The title comes from a song by Big Head Todd & the Monsters. It's so good. Download it if you get the chance!
As most of you know, the idea of Ginny being Draco's prisoner belongs to burgosdamasco who wrote "While You Were Sleeping" (you should read it if you haven't!!! It's so good). I saw in her LiveJournal that she'd be updating it soon & there's a chapter in there if y'all are interested. Anyways, I keep getting comments from "Anonymous" who says I shouldn't be using someone else's idea. What do y'all think? I mean, I love that story. I'm not trying to insult her. I've sent her emails, left reviews, and posted in her Journal, asking her if it's okay for me to use her idea, so hopefully I'll hear back soon, and if she says no, then I'll have to take this story off. Sooooo, let me know. What should I do? I don't think I'm stealing her work or anything, but now it's bothering me. I'm hoping she'll be flattered. We'll see, I guess.
Broken Hearted Savior
When Ginny woke, she was in a familiar bed. Draco's bed. Slowly, she opened her eyes, glancing around and found that Draco was sitting in a chair right next to her.
"How do you feel?" he asked, his eyes dark with sleepless circles.
"Scared. Tired."
"Can you tell me what happened?"
Ginny was silent for several moments, and then relayed her story, telling him what Flint had told her he was going to do. "I wanted to die," she whispered. "I really, really did. I tried to use his wand to do it to myself but you never took that silencing spell off me."
Draco bowed his head and covered his face with his hands.
"Why did you make me go back there?" she asked finally.
"Flint," he admitted his voice so low she could barely hear. "He kept asking about you, saying he'd been looking for you. After a while he came right out and asked if I was keeping you in here, which I don't permit them to do. So I told him that the Dark Lord needed you and you were not to be touched. Finally I told him you died. But he kept on. It was . . . stupid." He jumped up and screamed, "Damn! Damn it!" With his fist he punched the stone wall, cursing and screaming, until he was exhausted and dropped back into the chair, panting.
Ginny watched as his flushed skin slowly returned to its pale state and as his breathing returned to normal.
"Thank you," she whispered finally.
"For what?" he demanded hotly, standing up. "This wouldn't have happened if I hadn't made you go back there."
"That doesn't matter. Thank you for saving me."
"You can't stay here." He looked away.
Ginny sucked in a deep breath. "Then kill me. Don't make me go back there. Just kill me."
"No."
"I can't," she told him, her voice rising. "I can't go back there! I won't! I'll kill myself!"
"You'll go somewhere else. Somewhere safe."
She stared at him, her mind slowly processing his words. "Like Luna?"
"Like Luna," he said firmly.
"Why did you stop him?" she asked timidly.
"I couldn't let him." He paused. "I knew something was going on. He was so pleased with himself. So I went to check on you, and you weren't there. I knew."
Ginny nodded.
"You'll stay in here until I can arrange a place for you," he said, standing, his voice once again firm and formal.
For days Ginny stayed in Draco's bed, thanking every powerful witch, wizard, god, goddess, and sorcerer she could think of that Draco had for whatever reason, saved her from Marcus Flint. Each time she saw Draco, the strange bubbling in her chest and stomach increased, until she looked forward to the evenings when he returned to his room.
"Aren't you hungry?" Ginny asked him one evening, as she watched him stare blankly at his plate.
Draco looked at her with heavy eyes and pulled her by the wrist until she was in his lap. "He's coming."
"Who?" she asked, trying not to squirm uncomfortably.
"The Dark Lord," Draco told her slowly, "he's a bit . . . upset. The guards here, they have done nothing to help him with the war. They just bed the prisoners and torture them. They're having too much fun. And with Flint's mysterious death, and all."
Ginny watched him in fearful silence, wondering what the Dark Lord was going to do. "Then where am I going?"
He stayed silent, lifting his hand and using his index finger to trace the thin scar above the left side of her lip, the scar Draco had put there with his boot.
Ginny's insides tumbled in confusion. For the past few weeks, Draco had been almost kind to her. They'd even sat and talked and laughed, as if they were old friends, instead of Draco being the head of the most atrocious prisoner of war camp and she being a captive there.
"My father would have never let this happen. I can't even control those idiots."
"You and your father had different ways of managing situations. I think I prefer your way."
"My father's way would have got me a promotion; it would have got me out of here."
"I think self respect is a bit important too," she told him, her voice a bit more sarcastic than she meant.
His fingers left the scar on her lip and began to trace the curve of her neck. They sat in deafening silence until Draco began to do the top buttons of her work robe. "Tell me to stop," he whispered.
But Ginny stayed silent, letting him undo her robes, and then sucking in a shallow breath as his fingers crept underneath and made contact with her pale skin. She could feel each panicked beat of her heart as it banged against her ribcage, and could feel her brain, as it stopped sending out alarms and gave into the tinglings that were shooting through her nerves.
"Tell me," Draco's warm breath sounded in her ear. "Make me stop."
Ginny didn't, and when Draco's lips wrapped themselves around her ear, she pulled him closer. Her breath came out in a moan as his fingertips moved across the sensitive skin of her breasts, exploring each one, his lips moving down to graze her nipples. Gently, he lifted her and carried her to the bed, slipping her robe off and leaving her completely naked. His lips and fingertips rubbed over ever inch of her skin until she could stand it no more and tugged him out of his robes.
The warmth of his skin against hers made her flesh tingle and she arched her back beneath him as he slid one finger in between her legs, and then another.
Draco let his fingers glide slowly in and out, his lips still grazing her nipples, and when she could resist no longer, she adjusted her body until his was firmly between her legs, and sucked in a deep breath of air as he began to push inside of her.
Pain overtook her as he did, and Ginny let a muffled groan escape her lips.
Draco's eyes widened as he stared at her, and suddenly, he pulled himself out. "No. Why didn't you tell me?"
"What?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
"That this is your first time," he demanded.
"It doesn't matter," she whispered, pulling him back to her. "I want it to be you."
"I can't take that."
"I'm giving it to you," she insisted, sloppily guiding him back in between her legs. "You're not taking anything."
Slowly, carefully, Draco pushed back inside Ginny, and then waited until she adjusted before raising his hips and lowering them again.
"Are you okay?" Draco whispered.
Ginny nodded, even though she felt as if she was being ripped apart. "Don't stop."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"Just go slow."
She let a sigh of pleasure escape her lips before kissing his forehead. Draco rose carefully, up and down, until they had a rhythm and within minutes, she felt him begin to pump faster, harder, quicker, until he let out a moan and collapsed against her.
After several minutes, he covered her face with kisses, and as Ginny drifted to sleep, she felt his arm wrapped securely around her.
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