…and the eyes of the mother of
god who spits seeds of dead
song about home and love from her
transfigured face a queer
pulp of ecstasy
while in the battered
bodies the odd unlovely
souls struggle slowly
and writhe
like caught.brave:flies;
Ginny sat in the cold, dark cell and trembled. How could she have let herself be taken? She was a brave, smart, competent witch, how could she have let herself be outwitted by a couple of blubbering Death Eaters? She'd been on an errand for the Order, undercover, spying in Knockturn Alley. Ever since she'd turned 18 she'd been doing little missions for them. Her mother hadn't been happy at first but she hadn't had much say in it. Ginny was of age and perfectly capable of working for the Order. Besides, since Harry had defeated Voldemort two years ago, things hadn't been quite as dangerous. Of course, there were still his faithful followers, refusing to back down even though their leader was dead. The Order's main concern after the war had been rounding up the remaining Death Eaters.
That had been Ginny's purpose in Knockturn Alley. It had been her first solo mission. She was supposed to go incognito and spy on the Dark shops, then report back who she'd seen entering them. She wasn't supposed to be seen, she wasn't supposed to make contact with anyone, she wasn't supposed to be caught.
She still wasn't exactly sure how it had happened. One moment she had been hiding in a dark corner, watching Borgin and Burkes, the next, two men were attacking her. She'd been so surprised that she hadn't had time to react. They'd simply grabbed her, apparated and brought her here. Wherever here was.
Ginny glanced around the cell but it was too dark to see much. The cold, dirt floor was damp, as were the stone walls. There were no windows except the one high up in the large, wooden door. She must be underground. She didn't know how long she'd been there, perhaps hours. The men who had brought her had locked the door and left, not saying a word. How was she going to get out of this one? She wondered how long it would take the Order to realize that she was missing. Too long. She thought. And even if they did, what were the odds that they'd be able to find her? Looks like I'm on my own. She thought bitterly.
Footsteps in the hallway caught her attention. She stood and stiffened. They may have taken her wand but she wasn't about to take whatever they had to throw at her like a sitting duck. She was a Weasley after all, a Gryffindor. The lock on her door clicked, too loudly in the utter silence. The door slid open and a large man stood silhouetted in the light from the hall.
"They told me you was pretty. I guess they wasn't kiddin'." The man laughed in a rough voice. Ginny shivered.
"What do you want?" She muttered, her voice laced with venom.
"Why you, o' course." The man laughed again and began moving toward her.
"Well you can't have me." Ginny growled. She was not giving in that easily.
"What makes you think you can stop me?" The man asked, his voice gruffer, his face had lost all playfulness.
"Leave me alone." Ginny backed away from him but the wall was in the way and he closed the space between them before she could blink.
"I can't do that." He muttered. His breath stank and his hands were rough as he took her shoulders and pinned her to the wall. "The master demands that none be left innocent. And it's my turn. Just lucky I guess. I got the prettiest one."
"Please." Ginny whispered. She was trembling harder than ever, a tear slid down her face. "Please, no." Even as she said it, she knew it was no use. The man just laughed and hauled her off her feet and onto the floor. She tasted blood when his mouth came down on hers, she cringed away when his hand found her breast, and she tried to scream when his knee came between her legs to pry them open. She clenched them together as tightly as she could.
"You're makin' this real difficult honey." The man growled.
"Then maybe you should let a real man do it." A smooth voice called from the doorway and the man turned away from her to see who it was. As he lifted his head, Ginny could also see the doorway and the figure standing in it. The man was tall and slim, though obviously muscled. His hair was white blonde and his eyes were a silvery grey as they glared at the man on top of her.
"I'm sorry Master Malfoy." The man stuttered as he hastily clambered off of Ginny and towards the blonde man. "Of course, if you'd like to be the one," he paused and turned back to Ginny and she could see the malice in his eyes, anger that he'd missed his chance. "She's all yours."
"Thank you Ludlow." Malfoy drawled. "I'll take it from here." The first man nodded and slipped past his master and out the door.
"You do her right." The man called back. "You make her scream." Ginny heard laughter from the hall but all of her attention was focused on the blonde-haired man before her.
"Oh I will." Malfoy called back. "I will." He said more quietly. Then he closed the door with a loud clang and moved towards her.
A/N: So this is my first D/G fic and my first fic for this site. I never really liked any of the Draco pairings but then I started reading some of the D/G fics on this site and I loved them and now I'm in love with the pair. The first few chapters are pretty short but I'll try to put up a few at a time, a couple of times a week. I've included a poem in each of the chapters and that's where the chapter titles come from. The poem in this chapter is called between nose-red gross by e e cummings. I really hope you enjoy the story! Please leave me comments or questions or constructive criticism, I'd love to hear from you!