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Captured Hearts	By : nvywf2005 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Ginny Views: 7143 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N one: Thanks for the reviews . . . Even the not so good ones, LOL. I have a 4-month-old
daughter, and a husband/dog/house to take care of, so I don’t really have time to go back and
make corrections or change things people might like me to. Writing these stories is just a
hobby that I do because I see my husband doing it and he has so much fun. Then I get an idea
and go with it. So if people like it, then that’s fine. If they don’t, then that’s ok too.

The part with the kidnaping isn’t all that important. So it doesn’t need more details. The
important thing to look out for is the triangle that will be developing between Draco, Ginny,
and Harry. I know Harry might be out of character, as will Draco. That’s one thing I struggle
with I guess, is keeping Draco evil long enough . . . He just crumbles so easily for me.

A/N two: This will most likely be my last update for a few weeks. I’m leaving on Saturday to
go to Nevada and visit family. I’m taking my 4mo. old daughter with me, and I won’t be
taking any of my notebooks with me. Besides, I want to get everything all typed up out of all
these notebooks(not just for this story, I also have most of “Forbidden Fruit” written, and a
good portion of “Protecting Ginny,” as well as a newer one, “Never Perfect,” and this story),
so I don’t have to worry about losing them or more pages getting ripped out . . . and my
husband doesn’t like it when I post too much because he says it’s a bad way to keep peoples
interest.

Thanks for reading!

Chapter 3:Ginny’s Room

            It was just shortly after noon. Ginny and Draco had sat in complete silence for nearly four
hours. A House Elf had brought them up some food around eleven. Both of them were hungry
and ate fairly quickly.

            Draco had finished the magazine he’d been reading earlier and moved onto the Quibbler.
Ginny couldn’t help but smile as she thought about her friend Luna and how her dad was
involved with the silly, but somewhat truthful paper.

            There was a knock on the door. Some sort of coded one Ginny guessed as Draco got up to
answer it. She could tell it was Severus Snape from the voice.

            “Mr. Malfoy, we need to talk. Come out here so it’s more private,” Snape instructed.
Draco stepped outside into the hallway and shut the door behind him. Snape continued when he
was sure the door was shut and their prisoner wouldn’t overhear them.

            “The room has been secured, but the Dark Lord still wants you guarding her. Make sure
she stays happy though. Woo her if that’s what it takes. If you would like to sleep, use the couch
in there. Just keep an eye and ear alert in case she decides to try anything. You’ve also been
instructed to tell her about the room and show her the outer portion as well as the pool . . . but
don’t say too much. If she asks a question, you may answer it, but don’t give too much away.
Your trunk of clothes and other things you’ve requested should be up shortly.”

            “Yes, Sir,” Draco replied. Nodding his head, before turning around to go back inside the
room. Ginny was still sitting on the couch like she had been when he’d left.

            “I’m going to go shower real quick, and then I’ll show you the room and explain
everything to you,” Draco told her as he walked toward the bathroom. Ginny nodded her
understanding. “I’ll need to use your shampoo, Weasley. My belongings haven’t been sent up
yet.”

“Ok,” Ginny replied as she watched Draco shut the bathroom door and heard him turn on the
shower.

            “Damn-it!” Draco cursed angrily as he walked back out of the bathroom about twenty
minutes later. He only had a towel wrapped around his waist. “Did my trunk get here yet?” he
asked.

“It’s over there,” Ginny gestured toward a corner of the room.

“Good,” Draco went over to his trunk and pulled out some black pants, a wife-beater, boxers, and
a fresh black robe. He went back into the bathroom and came back out looking like he had when
he first went in there.

            “Lets go,” Draco ordered. Ginny stood up and stretched before going over to where he
was standing.

            “Now, the only thing you need to know about this room is it’s heavily guarded by magic.
Only Death Eaters or the Dark Lord can get in or out. In order for you to get out, you have to be
escorted by one of the two mentioned. The window shows the outside, but no one can see in from
the other side. The whole house and property it is on are hidden,” Draco explained as he
motioned for Ginny to follow him.

            He walked over to the fireplace and tapped the wall. It spun them around so they were in
what appeared to be a library. It also had a chess board sitting in one of the corners.

            “There’s loads of books in here and chess. I hate that game though,” Draco tapped the
wall again and it spun them again. This time they were in a room with an indoor pool and hot
tub.

            “Pool’s warm, but not too hot. Gives some entertainment. If you don’t have a suit,
someone will get you one or you can wear . . . whatever.”

“It’s pretty in here,” Ginny complimented as she felt some plants and dipped her hand into the
waterfall that was against the wall.

“Let’s go,” Draco instructed as he tapped the wall again and they were back in the room.

            “Can I go in there by myself, or do you have to be with me?” Ginny asked.

“By yourself . . . I’m here only to make sure you don’t escape or try to do anything stupid . . . Oh,
and I have to be nice to you,” Draco replied.

            Next, Draco led Ginny over to the second door in the room and opened it. There was a
huge, full garden. It had a walking path and fountains all over. One was even large enough to
stand in.

            “It’s not really outside, but does the trick when you need some fresh air. There’s a few
benches and a swing too . . . some butterflies and birds . . . fish in the fountains,” Draco stopped
and leaned against a wall. Putting his hands in his pant pockets.

            “I don’t get it,” Ginny wondered out loud.

“What?”

“Why he’s doing all this. This wouldn’t be a punishment if I wasn’t forced to stay here,” Ginny
sighed as she sat down on a bench next to the wall Draco was leaning against.

            “The Dark Lord doesn’t want to kill you . . . yet . . . he wants to use you. He knows how
much you mean to Potter and the Order of the Phoenix. If you’re busy trying to escape from here
and shit, that’s more time him and the rest of us have to spend away from planning . . . things,”
Draco explained.

            “I knew it had something to do with Harry. Doesn’t make sense though since he broke up
with me. Didn’t even think of the Order though . . . ”

“Weasley, just because Scar-Head dumped you, doesn’t mean he doesn’t care. In-fact, it means
he cares even more then you think. Hell, I’d probably do the same thing except Pansy would
probably castrate me or something if I did,” Draco chuckled.

            “So you and Pansy are still together?” Ginny asked, trying to make small talk.

“More or less . . . off and on really. More off lately then on. She’s too scared of me now, I think.
So she’s been spending a lot of time with Zabini. Who is away from all the danger, but still very
much a prick,” Draco shook his head. “I’m going back in to get some sleep.”

“I’ll go too,” Ginny followed him.

            Back inside the room, Draco went over to his trunk and pulled out a blanket. Then he
headed to the couch.

            “Do you want one of my pillows? I really only need one,” Ginny offered.

“Sure.”

She grabbed a pillow off her bed and took it over to Draco before going back over to lie down on
her bed. She wasn’t really tired...just bored, which she was used to since her family wasn’t
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xactly wealthy. Soon Draco was snoring and Ginny allowed herself to drift off to sleep as well.

            It’ll be really hard to figure out where they’ve taken Ginny,” Harry said as he, Ron, and
Hermione tried to come up with a plan. The Order members at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place
were busy doing the same thing.

“Can’t we just track them or have an Auror watch out for dark wizards going in and out of a
house?” Ron asked.

“I wish it were that simple...no, the Death Eaters and Voldemort’s place or places are probably
somewhat similar to Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. Where you can’t tell it’s there unless
you have permission from someone high up in their chain,” Hermione replied.

            “Do you think she’ll be ok?” Ron asked.

“I hope so,” Hermione replied softly.

“She’s gotta be. I don’t think he’ll kill her. Voldemort obviously needs her for something,” Harry
looked at his two friends.

            Ron and Hermione didn’t stay at the Dursley’s much longer. They figured Mrs. Weasley
would want them back before dinner. So around four, Harry walked them back down to the
fireplace in the living room.

            Petunia and Dudley stayed in the kitchen, but Harry could tell they were listening ans
watching as much as they could.

            “Sorry I can’t be of too much help,” Harry apologized as Ron and Hermione tapped into
the fireplace.

“It’s alright,” Ron assured him.

“It’s not your fault, Harry. Don’t get too down about it. Just keep thinking and we’ll check back
in,” Hermione added before dropping a hand full of floo powder and saying where she wanted to
be taken.

            With Ron and Hermione gone, Harry decided he’d better go into the kitchen and help
prepare dinner. He knew there would be many questions to answer. Especially after his Uncle

Vernon got home and learned of the days events.

            When Hermione and Ron arrived back at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. Mrs.
Weasley was in the kitchen checking on the roast she was making for dinner.

            “Have a nice chat with Harry, you two?” She asked.

“Yeah, it was nice to see him,” Hermione replied.

“He really wants to be here instead of there,” Ron added.

“I knew he’d want that...He’s a good boy!” Molly smiled.

            Soon they were all sitting at the dinner table eating. Several of the Order members stayed
to eat as well. Ron and Hermione learned Hagrid was going to be living there and so was
Professor McGonagall. Hagrid’s hut had been burnt down during the happenings at the end of
term, and McGonagall just didn’t feel like leaving every night just to come back the next day.
Bill and Fleur had rented a small house near by with Charlie. Tonks and Lupin were staying at
his place. While Moody and Kingsley Shacklebolt were living at Moody’s. The twins varied
between staying at Number Twelve and their flat they rented near their joke shop.

            “Stay in two’s and keep constant vigilance!” Moody was always reminding everyone.

Figuring two wizards were better then one if an attack should happen.

            Draco woke up, and saw Ginny sitting over by the window. She’d changed into some
pajama pants and a camisole. She had a blanket draped over her shoulders. He got up from the
couch and went over to where she was sitting.

Damn I hate this shit...I don’t know how to be...nice, Draco thought.

            “Have a nice nap?” Ginny asked.

“Fine,” Draco replied as he drug another chair over and sat in it. “Sucks being this bored, doesn’t
it?”

“Not really...I’m used to it,” Ginny blushed.

“I’m not, I’m used to always having something fun to do,” Draco bragged.

            “You probably hate having to guard me don’t you, Malfoy?” Ginny asked.

“Could be worse...it’s not like I have a choice...You’re my punishment.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. I’m the one who couldn’t follow through on my orders to kill that old
Bastard...I choked,” Draco sighed.

            A knock came from the door and Draco got up to answer it. Snape was on the other side
again.

            “She’s to write Potter a letter...Just telling him she’s alive and ok. No one but him and no
details about where she is or who’s here.”

“Yes, Sir,” Draco replied before shutting the door and going back over to the window. He
explained everything he was told to Ginny.

            “Ok,” Ginny replied. Draco went and got her a book to write on, some parchment paper,
and a quill and ink. Then he handed it all to her.

“Remember, no details! Don’t even say I’m your guard, and I have to read what you’ve written,
so no dirtiness either.”

“I know,” Ginny replied before dipping the quill into the ink and writing the letter.

Harry,

I’m alive and ok. Can’t say anything else. Tell everyone ‘hi’

and tell them not to worry too much.

Love,

Ginny Weasley

            “Is that ok?” Ginny asked, handing the note to Draco. He quickly skimmed over it before
handing it back.

“Fine, I’ll be back. I have to go send it off,” Draco said as he turned to leave the room. Noticing a
sense of sadness on Ginny’s face.

            On his way down the staircase, Draco ran into Pansy who was on her way up.

“Hey,” Pansy greeted him. Stopping in front of him.

“What are you doing here?”

“Came to see you, silly!” Pansy put her arms around Draco’s waist and leaned in for a kiss.

“What happened to Blaise?” Draco kissed her again.

“He’s still around...just not as exciting as you are.”

            Draco turned them around and leaned Pansy against the banister. Lifting her legs around
his waist and adjusting his pants so they were unzipped and unbuttoned. Then he moved her
panties aside and slid himself into her.

            After the quickie with Pansy. Draco hurried off to send the letter Ginny had written and
then hurried back up to ‘their’ room.

            “Sorry it took so long...ran into Pansy and she needed...something,” Draco apologized, as
he walked in and saw Ginny on the couch reading a book. He knew he didn’t owe her an
apology. They weren’t friends or anything. He was just the person chosen to guard her...nothing
more.

“It’s ok,” Ginny put down her book and looked at Draco. She couldn’t help but smile.

“What are you laughing about, Weasley?”

“Nothing...you just don’t have to be like that. I have six brothers.”

            “Yeah, I know...only four of them have probably had sex though and they’re not the ones
closest to you. Although I give props to Bill,” Draco smirked.

“What makes you think Ron hasn’t?”

“He’s waiting for the Mudblood,” Draco replied as he took off his black robes.

“Yeah, you’re probably right. He’d never tell me if he did it with Lavender anyways. The only
way I found out about the others was by overhearing their conversations,” Ginny said as she got
up from the couch, went over to her trunk, pulled out a hooded zip-up sweater, and put it on.

            “Where are you going?” Draco asked.

“For a walk...want to come with?”

“No.”
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