Chapter 5

Wearing only Lucius' too-large dress shirt and pigtails, Ginny sat cross-legged in the middle of the bed and attempted to play Exploding Snap by herself. The game was not turning out to be a success. Not only was it spectacularly boring, but her mind was on other things to start with.

The door was opened, and Narcissa was in the room before Ginny even noticed. She tried to mask her surprise while she grasped for something even vaguely appropriate to say.

Narcissa stood at the foot of the bed. “You look well... if not well-rested,” she said archly. Ginny kept her face impassive, and Narcissa laughed. “No blush? How you've grown in just a short while, Miss Weasley!”

She sat on the bed and assumed a more serious expression. “All joking aside, I came to see exactly how you are faring.” With this brisk statement, Narcissa's features sharpened in concentration as she focused on Ginny. Ginny felt Narcissa flip lightly through her thoughts, like one would skim a book, and she started violently.

Narcissa raised both hands placatingly. “Now, now. I suspected that you have had little Legilimency or Occlumency training...” She trailed off questioningly, and Ginny set her jaw and shook her head.

“I also suspected that you are not finding your stay here as unpleasant as you first imagined?” she further queried. Ginny shook her head again, but this shake was accompanied by a faint blush, and Ginny began to worry her bottom lip between her teeth.

Narcissa chuckled at this. “Valiant effort, but you're starting to slip a bit. You have some natural talent at deception, but you definitely need instruction.” She stood and looked at Ginny appraisingly. “Some proper clothes, too. Lucius may enjoy keeping you mostly unclad, but I myself have other tastes.”

Ginny was staring at Narcissa with open puzzlement. Breaking her silence, she asked, “Why are you doing this?”

This prompted a genuine laugh from Narcissa. “Because, darling,” she said with fake hauteur, “I bore easily, and I love to play games. I rather think we should start at the beginning.”

Ginny awoke and blinked at the ceiling as she lay unmoving. She wondered if it was possible to bruise one's brain. Despite her nap, she was still tired. You're pathetic, Weasley, she scolded herself. All you do is sleep and fuck.

A rustling of paper caused her to sit up in the bed. Lucius sat on one of the room's small couches, reading The Daily Prophet. He flicked her a glance over the top of the paper before returning his attention to it. “Good afternoon, Ginevra,” he said smoothly.

She responded in kind, trying not be distracted by the front page before her. Next to the headline 'STILL MISSING,' her photograph was gesturing wildly over her shoulder to Lucius and making a shocking variety of lascivious gestures. “Oh, for Merlin's sake, stop!” she exclaimed without thinking and then bit her lip in consternation.

Lowering the paper, Lucius looked at her in mystification before seeing the direction of her scowl. His lips twitched ever so slightly, as if suppressing a smirk. “Ah, yes. Quite one of the most interesting articles I have read in this pathetic rag,” he said.

With that, he began folding the pathetic rag in question. “You must write a letter to your mother,” he said without preamble.

No matter her morning's instruction with Narcissa, Ginny felt her jaw drop and her mouth actually fall open. “My mother?” she repeated disbelievingly.

Lucius regarded her levelly. “Ransom negotiations generally progress more smoothly when it can be assured that the hostage is, shall we say, in one piece.”

Ginny, trying to make sense of her whirling thoughts, absently repeated in a slow voice, “Hostage.”

Standing and approaching the bed, Lucius told her, “Hostage, yes.”

Ginny felt dull and mesmerized, and she heard herself say thickly, “Do you fuck all your hostages?”

“If it pleases me," he said easily, throwing back the bedclothes. Taking in her Muggle t-shirt and sweatpants, he paused and raised an eyebrow at her.

“Narcissa came by to talk to me,” she said guilelessly. “She seemed to prefer that I be dressed.”

“To talk to you,” Lucius said in a tone of voice that made it clear his thoughts on that phrase's veracity. Ginny merely smiled and, dragging her towards the edge of the bed, Lucius dropped the subject.

Following the prompting of his pushing and pulling, Ginny found herself bent over the edge of the bed, her upper body resting on the mattress. Standing behind her, Lucius slid the waistband of her pants down past her buttocks, stopping to remark on her bare skin. “No knickers, Ginevra?”

“Didn't ask for any,” she said in a muffled voice, as her face was rather pressed into the bed.

“I cannot say that I am surprised, Miss Weasley,” he replied, running his hands over her exposed flesh. Pressing her into the bed with his hips and leaning over her, crushing her with his weight, he asked her, “Would you like me to fuck you, hostage?”

She was already squirming her hips against him. “Fuck me, Lucius.”

Lucius was amused by Ginevra's obvious struggle to remain awake after they had finished. Standing by the bed, he was adjusting his robes and hair when she laboriously sat up. She wearily pawed her tangled mess of red hair back from her face and said softly, “A letter.”

“Indeed,” responded Lucius.

Unexpectedly, her freckled face crumpled. “Whatever will I say to her?” she asked in a small, quivering voice.

Lucius was taken aback and did not immediately respond. He found that he was not happy that she was upset. Not that he really felt sympathy, but the idea of sparring with and fucking a weepy, melancholy Ginevra held no appeal. He was also irritated that despite her unabashed enthusiasm in coupling with him, the imagined censure of her mother would cause her distress. He would prefer that it were not so, and the idea of her attempting to dismiss him from her mind increased his disturbance.

Lucius sat down near the bed. “Come here, Ginevra,” he said. She did so slowly, not quite weeping but leaking a few tears from her eyes. She perched on his knees when he tugged her down, pulling her t-shirt down to cover her bare bottom.

He looked at her and said seriously, “You will write to her whatever you wish, Ginevra. The letter will be owled, and then you will continue to do whatever you wish. Yes?”

She looked back at him gravely and said, “Yes, Lucius.” He let the silence linger a moment longer and then grabbed her up and put her over his knees, bare ass on display.

“I have some very strong suspicions about the things you wish,” he said in a low voice, running his hands over her skin. “In fact," he continued, stroking the insides of her thighs, “I believe I know exactly what you want, little girl.” He waited until she was wriggling and breathing hard before he paused his fingers.

“But, Ginevra, you must write a letter,” he reminded her. He smacked her ass smartly several times, being sure to angle his hand to catch the pink folds of her sex with each hit. When he raised her up and stood himself, he paused for a moment to admire the flush of her cheeks. “Quill and parchment are in the desk,” he said, and he left her to it.