmm, really?"

"Damn it Malfoy, why am I still talking to you?"

"Because I'm going to pay you 56, 234 galleons."

"Just like that?"

"No, I'm thinking more in the line of an exchange."

"An exchange? What kind of exchange?"

"For services rendered."

"What kind of servi… Malfoy you rotten, underhand, sneaking, Slytherin arse-hole!"

"Shut up Weasley! I'm, presenting you with an offer. Whether you decide to take it or not is entirely up to you."

"Never! I wouldn't… Yuck!" Ginny spluttered, making various faces of disgust, something that might have made Draco feel rather insecure had he not had the Malfoy confidence.

He got up from his chair and handed Ginny a business card.

"If you ever change your mind, Weasley, you know where to find me."

"Not likely."

"Still, I promise it would not be an entirely uncomfortable experience." His voice dropped an octave into what amounted to a wicked purr. "After all, sharing my bed is considered a privilege by many."

Ginny sat in silence and watched him as he walked away. When he was about 10 meters away, she had finally gathered her wits once more.

She muttered to herself as she left money for the tab on the table, and stalked in the opposite direction.

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Next week on paid in full: Ginny considers Dracos offer, and what exactly do Malfoys do to little girls that misbehaves?

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Paid in Full

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Disclaimer: I own nothing.

A/N: Post-Hogwarts. Ginny is 18, Draco is 19.

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. Thank you: To the lovely Babygrrl who took her time to beta this thing, and even offered a little cheer.

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Chapter Two: Bargaining

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I’m not trying to give my life meaning

by demeaning you

and I would like to state for the record

I did everything that I could do

I’m not saying that I’m a saint

I just don't want to live that way

no, I will never be a saint

Ani DiFranco-32 flavors

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Family.

It’s a strange thing. How blood calls to blood, mother to daughter, brother to brother.

Ginny had never considered herself to be a particularly good daughter. She had stayed out late with friends, even returned home drunk on occasions. She had fought and shouted, blamed and cursed, but at that moment… When she apparated into the kitchen of The Burrow and saw her mothers tears-stained face, her eyes so full of hope, she knew. A few moments ago she would have told you there was very little she wouldn’t do for her mother. Now she knew the truth; there was nothing she wouldn’t do for her mother.

So maybe that was why she lied, hoping that in the end it would turn out to be true.

“It will be all right mum, it will be all right.”

Twenty four hours later after another attempt to contact her brother or Harry -- something that had proven to be an exercise in futility, seeing as they were both aurors and right now on some deep undercover mission -- Ginny realized she only had one option left. Draco Malfoy.

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She was waiting… The girl at the front desk had told her he was in a meeting, and that he would return shortly. So here she was, sitting in his office, waiting. She froze when she heard footsteps stop outside and then the door opening. “Virginia.” It was a statement. Not ‘oh, what are you doing here?’ No. There was a certainty in his tone, a knowledge that he had won. “Malfoy.” “So, you have decided to take my… offer?” She closed her eyes; she didn’t want him to have the pleasure of seeing her discomfort. “What exactly is your offer Draco?” “Six months in my bed, and I will pay Gringotts what you owe.” “Six months?” She gasped, “You can’t be serious.” He smirked, “That’s the offer. Take it or leave it.” “Three months.” “Fine. You will share my bed willingly for three months.” “Okay… so when do we... I mean…” “When do we begin?” “Well, yes.” Draco scribbled something down on a piece of paper and handed it to her. “This is the address for my townhouse here in London. Today is Tuesday, and I will expect you there on Friday. When you arrive at the house Friday I will pay off the goblins. Is that acceptable?” Ginny wanted to tell him no. That it was not acceptable that she had to sleep with a man she had detested most of her life in order to keep her family home. But instead she nodded. “Good, I will see you Friday then, unless there was anything else?” Ginny shook her head, suddenly overcome by the realization that she was going to become some sort of mistress to Draco Malfoy. That come this Friday she would lose her virginity to her childhood nemesis. “Shall we seal the deal then?” Ginny looked at him, wondering what he meant. He waved his hand, signaling for her to come closer. Ginny walked slowly. Curiosity and resentment both showed clearly on her face, but in the end curiosity won. When she was within his reach, Draco pulled her onto his lap. “What are you doing?” Ginny whispered Draco placed a hand on her cheek lifting her face so that they were eye to eye. “Well I believe it would be fitting to seal our little agreement with a kiss, don’t you?” Ginny never had a chance to answer as his lips descended on hers.

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The days passed by far too quickly for Ginny’s comfort. When Friday finally came around she was a ragged mess of thinly worn nerves and unwelcome exhilaration. Over the last days she had come to an understanding of sorts with her situation. She was going to perform sexual favors to Draco Malfoy and in return he would pay off her debt. Part of her rebelled against the idea. And she was fine with that. It was the other part of her that made her worry. The part that touched herself late at night, when the rest of the house was asleep. The part that wondered with excitement how Draco’s hands would feel as they roamed over her body. The part that wondered what kind of lover he would be. The part that had lusted after her enemy for over a year, now. That was the part that had her worried. -----------------

She looked up at him with a grin before resting her head on the pillow once more.

“Same time next week?”

Draco gave a shot nod of agreement before tucking his shirt back into his pants.

“I saw your cousin the other day…”

“Blaise?”

“Yes, he came over for dinner.”

“Is that what you call it?”

The girl smiled at Draco’s irony.

“I mean he really came over for dinner. You remember dinner, Draco. It involves food, wine, occasional conversation.”

“You know you are getting a spanking for your impertinence right?”

“I’m counting on it.”

Draco growled playfully before lunging after the girl. Dina giggled and pulled the sheets around her in a futile attempt to avoid him.

It was almost an hour later when Draco was once more preparing to leave.

She watched as he dressed once more. It was almost frightening how much he resembled his late father: his cool and collected exterior, the façade the Malfoy men seemed so determined to never let slip.

She could see him absent mindedly picking up a miniature painting on the dresser.

“It was a gift from your father.”

“Oh. And you kept it?”

Dina smiled… “I don’t hate your father Draco, I never have.”

“But he was the one who forced you into this…”

“Draco love, the arrangement with your father, it was something I entered into with my eyes wide open. “

“But where you never… Didn’t you feel betrayed when he left you for my mother?”

“Draco, you know your father never left me. Your mother and I we understood each other. I knew my place in his life and your mother knew hers.”

“Did you ever wish he had married you instead?”

Dina laughed.

“Draco, I am immortal. The twenty years with your father where enjoyable, and I did care for him even if he was a fool at times. But I could never marry him. He needed heirs for his name, something I could not provide. We were companions and lovers, but never in love.”

Draco sighed at the woman he had known most of his life, the woman who had occasionally shared his bed since he had turned sixteen.

“Do you ever miss your own kind?”

“Lamias are not common, not even in the other realm and I find humans so amusing.”

Draco grinned at her, “Well, I am glad to keep you amused.”

Dina pulled him down into a kiss filled with all the erotic experience of a woman who had lived to taste all the pleasures this world possessed.

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Blaise Zabini was a handsome man, in many ways reminiscent of his cousin Draco Malfoy. But they were also opposites, strikingly so. Blaise’s black hair and eyes were a startling contrast to Draco’s silvery blond colors. They were about the same build and height, and had many almost identical features. As second cousins, the men had grown up together. Their mothers had been close, so it had been a common occurrence to see the two boys together. Over the years the two men had formed a strong bond. They were like brothers. When Draco’s father died, it was Blaise who stood by his cousin’s side, his shadow. Blaise had never minded living in Draco’s shadow. He actually preferred it. Draco was in many ways the embodiment of Slytherin. He was handsome and charming, came from old money and a good stock. And what probably had made him the prince of Slytherin was his ruthlessness. While Blaise shared Draco’s background, he did not have the ruthlessness or the ambition; the sorting hat had actually wanted to place him in Ravenclaw. So he had thrown his lot in with Draco. All in all Blaise figured it was an equal exchange. Draco got his cousin’s brilliant mind and strategy while Blaise got a protector and friend. It was a partnership more than anything else; the boys had been friends for their entire lives, confidants and occasional lovers.

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Draco was in a cheerful mood when he entered his study at the manor that afternoon to find his cousin in front of the fire waiting for him. “Cousin.” He nodded to acknowledge the other man’s presence “You seem to be in a good mood today?” “I am.” “Really? Why is that? Did you by any chance visit the lovely Dina this afternoon?” “Well yes, I also had a visit from Virginia Weasley.” “The Weasley girl?” “Yes.” “And this has lifted your spirits so?” “Yes… Tell me cousin, what do you think of the girl?” Blaise smirked; it was unusual indeed that his cousin wished to discuss women. “What I think of her? Red hair, brown eyes, pretty enough if you go for that type. Why do you even care Draco? She is not in your league; you should leave the good little Gryffindors to themselves. I am certain Dina does not leave you wanting another woman when you leave her bed?” Draco shrugged. “We’ll see. Virginia Weasley might prove to be just the thing; she will be coming to stay with me at the townhouse.” “Do you want me to move out?” “No, that won’t be necessary. I just thought I should inform you to avoid any unpleasant surprises.” “Unpleasant surprises?” Draco shrugged and grinned at his cousin. “I’m telling you to keep away from what is mine.” Blaise laughed. “Is that a challenge, cousin dear?” “No. I am simply stating my claim, and for the next three months Ginny Weasley will belong to me.” Draco exited the room leaving his rather bemused cousin behind. Blaise sat lost in thought in front of the fireplace. It was a strange thing for Draco to show such possessiveness over a girl. This required some scheming and he had just the person for the job. He tossed a pinch of floo into the fire. “Dina’s apartment,” he shouted before the flames transported him. ------------------------ Next week on paid in full: Ginny arrives at the townhouse, and gets a chance to know Draco intimately. What are Blaise and Dina plotting and who the hell is Dina anyway? All this and more…

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Paid in Full

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Disclaimer: I own nothing.

A/N: Post-Hogwarts. Ginny is 18, Draco is 19.

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.

Shout-outs: To Babygrrl for the beta and looking so damn good, I’m jealous

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Chapter Three:

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The Malfoy residence was one of those gothic monstrosities that scare the living daylights out of pretty much anyone. Truth be told it intimidated Ginny Weasley as well, but then that was the point wasn’t it?

As she moved to knock on the door, the massive oak slid open without a sound and revealed a man who seemed to have one foot, if not both, in the grave.

“Yes?” The man, who in fairness had to be younger than the house even if he didn’t appear that way, greeted her. His raspy voice somehow reminded Ginny of old parchment crumbling.

“I’m Ginny Weasley, I believe I am expected?”

The butler gave her a measuring stare, as if she wasn’t quite what he had expected, then stepped aside to let her enter.

“Ah yes, the young master’s new mistress.”

Ginny almost choked at the man’s insult, but something told her that was what he wanted, that this was a test of some sort. So she bit her lip, trying to hold down her pride and anger and smiled at him.

“Yes, that would be me.”

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It was shortly after lunchtime when the owl from the townhouse arrived. It was short and to the point as he had expected from Riley. The man had never made a secret of his dislike for the youngest member of the Malfoy family. Riley had come to work for the Malfoys after Narcissa and Lucius’ marriage. And his contempt for the Malfoy men had been made clear right from the start, which was probably the reason the man stayed at the townhouse instead of the manor, where Lucius spent most of his time. But his mother had loved the old man like a father, and she had refused to let Lucius fire him. Narcissa had once told her son that after her father died when she was in her fifth year at Hogwarts, Riley had been the one she could go to for advice. The man might be old, and at times a pest, but he knew the inner workings of the Wizarding aristocracy better than anyone.

Your Lady has arrived.

Short and to the point.

Draco couldn’t help but wonder what kind of welcome the man had given Ginny when she arrived. When Draco had informed the staff of Ginny’s arrival, Riley had made no secret of his objections. He had told Draco that if a young man of good lineage wanted to keep a lady, that was no one’s business but his own, but in bringing some harlot into the house his mother had resided in he was mocking her memory.

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When Draco returned to the house he found Ginny wandering the upper halls, past dozens of portraits of Malfoy men and women all looking at her with unnerving stares.

She sensed his presence behind her before he spoke.

“Hello Virginia.”

“Malfoy.”

“Did you have a pleasant journey?”

“It was fine.” It had actually been anything but fine, each step feeling like another seal on her fate.

He extended his arm to her, expecting her to take it.

“Shall we dine then?”

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Ginny had always expected her first time to be with someone she liked, at least, if not loved. Someone she knew. They would have dated for some time, and one day after dinner she would invite him up to her flat for coffee. He would kiss her, tell her that she was beautiful and after that things would progress. Not the most romantic of visions perhaps, but after Bill had taken her aside after her third year, telling her that Harry would never come for her on a white steed and whisk her away, she had settled for realism.

The one thing she had never imagined was that she would lose her virginity to Draco Malfoy, a man who had never hidden his contempt for her or her family.

Ginny was a virgin, but with six older brothers you picked up a thing or two about what went on behind closed doors. In many ways the Wizard society was old-fashioned, especially when it came to women. Even if you weren’t expected to be a virgin on your wedding night any more, it didn’t take much to be labeled as promiscuous. So even if there had been opportunities at Hogwarts she had never gone further than stolen kisses and light petting in dark corridors. She regretted it now, wishing she knew more of what to expect. Her mother was not the type to give her sexual advice, and from what Bill and George had told her, the first time was often painful for a woman. It wasn’t as if she was totally clueless. After all, Hermione and Harry had seemed to enjoy that part of their relationship.

But she was scared. What if Draco wanted something from her that she couldn’t give? She had known when she accepted his terms that it was unlikely their relationship would be comparable to Hermione and Harry’s, but Draco was cold and she had heard rumors from the other girls in her year that he enjoyed causing pain to his partner… She really had to stop thinking about this.

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They ate in silence. Ginny’s mind refused to cooperate and throughout the meal she kept seeing images of Draco hurting her. All too soon the meal was finished and Draco rose from his seat.

“We’ll have the coffee in the lounge.” He motioned for Ginny to follow as he exited the dining room.

As Draco opened the door to the lounge Ginny was surprised, most of the manor was very masculine and hard, and filled with dark wood and paintings re-telling gory battles and wars. This room was different; it was soft and airy, with windows facing the elaborate garden.

“This was my mother’s favorite room.”

“Really? I see why; it’s beautiful.”

He sat down on a small loveseat facing the window. “Virginia, come sit down.”

Ginny looked at him nervously. “Err, no that’s okay, I’ll just look around for a bit.”

Draco sighed. He had expected her to be nervous, but this was ridiculous. The girl was looking at him as if he was going to attack her. “Sit. Down!” He repeated in a tone of voice that would have made even the most air headed Hufflepuff oblige.

Ginny sat down, her heartbeat racing, almost sick with nerves.

“It seems to me that you have not been taking your new duties seriously.”

Ginny looked at him. Surely he wasn’t going to cancel the deal. He couldn’t. She needed the money and… “I haven’t?”

“Yes, I believe that a kiss would be in order seeing as how you did miss me when I was away.”

“I did?”

He raised one questioning eyebrow at her. And Ginny recalled how he had emphasized the word ‘willingly’ when they had discussed their arrangement. So Draco wanted her to pretend she was enjoying this. Fat chance of that happening, but she dared not refuse him. After all he was the man who was going to save her home. So she gritted her teeth and smiled at him.

“Oh right, I did.”

She approached him with caution as if he was some dangerous animal that would bite her given the chance, then placed a hurried peck on his cheek.

He gave her a look filled with mirth, as if calling her a coward, but let it slide when the coffee was served.

“Will there be anything else?” The maid asked as she set the plates on the small table in front of them.

“No, I believe we won’t need anything further for tonight.”

“Very well then sir, goodnight.” The maid curtsied before leaving them alone.

“Would you like some coffee Virginia?”

“No… Thank you. I’m full.”

“In that case why don’t we just withdraw for the evening?” Draco’s voice was smooth, and betrayed no emotion. And Ginny knew that she wasn’t ready for whatever was about to happen when they left the lounge.

“Well maybe a cup wouldn’t hurt.” She said quickly, doing a remarkable impersonation of a rabbit caught in the headlights.

Draco smirked, knowing full well that Ginny was trying to delay the inevitable.

They sat in silence, Ginny lost in her thoughts and Draco giving her a momentary reprieve.

When she had finished her coffee he held out his hand for her.

“I think it’s about time we went to bed.”

“It is? But…”

Draco pulled her off the couch and steered her towards the door. “It’s time.”

“But… and… Coffee.”

Draco ignored her rambling as he took her arm and led her towards the stairs.

“Ginny?”

“Yes?”

“Shut up!”

She nodded and let him lead her to his bedroom.

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Draco shrugged off his robes and placed them on a chair in the corner knowing that the house elves would pick them up the next morning. Now wearing only black slacks and a grey shirt he turned to face Ginny who was still standing by the door, looking as if she was going to make a run for it any moment.

“Why don’t you take off your robes?”

“Why?”

“Well, I would like to see just what I paid for.”

Ginny paled at his crude comment. She really wanted to slap him. To wipe that smug grin off his face, but she didn’t. There was too much at stake, so she slowly started unbuttoning her robes.

Draco watched as she disrobed. She was upset, her teeth were clenched and her back stiff as she pulled off her robes, then her dress. She turned towards him dressed only in her bra and panties and raised her chin.

“Are you satisfied with your investment, Malfoy?”

She looked marvelous. Pert beasts that seemed to be begging for a man's touch, Draco mused. Not just any mans touch -- his. Her stomach was flat, giving way to softly rounded hips. Everything about her seemed soft and feminine. Inviting him to touch. He reached out and pulled her closer; he could feel her body stiffen with resistance at his touch. And for some reason her reaction made him angry. He wanted her to enjoy his touch as much as he enjoyed touching her. He wanted her in his bed willingly; however, he would have her in his bed no matter what.

She stood still as Draco let his hands trail across her body. “You’ll do,” he whispered.

“Undress me.”

Ginny looked at him with apprehension, but he seemed determined to make this as hard as possible for her. His face gave away nothing.

She slowly started unbuttoning his shirt, her fingers shaking as she worked her way across his chest and stomach. When she finished, he shrugged it off and it landed in a heap in the floor. Ginny searched his face but he only looked at her expectantly waiting for her to go on. She started unbuttoning his slacks. Her hands were now trembling visibly. She could feel his growing erection beneath her hands.

She suddenly stepped away from him, scrambling backwards beyond his reach.

“I can’t…” she whispered.

Draco walked slowly towards her; she backed up until her retreat was halted by the bed. She looked around the room, as if searching for an escape, but came up empty handed. A look of defeat crossed her face before she returned her attention to the man now only inches away from her.

“Relax; I’m not going to hurt you.”

Ginny snorted.

Draco slowly pushed her down, onto the bed and crawled on top of her resting his weight on his elbows. She looked up at him with wide eyes, filled with uncertainty and fear. She opened her mouth to speak, but Draco interrupted.

“Hush, I wont hurt you.”

She nodded mutely as he pushed her further up in the bed; he let his fingers create a blazing trail from her collarbone, down the side of her breast before brushing over her stomach. She watched as his hand travel across her body, before it came to rest atop her bellybutton. She drew a sharp breath before raising her head to meet his eyes.

“I… I haven’t done this before.”

“I know.”

“Will it hurt?”

“A bit.”

“Right,” she closed her eyes and braced herself. “Do it.”

Draco almost laughed at her clenched jaw and rigid posture. “Uhm, Virginia? I think it might be a good idea for me to remove my pants first.”

He let one thumb travel lightly from the strap of her bra, down the silky fabric before reaching one of her pert breast; he brushed over the pale pink fabric seeing her nipple pucker under his touch. Ginny watched his motions with wide eyes, unsure of what he expected from her. It felt surprisingly nice.

He raised his eyes to hers.

“Did you like that?”

Ginny slowly nodded, her body leaning into his touch.

Draco opened her bra and let it slide down her shoulders; her shin was pale and smooth, like white chocolate. As he revealed her breast he dropped his head so that he could taste them. Ginny stiffened beneath him at first but with a sigh surrendered to his caress.

He slowly pulled her panties down over her slender legs baring her to his gaze; she was most assuredly a natural redhead. He brushed his fingers over her fiery mound, making her whimper as he probed her beginning wetness with his clever fingers.

“Did you like that, Virginia?”

Ginny’s hips rose from the mattress eager for his touch.

“Mm yes.”

He lowered his head to taste her, giving in to the need to taste her essence. She gasped at his unexpected decent and tried to close her legs, embarrassed by the extreme intimacy of his mouth on her sex, but he pushed her legs further apart.

“None of that now Virginia, we play this game by my rules.”

Ginny gave in, after all his mouth was doing strange yet wonderful things to her. She felt warm and flushed and she didn’t really want him to stop. As he sucked her small nubbin into his mouth Ginny let out a small scream of pleasure. The liquid heat that started from her center was spreading throughout her body and she wanted more. “Please,” she begged, not really sure what she was asking for.

“Hush,” Draco whispered before slowly penetrating her folds, finding her wet entrance. She was hot and more than ready as he slowly inserted one finger, then another making her hips raise in the air and easing his access to her. Ginny’s breathing was now erratic and interrupted by small whimpers of need.

“Malfoy, please.”

Draco sneaked one hand to unbutton his slacks. He had wanted her for so long: Virginia Weasley, Gryffindor’s little princess, Potter’s girl, the weasel’s sister, and now she was his. His to touch and kiss, his to use and derive pleasure from. If only Potter could see the girl now, begging for his touch.

“Say my name, Virginia.”

“What?”

“Say. My. Name. Who am I?”

“Malfoy.”

“Wrong answer,” he said, pinching her clit, eliciting a strangled cry from her.

“Draco, please.”

“Good girl.”

He spread her folds with his fingers, making sure she was ready before slowly pushing his length inside her. Just a little, before easing out, again and again inches deeper with each penetrating stroke until he reached the small barrier of her maidenhead. He hid a smile at the sensation, he really was her first, she was his. From this moment on she was his, no matter what. Nothing would ever undo this moment. And with a choked cry he pushed his way through the barrier.

It hurt, a ripping sensation within her, and she cried out. He stopped his movement allowing her a moment to get used to him inside her. And after a while he could feel her relax underneath him so he resumed his movements. It still hurt a bit, a slightly burning sensation as she felt him move within her. But the worst was over and she gradually started moving with him, in an ancient rhythm her body knew even if Ginny didn’t.

She felt wonderful, her cunt was hot and tight like a velvet fist around his length, Draco mused. And best of all she was his now. Not Potter’s, his. It was accepted in the magical society that when Harry Potter finally settled down he would do so with Ginny Weasley. Of course the magical community at large didn’t know that Potter had been shagging that mud-blood Granger since the final days of the war. Still it felt good, knowing that he had something everybody else thought belonged to Potter. He wondered what the trio’s reaction to this would be. He knew they were all on assignment for the ministry at the moment, but they would return. And he would make sure they found out.

He looked into the wide brown eyes of the girl underneath him and wondered what the trio would say, knowing that he would have fucked their little princess every way imaginable by the end of their three months together. The thought was enough to send him spiraling over the edge, shooting his seed deep within Virginia Weasley.

TBC…

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A/N: Post-Hogwarts. Ginny is 18, Draco is 19. Okay this chapter is pretty short… and dark. Think of it as a change of gears.

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.

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Chapter Four: Wake Up Call

Well in case you failed to notice,

In case you failed to see,

This is my heart bleeding before you,

This is me down on my knees

These foolish games are tearing me apart

your thoughtless words are breaking my heart

You're breaking my heart

Jewel - Foolish Games

Ginny's eyes opened slowly and she blinked, trying to clear the fuzziness of sleep, not sure what had woken her. She was not at home that much was clear; there wasn't an abundance of silk sheets at the Burrow. She felt movement behind her and her breath caught as the memories of the previous night came rushing back.

She had slept with Draco Malfoy. It was his bed that she had woken in, his hand that was sweeping slow circles across the sensitive skin of her hip.

The hand wrapped around her waist pulled her closer and she could feel him pressed against her back, even worse she could feel something pressing against her buttocks, something decidedly belonging to the male next to her. He was pressed up against her back, his skin touching hers, and she could feel his erection pushing insistently against the small of her back. Heat flooded her face and Ginny squirmed, making him tighten his grip and press her further back into his hard body.

Draco couldn't help but enjoy himself as he felt Virginia frantically try to untangle herself from him, it was wicked of him pretending to be asleep but he couldn't help enjoying the feel of her naked body moving against his. But as they say, all good things must come to and end and it was time to end this. He slid one hand over her breast, cupping the soft globe in his hand, enjoying the fullness of it as he whispered into her ear. "Stop jittering." She froze instantly as his breath tickled her ear.

"I have to… I have to get up now," she murmured softly, her voice shaking.

"Why? I'm very comfortable," he purred, rubbing against her.

Ginny looked frantically around the room for an excuse, any excuse to be free of him before her eyes fell on a dark wooden door in the corner.

"The bathroom, I have to use the bathroom." Her struggling increased and with a sigh Draco let her go.

He watched her as she slipped from the bed, pulling one of the silken sheets around her like a shield. Draco's eyes narrowed, he would have to break her of that and quickly. That delectable body was one of the main things that had attracted him to her in the first place and he would be damned if he was going to be denied looking at it!

His gaze was predatory as he followed her progression across the room and he smiled as the door closed behind her. "Escape isn't quite that easy," he chuckled, pillowing his head on his arms as he lay back in the large bed.

He waited for the shower to come on before he rose from the bed, knowing that the water would muffle the sounds he was making. He slowly made his way to the bathroom, carefully opening and closing the door, not wanting his presence detected just yet.

He stared, spellbound at the form moving behind the glass. She was beautiful. Standing under the warm spray of water with her head tilted back and her eyes closed she looked like a painting by one of the masters.

He opened the glass door and stepped in behind her, the cold gust of air alerting her to his presence. She spun, staring at him like a deer caught in the mesmerizing glare of oncoming headlights.

She opened her mouth, as to say something, more likely yell something but he never gave her the chance. He pulled her body flush against his and covered those luscious pink lips with his own.

Ginny gulped as his mouth descended on hers, she despised him. She truly did, yet at the same time there was something there, there had always been something there between them, - that raging wildfire of lust. They had proved that last night, Draco had always rubbed her the wrong way, but last night had felt so good. And all she had wanted was a moment to gather her thoughts, to come to grips with her newfound feelings, but he couldn't even give her that.

"Draco, please," she whimpered, hoping that he would allow her a moment of reprieve.

His large body crowded her as he pushed her against the tiled back wall of the shower. "You shouldn't have left the bed." He whispered into her hair, placing his hands under her buttocks, lifting her so that she was in position to receive him. "Don't leave my bed again without my permission. You belong to me Ginny, the sooner you realize that, the better things will be," Draco said flatly, staring into her eyes, willing her to accept the truth.

Ginny felt her eyes burning with unshed tears, she had known when she entered into this that it wouldn't be a walk in the park, that Draco would probably enjoy making her feel uncomfortable. But this was worse than she had imagined. She had hoped they could find some common ground, that they could make this work as a partnership of sorts. It seemed Draco had other ideas.

She tried pushing him away, but her arms felt weak and powerless, the tears threatening to fall were overwhelming. She felt him position himself at her entrance and she gave a small whimper of pain as he pushed himself inside her.

Draco paused for a second, giving her body a chance to familiarize itself to his intrusion. After all she was still sore from last night and he didn't want to hurt her.

Ginny tried to relax against him, but she didn't want this. Not like this, as if she was only something for him to use. But she never asked him to stop, she never told him to let go… She was silent as he took what he had paid for from her body. After all, she had entered into this with open eyes, she was his kept woman, his mistress; simply another name, in a long line of women, one that probably contained more names than she ever wanted to know. Ginny wondered if this was what they felt like, those women in the dankest corners of Knockturn Alley selling their bodies to the highest bidder?

But she still didn't speak. After all he had paid the price and she was his… for now.

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He left her in his bed. She had been eerily silent since their little tryst in the shower, but then she was a woman, and trying to figure out how their minds worked was something Draco had given up years ago.

He couldn't quite chase that lingering sensation that he had somehow done something wrong. She was so silent and pale, like one of those little china dolls his mother had kept on a shelf in the second nursery, the nursery they had never used because his father had decided that a second child was an unnecessary waste of time when they already had a male heir.

His mother had always wanted a baby girl.

He closed his eyes; no use reminiscing now was there? His mother had been weak and fragile, in the end that weakness had killed her. Draco shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, why would Virginia make him think of his mother anyway?

He closed the door silently behind him as he left

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"Draco? Are you here?"

Blaise made his way up towards his cousin's bedroom, it was almost nine and chances were his cousin had already left for the office, but still. He was certain Draco would like to hear how the negotiations with one of their major suppliers had ended the previous night.

He opened the door slowly and peeked in.

The sight that met him was nothing like what he had expected. A woman sat in the middle of Draco's large bed, scarlet curls tousled, eyes red and swollen from crying. She looked up when he entered but made no attempt to cover herself up.

"Is… is Draco here?"

She shook her head.

Blaise felt bile rise in his throat. He recognized her as the youngest Weasley, but he had to wonder what exactly his cousin had done to leave the girl in such a state. Shouldn't she be screaming, or covering herself up? The girl had to be in shock. He hesitated for a moment before entering the room.

"Are you okay?"

Ginny seemed to mentally shaking herself before turning to face him.

"I'm fine."

Blaise looked dubious, but didn't comment on it.

Instead he made his way over to the drapes covering the windows and pulled them open, causing a chain reaction, the rest of the drapes in the room opening bathing it in the harsh light of day.

"You should get up," he told her.

Her wide eyes followed him as he walked around the room but she still didn't move. Blaise sighed, apparently his cousin had made a mess of things and as always it was up to him to sort this mess out.

"Get up!" He ordered, hoping that his harsh tone might jumpstart the girl into action.

Blaise cursed as he saw the marks on her body, there was some bruising on her upper legs, and she looked to be in some pain… By the way she moved it was obvious that she was hurting.

"Damn it," he cursed silently. Draco should've known better than this. If the Weasley girl hadn't been a virgin before Draco had brought her to his bed he would eat his socks.

"He didn't…" Blaise paused before taking a deep breath and blurting out what he really wanted to know. "Did he rape you?" Blaise was almost afraid to ask her, but knew he had to know.

Ginny closed her eyes and swayed slightly making Blaise wonder if she was going to faint. "No."

Blaise sighed with relief; he knew his cousin could be cold and cruel at times… but a rapist? "What happened, then?"

"He just took what he paid for, nothing more."

Ginny's voice trembled as the tears she had been holding in filled her eyes and a strangled sob escaped her softly parted lips.

Blaise stared at her for a moment before moving towards the bed and slowly embracing the sobbing girl. He had never been comfortable around crying women, especially when it was his cousin who was the source of their tears.

"Shh," he whispered. "It's going to be okay."

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"Well, well" came a cool voice from the doorway, "isn't this cozy?"

Blaise could feel Ginny stiffen in his arms as he turned to face Draco. "You and I are going to have a little talk cousin," he drawled slowly, glaring at the taller man.

Draco quirked an eyebrow at Blaise's stiff tone "we are?"

"Yes, about boys and their toys."

TBC…

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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

A/N: Thanks to Ang and Alfred for the beta, I love you both for your talent… I might love Ang more but I am sure Alfred understands.

This chapter is dedicated to Mynuet who rocks my socks and Kirixchi who makes me lust after Lucius

Chapter Six: Games People Play

How stupid could I be
a simpleton could see
that you're no good for me
but you're the only one I see

-Stupid, Sarah McLachlan

Ginny rushed into the dining room fifteen minutes later to find Draco and Blaise already seated at the table. She had spent her short reprieve well, Draco noted as he took in her new black dress, probably acquired on her shopping spree with Dina. The clothing flattered her he thought before frowning, if she had changed her dress, then she had probably replaced the sodden panties he was now keeping in his pocket.
It was a pity really; he had so wanted to watch her squirm during the meal with an intimate reminder of their earlier exploits in the dungeons.
Dinner was consumed in a strained silence, Ginny was ashamed at the wanton way she had acted earlier and refused to answer Draco even as he continued to send her veiled barbs and innuendos throughout the meal. The situation was made even worse by the presence of Blaise at the other end of the table. It was bad enough that she had responded so heatedly to Draco, but the fact that Blaise now listened to Draco's seemingly innocent observations about how Ginny seemed to be unnaturally hot this evening made the meal almost unbearable.

She couldn't get over the way she had acted in the dungeon; she had resigned herself to sharing his bed. In her mind being his mistress didn't seem all that bad when she depicted herself as the tortured heroine that suffered at the hands of the cynical villain. However all those carefully constructed excuses she had given herself when she had agreed to their bargain were falling apart. In the seedy basement his hands had lit some sort of fire inside her, it had made her want his touch, even worse it had made her want him. That was the problem, If she truly were the suffering heroine then she really had nothing to be ashamed of, now did she. But if she liked what Draco did to her that would truly make her his whore.

She threw a glance across the table, studying the man that was causing such havoc in her life. Draco had evolved from a whiny little brat into a very confident young man, one who was too sure of himself, and too aware of the power he had over other people. He was arrogant, stubborn and unfortunately for her, far too handsome.

Draco felt her eyes on him and suppressed a small smirk, Virginia Weasley was slowly coming around, he was sure of it. Soon enough he would have the chit eating from the palm of his hand. It might take some time to get her exactly where he wanted her, but he had three months to mold her. And that process would start tonight. It was indeed fortunate the youngest Weasley had been such an innocent before playing into his hands. By the time he was through with her, he would have completely broken her apart and rebuilt her.

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The meal was exquisite, but to Ginny it tasted like ashes. But at the same time she accepted several servings hoping to delay the inevitable. But all too soon the servants left them and Draco rose from his chair.

"Would you like to retire now, Virginia?"

Those where the words she had been fearing and Ginny squirmed in her seat. "Err I'm not really feeling very tired," she paused and tried to think up something that would allow her some reprieve. "Maybe I could read a book in the library for a while?"

Blaise offered her his hand and helped her off her chair. "Maybe you would like to join me for a nightcap?"

"Yes!" Ginny answered with a bit too much enthusiasm. "That would be wonderful", she amended.

Draco didn't even bother to hide his smirk as he followed the duo into the small drawing room. It the littlest Weasley thought that delaying the inevitable would be helpful in any way, he would just have to burst her bubble, wouldn't he.

He took a seat in one of the overstuffed couches next to the fireplace and watched with veiled amusement as Ginny sat as far away from him as possible. Blaise poured himself a scotch and offered Ginny a sherry but didn't offer Draco a drink, which indicated that their earlier disagreement was still not resolved. Draco didn't worry, Blaise would come around, he always did. And it had left him with an opening that he would not pass up.

"Virginia, darling. Would you be as kind as to fetch me a drink, a cognac would be nice."

The looked she flashed him held for a moment something resembling terror but too soon her defenses slammed into place as she busied herself by pouring him his drink.

As she approached him with all the caution one might have when confronting a dangerous animal, Draco couldn't help but send her a little smirk. "For heavens sake Virginia I'm not about to bite you."

"Not yet," she whispered, but Draco heard and gave a short laugh that made Blaise send him a puzzled glance.

When Virginia offered him his drink, he gestured for her to place it on the small table next to his seat. As soon as the drink was safely on the table, he pulled her down onto his lap.

Ginny gave a small squeak of surprise and tried to push against his chest, but when she realized that Blaise was on his way out of his seat with an expression that looked dangerous she calmed down, the last thing she needed at the moment was for Blaise and Draco to get into some sort of pissing contest. So she steeled herself against Draco's chest and sent Blaise what she hoped was a reassuring smile, before giving Draco what she hoped was a glare promising a painful death.

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Draco felt himself smile at the girl's willfulness; it had been a long time since anyone had made him feel so alive. It was a true battle of wits.

Virginia was determined to keep him at arms length but then he was just as determined to get much, much closer than that. And of course he would win; it was only a matter of time.

So when Ginny pushed herself off his lap a few minutes later and took her leave, he let her go, knowing that very soon things between them would change. She was a Gryffindor after all, and that would be her downfall, that foolish integrity that kept her from walking out the door and away from the bargain they had struck. That was the tool he would use when shaping her into what she had unwillingly agreed to become, the perfect mistress.

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It was almost an hour later when Draco retired to their room, giving her some time to calm herself, in the hope that she would be easier to deal with. He had of course been wrong he realized as he walked into his room to find it steeped in darkness, Virginia was wrapped in the blankets on his bed, feigning sleep.

The girl truly was foolish to believe that such a childish ploy would fool him, and he was already half way across the room when a thought struck him.

Childish that was the key, while there might not be much childlike about Miss Weasley's luscious body; her innocence was still very much present. He might have relieved the girl of her virginity but when it came to matters of the flesh, she knew nothing more than what he chose to teach her. And on that note he changed his plan.

Instead of rudely pulling the girl out of bed, demanding that she meet the conditions of their contract, he decided to take a gentler approach towards his goal

As he lit the bedside lamp and started to undress he could feel her curious eyes on him. The youngest Weasley might not like him, but she was attracted to him. And he had every intention of using that to reach his goal.

In three months her brother and Potter would be back, just in time to see their little princess's transformation.

As he let his boxers fall to the floor he turned slowly and stretched, seemingly oblivious to her gaze. He made his way to the bed and crawled under the sheets stretching out next to her. He could feel her tense up as he pulled her closer, letting his body molded to hers. He could feel his cock stirring as it was nestled between her buttocks and suppressed a small groan. But still he was intent on following his plan.

He let his hands cup her breast and smiled with appreciation as her nipples hardened with the lightest touch from his fingers, the girl might have convinced herself of her dislike for him, but liking and lusting were two very different things, and that was a lesson it was time for Virginia Weasley to learn.

As he let his soft attack on her senses continue he could feel her muscles gradually relaxing into his as he used every ounce of his talent to set her senses on fire. He worked his skillful fingers from her breast down her body, letting them play with the soft red curls at the apex of her tights. He heard the soft whimper as he pushed one finger deep inside of her moist opening and knew this battle was his. As he pushed her onto her back and placed himself on top of her, he grasped her chin and brought her eyes level with his.

"Don't ever shy away from my touch in public ever again Virginia," he threatened in a soft groan as he pushed himself inside her with slow painstaking care. "You are my mistress. Mine to touch, to play with and fondle as I please, do you understand?"

Ginny nodded softly as she looked into his icy glare. And as he started to move inside of her she knew with harsh insight that Draco intended to make her into what she feared the most, his whore.

He fucked her, with the strength of a man possessed that night, and in a way that was just what he was, maybe not possessed, but surely obsessed with this girl and what she could become in his carefully laid plans of revenge. He made her come, hard and violently, but Ginny knew that it was not done from a selfless wish to please her, but rather his vigor stemmed from a desire to teach her a lesson. That no matter how she wished it otherwise her body was treacherous to Draco's touch.

When she woke the following morning he was still there, not in the bed, but sitting in a comfortable chair overlooking it, and her. She got up slowly, pulling herself off the bed and wrapping the comforter around her, pausing as he lifted on hand in command.

"Don't hide yourself from me, Virginia," he said, "your beauty is part of what I pay you for. Hence it is mine to watch whenever I so desire."

She felt herself stiffen at the note of command in his voice but let the comforter drop to the floor as she stood in front of him, completely nude.

He watched her for what felt like a small eternity before crossing his arms in front of him as he started to speak.

"I have been remiss in your education it would seem, when we first entered our bargain I assumed you would understand what would be expected from you but I realize now that I was mistaken. Off course now that the matter has been brought to my attention I will do my utmost to rectify the situation immediately."

"Oh?"

"Yes, of course you should not blame yourself too harshly; I should have realized that with your inexperience you would not understand what I would expect."

"Really?"

Draco nodded before beckoning her closer; she stepped in front of his chair warily but tried to keep her frazzled nerves calm.

"You see Virginia, as a part of being a mistress you will have to show some level of adoration towards me, your master."

"Is that so?"

"Well yes, after all, I am the only thing standing between your mother and St. Mungo's, am I not? And as such I am entitled to some small show of gratitude on your part."

Ginny gritted her teeth at his high and mighty sounding speech and wanted to smack that infernal smirk right off his face, but he was right. He really was the person responsible for ensuring her mothers well being so instead she lowered her head meekly and feigned agreement.

"I think it would be easier if I informed you off your duties and obligations up front from now on so that we can avoid any more unfortunate mishaps in the future."

"And what would these duties and obligations consist of then?"

"First, you will always appear affectionate when in the presence of other people, if there is anything you object to or disagree with these matters will always be discussed in private, is that clear?"

Ginny nodded.

"Secondly you will never disapprove of my advances towards you, unless you are ill or otherwise indisposed, I expect you to service me at any time." He paused briefly as if to stress the importance of this command before continuing. "Thirdly, you will never under any circumstances reveal anything but loving feelings towards me to the outside world you are to appear as my most loving mistress, is that clear?"

"Crystal." She muttered through clenched teeth.

"Very well then, you may start attending to your duties immediately." He gestured to his lap. "It would seem that I could do with a bit of your loving attention before I leave you."

Ginny felt her hands clench up into fists, that smug arrogant bastard actually expected her to to but then it wasn't really as if she had much of a choice now was it, after all she had entered into this bargain with Malfoy by her own free will, and as he had said, he was the only thing standing between her mother and St. Mungo's, and for that she would have to repay him.

She straddled his chair and started undressing him slowly. First unbuttoning his shirt then his trousers, and finally letting her hand slide softly across his chest and stomach until it reached his hardness.

Draco hissed softly at the feel of her soft fingers wrapped around him, it felt so good, even better than he had imagined. One of her fingers rubbed his sensitive glans and He knew that it would take very little before he came.

He captured her mouth for a deep kiss, letting his tongue explore the soft cavern before pushing her off his lap so that she was again standing in front of him.

Ginny was confused, she thought she had been doing what he wanted, and then he had ended it. But she didn't think she had done anything wring, Draco seemed quite pleased with her.

He reached down into the pocket of his now unbuttoned pants and pulled up a small box, inside it was what appeared to be a small butterfly? Ginny looked back at his face and the smug satisfaction she saw there made her take a step back, Malfoy was up to something, that was for sure. And that look did not bode well for her.

He pulled her back between his legs, a firm grasp on her arm, preventing her escape. He picked up the small golden object from the box and fitted it across her clitoris, then leaned back to admire his handy work.

Ginny looked down, the tiny golden contraption seemed harmless enough, but nothing Malfoy ever did was harmless.

"What did you do?"

"Think of it as a reminder."

"A reminder?" She repeated.

"Yes, it will remind you of who you belong to."

He flicked the box shut and at that instant the thing started to vibrate, a soft pulse that seemed to send tingles of excitement straight through her system. It was so intense that Ginny's knees buckled and she would have fallen to the floor if Draco hadn't caught her and hauled her onto his lap.

As his fingers eased inside her she realized that she was already so wet, so prepared by this strange contraption, she needed him desperately. Whatever the thing was, it was working well, she had never imagined that it was possible to become so instantly aroused.

When Draco replaced his fingers with a much larger part of his anatomy Ginny was already in the throes of orgasm, her internal muscles contracting around him so hard, making it almost impossible to hold off his own release, but he did.

He remained buried inside her, not moving, letting the powerful climax that rippled through her do all the work, she came twice more before her let himself find release inside her.

When he opened his eyes again, Ginny was still straddling his lap, her eyes were closed and her breathing labored as one orgasm after the other rushed through her. Small whimpers and moans was escaping her lips as he lifted her up and carried her back to the bed.

As he changed his clothes he smiled every time he heard her whisper his name, sometimes in a begging tone other times in ecstasy. As he walked passed the bed on his way through the door her small voice stopped him.

"Draco? Aren't you going to take it off stop it?"

His mouth twisted into a malicious smile, which he hid well before turning towards her.

"As I said, it's a reminder. Don't worry, I only have two meetings today so I will be back in a few hours."

She looked at him with wide eyed disbelief as he turned and headed out of the room, he couldn't be serious, he couldn't intend to leave her here like this?

"Draco!"

Her angry shout echoed thought the hallways, and Draco smiled as the end of her scream reached an unnatural pitch when she came again. He twirled the remote between his fingers, Virginia Weasley was about to be taught a lesson and he couldn't help but think that he was just the man to teach her.

A/N: I'm so sorry it took so long to get out this chapter, I was going to post it before Christmas but an unfortunate series of computer problems banded up against me. *Smiles prettily and hope you forgive me*

To everyone who took the time to review: I love you. *throws kisses*

A/N: Thanks to Steph for the beta she is so fabulous. I want to say sorry for the long wait on this but those who read my Livejournal knows why it had to be this way.

Chapter Seven: "Beauty On The Fire"

Here it comes again
Cannot out run my desire
Cover my decent
And throw the
Beauty on the fire
Drawn towards the edge
Do I assume I could fly
Every secret shared
Why do I drink
The feelings dry
Don't go too far
Limitation scars

Beauty on the fire - Natalie Imbruglia

She had tried to fight the contraption Draco had attached to her. The problem was that every time her fingers came even remotely close to the damn thing it became more intense. Hence, her current position.

It had been an hour and a half since Draco left her and she had long since abandoned her attempts to get the bloody instrument off. She had also given up counting her orgasms. They had been plentiful.

So now she was lying in the middle of the bed, trying to relax. It seemed to help. The buzzing become softer only resulting in small, trembling orgasms as opposed to those harsh, panting climaxes that had seized her when she tried to get from the chair to the bed.

“Stupid manipulative prick ass bastard, mother-fucking piece of scum shit!!!” Ginny cursed out loud whilst imagining 30 different scenarios that all had the same outcome. Draco Malfoy’s painful and long overdue demise

“Now, now, Ginevra dearest I know you wouldn’t be talking about me.”

She pushed herself halfway up into a lounging position and spread her legs.

Draco grinned widely. “Now see, that’s more like it. I see you have learned your lesson then.”

Ginny glared at him in a way that made Draco want to check for mortal wounds but he managed to suppress the feeling, after all a Malfoy should never show any sign of fear.

“Get. It. Off.”

Draco kept his smirk firmly in place as he made his way across the room. He nudged her legs slightly, prodding her to spread them even wider. Ginny complied, opening herself completely too him. And he let his hand trail softly along the inside of her tights. They were sticky with her juices, the juices still leaking from her open pussy as Draco slowly explored her with light fingers.

“I hope you didn’t find your lesson to harsh then?”

Ginny glared at him. “Take it off damn it.”

With a soft press from his fingers the butterfly stilled its movements and fell from her aching clit. And the second it did Ginny sprang from the bed.

“Ginevra!”

Draco’s harsh tone made Ginny turn and face him.

“We talked about this.”

Ginny looked at him with what seemed to be honest confusion, as he motioned for her to come back to the bed.

She jumped slightly from leg to leg before bursting out that she really had to pee and then made a beeline for the bathroom, Draco pondered for a moment whether or not to tell her… but when a squeak and a moan was heard from her he knew she had managed to figure out that an other orgasm had just hit all by her own.

Ginny almost managed to fall into the toilet when another orgasm raced through her. She swore silently under her breath as she cleaned herself up. Her body was still tingling with the aftermaths of her resent sensual pleasure and she really didn’t want to enter the bedroom as long as Draco was still there.

She just knew that he would make sure that her body found its release at least once more.

She buried her face in her hands. Things had been spiraling out of control so fast and in all honesty she just didn’t know what to think of it all.

Draco Malfoy had been her first and only lover so she didn’t have any basis for comparison, but Ginny felt quite sure that he was a very talented man when it came to sexual side of their relationship. That wasn’t the problem. No the problem consisted of the fact that he was also an egotistical, slimy slytherin with what Ginny suspected was sociopathic tendencies and who would do absolutely anything to get back at his boyhood enemies.

Oh Ginny held no illusions on that matter. At some point the fact that she was Draco’s mistress would find its way to her brother and Harry and then… well then all hell would break loose.

She sniffed as she splashed cool water on her face.

Well Harry and her brothers would just have to rant and rave. She had done what she had to do and she would just have to live with the fallout, as would they... eventually.

Ten minutes later a slightly less disheveled Ginny Weasley made her way out of the bathroom to find the room empty.

Thanking every deity she could think off for this small reprieve she made her way to the closet for a change of clothes so that she could take a quick shower before his inevitable return.

She had just picked out lingerie when Draco reentered the room.

“Oh no Ginevra, you’re not getting away that easy.”

She whirled to face him as he lounged against one of the bedposts. He crooked one finger and Ginny obeyed immediately. She was next to him before the idea of denying the summons even stuck her, and by then it was too late.

Draco looked down at the nude girl standing in front of him. She looked truly divine. Her body was still flushed and trembling, her hair untamed. She looked wanton, and if he had anything to do with it that would be the way she would looked for the majority of their three months together.

He pushed her hair behind her shoulders and ran his hands over her shoulders and, down her sides, lingering at her breasts. Twisting and pulling slightly on her nipples he watched as her breathing became heavier.

He continued his careful exploration of her body, caressing her taut stomach and still soaking wet cunt. As his fingers explored her he turned her softly so that her back was against him. He entered her with one finger feeling her moisture flowing again ignited by his touch.

“Look at yourself,” he whispered into her hair. He lifted her chin slightly with his other hand so that Ginny was facing the large antique mirror that hung next to his dresser.

His eyes met hers in the mirror, him watching her, watch herself.

Ginny’s eyes widened as she stared into the silver glass, that woman she was seeing looked nothing like Ginevra Weasley. That woman’s eyes were glossy with passion, as her lover spayed her open and fucked her with his fingers. Ginny met Draco’s eyes and moaned at the erotic picture they made.

His slender fingers teased her wet cunt mercilessly, wringing reactions from her that she had never thought herself capable of. She whimpered and moaned her body writing against his, lost in the desire. And when he finally took mercy on her, entering her tight slick heat with one long finger and, curling it inside her, her relief was immediate. She keened as he pushed her over the edge and suddenly she could no longer see the mirror only the swirling pin-pricks of light that grew darker and darker.

Draco looked down at the girl slumped in his arms. In retrospect he realized that he should have given her a bit of rest and nourishment before he continued to explore the joys of her body… but then hindsight was always twenty-twenty.

He picked her up and carried her to the bed before he entered the bathroom to run her a hot bath. It was already five o’clock and they would need to get ready for the party soon.

When Ginny woke up 10 minutes later Draco was already gone, but she was not alone. One of the house-elves was standing next to the bed prodding her with one finger trying to rouse her.

She shot up, making sure that her body was indeed covered by the sheet before she allowed herself to relax again. It was bad enough that she had to parade naked in front of Draco Malfoy, but she sure as hell wasn’t about to put on a show in front of the house elves.

She wrapped the sheet tightly around herself as the little menace bustled around the room, picking out clothes for her. Then she made her way into the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind her.

She was allowed to soak in private for another ten minutes before the house-elf entered the bathroom. And in short order she was then bathed, moisturized and perfumed before the elf wrapped her into a fluffy robe and deposited her in front of the vanity.

When Draco returned to his room an hour and a half later, he couldn’t help his sharp intake of breath at Ginny’s appearance.

She was dressed in a pale green gown that perfectly molded to her curvy frame, accentuating her luscious breasts and slender waist. Her hair was in a sleek chignon with a few stray curls caressing her cheeks.

She was in short, breathtaking

He walked up to the vanity and placed his hands on her bare shoulders. As her eyes met his in the mirror there was a tension there in their eyes as they both remembered their last rendezvous, a tension that lit a slow burning fire in the pit of Ginny’s stomach as Draco’s hands softly caressed her neck and shoulders.

“You look lovely.” He whispered against her ear.

“Yes.” Ginny snorted. “Like a little doll, all dressed up.”

Draco grinned at the contempt lacing Ginny’s sweet voice as she viewed herself critically in the mirror.

“Yes, but there seems to be something missing.”

Ginny frowned at her reflection. “Missing?”

Draco gave her a boyish grin as he held up the jewelry box. He flipped it open with a well-practiced ease and Ginny couldn’t help the gasp that escaped as she watched the cool fire of more diamonds than she had ever seen in one place before. He laid the chocker around her throat. Its sparkling intensity held her in thrall as Draco used a small key to lock it around her neck.

“It’s not just a necklace is it?” Ginny could already feel the bile rising in her throat.

“No.”

And with that he put the key in his pocket. The collar already locked into place.