"Bitch."
The words hurt as much as the slap in the face that followed. Cowering with fear under Draco's anger, I shrink into the corner. Being Head Boy, as Draco was, meant having your own private room. Most people consider that a blessing. I call it a curse from Hell. Draco can do whatever he wants to me. No can hear me scream.
Draco yanked me off the floor roughly and slammed me into the wall.
"You know, babe, you're damn lucky you've got me, because no other guy would ever pay attention to you. You're fat, you're ugly, you're stupid…."
And the list went on. And on. And on.
Finally, Draco hurled me on the floor and told me to "get the fuck out otherwise I wouldn't be able to leave my dorm for a hell of a long time."
I waste no time in agreeing. As fast as I can, I stumble out into the hallway. I wish I could run, but I haven't been able to run for months. Not since I started dating Draco.
Suddenly overwhelmed by the pain that has assuaged my whole body, I sunk down on a statue base. Memories suddenly came back to me. Memories from months ago, that I have managed to push down, keep out of my head. There's no stopping them.
"Ginny, I'm warning you now. Malfoy's trouble. You're going to regret it. Listen to me, Gin. You're going to regret it."
I wish so much I had listened to Ron. But I couldn't. I hadn't been able to believe that anyone, even Draco Malfoy would ever physically hurt me.
And look at you now, Ginny I told myself. Huddled on the base of a statue, unable to walk to your own dorm, a victim of your own naivete`. For that was what I had been. Naïve. For a sixteen year old girl, I have a better understanding of Reality than most girls my age. And I wish to God I didn't.
Tipping my head back, I stared at the high vaulted ceiling. Tears flowed out of my eyes, flooding down my face, mixing with blood and dripping all over my robes.
Draco's voice spoke inside me.
See? Look how pathetic you are. He taunts. Only I would even consider looking at you. And you'd better remember it.
"SHUT UP!" I yelled, aloud.
The voice didn't shut up.
See, you stupid bitch. You fucking whore. I could kill you for that. I really could. Take your neck and snap the shit out of it, just like that. You know I can. And you DON'T want to piss me off, do you now, Ginny?
The voice slowly fades away. I try to retain some of my old naivete`. Tell myself that Draco wouldn't do that. He may be mean, he may hit me, but he won't kill me. Right? Right? Right?
Wrong. Draco would kill me, if he wanted. And I knew it.
The words hurt as much as the slap in the face that followed. Cowering with fear under Draco's anger, I shrink into the corner. Being Head Boy, as Draco was, meant having your own private room. Most people consider that a blessing. I call it a curse from Hell. Draco can do whatever he wants to me. No can hear me scream.
Draco yanked me off the floor roughly and slammed me into the wall.
"You know, babe, you're damn lucky you've got me, because no other guy would ever pay attention to you. You're fat, you're ugly, you're stupid…."
And the list went on. And on. And on.
Finally, Draco hurled me on the floor and told me to "get the fuck out otherwise I wouldn't be able to leave my dorm for a hell of a long time."
I waste no time in agreeing. As fast as I can, I stumble out into the hallway. I wish I could run, but I haven't been able to run for months. Not since I started dating Draco.
Suddenly overwhelmed by the pain that has assuaged my whole body, I sunk down on a statue base. Memories suddenly came back to me. Memories from months ago, that I have managed to push down, keep out of my head. There's no stopping them.
"Ginny, I'm warning you now. Malfoy's trouble. You're going to regret it. Listen to me, Gin. You're going to regret it."
I wish so much I had listened to Ron. But I couldn't. I hadn't been able to believe that anyone, even Draco Malfoy would ever physically hurt me.
And look at you now, Ginny I told myself. Huddled on the base of a statue, unable to walk to your own dorm, a victim of your own naivete`. For that was what I had been. Naïve. For a sixteen year old girl, I have a better understanding of Reality than most girls my age. And I wish to God I didn't.
Tipping my head back, I stared at the high vaulted ceiling. Tears flowed out of my eyes, flooding down my face, mixing with blood and dripping all over my robes.
Draco's voice spoke inside me.
See? Look how pathetic you are. He taunts. Only I would even consider looking at you. And you'd better remember it.
"SHUT UP!" I yelled, aloud.
The voice didn't shut up.
See, you stupid bitch. You fucking whore. I could kill you for that. I really could. Take your neck and snap the shit out of it, just like that. You know I can. And you DON'T want to piss me off, do you now, Ginny?
The voice slowly fades away. I try to retain some of my old naivete`. Tell myself that Draco wouldn't do that. He may be mean, he may hit me, but he won't kill me. Right? Right? Right?
Wrong. Draco would kill me, if he wanted. And I knew it.