Disclaimer: Anything you recognise isn’t mine.

A/N: To let you understand what I’m doing here, these will just be a collection of drabbles and one-shots that I feel are too small to be stand-alone stories. Most will probably come from the DG Forum at FFnet, as does this one here. They are not connected and are more like glimpses into a DG romance, hence the title “Through the Keyhole”.

This drabble was written for the OSS Drabble Challenge at the DG Forum on FFnet. The rules were to write a short drabble inspired from a post in the One Sentence Story thread.

Mine is inspired by WishfulWhisper's sentence (post#152) of the One Sentence Story thread:

“Draco’s ice-gray eyes surveyed with appreciation the sight on display before him, creamy legs and tumbling red curls against a backdrop of rich, velvet green; only Ginny Weasley could look that good tied up.”

Captive

Draco’s ice-grey eyes surveyed with appreciation the sight on display before him, creamy legs and tumbling red curls against a backdrop of rich, velvet green; only Ginny Weasley could look that good tied up.

A smirk curled his lips, and then he was advancing towards her in slow, taunting steps that made her eyes narrow with each purposeful tread. There was enough venom in those chestnut depths to have made any lesser man falter, but Draco was not one to be intimidated.

He stopped and knelt down with feline grace before her. "Ginevra," he said in a velvety voice. "So nice of you to join me." His eyes roamed her body covered only by a scanty nightdress. "It seems you're a little under-dressed for the occasion, but I'm sure we can use that to our advantage."

Ginny shouted something through her gag.

Draco laughed softly. "What's that? I didn't quite hear you."

Her eyes blazed with unrestrained fury.

Pausing just to punish her a moment longer, he reached out and removed the gag from her mouth.

Ginny didn't hesitate. She spat in his face.

Draco calmly wiped the spit from his face. "That wasn't very nice. I think I’m going to have to teach you some manners."

Ginny just glared at him.

He smiled and leaned in close, hearing with satisfaction the soft catch of her breath. "Now then, little Weasley, how shall I punish you?"

Ginny said nothing. He could hear her breathing becoming more ragged by the second, and knowing that he finally had her, he closed the distance between them and placed his lips firmly against hers.

At first she resisted, but as his kisses became more demanding, so did her barriers finally crumble.

Draco smiled in triumph. Now she was his.