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Summary: Ginny was bound to Draco for all eternity. But when a third enters their bedroom with ideas of destroying the entire New Era system created by Voldemort, will these three young adults be able to bring it down? They are all that's left of any form of resistance, a dangerous one from within. DXBXG

Giggling as she did it, Ginny Malfoy drug the marker across the forehead of her sleeping husband, her pink tongue sticking out of the corner of her red mouth in concentration. He was passed out anyway, and she felt no remorse for the sorry asshole anyway, and the penis she was drawing on his cheek looked nothing like what a healthy penis should. Once she had finished her masterpiece, she crept into the bathroom and threw the marker in the trash. She paused, looking at her face in the mirror, sighing unhappily. Ever since this marriage, her eyes had dulled and her hair had faded. Her skin remained pale, and her freckles had remained vivid, but she was no longer young. She had the curvy, yet thin body of a woman, which was what she had craved at fifteen. Her pajamas were a dark green, made of expensive silk, and fitted her body the way clothes should fit. The tank top exposed her stomach and hugged her breasts perfectly, and the matching shorts showed off her long legs.

She raised a manicured hand to the glass, and smeared a handprint across where her face reflected, and she walked back into their bedroom, her shoulders sagging and the thrill of the prank was gone. Slowly, she crawled back into the large bed, and tried to fall back asleep.

Draco Malfoy groaned at the pounding in his skull. He, once again, had gotten too drunk at a death eater ball, and had probably slept at some witches house. His thoughts ran to his wife, bound to him for life, and a tiny, insignificant part in his mind felt guilty. He quickly pushed those thoughts away and prepared to meet/abandon the lady of the night, when he heard a sigh. He opened his eyelids to a slant, and turned slightly to see red curls splayed across the black silk sheets. Somehow, the relief he felt was unexplainable, and he, once again, pushed that insignificant part away. He widened his eyes fully and rolled over on his elbow, propping his head up.

"Well, well, darling. Already awake and still in bed? Tisk tisk, that isn't proper for a Malfoy woman." His voice was still laced with sleep, but she didn't roll over to face him.

"I can lie in bed all I want, darling." She spat the pet name he used for her, pulling the sheets to her chin defensively. "Since when do you care what I do? The Malfoy name is still good, and your wife remains unseen by anyone but you."

"Feeling frigid this morning, are we, Ginerva?" He teased, rolling back over to his back. His gray eyes swept up and down the white ceiling, listening to her breathing calm down. "Don't be angry with me darling."

"Look, Malfoy, I will deal with it however I want. And right now, all I want is to lie in bed all day." She muttered from the pillow.

"This worked four months ago, when we were bonded for life, idiot. Not anymore. You can't possibly be that miserable to lie in bed all day for the rest of your life…. I won't allow it. Besides, little Malfoy's need motherly attention too, even with a nanny."

"Speaking from experience?" She sassed, rolling to her back with fire in her gaze. He sat up quickly and mounted her, holding her arms above her head and pinning her legs down with his. She squirmed, but wasn't able to free herself. Angrily, she gazed at him hard, taking in his stare of hatred as well.

"You will shut up about things you know nothing about. Do you understand?" He screamed. She continued her hard gaze, but behind the chocolate eyes, he could see the fear. "Do you understand, Ginerva? Do not make me punish you!" His grip tightened and she bit down on her bottom lip to avoid crying out from the pain of his nails digging into her sensitive wrists.

"Yes, Malfoy, yes, I understand!" She screamed back, tears in her eyes. He loosened his grip and let her hands go, sitting up on top of her.

"Look, I plan on living for a long time, and that means you're going to be living for a very long time too…. So quit saying shit to piss me off, and I won't have to beat you, okay?" He said quietly. She rubbed her wrists, thinking it over. The past four months had been hell for the two of them, having to learn how to do anything in the same room, much less sleep together.

"Alright, fine. I'll try and curb my tongue so I don't get beaten. And you, you will not come home at two in the morning, drunk off your ass, claiming to be married to a vixen in bed, and how it would destroy me to learn of your unfaithfulness." She said, giving him another hard look. He shrugged.

"Whatever." He climbed off her, heading for the bathroom. "Make yourself pretty, darling. The Dark Lord would like to see us soon." He absentmindedly rubbed his mark and shut the door behind him.

"Three, two, one…." She began madly giggling as his screams echoed off the bathroom walls.

Ginny's knees hit the floor a little roughly, her head bent at an awkward angle.

"Rise Lord Malfoy. You are always true to the service and to the cause." The Dark Lord ordered, waving his hand upward at the blonde who stood straight up next to his still kneeling wife.

"I am so humble to be worthy to help lead your cause, sire." Draco's charm, once again, winning favor with Voldemort. The Dark Lord gave a sort of half smile, and looked down at the red bun of Ginny Malfoy.

"Your wife, however…." He trailed off, shooting a glance at Draco.

"Sire, you bonded her to me. I am trying to show her how to be a lady of the house." Draco defended her, and Ginny noted it, unsure of how to thank him for saving her from a vicious curse.

"And since her family and Potter murdered your parents, your mother cannot teach her herself, the way it should be done." Voldemort muttered, and Ginny could feel the burn in his eyes on the back of her head.

"Truly, sire, it is no problem to me to teach her. I relish the fact that everything shall be done how you want it done. Besides, it helps me control her." Draco sounded smug in that fact and her cheeks burnt with humiliation at his words.

"And how goes the process of expanding your family?" Voldemort asked casually. Draco swallowed and bowed his head to look at his feet, something he rarely did.

"So far, we have failed. She is not yet pregnant." Draco said, and Voldemort tisked his tongue at the young couple.

"You are already twenty Draco. You should have at least one heir on the way by now." Voldemort sighed. Ginny peered up to see his bare feet, and watched as he stepped down from his throne to stand across from her husband.

"I know." Draco murmured.

"I want your bloodline to continue. That's why I gave you a Weasley. You two are the oldest bloodlines in the world. I cannot imagine the power your children will hold because of that fact. Also, the Weasley's are incredibly fertile, so hopefully the Malfoy line will be rid of this single heir bullshit." Voldemort stood closer to Draco, and Ginny could feel a tiny twinge of fear from him, thanks to their bond. "Besides, Draco, should my attempts to have an heir fail, yours, naturally, will carry on my legacy."

"No." Ginny breathed, and she felt Voldemort tense up.

"What was that, Lady Malfoy?" He asked his voice ice cold. Ginny shivered, unsure of what to do. Suddenly, she felt a hand in her hair, and she was being pulled to her feet, off her feet, hanging in the air. It hurt, being held up by her hair, and tears poured down her face.

"I-I am sorry, M-my Lord." She stuttered as he moved her face closer to his.

"Lady Malfoy, I know all, I hear all, so please do not test my patience. What was it that you said?" Voldemort shook her slightly, and she wailed out in pain.

"NO!" She shouted. "I said no!"

"She did not mean it, sire." Draco dropped to his knees again as Voldemort's other fist came crashing down onto her freckled cheek. Blood stained her lips when he struck her again, and she went limp. Voldemort dropped her at his feet, and wiped his hands onto his expensive robes.

"You will have her learn her place, Draco. She will bear your children by the end of the year, or I'll take her myself." With that, he turned on the spot and apparated away.

Draco bent down over his wife and pulled out his wand, casting healing spells. She stirred with a groan and looked up at him with doe eyes.

"Please, Draco, take me home."

"By the end of the year? He's mad." She said, squirming from beneath him. Draco lay on top of her, an arm on either side of her head, naked. Ginny was attempting to shut her legs and cover her breasts with her crossed arms, and not doing well with either task.

"It's only three months away darling. Besides, I'm much nicer than he will be and you know it. Just close your eyes and…enjoy it." Draco lowered himself down, and kissed her lips. Slowly, passionately, and so uniquely, they made love, as Draco whispered a conception spell. They both prayed it worked as they curled up in each other's arms. At night was the only time they accepted the bond's magic of binding them for eternity with love.

First chapter: Done.

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Second chapter: When I feel like it.

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