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[FIC] A Hard Teacher: Ginny/Draco, Bellatrix
Originally Posted Here on 19 August 2006

Title: A Hard Teacher
Recipient: ginny___weasley
Author: melusinahp
Pairings: Ginny/Draco, Bellatrix
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Non-con/Rape
Summary: Experience is a hard teacher because she gives the test first, the lesson afterwards. - Vernon Sanders Law
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling owns the world and the characters. I do not.
A/N: For ginny___weasley and hp_summersmut. The request was “I like darkfic. Non-con, D/s, BDSM, being forced on display, sex as torture or punishment, corsets, dirty talk, anything that isn't listed in my squicks. Twisted morality. If it's bad and wrong, I probably love it.” I hope I’ve done it justice.



They plucked her right out of the sky. It was August, and Ginny was flying on her broom, chasing the Snitch in her back garden. The rushing air was wiping her mind clean of the worry and longing that had been plaguing her since Dumbledore’s funeral. Suddenly, there were dark shapes on either side of her. She felt her arms being grabbed, and she watched, helpless, as her broom spun downwards towards the grass. She had a brief glimpse of her mother running out into the garden, screaming up at her. There was a flash of red light, and then darkness.

Gradually, consciousness returned, and she moved her limbs beneath heavy bedding and smooth linen. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, blinking as they adjusted to the light. Groggily, she took in her surroundings -- a canopied bed and a brocade bedspread, grey stone walls and colourful Oriental carpets on the floor. As her skin prickled with goose pimples, she realized that she was completely naked. With a growing sense of apprehension, she looked around for her robes and wand. They were nowhere to be seen. She shivered and hugged herself, searching her mind for an idea of who might have taken her.

The door opened and a tall, black-haired woman swept into the room: Bellatrix Lestrange. Ginny’s stomach clenched into a hard knot. Following along after Bellatrix was a thin, pale blond boy. Draco Malfoy stopped in his tracks when he saw Ginny. His grey eyes widened, and his face drained of all colour. Ginny stared back at him, her mind spinning. She pulled the bedding up to her chin.

“A blood traitor? What kind of surprise is this, Aunt Bella?” asked Draco.

Bella’s voice was slow and lazy. “This, Draco, is the reward your Master promised to you.”

“Reward for what?”

“For your excellent rendition of the Cruciatus Curse last night, I suppose. Ollivander is still a gibbering wreck. The Dark Lord was most impressed with your skill.”

“And what am I supposed to do with her?”

Her dark eyes sparkling, Bella laughed and ruffled Draco’s hair. “What you will, Draco. Do with her whatever you like.”

Draco closed his eyes and pressed his lips together, his posture stiff , as if he wanted to fold in on himself and disappear.

“I know you have limited experience,” Bella continued, smiling at him indulgently. “Don’t fear. The Dark Lord asked me to stay and… oversee your activities.”

Draco looked up at her. With those words, his aunt had informed him that this was another test. Since that terrible night on the tower at Hogwarts, the tests had been unending. He swallowed. His throat felt tight and swollen. He could imagine quite clearly what the penalty would be for another failure.

Ginny felt vines of panic seizing her mind. She thought of her mother, running out into the garden. She scanned the room, looking for an avenue of escape. The door was sealed, and the single window was high on the far side of the room. She looked at Draco, who remained frozen on his feet, and tried to blink away the panic and cold nausea billowing through her chest and head.

“Draco,” she said quietly, trying to catch his eyes, “Draco, look at me.”

Draco turned to Bellatrix. “Why her?”

His aunt shrugged. “Why not her?”

“It’s because she’s Potter’s, isn’t it?” He looked back at Ginny, his expression grim.

Bellatrix exhaled through her nostrils impatiently. “Shall I get things started?” She strode over to Ginny and yanked down the bedcovers. Ginny covered her breasts with her arms and kicked. With rough, strong hands, Bellatrix grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her violently. Ginny turned and twisted, pushing against the bed with her feet, gasping with panic, horrified that Draco could see her. Bellatrix tightened her grip on Ginny and forced her, face downwards, onto the bed. She yanked Ginny’s arms behind her back and said, “Incarcerous!”

Ginny felt ropes burn into her wrists as they bound her. Now what? Now what? Rationality fled and she shouted, “Let me go!”

Bellatrix smacked her on her arse with her hand. Ginny squealed in surprise. Bellatrix smacked her again and then gave her a deep, twisting pinch.“Oh, Draco, she’s exquisite. Look at how her skin reddens. You are a very lucky boy.” She stepped away and made a gesture with her hand, indicating that Draco should approach Ginny. Then she strode over to an overstuffed chair and sat down, leaning elegantly against one of the armrests.

Draco took some wobbly steps forwards. Keeping his head down, he climbed onto the bed. Ginny pulled herself up onto her knees and glared at him, consciously ignoring her nudity. Draco finally raised his eyes to meet hers. He looked terrified.

Ginny took some weak and desperate hope from his expression. “You don’t have to do this, Draco,” she whispered.

“I do,” Draco replied. “I haven’t got a choice.”

“Get on with it,” said Bella, fluttering her fingers over her mouth as she yawned.

Ginny saw Draco’s eyes glaze over. All hope fled. His mouth hardened and he said, in a voice that reminded her very much of his father, “Turn over.”

“Piss off!” she spat at him, and he slapped her. “You fucking wanker!” she screamed, feeling spit fly from her mouth. She saw a flash of movement out of the corner of her eye and then jumped as sharp pain spiked through her cheek.

“A Stinging Hex,” said Bellatrix. “Remind her that you’ve got a wand, Draco. You are absolutely the one in control.”

His hand shaking, Draco pulled out his wand and pointed it at Ginny’s head. She narrowed her eyes defiantly. “How much nastier do you want to make this for yourself?” Draco asked her, hissing slightly. “Bella knows worse hexes than that one, and so do I. Turn around. Let’s get it over with.”

Ginny remained as she was. She felt that she’d rather endure the Cruciatus Curse than turn around for Draco.

Draco swore and said, “Debilito!” Ginny felt all the strength melt from her body. Her head flopped forwards, and she slumped backwards onto the bed. Draco clumsily rolled her over and pulled her hips upwards, towards him. Ginny tried to struggle but her muscles felt as if they were marbled with lead.

Draco parted his robes and freed his prick, which was limp in his hand. Pulling at himself did no good. He was going to have to use all the powers of his imagination to make this work. He bit his lip and ran his hands over Ginny’s buttocks, feeling her flesh quiver beneath his fingers. He leaned over her back and grabbed one of her breasts. Her body stiffened. To Draco’s relief, her face was completely obscured by her flowing red hair. With his free hand, he began to stroke his prick. He closed his eyes and tried to give himself over to his senses, to shut out the reality of what he was about to do. He pressed his face against her back, licking and smelling her skin. She tasted sweet and clean – but she wasn’t clean. She was a Weasley – a filthy blood-traitor. There. His prick began to swell. He pulled back his foreskin and rubbed his thumb against the head of his prick, concentrating on the pleasure. He wondered if there was any way he could just pull himself off, if he could somehow fool his aunt into thinking…

“Perhaps you’d prefer a boy, Draco?” asked Bellatrix, her voice sharp. “I don’t think your father would be impressed, but if that’s what you need…”

“I don’t want a boy!” snapped Draco. He took his now hard prick in his hand and prodded Ginny, searching for the right spot. Finally, he felt some give and tried to shove himself inside of her. It felt so strange, so unlike what he had imagined. Her flesh was tacky and gripped at his prick. It hurt. He wasn’t enjoying himself at all.

Ginny’s hands curled into fists behind her back. She pressed her face into a pillow. She wanted to scream, but she was damned if she’d let Draco hear her. She felt him jabbing into her. It was like she was being torn open. No! she thought, swallowing a sob No! This isn’t fair!

Bellatrix snorted. “Draco, really! Put your fingers in her first. Use some spit.”

Draco pulled away from Ginny and looked at his trembling hand. His mouth was dry. Feeling Bellatrix’s eyes burning into him, wanting to scream with humiliation, he stuck three fingers into his mouth and sucked and licked at them until he was able to produce enough saliva to make them wet. Then, with his other hand grasping Ginny’s thigh, he forced his fingers through her labia and into her body. Her hips jerked forwards, and he heard her gag.

Bellatrix made an impatient sound and drew herself up. She walked over, grabbed a handful of Ginny’s hair, and then wrapped Draco’s fingers around the locks. Keeping Draco’s hand in hers, she yanked at Ginny’s hair. Ginny cried out in pain. “Try it now,” said Bellatrix, and then she strolled back to her chair and draped her long body over it, watching Draco intently.

Draco held Ginny’s hair in his hand, his heart beating like an engine in his chest. There was a hot, sickening lump in his stomach. He twisted his fingers inside of her and moved them in and out, until she started to feel slick and sticky. He removed his hand and positioned himself to make another attempt.

Ginny felt Draco fumbling around behind her again. She felt his prick parting her labia and then sliding inside of her. The pain was sharp and grinding. She bit down on the pillow to keep herself from making any sound. Draco’s hands gripped her hips as he started to fuck her.

It was disgusting, a completely repulsive feeling. Ginny felt a bubble of pressure growing in her chest, forcing its way upwards through her throat. It forced its way out of her mouth and she moaned, “Draco, stop, please. You’re hurting me. Please.”

Draco stopped moving. She heard him breathing. His hands trembled where they held her.

“Is there a problem?” asked Bellatrix.

“No,” replied Draco. “There’s no problem.” He started thrusting into her again. Ginny screamed silently into the pillow. This couldn’t be happening. She had to make it stop.

“Do you do everything they tell you to do?” she asked in a strangled voice. “Haven’t you got a mind of your own?”

“Shut up,” Draco gasped, and with each word, he thrust into her viciously. “Shut up you Filthy! Blood-traitor! Pathetic! Little! Whore!” He sped up, digging his fingers into her waist, slamming her body forwards. Ginny’s face was clenched in pain. She couldn’t stop herself from keening, what he was doing to her hurt so badly. Finally, his movements became frantic, and he yelled, “Oh…fuck…ah!”

Draco’s mind was filled with a red haze. He panted, trying to catch his breath. He’d done it. He’d raped her. Bellatrix would go and tell the Dark Lord, and now, maybe, it was slightly less likely that he’d be killed. He pulled out of Ginny and saw streaks of blood on his penis. He shuddered, overcome with disgust. He pulled his robes closed around himself and climbed off the bed.

Ginny lowered her hips and curled up on her front, her face near her knees. She wondered if she would be sick. She felt a longing for her mother, stronger than she’d every felt before.

Bellatrix stood and walked around the bed towards Draco, her face shining. She ruffled his hair, affectionately. “Well done, Draco. I hope you enjoyed yourself.”

Ginny felt her strength returning and abruptly sat up. Draco jerked and took a step away from her.

“Proud of yourself, Malfoy?” she asked. Her voice shook, but she forced herself to look at him straight on. He flicked his grey eyes away from her, and then met her gaze briefly, before looking away again. He was flushed, and his hair hung in his face.

Draco took a deep shuddering breath. “This is who I am. I’m a Malfoy.”

“Oh, well done, then,” said Ginny. “I’m sure your father will be very proud of you when he hears what you did.”

Draco’s jaw moved back and forth as he ground his teeth together. “And what will your father say when he hears?” he asked, sneering, flicking his eyes once more towards her face.

The skin on Ginny’s cheeks prickled. She hadn’t cried while he was raping her, and she wasn’t going to do it now. “You’re sick. You’re a twisted little bastard. Harry will kill you for this, not to mention my brothers. They’ll cut off your sad little cock and…”

Bellatrix stepped swiftly forwards and pressed her wand into the centre of Ginny’s forehead. Ginny closed her mouth. “That’s better,” Bellatrix said quietly, and stepped back again. “Come, Draco. We must go and report your success to our Master. He will be most interested to hear the details of your conquest.” She ushered Draco out of the room.

When the door had shut, Ginny let herself sink down onto the bed. She stared at the grey walls, and finally gave herself permission to cry. No tears came, however. She could feel the pain and humiliation locked within her body, writhing between her ribs like an embryonic rat. Her vagina throbbed, and her thighs felt raw and sticky. Her arms, still bound behind her back, felt numb.

But there were no tears. She supposed she was still in shock. And yet, this horrific thing had happened to her, and she had survived it. She felt a glimmer of pride alongside the shame. She wasn’t broken. She was strong, and now she knew exactly how strong. She sat up and rested her chin on her knees. She gave one of them a soft kiss. He may have used her body, but it was still her body. She slid off the bed and stood. It took a second, but soon her legs stopped trembling.

She looked around the room, her face hard and determined. There was a single small window high on the far wall. It was just big enough that she’d be able to wriggle through. She’d never tell Harry or, God forbid, any of her brothers what had happened. She’d bury the secret deep inside until the day she met up with Draco Malfoy on equal ground. Then she’d pull it out and use it to slaughter him like an animal. She’d show him no more mercy than he’d shown her.

She steeled herself and began working her wrists back and forth, slowly and laboriously, loosening the ropes that bound them.


~Fin~