A/N: Ha ha! I finally updated. Once again, if you are interested in my stuff, or just Ginny stuff in general, you can go to http://www.livejournal.com/community/ginny_obsession and check out all things Ginny there, including sneak peaks of upcoming pieces of this story. And one more thing, to whoever told WynterGrace that I should stop betaing her stuff so I could write, please get ahold of yourself. I can't stand rudeness.
As the sunlight began to fade outside her room, she began to give up hope.
Maybe Draco had forgotten her. Maybe he was out with his client again, treating her to dinner and wine, and then perhaps going back to her flat for a good shag.
Ginny wondered what she looked like. She was quite sure that the client didn't have uncontrollable red hair that should have been curly, or hipbones that protruded just a little too much, or breasts that were barely large enough to be considered a handful, or plain brown eyes. No, she was probably curvy and lovely, with straight blond hair and cool blue or green eyes and perfect teeth. She was, most likely, from a well known pure blood family, no doubt with money.
"Please," she shouted again. "Draco, I need you! Please."
Her hope disappeared with the setting of the sun, and Ginny wondered if he had simply forgotten all about her, and she would remain here until she died.
She crawled away from the door, sobbing, and climbed into the bed, too exhausted to care what dreams might come.
Then the door opened, and he stood there, the backlight from the hall giving him an eerie aura.
CHAPTER 9 Prisoner to Mistress
Draco entered the room silently and placed the tray on her small table. He set it down without looking at her, and then turned slowly to face her, his eyes narrow and hard.
Ginny struggled to sit up in bed, unsure if she should let him make the first move or if she should just throw herself at him and beg for his forgiveness. She didn't think she could stand it any longer if he shut the door and left her alone again - she would have to find a way out of the room or a way to end her life if he left her alone again - but before she could move, he made his way to the bed.
Draco sat down on the edge and glanced at her with his iced eyes. "Are you ready to come out?"
She nodded fearfully, not trusting her voice.
"I don't ever, ever want you to hurt yourself again," he told her, the words soft but the underlying tone severe and bitter. He picked up her hands and turned them over, examining the pink, shiny scars that she had left on her wrists.
Ginny nodded, pulling her knees tighter to her naked chest. "I'm sorry." She couldn't stop the tears as they began to slip down her cheeks.
"Sh, sh," he whispered, gently wiping away the tears.
Ginny's tears began to fall uncontrollably, and she buried her face in Draco's chest.
He pulled her limp, pathetic form into his arms, and scooped her up, carrying her out of the room, down the long hall, and into her own bedroom. He sat down on her settee and gently rocked her back and forth until the tears stopped falling. "You know I had to do that for your own good," he told her.
Ginny just nodded, unwilling to let him go. "I'm sorry. I'll never, never do that again. I'm so sorry."
"I know you are."
He held her against him, and Ginny felt all the weights that had gathered on her chest evaporating. For the first time in over a week, she could breathe easy and clear, her senses filling with the warm, rich scent of Draco.
Draco snapped his fingers twice, and Sully appeared, bringing the dinner tray that had been left behind. "I want you to eat," he told Ginny, prying her face from his chest.
She did, and noticed that the food tasted much, much better when she wasn't locked away, although eating nude while he watched with a silent, passive expression was slightly odd, but not enough for her to care. She was out of that room, and that was all that mattered.
When she had finished her meal, Draco gently pushed her to her feet and stood. "Let's get you cleaned up."
He ran her bath water, and held her hand as she eased down into to the tub. Draco sat on the edge of the tub and soothingly washed her hair. When he began to wash the rest of her body, Ginny remained still and relaxed, allowing him to do what he pleased. He started with her shoulders, and then began to wash her back, moved down her arms, and then to her chest. He paused in his washing then, cupping a breast in each hand and breathing heavily against the back of her neck. After a moment, he resumed his work with the washcloth, cleaning her stomach and legs and then moving back up and running the cloth between her thighs.
There he paused again, and leaned down to kiss the top of her shoulder.
After he had dried her off, he handed Ginny a green gauzy nightgown, and for the first time in over a week, she wasn't naked.
She sat at the edge of the bed, more than ready to sleep without dreams, waiting for Draco to turn down the covers, when he asked, "Did you learn your lesson?"
She nodded submissively, afraid to do anything more.
"And who do you belong to?"
She paused only a split second before answering, his words startling her, but she paused a split second too long, because Draco's palm came crashing down on her face. She fell backwards, and slowly raised her left hand to her cheek in shock, staring at him, hurt and confusion in her eyes.
She slowly sat up, still holding her face and opened her mouth to speak. "Yo-"
His balled fist connected with her left eye, and this time, the impact sent her crashing gracelessly to the floor.
He lowered himself to the floor, and knelt on her, with one knee crushing into her chest. "Tell me," he hissed, "who do you think you belong to?"
"You," she choked, pain searing through her body as she felt the nauseating crack as her ribs gave way.
His fingers closed on her throat, crushing down her windpipe and digging into the flesh until she could feel the narrow trickles of blood as it trickled down her smooth, freckled skin.
"Show me." Very slowly he eased his grip on her neck and with a brutal thrust, removed his knee from her chest.
"You," she whispered, her voice trembling, as she pushed herself up to kneel before him. She bowed her head, not wanting him to see her tears. The pain was screaming so loud she could barely think, and she felt her body wavering with the pain.
He nodded. "I don't want you ever to forget that."
How could I? a tiny voice in the back of her mind asked. "I won't."
"We're going to put this behind us now," he said, gentle again. He pulled out his wand and in an instant, the pain was gone and she was physically mended. He reached out and helped her back into the bed.
They lay in silence, faces turned towards the Muggle telly, but tears were still burning underneath Ginny's eyelids.
Just when Ginny thought she had a chance of falling into a semi calm sleep, she heard Draco's voice whisper in her ear, "Tell me about your dreams, Gin girl."
Her breath caught in her throat, but she opened her eyes, knowing she had no choice but to obey. "Couldn't you see them?"
He nodded, his face just inches from hers. "I could experience them just like you could."
She tried not to quake, recalling so clearly waking up sweating and sore and mid-orgasm.
"I want you to tell me." His lips were so close to her ear, and his breath was so soft and warm, Ginny was unsure if she wanted to sigh and submit, or scream and run. But she knew what the second choice would bring. "I want to know exactly what you thought and exactly how you felt."
Slowly, uneasily, she began to recount the dreams to him and as she did, Draco's lips moved from her ear to her neck, and his hand began to creep over her stomach, and then slowly inch upward to her chest.
Her voice hitched in her throat as she forced herself to speak in vivid detail of the way she felt the first time his fingers slipped inside of her. Draco's hand had crept back down and was slowly making its way underneath her gown and up her thigh. Her words sounded incoherent to her ears, as she was torn between the fear of refusing him and the fear of giving into him. If she did this, if she willingly gave into him, then it would seal her fate. She would go from prisoner to mistress, from missing her family to desecrating their memory, from determined to hopeless, from giving herself to the only person she had ever loved to making sex into something twisted and perverse. And yet, if she refused him . . . The still stinging handprint on her cheek was there to remind her, as was the altogether too fresh memory of being locked away.
She was going to have to decide quickly. Draco's fingers were brushing over the thin lace of her knickers as she tried to keep her voice steady while telling him the way she had felt having his face between her legs. It was a losing battle. Her voice paused and hiccupped and gasped each time his fingers made a light graze at her already wet flesh.
Later, she tried to tell herself that it was Draco who had decided and not her, but she knew that she had decided to give in. His fingers disappeared under her knickers and she let out a moan, losing her train of thought.
"Keep talking," he whispered, rolling to his side, "and I'll do all those things for you."
His fingers explored her and then his mouth, causing her to groan and whimper and gasp. He sent her falling, falling over the edge and then held her until her breathing was steady again.
"I want to have you Ginny," he whispered finally. "I want you."
It was too traitorous to say the words, so she did the only thing she could do. She kissed him and adjusted her legs so that his own body fit easily between them.
"I won't hurt you, I swear," he told her, trailing kisses across her face, and probing her with his cock.
She nodded, not quite sure she believed him, and wrapped her arms around his back. He slid into her, slowly and carefully, watching her expression and caressing her face with his thumbs. When he slid into her fully, she let out a sigh of relief, but immediately wished she didn't enjoy the feeling of being full, of being loved, of being one with someone else.
He was gone in the morning, and when Sully brought the breakfast tray, there was an extra goblet.
"Master says you is to drink this. You will drinks it every week from now on," the house elf told her.
"Thank you," Ginny tried to smile, knowing it was birth control potion. "Where is he?"
"At works. However, he should be back soons. It is nearly 4."
"Four?" she repeated. "In the afternoon?"
Sully nodded curtly. "You needed your rest, Missus. It has been a hard weeks."
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