Special Delivery for melusinahp Title:The Hairbrush Author:melfinatheblue Recipient's LJ name:melusinahp Rating:NC-17 Pairing(s):Draco/Ginny Word Count:1875 Warnings (if any):bondage, dubcon, dark fic, anal play Authors notes: Big thanks to the beta, without whom this fic would not exist. Hope you enjoy!
The room was dusty. It looked as though it hadn't been used in ages. There was a small filthy window on one wall, and a small bed underneath it. Draco Malfoy was struggling on the bed, fighting against Ginny and Neville as they tied him down.
"Watch it, blood traitor!"
Malfoy's face was red with effort as he strained against the ropes. Ginny and Neville moved away and stood at the foot of the bed, looking at him.
"Malfoy, how can you still manage to be arrogant and insulting tied to a bed?"
"Neville, don't engage him. He'll tell us what we want to know, or else."
Malfoy sneered.
"What are you going to do, Weaselette? Torture me? That'll make you no better than the Carrows. What happened to those Gryffindor ideals?"
"Neville, leave the room."
Ginny's face was hard, her lips compressed into a thin line. She looked very much like her mother in that moment.
"What? What are you going to do, Ginny?"
"Nothing I want anyone else to see. Trust me, I'll find out what we need to know."
Neville shook his head.
"Neville, do you want to know what happened to Luna, or not?"
"Yes, of course I do."
"Then this is the only way we're going to get it. Now please leave."
"Ginny, I don't think Harry would want you to…"
Ginny's voice was shrill. She was frustrated and it showed.
"Neville, he isn't here! We're on our own! Maybe if he was here, things would be different. But I can't think like that. We need to save ourselves, and that's what we're going to do. Now leave, please."
Neville looked at her, pleading, for a moment. Then he walked out of the room and closed the door behind him. Ginny walked over to the bed and looked down at Draco. He wasn't bad-looking. Now how to get the information out of him? She thought about the bat-bogey hex and immediately dismissed it. It was too obvious, and even the Carrows would figure it out, not to mention Snape. No, there had to be another way. She leaned over him, and an evil plan occurred to her. How closely did Draco hold to his father's ideals? Well, if they were his ideals too, this would horrify him.
"Ever fucked a woman, Malfoy?"
Draco stared at her. He looked arrogant, just like always. How the hell Malfoy managed to look arrogant tied to a bed was beyond her, but it was impressive.
"None of your business, Weaselette. Why, you aching for some?"
His voice was full of bravado, but Ginny could see the fear in his eyes. She pulled a small knife out of her bag.
"What are you going to do with that?"
Draco's voice quivered with fear now, despite his best attempts to hide it. Ginny pulled the tip of the knife slowly down his chest, cutting his clothes, and leaving a red line across his pale white flesh.
"Ow!"
"Baby."
She tore his clothes apart, exposing him almost entirely. He shivered in the cold and tried to leer at her. She appraised him coldly.
"Like what you see?"
She smiled at the tremble in his voice, even as he tried to be brash.
"Just curious to see if you compared to your prima donna of a daddy. Not really, but I suspect you might yet grow into it."
"You have never seen my father naked."
"You're right, and if I did, I'd castrate him."
She demonstrated by pressing the knife very gently into Draco's balls. He looked panicked. She grabbed a piece of his clothing and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Wonder what your father would do if I castrated you? I hear your mother can't have any more children, and you'd be useless to him without the ability to carry on the Malfoy line. Seems like a fair punishment, really. He destroyed my innocence, I destroy his line."
Draco shook his head frantically. His eyes were wide with fear. His hands pulled at the ropes securing them.
"Not really fair to you though, is it? Punishing the son for the sins of the father. But then again, that's what you've done to my family. Turnabout is fair play."
She moved the knife away, and cut a line down the inside of Draco's thigh. He made a hissing noise.
"Don't like that, do you? Wonder if you'll like this better?"
She began to undress, slowly, carefully folding each piece as she took it off. Draco's eyes grew wider, something she wouldn't believed was possible before seeing it. Once she'd finished, she looked at him and spread her arms wide.
"Like the view?"
Draco shook his head no, but his cock was now at half-mast. Ginny smiled, wickedly.
"Your head says no, but your cock is saying yes. You should really work on your control."
Draco closed his eyes tightly. He tried to focus on anything besides what was happening. Then Ginny grabbed his cock and his eyes flew back open.
"I suppose you think I'm going to hurt you, don't you? I have a better way of getting what I want. Are you a virgin, Malfoy? Because soon you're not going to be. Confused?”
She started running her hand up and down his cock, gripping it hard. She figured she was holding it hard enough to be painful but still stimulating, and that was how she wanted it. His face was flushing with arousal now, and she superimposed Harry's face over it. This was Harry's cock, not that of a filthy Death Eater.
“Harry wants you, you know. But this is the closest he's ever going to get to you. He's mine, Malfoy. And I'll make sure he never looks at you again if you ever look twice at him."
Draco was not a happy Malfoy. He hadn't even gone below the belt with Pansy, and now the Weaselette was… Why did it hurt and yet feel so good? And why was she rambling on about Potter? He wouldn't shag Potter, well, ever. This felt wrong and dirty and oh so good. She let go, and his hips arched up in spite of him. He wanted more just as much as he wanted it to stop.
"Impatient, aren't we?"
Ginny sat on the bed, between his spread legs. She picked up her wand and started playing with it.
"Now, see, I want you to come. To know a blood traitor can make you come. But I also don't want you to enjoy this. So, hmm…"
She tapped the wand against her lip as she thought. Then she stood back up, walked over to her bag, and pulled out a wooden hairbrush with a long handle.
"This will do nicely."
Draco's eyes widened as she moved back over to the bed.
"Ever been buggered, Malfoy? I think this might be just the right size."
Draco started to panic, pulling hard on the ropes and yelling behind the gag.
"Now, now, shush. No one can hear you, and you're not going to get loose."
He felt her spread his buttocks and the handle of the brush press against his anus. He pleaded, but she couldn't understand him, and he didn't think she'd stop anyway.
"Oh, I guess Ron was right. You are a tight arse. Don't want to hurt you too much, now do we?"
Draco nodded his head frantically.
"Count your lucky stars that I know a spell just for this occasion."
She whispered something he didn't quite hear, and then he felt a slick finger breach him and wiggle around. He pushed, trying to get it out.
"If you fight it, it'll hurt more. You don't want to be hurt, do you?"
Draco looked close to tears. She was surprised at how tight and hot he was. She inserted another finger, and paused when she felt something different. She pressed against it, and Draco jumped.
"And that is your prostate. You like me pressing it, don't you?"
She pressed that spot again and again. Draco's pupils had dilated and his cock was leaking. She slipped a third finger in, and worked around for a bit. He was making noises behind the gag now.
"I think you're stretched enough for this now."
She lubricated the handle with the same spell she'd used on her fingers and slipped it in. Draco arched his back, but she wasn't sure why. Not that it mattered. She maneuvered the brush until he reacted, and started thrusting with it.
"Look at you, Malfoy, you're hard as a rock and loving every second of this."
She started to stroke his cock. To her surprise, he came, spurting seed all over himself. She quickly slipped the brush out.
"Well, Malfoy, you can either tell me what I want to know, or I can find out just how much I can hurt you and still keep your cock hard. I always did want to know how much an arsehole could stretch. But if you tell me what happened to Luna, I won't do anything else to you."
She reached up and removed the gag. Malfoy stared at her, slightly dazed, with tears running down his cheeks.
"And I don't think you'd want your dear daddy to know that a blood traitor made you come with nothing more than a hairbrush."
“He wouldn't believe you.”
"I do have a camera in my bag. We could repeat the performance for it. So, just tell me, Malfoy."
His face paled, but his voice was steady as he answered her.
"She's at the manor, locked in the basement. No one's hurt her, my mother's protecting her."
"I see."
"What are you going to do now?"
There was fear in his eyes as he looked at her. She suddenly felt guilty.
"Did what I do feel good?"
Draco didn't reply. His face was white and his lips narrowed to a thin line. His hands had clenched into fists.
“I asked you a question!”
Draco shouted so loudly his face turned bright red. His voice was raw.
“No!”
Ginny was angry. Her face went red and she screamed at him.
“You're lying! I know you're lying!”
“No I'm not!”
“Tell me the truth!”
“I'm not lying! I'm not, I'm not, I'm not!”
“You fucking liar!”
Ginny put her face up into his. She kept screaming that he was a liar, and he kept yelling that he wasn't. Finally, she hit him across the face with her wand. They both fell silent. Her voice was rough, but quiet as she said...
"Either way, you won't remember it. Obliviate."
Draco's eyes went vacant. She quickly untied him and pulled him to his feet. His robes were unsalvageable, as were his pants. She wrapped him in his shirt, and walked him out of the room and to the hallway outside the Prefect's bathroom.
"Draco, stay here. Peeves stole your clothes while you were bathing, okay?"
"Yes."
She ran off. Draco stood there. He wasn't sure why he was standing there, and it was cold.
"Mr. Malfoy?"
Snape was standing in front of him.
"Peeves stole my clothes while I was bathing."
Snape raised an eyebrow, then slipped off his outer robe.
"Here, put this on and I'll take you to the Slytherin common room."
"Thank you, Headmaster."
Draco's eyes were vacant, and Snape noted both the tear tracks on his face and the seed on his thighs.
“What happened, Draco?”
Snape's voice was unexpectedly gentle.
“I told you. Peeves stole my clothes while I was bathing.”
“And why were you crying?”
Draco paused. Why had he been crying? And where did the cut on his leg come from? Why did his wrists hurt? He felt wrong somehow. What had happened? He lifted a hand to his face and realized he had started to cry again.
“I don't know, Headmaster.”
Snape put a hand on Draco's shoulder, patted it awkwardly.
“Come with me, Draco.”
He handed Draco a handkerchief, and they walked to his office. He gestured Draco to a chair, and handed him a cup of tea. He noted the rope burns on Draco's wrists as he reached for the cup.
“Now, Draco, you can tell me what happened.”
Draco stared into the tea as if it held the answers to all the world's questions.
“Draco, do you want to talk to your mother?”
Draco nodded his head. Snape was really starting to worry about him. He wasn't acting like himself, and those marks and scratches indicated something bad had occurred.