Ginny Weasley sat alone wondering about how to confront her best friend,
Hermoine Granger, with the news that she would not be going horseback
riding with her, her brother Ron and their friend Harry. Hermoine had been
looking forward to it for weeks; she planned it for their next Hogsmeade
visit and had paid five sickles for each of them to ride a horse about the
village for and hour or two. Ginny wanted to go quite badly but could not
because of her injuries. Injuries that only two people knew about. Herself
and Draco Malfoy.
Ginny let out a sigh as she thought of how they came to be. She remembered that day so well.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Cheesy Flashback! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ginny was sitting in the library reading up on some of the new spells she would be learning that year when she heard him sidle up beside her table.
"What do you want Malfoy?" She questioned without looking up.
"Just to have a chat little Weasley. Don't get so uppity." The blonde boy pulled out a chair and sat next to her.
"I don't have time for this, you half-wit. Move along!" The petite redhead said pushing Malfoy with her right hand.
"I think you can make time for what I have to say. It involves your dear old dad and his.. erm...job if that's what you want to call it."
Ginny stopped looking at her book and turned to face Malfoy.
"Good. Now I understand you and your family are not in the best finical shape. So it would be rather awful should your father lose his job, am I right?" "What are you playing at Malfoy?"
"Well little Weasley there are certain things a growing boy must have, certain needs. And should a pretty little redhead fulfill these needs for a boy, the redheads father may get to keep his job. Catch me?" Malfoy had placed his hand on Ginny's knee and began squeezing it slowly.
Ginny pulled back looking shocked, tears filling her eyes.
"Get away from me." She said quietly.
"Now now, I thought you would want to have your father keep his job? Well you made that choice. But it would only be too easy for you to go back on this. Just a few nights a week in an empty classroom. No one would know Ginny. Not a soul." Draco had moved his body against hers brushing his lips on her cheek as he spoke.
"No one would know." Ginny repeated.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End Flashback ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Thus began her sick relationship with Malfoy, the one that brought fresh bruises to her thighs night after night. Ginny had pulled up her skirt to reveal the marks on her otherwise pale legs. Malfoy was rough with her. Just then the door to her dorm swung open and the person Ginny least wanted to see walked in.
"Ginny?" A horrified Harry asked staring at her legs.
Ginny let out a sigh as she thought of how they came to be. She remembered that day so well.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Cheesy Flashback! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Ginny was sitting in the library reading up on some of the new spells she would be learning that year when she heard him sidle up beside her table.
"What do you want Malfoy?" She questioned without looking up.
"Just to have a chat little Weasley. Don't get so uppity." The blonde boy pulled out a chair and sat next to her.
"I don't have time for this, you half-wit. Move along!" The petite redhead said pushing Malfoy with her right hand.
"I think you can make time for what I have to say. It involves your dear old dad and his.. erm...job if that's what you want to call it."
Ginny stopped looking at her book and turned to face Malfoy.
"Good. Now I understand you and your family are not in the best finical shape. So it would be rather awful should your father lose his job, am I right?" "What are you playing at Malfoy?"
"Well little Weasley there are certain things a growing boy must have, certain needs. And should a pretty little redhead fulfill these needs for a boy, the redheads father may get to keep his job. Catch me?" Malfoy had placed his hand on Ginny's knee and began squeezing it slowly.
Ginny pulled back looking shocked, tears filling her eyes.
"Get away from me." She said quietly.
"Now now, I thought you would want to have your father keep his job? Well you made that choice. But it would only be too easy for you to go back on this. Just a few nights a week in an empty classroom. No one would know Ginny. Not a soul." Draco had moved his body against hers brushing his lips on her cheek as he spoke.
"No one would know." Ginny repeated.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ End Flashback ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Thus began her sick relationship with Malfoy, the one that brought fresh bruises to her thighs night after night. Ginny had pulled up her skirt to reveal the marks on her otherwise pale legs. Malfoy was rough with her. Just then the door to her dorm swung open and the person Ginny least wanted to see walked in.
"Ginny?" A horrified Harry asked staring at her legs.