Chained To You

Title: Chained To You

Author: Margarita

e mail: margarita_romanov@hotmail.com

Paring: Draco/Ginny

Summary: Draco buys Ginny in a slave auction and decides to have his wicked way with her.

Age: Characters are 16 and 17

Category: Romance

A/N: Okay this is just a little ficlet I came up with when I was bored and had an hour to spare. The plot is kind of lame and all in all I think the characters are flat, but who are you to turn away good smut? So enjoy and I’ll write something better later.

Dedication: I want to thank from the bottom of my heart Sarea Okelani for Beta reading this for me. Not only did she do the most amazing and fast job, but she’s probably the only reason I’m posting this fic that I kinda love, kinda hate, and kinda let kick my arse. Thanks girl, you rock!

Ginny stood at the front of the Great Hall and inwardly cringed. How had she been talked into this? What kind of a person was she to let her three idiot friends talk her into participating in a slave auction? Really, it was ridiculous, and not the kind of event that made her giggle uncontrollably with glee as it did her cackling friends next to her. This was honestly one of the most degrading experiences of her life.

Gathering the courage to look down at the audience who had assembled to watch and partake in the event, Ginny immediately saw the red, angry face of her brother Ron, seething in the centre of the room. She knew she was going to be in so much trouble with him later. Oh well; she was 16, and as much as she hated this game now, it was her choice to play it. Ron could just deal with it and move on. And while he was at it he could also deal with the fact that she had grown up. Next to her irate brother Ginny saw Harry and Hermione in their roles as Ron's best friends, on guard for any sign they would have to leap forward and pull him off someone. If anyone bid on her, she was sure they would.

But then that was not very likely. Her friends were the ones she was doing this for. To fit in with them. To watch them get all happy seeing how much their boyfriends thought they were worth. The fact that Ginny was clinging to her friends for dear life now that she had some was the reason she refrained from exclaiming how much she felt like a prostitute right now. No matter, it would be over soon, and she could go back to her dorm, safe in the knowledge no one had placed a price on her.

The chances of that happening today, in fact, were very low. In her later years at Hogwarts Ginny had, unbeknownst to her, developed once of the most delicious figures ever to pass through these halls. Coming in a close second to the 5’5 frame of curves was an angelic face framed by thick, wavy red hair. Altogether Ginny looked, to the boys who attended Hogwarts, like a burning mass of sensuality who begged to be kissed, and in some cases, groped.

One person in particular who thought this and more was Draco Malfoy. Standing in a far-off corner of the hall, he watched as girl after snickering girl got auctioned off for a couple of sickles here and there, all in good fun and the greatest show of teenage sexual excitement since the Yule Ball was left unchaperoned for 10 minutes last year. He, however, had a loftier purpose today. As harmless as this little game here was, its potential to be something greatly more fun and sophisticated was immense. He couldn’t believe the other males at this school hadn’t thought of it. Something to do with morals, he expected. That old story again.

Well he fully intended to take advantage of this. A little bit of pocket change for a Malfoy and he could basically buy a woman for the night. God Dumbledore was a stupid git. The old man would do anything to raise a little money for… well Draco didn’t know, but it was probably orphans, or someone equally unworthy of funds. The actual rues of this game were quite harmless. Girls went on stage. Stupid boys gave money to have them as their slaves until midnight, the whole thing bonded by a little magic. It was the little bit of magic, however, that Draco fully intended to take advantage of if.

Looking up at the line of girls, Draco noticed Weasley’s friends had begun their turn, their little boyfriends smiling and giving their hard-earned pocket money to have them dance with them tonight. Ridiculous, as they would have danced together anyway. Ginny, however, just stood there waiting. Her luscious body relaxed in a pose of boredom and irritation, arms folded across her generous breasts. The girl obviously had no idea what she was in for. Malfoy had chosen the woman he would have tonight. The woman who, without this event, wouldn’t even come near him due to fear, irritation and maybe a little bit of desire. Ginny Weasley would share his bed tonight - whether she liked it or not.

It was getting closer. All Ginny had left was one friend in front of her and then it would be her turn. She was going to be humiliated, she could feel it now. Everyone would laugh at her and she’d be snubbed, just like she was after the ‘diary incident’. Taking a deep breath, she forced herself to look calm and together, while fighting the urge to run from the room, double over in mock pain or just create a diversion. She had too much pride for that.

Finally it was Ginny’s turn. It appeared her friend's boyfriend had "bought" her for a generous amount, because she was currently running down to meet him, showering his face with kisses once she got there. It was so cute. Slightly sickening, but cute nonetheless. Stepping up to Seamus Finnigan, who was announcing this farce, Ginny swallowed before bile could rise in her throat and smiled at him. Turning to the audience, she waited for the embarrassment to begin.

As soon as Finnigan opened his mouth the crowd gathered in front of Weasley went into overdrive. There were bids left and right being placed on her delicious body and all Malfoy could do was wait until he knew the bid he had to beat. He had a feeling he could easily come up with the cash. He was right. Soon the bidding slowed down as boys across the hall ran out of money, and the few that were left searched their pockets for spare change. Stepping forward out of the corner he was shadowed in, Draco raised his hand casually and called out, "200 galleons" It far surpassed any bid made that night. From the corner of his eye, Draco saw Ron Weasley lunge for him and Potter pull him back.

But it was too late for Ron to do anything. No one there had the money to outbid Malfoy, and the magic binding the ‘slave’ and the ‘master’ together was strong. All Ron could do was watch as Ginny stepped down to Malfoy, shock etched into her features. She didn’t even seem to notice the hordes of disappointed boys surrounding her, slowly trudging back to the festivities around them.

Ginny looked up at Malfoy, confused. "Why did you bid on me?" she asked, nervously awaiting the answer.

"I just needed someone to dance with," Malfoy said, as if it were obvious, pulling Ginny easily onto the dance floor and into his arms. For a while Ginny just stood there, letting Malfoy sway their bodies to the gentle music, oblivious to all the dancing couples around them. Soon she gained the courage to look up at him, noticing the way he looked even better than usual tonight. His body somehow harder, his face more beautiful, as strands of his silky hair fell gently in his eyes.

"Don’t let this go to your head, Malfoy, but why do you of all people need to pay a woman to dance with you?" Ginny asked, finally voicing what was on her mind.

"I don’t. I just need to pay this woman to dance with me. Otherwise she’d completely ignore me."

Ginny sniffed. "You’re not wrong there."

"Besides, taking someone’s free will away for the night can have some very good points," Malfoy replied cryptically, causing Ginny to shiver in his arms. She didn’t know what he meant, but with Malfoy it would not be good.

Together, they both danced to the music for hours, neither speaking much, just wondering what was going to happen.

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A long time later Ginny raised her head, surprised to find out she had actually relaxed enough to lay her head on Malfoy's shoulder. She was also surprised to find he didn’t seem to mind. She’d had an unexpectedly nice time tonight and Ginny wondered briefly whether Malfoy had anything to do with it. He certainly wasn’t being his obnoxious self for once and it was a refreshing change. Maybe this whole slave auction thing wasn’t such a bad idea.

Ginny was content with that thought until Draco took her chin in his fingers and tilted her head back so she could look at him. "Shall we go up to my room now?"

"I’m sorry?" Ginny asked, confused.

"My room. Dancing’s nice and all, Ginny, but I’m Draco Malfoy. I don’t pay good money just to move around a big floor all night."

Pulling away as far as she could with Draco’s arms around her waist, Ginny looked into his face with a mixture of rage and fear. "You’ve got to be joking! You think just because you bought me in a silly little school game that means I have to have sex with you? Are you insane?!"

"First of all, I’m not insane," Draco replied in a calm voice. "And second of all, you have no choice. The teachers here were stupid enough to think none of their good little students would take advantage of the ‘do whatever your master tells you’ spell. Unfortunately they were wrong as I am far from a good little student."

"I think I've figured that out by now," Ginny snapped, a deep sense of worry curling in her belly.

"Well done. Unfortunately for you, I didn’t buy you for your brains," Draco returned shortly before grabbing Ginny’s hand and heading towards the stairs.


On the other side of the room Harry and Hermione were finding it difficult to restrain Ron. They were slightly weak from having to do it all night.

"Where the hell does he think he’s taking her, the prat!" Ron yelled indignantly, fighting against Harry’s strong grip.

"I don’t think it’s any of our business Ron, Ginny is 16 now." Harry tried to be reasonable, always a difficult task with Ron.

"Ginny didn’t seem to be having too much trouble with Malfoy tonight either, she looked like she was having fun." Hermione tried to help Harry. But she seemed to have made it worse.

"My sister having fun with a Malfoy?! I won’t stand for it."

Getting frustrated, Hermione gave one final tug. "Ron just calm down. What could Malfoy possibly do to her?"

*****

"Lay down on the bed," Draco instructed, after closing the door to his room. Ginny spun to face him indignantly.

"You have got to be kidding me."

"Ginny, I assure you if I was joking my expression would be a touch more comical."

"This is rape, you know." Ginny put her hands on her hips, refusing to be timid in this situation.

"Actually you’re bought and paid for so it’s more like prostitution," he returned lightly, making Ginny clench her fists and dive for him. She was in too much of a rage to achieve anything, and within seconds Malfoy was holding her wrists in his hands, pressing her body tightly against his.

"I know this wasn’t part of the service I paid for, but I’m quite enjoying it." Draco smirked into Ginny’s angry face. "Keep it up," he provoked her, while one hand wandered down her body. “It’s not like you can do anything to stop what’s going to happen. If you try to resist the charm, it will just pull you back to within 2 metres of me anyway”

Ginny forced herself to stare back into Malfoy's face, refusing to back down, but soon she became extremely conscious of the hand running down her body and found it difficult to concentrate. His nimble fingers found their way under the edge of her top and began to caress the soft skin of her stomach, causing Ginny’s eye contact to falter slightly.

Fighting the feelings Malfoy was provoking in her, she wrenched away enough so she could gain the leverage to push and pull at her captor's robes wildly, yelling for him to let her go. It seemed like a good enough idea until Ginny’s hips slammed sharply against Malfoy’s front, and felt his rapidly growing erection. She immediately shut up and stopped moving, in shock. This provided the perfect opportunity for Malfoy to gather her roughly up in his arms, stride over to his bed and dump her unceremoniously in the middle, smirking as he did so.

Squealing slightly, Ginny tried to sit up while untangling herself from her dishevelled clothing and Malfoy's silk sheets, but before she had time Malfoy had freed himself of his shirt and tie and was crawling on the bed to straddle her waist. Too stunned and taken in by the look of Malfoy's pale, muscular chest Ginny ceased moving once more, sinking back into the large feather pillows she rested on.

"Malfoy how can I make this clear to you? You cannot do this to me you bastard." Ginny sounded out each word perfectly, stupidly hoping this was all a misunderstanding. Draco’s only response was to slam his mouth over hers in a fierce kiss. Angered once again by Malfoy's arrogance, Ginny opened her mouth to protest but as soon as she did his warm tongue slid inside her mouth and began doing wonderful things to hers. Relaxing slightly as Malfoy rested his body over hers, Ginny felt his hands come up to tangle in her thick, wavy hair, massaging her scalp lightly until she moaned into his mouth. Ginny fought the urge to cry out when Malfoy released her mouth with a noisy smack.

"Okay maybe you can just a little bit," she breathed lightly. Then she regained her sanity. "What am I saying? No you can’t!" Ginny’s eyes snapped open and she immediately began pushing at Malfoy, trying to get his weight off of her. Due to Malfoy's position and strength, that particular technique wasn’t working for Ginny so she tried to wiggle out from under him desperately. "Get off me Malfoy, now!" she screamed at him, but for all her efforts, Malfoy wasn’t even trying to hold her down. He had her right where he wanted her. Trapped. Giving one final attempt, Ginny lashed out at him violently, slapping and scratching his upper body, which to her satisfaction, at least made him shout a little. But soon he had grabbed her wrists and easily pinned her hands to her sides.

"Jesus you’re a feisty one aren’t you?" Ginny almost screamed at the way he grinned when he said this, as if her resistance was as much as an inconvenience to him as a fly that needed to be swatted. With the same predatory grin on his face, Malfoy held Ginny in place just by fixing his icy grey eyes on her soft brown ones. That freed his hands up to run them both firmly from her shoulders, slowly down over her breasts, past her stomach and onto her thighs, stopping only when he reached her knees to run his hands back up again, this time taking her skirt up, so it bunched around her waist. Unwillingly Ginny shivered and her breath hitched in her throat, before Malfoy carried on back over her soft breasts, up her neck and finally tangled his hands back in her hair. Leaning down to Ginny’s ear, Malfoy soothed in a honeyed voice, "Calm down Kitten," while he licked and nibbled the shell of her ear.

Oddly enough, this actually succeeded in calming Ginny down. Seeing no immediate danger in being mortally wounded, Draco felt it was safe to begin removing items of Ginny’s clothing, starting with the tight sweater she wore. Slowly he pulled the garment over her head, still on guard for any signs she would lash out at him again. All she did was stare up at him with her big brown eyes, so Draco moved on to the skirt that he had gathered around her waist, tugging it carefully down her long legs, admiring the view as he went. She really did have an amazing body, and the need to have her willingly was almost an obsession with him. But if it was a choice between forcing her or not having her at all, Draco knew what he would choose in a split second. When it came to beautiful women he was not noble.

Looking down at Ginny between his thighs, Draco paid little attention to the lacy white underwear and more to what he would find once he removed them. That was exactly what he attempted to discover when he once again bent down to her, reaching around immediately to snap her bra strap open and pull the underwear from her body. Taking in the perfect, luscious breasts in front of him, Draco grinned appreciatively, before taking them into the palms of his hands and squeezing them lightly, causing Ginny to moan. Moving his thumbs over her pink nipples, he rubbed them gently, the friction pulling a sound from Ginny’s throat that may have been ‘no’. Whether it was ‘no we shouldn’t be doing this’ or ‘no I don’t like that’ Draco couldn’t tell, but right then he didn’t care. He just wanted to run his hands over the silky, warm flesh some more. And that was exactly what he did, flicking his fingers over Ginny’s sensitive nipples and rubbing the large mounds until he could take no more and leaned down to taste her.

As soon as he did, Ginny cried out again. This time it was definitely ‘no’, but the way she arched up to meet his mouth and brought her hands up to tangle in his hair let Draco know she wasn’t dead set on what she said. Circling his tongue around one nipple, Draco let one of his free hands come up to palm the other breast, rubbing it roughly in stark contrast to his gentle work on her other breast. Soon he changed over, his fingers lightly dancing over the now swollen nipple on one breast while he began nibbling, then sucking roughly on the tip of her other breast. Ginny began making loud, incoherent noises so Draco moved down her body, letting his mouth work on her flat stomach.

After letting his tongue wander the smooth skin for a while, he felt pressed to move on so Draco let his lips wander further down until they came in contact with the material of Ginny’s knickers. Sitting up again, Draco began to remove the last piece of clothing she wore, while he himself still had on his trousers and shoes. Hooking his fingers around the edges of her underpants, he made short work of the material, pulling it swiftly down her legs and off her body.

Although severely impressed by what he saw, Draco was none too happy at the passive, motionless act Ginny had adopted and thought it was high time he got her involved. Leaning back down to Ginny’s face, he caught her lips in another deep kiss, pulling back leisurely to look into her soft eyes.

"Ginny, spread your legs for me, Kitten," he coaxed sexily, rubbing his nose lightly against hers.

Resisting everything in her that wanted to do exactly what he said, Ginny turned her head to the side.

"At the risk of being difficult - No," Ginny stated firmly, thankful she’d managed to stifle the moans that Draco’s hands back on her breasts were causing.

"You know Ginny, if you do it willingly I can make this a lot nicer for you," Draco drawled. "On the other hand I can make you do it anyway and you’ll miss out." She kept her legs firmly pressed together. "Okay."

Ginny wondered what he meant by that, but she didn’t have to wait too long to find out. Pulling back from her, Draco reached around behind her legs and began to run his index finger up and down her slit. Ginny cried out unwillingly, but still noticed Draco seemed less than surprised to find her already soaking wet. Arrogant git. But then that arrogant git was doing wonderful thing to her with just that one finger and before she knew it, Ginny’s legs had fallen open of their own accord, making Draco grin and laugh deep in his chest.

"See Kitten, it’s really no good resisting, I’ll still be able to play you." Draco leaned down to kiss Ginny lightly again. "And you are so much fun to play with." It was too late for Ginny to be angry or indignant. He had made her too far gone, and she found herself welcoming the fact he was removing the rest of his clothing.

Once all of their clothes finally lay on the floor Ginny gathered the courage to look at Draco, and wished she hadn’t. He was beautiful and muscular and ready and Ginny was terrified. Looking between his thighs, she saw he was huge and wondered how he was going to fit inside her. She had never done this before but she’d seen other penises. They were nothing on Draco’s and even then she’d known it would hurt. Closing her eyes Ginny braced herself. She was going to be in pain soon.

Draco easily sensed her worry, and covered her body once more. "Kitten, Kitten. Open your eyes," he persuaded her. Figuring if she didn’t, Draco would find another one of his ‘ways’ to get her to, Ginny slowly looked up at him, trembling slightly. "It’s going to be alright sweetheart." His voice was surprisingly gentle. "It’ll only hurt for a minute and then it’ll be gone. It will never hurt again, I promise." She didn’t know why, but Ginny believed him.

Nodding slightly, Ginny raised her hips so Draco’s cock pressed against her and for the first time that night Ginny elicited a moan of complete pleasure from him. Surprised at how good hearing that made her feel she wiggled her hips into him, smiling cheekily when he gasped and said "Ginny" in a warning tone.

Using the knowledge she was distracted, Draco slid into her in one swift movement, knowing it would hurt less if she wasn’t tensing her muscles, waiting for him. He guessed it worked, but there was still pain and Draco held onto Ginny as she yelled out and dug her nails into the flesh of his back, no doubt drawing blood. He didn’t mind, he knew it was nothing compared to the pain she was feeling. After a few minutes, Draco stroked Ginny’s hair back and kissed her face lightly.

"Are you okay Kitten?" he asked softly, relived when she nodded.

"You can move now," Ginny replied, eager to distract herself from the throbbing. Draco moving, it turned out, provided the perfect distraction. As soon as he tentatively slid out of her and back in again, the pain Ginny felt was replaced by pleasure that built every time he moved. Soon she felt useless just lying there, so everytime Draco withdrew from her she bucked her hips up to meet him. This earned her sounds of great approval, from who she now guessed was her lover.

Getting bolder by the second, Ginny wrapped her legs around Draco’s waist and pulled his head to hers, opening her mouth immediately, letting him plunge his tongue past her lips with the same rhythm he was slamming in and out of her with. Soon Ginny had to pull back in order to pant and release the moans and yells rising in her throat.

One more time and Ginny was sailing over the edge, coming as she gripped Draco’s shoulders alternately tugging at the sheets and grasping the headboard. She screamed out, she wasn’t sure what, but she knew it was loud because Draco laughed - actually laughed - and kissed her passionately before saying, "Calm down Kitten." After that he thrust into her scalding heat once more and came himself, understanding why she needed to scream so loud. It was the most intense experience of his life and he got to share it with the woman he loved. But he didn’t think he should tell her that. No need to scare her right now.

Draco didn’t think ending almost-forced, first-time sex with, "By the way I’ve loved you for years," would go down well.

Collapsing on his back next to Ginny, Draco focused on breathing, thankful he remembered how after that experience. Looking down he saw a mass of damp red hair as it raised itself from the sheets and tumbled over his stomach. Smiling slightly, he brought a hand up to stroke the tangled locks, vowing as soon as he caught his breath he’d find the face underneath. Before he could do so, the hair spoke.

"Draco can I ask you something?" It was almost a whisper

"Of course you can Kitten," Draco replied, not sure Ginny actually wanted him to see her face.

"Why did you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Why did you have sex with me? Was it just because you randomly picked me or do you actually like me?" Like her? He’d loved her since he was 14.

"I had sex with you because I think you are the most beautiful, stunning woman I’ve ever met. And you put up one helluva fight." Draco laughed lightly, the sound unfamiliar even to him.

"Cause the thing is… Well the thing is. I kind of like you." Draco bit his lip to keep from smiling "I like you a lot."

"How much?" he asked in a straight voice.

"So much that even if you hadn’t paid for me tonight and there was no spell, I still would have done this with you."

"I’ll let you in on a little secret Ginny. There was no spell."

"What?" Ginny’s lips were brushing Draco’s stomach every time she spoke and he was finding it increasingly difficult to concentrate.

"By the time I brought you up here it was 12.30. The spell wore of at midnight. I thought about it the whole time we were dancing but I just couldn’t force you. A very new experience for me I must say," Draco admitted, almost disgusted with himself.

Ginny didn’t move for a few minutes, she just lay perfectly still on him, breathing so lightly he wasn’t sure she was actually doing it. Finally she raised her head and Draco saw streams of tears running freely down her face. Instantly his sat up and took her into his arms, wiping away the tears with the back of his fingers.

"Oh Kitten please don’t cry. Tell me what’s wrong?" Draco had no experience with crying women and frankly it made him slightly uncomfortable. The only way he knew how to act was to do whatever his stupid heart was telling him to do. He knew he shouldn’t have done this. He acted like a complete bastard tonight and now Ginny hated him and he’d never get her to forgive him. In a single night he’d managed to lose the woman he loved for good. Brilliant.

"Draco I have to say this and afterwards you are going to kick me out but I have to do it." Ginny sniffled and Draco swallowed nervously.

"I think I’m a little bit completely in love with you and I don’t know what to do about it and I know you hate me and you never have to speak to me again so I’ll just get my stuff and be going now." Ginny released the sentence in one long breath and as soon as she was done, tried to move off the bed.

Draco caught her by the waist, pulled her roughly back and flipped her over so he was straddling her once more. Ginny squealed again but was cut off by Draco’s mouth on hers, kissing her gently. After a few blissful minutes his mouth left hers and he smiled down at her.

"You’re not mad at me?" Ginny asked, wondering why he wasn’t kicking her out.

"No Kitten, I’m not mad at you. As it turns out I’m a little bit completely in love with you too." Draco smiled at Ginny’s shocked expression “But why did you fight so hard not to be with me tonight?”

It was Ginny’s turn to smile. “Because you’re such an arrogant bastard I didn’t want to give you the satisfaction. It didn’t work out too well, I had sex with you and you’re still an arrogant bastard” Draco laughed again before taking her mouth in another of many more passionate kisses.

It got so sappy at the end I wouldn’t be surprised if you gagged, but I just can’t resist a happy ending.