The Devil's Rose
A Fan Fiction Written By: OhanaMeansFamily
Disclaimer: I just own the plot. J.K. Rowling owns everything else.
Chapter Two
Now and Then
Things will happen in your life that you can't stop. But that's no reason to shut out the world.
~Now and Then
Ginny awoke to find herself in a small, dungeon-like room with stone walls, stone floors, and no lighting whatsoever. She could barely make out a stick over on a wall about a half a mile as the crow flies, but that was not lit.
She looked around, patting herself down to see if there were any scratches, bruises, or anything. All she could find was a small bruise on her left thigh, but that was to be expected. Besides, she was probably very forcefully thrown into this…prison cell.
"Hello? Is…is anyone there?"
A small mew in close vicinity told her that her little kitten was here with her. That was one plus in this horrid situation.
"Come here…ugh…name…" She thought quickly back to the moment that everything in her life was brought to a crashing halt…the moment she had thought of a name for her little kitten.
"Aha…Come here, Patches!"
The little kitten didn't move. Apparently she didn't really like that name.
"Rose!"
Still no movement.
"Emerald?"
Nothing.
"Lily?"
The little kitten pounced into her lap and licked her fingers happily. Ginny smiled. "Lily it is then. You do look a bit like a Lily…must have been your name before you came to me. Well, we will have to get you a little James, don't you think?"
Lily purred softly, but that was short lived. Her fur stood up on end and she began to hiss very loudly.
"What is it, Lily? What's the matter, there?"
"Hello, Ginny."
A man's voice echoed through the room from where she pictured was a door…or at least a window.
"Um…hello?" She trembled slightly.
"I see I didn't kill you in the process of knocking you out, taking you to live here and then leaving you to your own devices. Good!" He turned the handle on the door, the sound of wood snapping rather fiercely echoed just as his voice had, then he, she supposed, stepped into the room.
"Who…who are you?"
The man laughed evilly, much like she thought the devil sounded. "You don't remember me? Don't you remember how I used to torment your brother? Weasel I think is what I called him. I used to make fun of Hermione a lot as well…as well as your former boyfriend, Harry Potter. That was a horrible breakup for you, wasn't it?" His grin, if she could see it, was so devilish, it would rival Satan himself.
"Don't speak to me like you know how I feel…Malfoy." She spat his name out like she was trying to get rid of a disgusting taste in her mouth.
"Lord Draco Malfoy, at your service." He bowed rather majestically. "I am the Lord of Malfoy Manor, and I do think you should treat me with respect, you little Mudblood."
She looked at him with an expression that, if looks could kill, it would send him to hell and back. "Look who's talking, Malfoy."
"Ah ah ah…I am your master now. You must treat me with the utmost respect and dignity."
"Master? Just because you abducted me on my eighteenth birthday and brought me to your so-called wonderful mansion, now you have control over me? Just for the record, why do you want me anyway? I'm just a Weasley. A poor, small, redheaded girl who has no money to give you. Why do you want me?"
Malfoy was silent. "That is something I cannot tell you at this moment." He looked away for a moment, and then came back. " Do you wish to see where you will be staying for your time here?"
"You mean…I don't have to stay down here?"
"You want to? I may have to lock you down here a few times because of bad behavior, but…other than that, you will be in the room that I will be showing you in a moment."
Ginny nodded, then got to her feet, letting Lily follow behind her. "Lead the way…Master."
"You sound so bitter whilst saying Master? Get used to it, bitch. That's what you will be calling me for the rest of your life."
She shuddered slightly, but kept walking behind her. Lily gently pushed her small head against Ginny's leg, but Ginny ignored it. She could not show that she was upset around Draco Malfoy.
That would mean another day in that rancid…prison cell.
Tears began to start falling down her cheeks as she walked, but she didn't care if he saw. She really didn't care what happened to her at this point. Her life was ruined as of now.
Living under a master.
Being inside the Malfoy Manor for longer than a few moments.
And having to respect the worst person on the face of the earth.
That just made her sick to her stomach.
Very sick to her stomach, in fact.
Draco kept walking, hearing a small sniff behind him every once and awhile. He didn't mean to make her cry…he didn't like to see her cry. But he had to do something to make her see that she could not just run rampant around his house.
At last, he found the room he was searching for. "This is your room." He stopped in front of the door and let Ginny compose herself before she went before him.
"May I go inside?"
"You may. Dinner will be in one hour. I will come get you when it is time to eat."
"Thank you, Master. You are too kind."
"I do not like this attitude of yours."
"Well, you would have a bit of an attitude as well if someone stole you from your home, locked you up in a house and never let you come out for the rest of your life."
Draco stopped, but he did not reply to her bitter statement. He watched her walk into her room and sit down upon her bed, the tears falling once more. As he slowly shut the door, he began to softly cry himself.
Maybe she would be the one to save him.
Maybe…just maybe…she would change his ways.
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