Forgiven. Forgotten. Forbidden.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters or places in this story. They belong to J.K Rowling although i have changed parts of characters to fit the story line which is entirely my own. I'm not making any money from this site.
Blurb: Sometimes forbidden is the best kind of love. Sometimes secrets once revealed can never be forgotten. Sometimes a betrayal can never be forgiven. Draco and Ginny are the most unlikely pair, yet unlikely is only one word that could be used to describe this relationship, and this journey...
Authors note: Some scenes may be slightly explicit though i try to keep it to a minimum. I made up the story line myself so please dont have a go if it sounds like someone elses slightly, i didn't copy, but be fair there is only a certain amount of words in the dictionary. I really hope you like it! please review as this is my first!
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Draco and a few of his cronies made their way along the train peering into compartments for a suitable first year to terrorise out of their seat. So far they'd found none, they would probably end up skulking at the end of the train in the toilets. Draco knew that once he was there he would end up desperately trying to defend his reputation while turning down cigarettes.
They saw a compartment full of girls and two of the larger boys pushed open the door and elbowed their way in, Draco hung back, he disliked picking on women, it disgusted him and made him feel as though he couldn't find a real fight. There were only four girls inside, one Draco recognised as Weasley's sister from the year below. She stood up, hands on hips.
"If you don't mind, we're sat here." She said loudly, tossing her head in an annoying manner, the larger of the boys in the carriage scoffed,
"We don't care, we're sat here now Weasel. Filth." Gregory Goyle added the last word under his breath.
"Oh I don't think so." Ginny took a step towards him and raised her hand warningly, he just looked at her stupidly. The girl sighed, then mustered her strength and slapped him hard around the face. He staggered. A red patch appeared on his cheek and Draco smirked approvingly, little Weasel wasn't as gormless as her brothers then. And she was a darn sight better looking. Long red hair pulled into a ponytail with just a little framing her face at the front, her shirt undone perhaps one button to far for someone with such nice breasts and her loose hanging tie only accented this. She raised her eyebrows sceptically, noticing his gaze, and he blushed and looked away. Blood Traitor and good for nothing the lot of them…but nice legs all the same. He shook himself and glanced around for Pansy, covering up for his moment of self-treachery by slinging a casual arm around her waist. Ginny made a gagging motion to her friends and shut the door firmly behind the gang of retreating Slytherines.
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At the sorting ceremony a deathly-bored Draco glanced over to Griffindor table. Next to Potter and Granger a long line of redheaded idiots sat cheering for every freshman that joined the table. He glanced to the only one of the Griffindor's for whom he had any slight respect, Ginny Weasley. She was slightly more decent than she had been in the carriage of the Hogwarts express now she was wearing her robes but she still looked remarkably stunning, smiling and clapping for every little child that stumbled down from the sorting hat to join the mass of red and gold ties. When she looked at him, however, all she saw was Draco Malfoy looking elegantly bored and not paying the blindest bit of attention to the poor sods that entered his House. Arrogant prick, she thought, not for the first time that evening.
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"Hermione what the bloody hell am I going to wear?" Ginny moaned desperately grappling with her hopeless wardrobe to find something suitably slinky.
"Ginny darling, it's the first night back, you know it's only an induction party for the first years no one cares." Hermione called back in a patronising tone from her seat in front of the mirror,
"Oh Hermione that's easy for you to say. Look at you." Ginny gestured up and down Hermione, who wore a low cut red jumper/dress and black leggings her hair pulled back in a scruffy, seductive manner, she looked gorgeous.
"Oh for heavens sake Gin, just take a look through my wardrobe borrow what the hell you want, just don't be late. Parvati, Lavender and I are going down now. Ok?" Ginny nodded as they took their exit, leaving her stood in her underwear surrounded by piles of clothes.
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Ginny walked into the Ravenclaw common room, it was jammed, and dark, barely space to breathe. She had finally decided on skinny jeans tucked into black boots and a corset-like black silk and lace top. Her hair was loose and wild, a small amount caught back with a butterfly clip. She sighed and gazed around, there were never enough boys here; Hogwarts was beginning to bore her. It was ok for Harry with his romances and adventures that Ron and Hermione became caught up in, but for average people like her Hogwarts meant nothing more than lessons. She saw Hermione and Padma in the middle of a crowd of 7th year boys, Ron and Harry were on the shoulders of Fred and George, singing loudly under the influence of alcohol and a large game of spin the bottle was monopolising the centre of the room.
Some one's hand offered her a drink, she took it without thinking and downed it in one. At this the person attached to the hand made a noise between disbelief and admiration and handed her another glass, this time somewhat larger.
"You look nice." He ventured an arm going to rest on her waist. Ginny seemed to notice him properly for the first time, Draco Malfoy?
"Huh? What do you want?" She looked bewildered,
"Forget it." He snorted and walked away, linking arms with Gretchen Catrall from his year. Arrogant prick, she thought, yet again. She finished her drink and reach to grab a third from a nearby house-elf tottering between them, muttering a brief thanks while interestedly checking the vicinity for something to do.
Some time later she joined a small crowd surrounding some hat on the floor.
"Oi Griffindor! You in?"
"Huh?" She replied, wondering what the hell he was talking about,
"Name in the hat, one of us boys picks a name out takes you home for the evening. Come on love!" She realised the speaker was Seamus Finnegan, a very drunk Seamus Finnegan. He handed her a slip of paper and a quill. She looked at the other girls. Ginny Weasley was not going to be de-faced here, not at some stupid first night party. She took a last swig of her drink and scribbled her name, adding it to the hat full of tart's names.
After a few minutes the game begun to get under way. Draco Malfoy left with an older Ravenclaw girl, Ginny thought he looked disappointed, he certainly gave her a look, she just wasn't sure what look. Soon enough her name got lifted, by a Slytherine, she groaned internally, just her luck. He was muscley, tall and looked pretty stupid and pretty drunk. But she supposed he wasn't tragic looking and the other girls eyed her nervously as she took his arm and left the room looking more confident than she felt.
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They hadn't got more than a few steps from the common room when the boy who's name she didn't know, or was too intoxicated by drink to remember, pushed her into an empty classroom. She hit a desk sharply and cried out, he grabbed her by the wrists and bent her backwards over the desk, biting and kissing her neck, grunting something at her that she couldn't understand. He smelt of beer and he was strong. Ginny began to get scared, what the hell had she got herself in for? One hand held the back of her head in place, though she struggled against his foul kisses the resistance seemed to spur him on, made him groan more at least. The other hand grappled to undo her top, rip it from her in some way, she heard the beginnings of tearing fabric. Oh god, oh fuck. She thought to herself every time she could get a breath. His legs (all three of them) were rammed against her stomach where she was so much shorter than him, the whole bulk of him was practically suffocating her.
"Christ woman how long do you take? Get them out!" He grunted at her,
"W-What?" She spluttered back, having sex for the first time with a cross breed of a troll had not been high on her list of things to do tonight.
"Your boobs woman!"
"No!" She squealed back, trying to wriggle free. What she wanted right now was for Harry or Hermione to come and rescue her, she would have even settled for her older brothers finding her in such and undignified position, if only she could get out. He just yanked her closer, put his head right next to hers so she could practically taste the alcohol, and whispered
"Sluts like you make me sick!" He spat on her. She screamed and kicked him hard in the shin so he was forced to let go. Then he pushed her hard to the floor. Her head smacked against the stone with a sickening noise, she felt it bruise and screamed in pain. He slammed the whole force of his body on top of her, pinning her down.
"Now take your top off!" He spat at her again, and Ginny's mind began to blank. She was panicking, this wasn't what she meant by an interesting evening.
"Help! Help me!" She screamed the first thing that came to her mouth,
"What the bloody hell? We're trying to have sex here! Oh my God…Ginny?"