Summary- While the search for the horrocruxes is on, Voldemort has taken over eveything. The trio has been on the search for two years, and many believe Harry Potter has ran away, from fear. Ginny Weasley, now 18 and a member of the Order of the Phoneix, was captured on a failed mission. She was sent to Azkaban, but has now been shipped off to Malfoy Manor, to serve as Draco Malfoy's own private servant.

A/N- Hello all! This is my new story, and it's very differnet from Les Best, but I do hope you shall enjoy it! I worked very hard on this first chapter, and the second one is already half written! Please give me your feedback, I've never written something like this before! I know the idea's been done, but I'm making it my own, so PLEAE REVIEW your OPINION!

Also, I know it says Ginny/Harry, which it will be, but there is going to be plenty Draco as well! So it's more like a Ginny/Draco and Ginny/Harry.

XOXOXOXXOXO

Behind Wicked Smiles

The stone walls that surrounded her were smeared with blood and grime. The large, dark chamber smelled of death.

Ginny had been here before, she knew the place. It was a place she had forgotten long ago, so, why was she here now?

She was afraid, and alone. This place brought back memories she had long tried to shove out of her mind. Here, she was a little girl again, vulnerable and weak, something she had promised herself never to be again.

The only light in the chamber emitted from the torch she was holding, and its flame was weak. She knew she should turn back and look for a way out, but suddenly she saw that ahead, there seemed to be a very dim green light, which grew with every step she took towards it.

She was unexplainably drawn to the light, and as she stepped towards it, excitement grew in her. She simply had to get to that light. She broke into a sudden run towards it and didn't even notice when she had dropped her torch.

She was almost there and she grinned, the light made her feel safer. She reached out for the small, but now prominent light, that seemed to be floating in front of her. Just as she was about to grasp it in her hand, it disappeared leaving her in complete darkness.

Ginny stopped in her tracks. The room was suddenly even colder than before, and she felt as if she was being watched. She shivered, and instinctively reached for her wand, but found it wasn't in her robes pocket. Her wand was missing.

She suddenly stopped her frantic searching, because she had heard something. It had been pretty faint, but it had started to grow louder, and echoed around the room. It sounded like footsteps.

Ginny's breath caught in her throat. Here she was, in the place she feared most, wandless and powerless. The darkness was over whelming, and she could not see a thing. She had a feeling she knew who was coming towards her, it only made sense after all, it was He who had brought her here the first time.

Him. He had scarred her for life, left a mark on her that could not be removed, a fear that she could not get over. For many months, after it was all over, she would continue to dream of Him, even a small part of her, wished to see Him again. That part disgusted her. As she grew older, the dreams were less frequent, and slowly she became stronger and stopped thinking of it all completely.

The last time she had even dreamed of Him again, was on her sixteenth birthday. But that seemed to be so long ago, and she was no longer that girl, but she still knew deep down that she was afraid of Him, and that He had left His mark on her forever.

The footsteps grew louder and louder, echoing around the massive chamber. Ginny could hardly breathe, she wanted to run anywhere away from the footsteps. But she couldn't move, her fear had glued her to her spot, and all she could do was wait.

She closed her eyes, praying that the darkness would hide her and that He would not find her, yet she knew that would not happen. He always found her.

The footsteps suddenly stopped and Ginny shivered. She opened her eyes not knowing what to expect. Suddenly the chamber filled with light, and inches from her, He stood, a smirk gracing his handsome features.

Ginny's mouth felt dry, she could hardly breathe. All she could do was stare, stare at the face she had known so well long ago, oh so long ago.

"Hello Ginny," He spoke softly but his voice was loud and strong, echoing off the walls. His dark eyes were bright, a mischievous and excited twinkle in them.

"Tom," Ginny whispered, still not fully comprehending the situation. It could not be him it simply could not. He had not changed, still sixteen, still as handsome as ever, still having the effect on her he always did.

He nodded, a smirk still plastered on his face. "I have not seen you for a long time, beautiful Ginny. My, how beautiful you are." His hand reached out and gently caressed her cheek.

She whimpered slightly at the sudden physical contact. His hands were so warm, and she was so cold in that damp dungeon. She couldn't help but lean in slightly to his touch.

He grinned knowingly, and with a sudden movement, he had cupped her face and pulled her into a deep kiss. At first Ginny didn't respond, she was still too shocked. After less than a moment though she returned the kiss, and wrapped her hands around his neck.

She knew she shouldn't, that it was wrong, but she could not help it. He had this control over her, and as much as she hated it, she loved it at the same time.

He deepened the kiss, and slid his tongue into her mouth, and she moaned. She could practically feel him smirking into her mouth, as his hands slid down from her waist, and they dove under her shirt. His warms hands on her stomach made her jump, and she broke the kiss abruptly.

"No. I can't. I can't." She repeated to herself as she started to back away from him slowly, remembering what he'd done to her.

He smiled now, but it was a twisted evil smile. "You already have silly girl. You'll always be a silly little girl Ginerva. Now come here." As he said this, he had stepped towards her, and every step Ginny took away from him, he countered.

"Pl-please Tom. Lea-leave me be. Go away. Please." She whimpered, now noticing he had his wand out, and he was twirling it around in his hand. She hated sounding like that. Like a child, begging him. But she was afraid and with him, she could not be strong. She continued backing away from him, looking around for some sort of exit. She knew there was a tunnel that led to the door out, but where was it?

"Tsk Tsk, why so afraid love? You seemed keen just a minute ago. You do know I hate it when you stutter, although I love when you beg. Now come here Ginerva." As he said this, with a small swish of his wand, an invisible force pulled her towards him, stopping her centimeters from his face.

He grinned again, "That's better." And then he kissed her once more. This time, she could not move, and as he descended from her lips to her neck, she couldn't help but moan, and as much as she hated to admit it, she was enjoying this. He had such power over her, she couldn't explain it.

Ginny shivered.

And then somehow, she had wound up on the floor, him on top of her, kissing her passionately. Ginny stared at him and he smirked, ducking down and biting her softly on the collarbone.

She gasped at the mix of pain and pleasure. Her eyes snapped open suddenly as she realized what she was doing, it was wrong. So wrong.

In a quick movement she had not realized she could do, she pushed Tom off her as hard as she could, jumped up and started running as fast as she could, towards the tunnel that would lead her out. She could see it, it wasn't too far and maybe just maybe- BANG.

She flew in the air, and fell down on to the cold stone floor. She could feel a warm liquid trickling down her cheek, and her whole body ached. She could hear his footsteps coming towards her.

Gathering all her remaining strength she scrambled up and started running even faster, not turning to look back. If only she could just reach the-

"Crucio!"

She heard him shout, and fell to the floor in instant agony. Her whole body was writhing and aching, she couldn't help but scream over and over, begging for release.

Finally it was lifted, and Ginny lay on the floor, silent tears rolling down her cheeks. This was it. There was no way out. There never really had been.

He reached her and grabbed her by the hair pulling her into a sitting position. "What made you even think you could escape me you stupid girl." He hissed in her ear making Ginny shiver.

Mustering all her courage, she slowly turned to look into his eyes, which were now gleaming with malice.

"You can't hurt me anymore Tom. I'm not afraid of you." She whispered, and although she wasn't completely truthful, she could not let him overpower her again. No more.

His eyes narrowed, "You lie girl. I know all you're deepest fears," He pulled her even closer and whispered, "I know all you're greatest desires. I can see into your soul girl. I know who you are. You and I are more alike than you think Ginny," He hissed, causing another shiver to run down her spine.

"I'm nothing like you," she spat, glaring at him as he had moved his head to now look her in the eyes once more.

He smirked suddenly and stood up, "How wrong you are. You pretend to be so good, but I know you're true emotions. You long to be powerful, you want control and respect. You want everyone to know your name." He sneered and Ginny narrowed her eyes.

"You're wrong," she spat, "I'm nothing like you!" She yelled. Why, oh why did she let his words affect her so?

"I don't think I am. I've seen your soul Ginerva Weasley. It's almost as dark as mine."

Ginny shook her head, angry tears brimming, "No, no, no, no! I'm not like you! Go away! Stop it!"

Tom simply smirked.

"WEASLEY! GET UP YOU PIECE OF FILTH!"

Ginny felt something shake her, hard, and suddenly it all disappeared. The last thing she saw before opening her eyes was Tom Riddle's smirking face.

Pain wasn't new to Ginny Weasley.

That's why her now aching ribs hardly fazed her. Had someone just kicked her?

She opened her eyes slowly. A large shadow was looming above her, and although she could not see the face, she was sure it was twisted into a look of utter disgust.

The room was still as dim as always. It stank, and the air was so cold that Ginny had permanent goose bumps. Or maybe these were because of her dream? It had been extremely disturbing. She seemed to been having a lot of these dreams ever since she was brought here, maybe it reminded her of the Chamber?

She however did not have the time to ponder this. The shadow that had woken her, grabbed her roughly by the arm, and dragged her up to a standing position.

Standing was bad. It was so much harder than lying on the floor, even if it was a hard stone floor, with nothing but straw to cover it. Still, it was harder. Every inch of her body ached. Her legs were barely able to support her weight, and it was only because of the man's firm grip on her arm, she was able to stand.

She looked to his face. He wore a mask. Of course he did. A death eater guard always wore a mask.

His mouth, the only part that was visible under the hideous skull mask, twisted into a sneer. "What were you dreaming about blood traitor? Must have been pretty awful eh? You were screaming. Although, maybe you like to scream? I'd love to have you screaming under me at anytime." He laughed at his supposed wit.

Ginny smiled lightly, "No thanks. We don't get much to eat around here, and I'd really love to keep my food down."

In a violent move, he turned her to face him, and he was inches from her face. "Watch it Weasley. If I weren't taking you to have that sarcasm tortured out of you right now, you'd be bleeding on this floor. Filth." He spat, an inch from her bare toes.

Ginny shivered.

So, it was going to be one of those days again. A day of pure torture. She wouldn't be fed, and they would be testing new hexes and curses on her. Lovely.

The guard grinned. "Not so tough now are you lass," He whispered cruelly and chuckled, as he half led, half dragged Ginny out of her cell, down the long dark halls, and finally, they arrived in front of a large wooden door.

This was it. This room had been her biggest fear for the past month. Had it really been just a month? Ginny wasn't sure anymore, but she had tried to calculate as best as she could, without having any actual way to know the passing of time.

Yes, it had to be about a month. She couldn't believe that just that December she had been back home, at the Burrow, with her family. Well, not all of them naturally. Charlie was still in Romania, or was he back, helping the Order? And Percy was still gone, but really, she hadn't thought of him as family for so long. And then of course, there was Ron.

He had gone with Harry and Hermione, on some top secret mission Dumbledore had left the three of them. They had been gone for two years now. They had only been able to contact the Weasley's once, a year ago. No word since. Ginny knew that they were alive though.

If Harry Potter were dead, surely, there wouldn't be a single witch or wizard in Britain who wouldn't know. Voldemort had taken over, completely. And Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all high on the 'most wanted' list. Ginny missed them terribly, but she was glad that none of them were sharing the same fate as she.

They had captured her, about a month ago. She was immediately sent to Azkaban, to the top security ward. She was after all, an Order member.

Her lip twitched at the memory, of how much she had battled her mother to agree upon that matter, joining the order. But the moment Ginny had turned seventeen, her mother had no say in the matter, so she joined anyway, of course.

Ginny took a deep breath, as the pain swelled in her heart. She missed her mother so much. And her father, and Bill, Charlie, Fred, George, Ron, Hermione, Harry…She missed him so incredibly much, the pain was worse than any physical torture.

While she pondered these things, the guard tapped twice on the door with his wand, and it opened slowly. He led Ginny into the large, circular room. The torture room.

It was full of devices, meant to physically torture the victim, in unimaginable ways. They were hardly used though, seeing as most of the death eaters preferred the use of their own wands. Ginny thought the devices were most likely meant for show, to frighten the prisoner.

Well, it worked.

The guard shoved Ginny harshly to the middle of the room, making her stumble and fall on to her knees, hard. She winced in pain. Her knees were already bruised enough, but then again, she didn't think there was an inch of her body that wasn't.

Ginny kept her gaze on the dirty stone floor. There was dried blood, mud, and plenty of grime to look at. It was better than to see her torturer's face.

"You may go know Ford, I shall deal with this one on my one." The voice was cold, icy even, and had a bored drawl to it. Ginny would recognize it anywhere, and she froze.

What on earth was he doing here? Surely, he had better things to do than torture prisoners?

She heard the door close sharply, and light footsteps come towards her, along with a tapping of a cane on the stone floor.

She stared at his dragon hide boots for a moment.

"Lucius Malfoy. To what do I owe the pleasure?" She could practically taste the sarcasm on her tongue.

Lucius Malfoy was the one who had made her life living hell, and he had been responsible for countless deaths. He was the reason for Voldemort's rise to power, he was the reason Kingsley was dead, and he was the one who gave her the diary. It was because of him, she was scarred for life. She possibly hated this man more than Voldemort himself.

All right, no. But they were pretty damn close.

"Tsk tsk," He tutted, and lifted her chin with his cane, his cold eyes meeting her dark ones, "Where are you're manners Weasley? Possibly, they were never there to begin with, being bred in a house of filthy blood traitors. Shame really, that such a pure line has gotten so incredibly… dirty." He sneered cruelly.

Ginny scowled, and stared right back into his ice grey eyes defiantly. She bit back her retort. It would only result in worse torture, and with Lucius being the one to do it, she was sure it wasn't going to be very pleasant either way.

He smirked, "No cunning remark? Hmm… maybe you can be taught after all. Get up Weasley, I want to have a look at you."

Ginny fought every impulse she had to spit on his boots. She was used to being treated this way, by the guards, leering at her as if she was a piece of meat, and they were very hungry carnivores. But from him, Lucius Malfoy, it was even more disgusting.

For once in the time spent here, she feared for something other than physical injuries. Would Lucius really rape her? She didn't think he would. The guards weren't allowed. They had strict orders. They could torture, as much as they pleased, but they were not allowed to rape anyone. Why would they, all prisoners were "filthy blood traitors" weren't they? Bloody prats.

But this was not a simple guard. It was Lucius Malfoy, Voldemort's right hand man. He could do pretty much whatever he bleeding well pleased.

Ginny didn't comply. She continued to look down at his overly expensive boots. Suddenly, she was lifted off her feet, and levitated into the air.

Lucius circled her slowly. "You will do what I say Weasley, and from now on, when I address you, you will answer and obey, and call me sir."

Oh, if only she had her wand! She would bat-bogey his albino arse into oblivion! Instead she settled for glaring daggers at him.

"I believe," He drawled, coming to face her again, "that I told you to answer when I address you."

"I believe," She drawled in return, "that you can got to hell you bloody git. Oh, and don't forget to say hello to your master for me when you get there, Sir." She added with a cheeky smile.

Lucius glared, "Insolent girl. You think so highly of yourself don't you? Crucio!" He yelled.

Pain.

Waves of it crashed against Ginny, and she feel the hate layered deep within them. She thrashed, and twitched violently, but she would not utter out a scream. She wouldn't give the bastard the satisfaction.

It stopped, and Ginny fell from the air and crashed on to her knees once more. She let out a yelp. Bloody hell.

A few more footsteps, and he was above her again, his cane pulling her chin up once more. His eyes held a deep loathing.

"Do you know why I am here Weasley?" He whispered icily, his eyes gathering a storm.

She was too tired to retort. She was too tired to be cheeky. A month of extreme torture, under nourishment, and barely sleeping had taken its toll. Lucius's curse had taken whatever energy she had left.

She simply shook her head.

Lucius sneered. Or was that look simply itched permanently upon his face? "I am here," He began circling her once more, "because you are a thorn in the Dark Lord's side. You have been here for a mere month, but in that space of time, you have been tortured possibly more than any prisoner. Do you want to know why that is Ginerva?"

Ginny didn't answer. She was trying to make sense of his words. Where they going to kill her? She had after all never given in to their 'interrogations'. Never once had she let slip any information about the Order, or Harry, or anything of importance. She would never betray them like that. Besides, she didn't know any confidential information.

Harry's mission was a complete secret. No one but Hermione and Ron knew what it was, and they were right there with him. She wasn't high in the Order ranks. She was 'too young', supposedly. She really didn't have much information to give, besides headquarters, and she could never reveal that. She wasn't secret keeper. Nor would she willingly.

There was base, or better known as 'Ash', where the new recruits were trained, and then there was 'Phoenix', where the Order members of lower levels lived, trained, and were briefed on missions to be completed. Finally, there was 'Fawkes', the main headquarters, where only the highest level Order members resided. They were in command. You followed their orders. Its location was top secret to anyone who didn't reside there.

Almost every one of Ginny's family members belonged in 'Fawkes', except her. It had always irked her, but she was moving up the ladder quickly, and she knew that with enough experience she would be welcomed there with open arms.

It was Lucius's slap that jerked her out of her thoughts. It stung, and automatically brought tears to her eyes. She immediately blinked them away.

"I asked you a question," He hissed, "and when I do, you shall reply!"

Ginny glared at him slightly, but nodded. She was too weak to argue at this point. All she wanted was to go back to her cell and be left alone. Lucius had brought back memories she had been trying to suppress, and they hurt too much. She knew there was very little chance of her seeing her family ever again. Or her friends. Or Harry. And thinking of them, and the Order, and how she had let them down by being captured, just ached more than any physical injury possible.

Lucius regained his composure, but his eyes still held a deep loathing. "As I was saying Weasley, you are a known Order member, as are most of you're filthy family, and when you were captured, we had believed you held valuable information. Apparently, we were mistaken," He sneered and Ginny's lip twitched slightly, for at least she had done something right. Pissing off death eaters and Voldemort was a definite plus.

"Even if I had information Malfoy," she whispered, "what makes you gits believe I would ever tell you?"

Lucius did not answer. He pointed his wand at her, and she had barely heard him utter the curse before the pain hit her.

This was much worse than the first. Much, much worse.

Every nerve was on fire, burning and screaming. She was being torn apart, burned from the inside, stabbed by a thousand knives at once, and pounded on by brute fists. All of her muscles tensed and clenched and every bone felt as if it were breaking a million times. All she knew was the pain. She knew nothing, she was nothing. Ginny had no name, no friends, no memories, and no grasp on anything but the awful pain. She screamed and writhed on the floor, begging silently for it to stop, though the words could not leave her lips.

Finally, after what seemed like decades, it stopped.

When she slowly opened her eyes, Lucius's cold grey orbs were above her. He had a smug smirk on his lips. "That curse, is one of the Dark Lord's own design. Much worse than the Cruciatus don't you think? You've just had the privilege of being the first human I've ever tried it on. Could you describe the feeling? The Dark Lord would certainly be pleased to know." He chuckled and nudged Ginny with his boot.

Ginny could not answer. She could not move. Her body ached with the aftermath of the curse.

"Now that you've finally shut your mouth, I shall finish my explanation as to why I am in your filthy blood traitor presence." Lucius continued as he circled her still, and crumpled form. "As it seems that you have no useful information, we have no use for you. Most people in you're position would be killed," He paused thoughtfully.

"Alas, that is not you're fate. Yet. You are wasting needed space here in Azkaban, and we obviously can't simply let you go. We consulted with the Dark Lord, and he has decided to spare you, for now. But you see, we had to arrange something for you, and then, a wonderful idea came up. You see, my son Draco, is very unsatisfied with his house elf, and we both agree that a human may suit his needs better. So you see, you'll be transported to my home, where you shall serve my son, in every aspect of his choosing. You shall be his own private slave. And, you shall also serve as wonderful bait to the great," he smirked, "Harry Potter. Although, seeing as he left the Wizarding World, like the coward he is, he probably doesn't give a damn. Either way, we win."

Ginny wanted to scream. She wanted to yell. To protest. To defend Harry. She could not. Everything hurt, and she could barely keep her eyes open. She could not speak, for fear of more pain.

The last thing she saw before the darkness, were those cold, malicious eyes.

Ginny blinked at the bright light.

After being in the constant darkness for a month, the light wasn't very kind to her eyes. She blinked a few times before her eyes adjusted. She eyed her surroundings slowly, taking it all in.

The room was bright, but it had no windows. The walls were cream colored, and the tiles were white. There was a sink, a toilet, and a door. It was warm here.

Ginny looked down. She was in a tub, filled to the brim with warm water. It was a small tub, but she had not been able to bathe in Azkaban, so this was definitely an improvement. But wait. Where on earth was she? Her head pounded. Her body ached. She could hardly remember what had happened to her.

She was clearly not in Azkaban anymore, so where was she? She struggled to recall the previous days events. She remembered waking up from a horrible dream, being dragged to another torture session, and then everything was fuzzy. She focused on remembering.

Dragon hide boots. A cane tapping. And those cold piercing eyes.

With a jolt, the memories came flooding back. She had been tortured, with the most horrible pain she had ever felt. She had been told that she would be a slave, for Draco Malfoy. She would be used as bait to lure Harry Potter.

Ginny panicked. She jumped out of the tub, and ran to the door. She tried to open it, it was locked. She shouted and pounded on the door.

She screamed in rage.

She yelled in anger.

She cursed in frustration.

It was useless. She might as well have been inside a giant bubble. It seemed no one heard her screams, and if they did, they were to ignore them.

Ginny slid down the door, and clutched her knees to her chest. Ginny cried.

Ginny had not cried since Harry left. She had stayed strong, never letting her guard down. Never letting her vulnerability show. Now, she felt all hope was lost.

She might as well would have stayed in Azkaban. At least there, she would not have to see the man who led Albus Dumbledore to death each day. At least there, she could not humiliate her family.

Who knew what they would force her to do here? If the Weasley's ever knew that Ginny would be here, doing the biddings of the Malfoy's, could they ever forgive her? Could she forgive herself?

And how, how could she remain here knowing that if word got out, Harry would surely come, and they would be ready for him. And Ron would come. And Hermione. How could she let herself get into this situation?

Simple. Ginny had gotten caught. A mission gone wrong. It was all her own fault, and now she was suffering for it. If only she had kept her temper!

It had been a rescue mission. Simple really, for the kidnappers were a group of snatchers, who had captured a young muggle born witch. Snatchers were fairly easy to deal with. They were not very smart, and were too hasty in their decisions.

Ginny was in a group of five 'Phoenixes', and the object was simple enough. Get in, grab the girl, and get out. They had managed to enter the old deserted building, which the snatchers were occupying, without problems.

The witch, looked to be about fourteen, was tied up on a chair in the middle of the dark, smelly room. The group of snatchers, they were about six men, were debating what to do with her. Some suggested to go straight to the ministry. Some suggested killing her first. Then one of them suggested having 'some more fun' with her first. They had all agreed.

Normally, Ginny would have used stealth to take them down. Normally, she would have made it quick, and quiet. This time, she had snapped. Maybe it had been the frightened look in the girl's eyes. Maybe it had to do with the sick layer of lust in the men's voices. Maybe she was simply tired and wanted it done with.

Ginny wasn't sure why she had lost control, but she now regretted it, deeply. Without thinking, she had run out of her hiding spot, charging at the six men. She shot spells in every direction, letting her rage guide her. Always a mistake.

She had managed to quickly take down two of the men, but then she was cornered. Her team came to her rescue of course, but it appeared that now with the remaining snatchers aware of the situation, they were skilled.

Hexes flew in every direction, lights flashing all around the room. Luckily, one of her group members, Collin Creevy, had managed to free the young witch in all the confusion and take her to safety.

Ginny was dueling fiercely with a rather large, but extremely skilled snatcher. Suddenly, she saw a green light flash, and one of her comrades' fall. It was Julia Gressling, one of Ginny's dearest friends. In the moment of shock, before Ginny could even realize what had just happened, she was hit in the back with a curse. She instantly had lost consciousness.

When she woke, she was in a cell. The snatchers had recognized her, and she had been sent straight to Azkaban. It was the hardest in the beginning. Adjusting. Ginny was not used to being hungry. She was not used to sleeping when all around you there were cries and yells of pain, suffering.

Ginny suffered too. She stayed as strong as she could. The worst part was not knowing what had happened to her group, and knowing that it was all her fault. Eventually she found out that other than Julia, and herself, her group remained unscathed.

The snatcher had managed to grab Ginny and apparate the minute the curse had taken affect, and he was gone without a trace. Once word had gotten out that she was in Azkaban, the Order knew that trying to free her was suicide. She was deemed a lost cause. Ginny had accepted this. It was her own fault, and although she knew it must be extremely difficult for her family, they would have to cope.

Escaping Azkaban was impossible. Out of the question. The dementors had been released from their 'guarding duties', but hundreds of death eaters were now guarding the prison. Every possible spell to insure maximum 'security' was placed upon the island. No one could get in, or out, without clearance.

But maybe… maybe now. She was out of Azkaban, her chances of escaping had already escalated. But, she was wandless, and at Malfoy Manor. Surely security here would be extremely high as well, especially for her.

Yet, Ginny was determined. She would escape. She wasn't sure how, or how long it would take. But she would do everything in her power to leave this place, even if it meant she would die trying. She knew it sounded melodramatic, but it was the truth.

She could never live with herself, knowing she hadn't done all she could to escape this fate. To deny the Malfoy's the smug smirks of satisfaction. To show her family she was still fighting.

With her mind made up, Ginny stood, and returned to the tub, which was miraculously still warm. Must be a charm. She would enjoy this while she could. She was sure that this would be as good as treatment as she would get here in Malfoy manor, and this was probably an exception. She knew she would be treated like dirt. She expected it. She was preparing herself for it. But she would fight back in every way she could. She would not let them break her.

A knock on the door shook her from her thoughts. It opened, and a small house elf stepped in, hesitantly.

It's huge eyes locked on Ginny for a second, before they lowered back to the floor. "Hello Miss. My name is Twinkie, miss. Master Malfoy told me to get you ready." Twinkie spoke so softly, that Ginny had hardly heard her.

Ginny wanted to tell the house elf to leave her alone. But she felt sorry for this creature. None of this was her fault. Besides, if she wouldn't comply, the creature would suffer because of her. Ginny sighed, and nodded.

Twinkie snapped her fingers, and instantly, the tub was surrounded by dozens of potions. Ginny closed her eyes in agitation. It was obvious she was going to be plucked, primped, and scrubbed with in an inch of her life. She had to look presentable to Draco Malfoy after all.

This would possibly be the worst torture yet.

"May I ask, to what is it you are preparing me for?" Ginny said quietly, as Twinkie began massaging Ginny's scalp with a pink potion.

"For training miss. I shall be teaching you everything you will need to know miss."

Ginny huffed.

"You will also be meeting young Master Malfoy today miss. You must please him greatly miss. You will serve to please him." Twinkie explained, in an obvious tone.

Ginny's ears perked up. So, she would be meeting the great ferret himself today. Good. She hoped he would be scandalized. Oh, she would please him all right.

Please his albino arse into hell.

For the next few hours, Ginny had been indeed plucked, cleansed, scrubbed, and filed in every possible way. It had taken longer than she had expected, but she hadn't had any options for good hygiene at Azkaban, and even while she had been working for the Order, she didn't have much time to focus on her looks. Nor did she really care.

Looks didn't matter to Ginny. Sure, she knew what it felt like to wear a pretty dress and feel important, she knew how a little bit of make up could transform a face. Before the war, before Voldemort had taken control, before she had joined the fight, she had cared.

She was a teenager then after all. She cared about the way she looked, about as much as any other witch did. But Ginny had never needed much make up, or potions. She had always been pretty, some even might say beautiful. She generally liked the way she looked. Before the war though, she would take the time to gussy in front of a mirror, and worry about her hair, or her weight, or acne.

But the war had changed everything. It made children grow up much sooner than they should have. It had made her grow up. She joined the fight the moment she could, and had never regretted it.

After living at 'Ash', where she had barely time to eat or sleep from all the training, she had forgotten completely about worrying about her outer appearance, sometimes, she would go weeks before coming across a mirror.

Wow. As she thought of it now, she could not remember the last time she had seen a mirror. Definitely over a month, there were no mirrors in Azkaban. Even at 'Phoenix', her home, she could not remember the last time she had seen her reflection.

Curiosity took hold of Ginny. She was currently still in the small bathroom she had woken in. She noticed there were no mirrors here. She also noticed that she was still unclothed. Twinkie was combing her hair.

Ginny cleared her throat lightly, "Twinkie," she started hesitantly, "when do I get clothes?" Better to start with the easy questions first.

Ginny knew it probably wasn't too much to ask, to see her appearance, but honestly, she was nervous. What if all those months of training, missions, and especially Azkaban, had taken their toll? What if she was hideous?

She knew she shouldn't care much. She didn't really care about the way she saw herself, but a thought she could not help had appeared. What if she did escape, and she would see Harry again. If she were indeed hideous, would he still want her? And would he want her at all, after the war? If they both even lived by the end of the war. If there ever would be an end to the war.

Doubts and wonderings and dark thoughts began to arise in Ginny. She had practically forgotten she had asked the elf a question before it was answered.

"Miss-"

"Ginny," Ginny corrected the elf, for what seemed to be the hundredth time.

"Ginny, your clothing are in your bedroom. I shall take you there now." The elf squeaked and started toward the door.

"Wait!" Ginny cried, "I am supposed to go out like this? Nude?"

The elf shook her head, "No, no Miss Ginny, your room is right here, through this door. See?"

Ginny walked timidly to peek through the threshold. Indeed, beyond the door was a small bedroom. Smaller even than the one she had at the Burrow, but a definite improvement from Azkaban.

There was a cot in one corner, by a small window. Across from it was a trunk, which she guessed, held her clothing. Another corner of the room held a door, and on the wall beside it was a small mirror.

Ginny felt anxious. This was her new prison. It might be grander than her cell, but it would surely be much worse here, serving the Malfoy's every beck and call.

Twinkie had already trotted to the trunk, and opened it. Ginny followed slowly behind. The little elf removed a few objects, and snapped her fingers. Before she had even realized it, Ginny was dressed.

She looked down. She dearly wanted to vomit. She was dressed in a French maid, muggle styled, dress. Apron, lace, frills and all. This was simply too cruel. Even for death eaters. She should have expected this. She kicked herself for not expecting something as humiliating. And not only was the outfit completely degrading, the dress was extremely short! It barely reached her mid thigh! Ginny fought the bile threatening to rise.

Twinkie smiled encouragingly at her. Ginny wanted to kick her.

"Don't you look lovely Miss Ginny? This is your working clothes. You have some night clothes in the trunk Miss, but it is orders that whenever you leave your rooms Miss, that you wear your work clothes. I must go now Miss. I shall be back soon to bring you to young Master Malfoy." With those words, and a loud pop, Twinkie was gone, leaving Ginny to wallow in her misery alone.

Timidly, Ginny made her way to the small mirror by the door. She stood in front of it with closed eyes. She was sure she would not like what she saw.

She opened them slowly.

Bloody hell, was this really her?

Her long red mane was unchanged, still straight down to her waist, but it seemed silkier, shinier even, that was probably thanks to potions though. Her skin was paler than she had remembered. Her face was thinner too. It made her seem older somehow. But, she could not acknowledge that this creature was her. She stared at her eyes. Yes, they definitely held the deepest change.

They had always been a warm chocolate brown. She had always liked her eyes. They always seemed to sparkle somehow, to hold warmth. They were different now. They were the same shade. But they were cold. They held no warmth. No sparkle. They were hollow.

Her eyes traveled down to gaze at her 'work clothes'. They were even worse than she thought. The dress had a built in corset, which made her cleavage highly noticeable, much more than she liked. And her waist, seemed so tiny! Had she really lost that much weight, or was it simply the corset? No, she had lost a lot of weight. Far too much.

Ginny wanted to cry, but no tears would come. No. Now was not the time to cry. Now was the time to think. She would have to be sneaky, cunning, deceiving. She would have to act like a true Slytherin, but she was here, in company of the biggest Slytherins she knew. Surely she could pick up a few things.

Ginny stared at her reflection. She hated the girl standing before her. The war had sucked out all the life out of her. She was not happy, go lucky Ginny. She hadn't really been for a while. But now, she realized exactly how much had changed.

Well, she'd be damned if she wasn't going to try and fix it.

Twinkie reappeared in the room, with a loud crack. The elf nodded at Ginny. "It is time. Follow me Miss."

Ginny followed the elf out the room silently. Now was not the time to lash out. To show her rage. No. Now was the time to be quiet, and to asses the situation. She would memorize this Manor. Every hall, every door, every passage, every stairwell. Ginny had a good memory. She could do this.

After a few minutes, the small elf stopped suddenly. Ginny had been so focused on memorizing every step she took she had not noticed they had come to a stop. She bumped into the small elf, and lost her footing for a moment.

Ginny straightened back up. They were in front of a set of large oak doors. She took a deep breath. She could do this.

The elf knocked three times, and the door swung open slowly. Ginny lifted her chin, and walked in, eyes high, a smile on her lips. They would not break her.

"Weasley. I see you have taken to your outfit well."

Ginny's smile widened. "Yes thank you Malfoy. This little get up is quite fetching isn't it?"

Draco Malfoy's smirk did not falter. "Yes, I do believe it is."

A/N- I really hope you enjoyed! PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! I need feedback for this story! I've worked very hard (:

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