Welcome To Rescue Me. This will be a Drinny fic. And it won't be all fun and games.

This fic is rated M for Mature for many reasons. One of the main reasons is that it contains domestic violence. If this is a trigger for you and you want to stop reading, I won't fault you. You've been warned.

People, both men and women, go through domestic violence on the daily. It's a horrible thing to witness and even worse to go through. If someone you know is going through it, please find a way to help them. Call the proper authorities, speak to their family, house them. If you are going through it yourself PLEASE GET OUT. No one deserves to be beat on by the one that they love.

This story also contains heavy language and adult situations.

And I mean it please leave before it's too late. Yes you who is reading this and thinking that maybe you should. You deserve much better. Get out.

This story will switch between Ginny's and Draco's POVs

I own none of the wonderful world of Harry Potter. Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling.

"My mind is gone, I'm spinning round.

And deep inside, my tears I'll drown.

I'm losing grip, what's happening?

I stray from love, this is how I feel."

-Cry by Rihanna

Prelude: The Signs

June 1998

No one rejoiced the day that I, Ginevra Weasley, and Harry Potter got back together after the Battle At Hogwarts more than Mum. I guess with the loss of Fred, she felt like she was gaining another son by me agreeing to mend things with Harry.

I remember as if it was yesterday. It was about a month after Fred's funeral. Ron and Hermione were so deep in love it was sickening. Beautiful, but sickening nonetheless. They would find any excuse to go somewhere to steal a snog in or just to be together. It used to be fun to me, Harry, and George trying to spy on the two of them (Ron had eventually dubbed us The Cockblock Crew) and it was even better when we were caught which was always. Hermione had some fine tune hearing.

But one day Harry and I had went and spied on our own and ended up getting turned on and started snogging ourselves. That's not the story we told Mum however. But she rejoiced and was so proud. She more than likely started planning out our wedding and kids.

I remember when I went back to school with Hermione and Ron. Mum and Hermione insisted Ron finish his schooling, but Harry had decided he would go into Auror training instead. I remember waving at him as the train pulled away and feeling as though I had left my heart behind.

I remember being somewhat incomplete during my 7th year. I didn't have Harry, Hermione and Ron were in their own lovely bubble, my poor friend Colin had died, and my two favorite boys, Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy, didn't come back.

Yes, my two favorite boys were the kings of Slytherin. It had been like that since my 2nd year. After the mess with the diary and Tom Riddle, I had found myself with nobody to talk to. My family acted like they were either scared of me, or that I would break. On the way to Hogwarts at the start of my second year, Blaise and Draco had ran into me. Instead of teasing me like I expected, they both sat and actually talked to me as if I was a person and not a time bomb. We kept our friendship a secret for the next two years.

In Draco's 6th year, I was the one that he came to over his mission (even though he was extremely vague so I had no clue he was supposed to kill Dumbledore) and the fact that he didn't want to be a Death Eater. After he let the Death Eaters into the school, it took a long time for me to forgive him and let him back in. However, he and Blaise kept me sane while the trio was gone and we were in a school ran by Death Eaters. To not have them with me my last year actually hurt a lot.

The last time I saw them was the day of my graduation. They had came to see me walk which made me feel wonderful. We all went back to Gryffindor Tower and had a huge graduation party.

And that's the night that I saw the first sign.

There were shots all around. All of us (Harry, Ron, Luna, Neville, Blaise, Draco, Parvati and I) had lost count on how many we had and Hermione, being the only sober one, had taken Ron back to his dorm to sleep it off.

Everybody was dancing and having a great time when all of a sudden I found myself being snatched out of the portrait hole by a very drunk and very mad Harry.

"What the hell do you think you are doing Ginevra?" growled Harry.

"I could have sworn I was dancing but now I'm being scolded by you." I said with a giggle.

"Why the hell are you laughing? Did I say something funny?!" yelled Harry as he grabbed my arm.

I looked into Harry's eyes. They were green of course, but not the bright vibrant fun green they usually were. They were a dark green, almost haunting. Something wasn't right.

"Harry honey, I think maybe you have had-"

"Don't tell me what the fuck I have had when you're in there being a slag pressing your ass on all those prats in there! Is that the real reason you wanted to come back to school?" yelled Harry.

I was stunned. Harry had NEVER spoken to me like that before. It was rare that he was ever mad at me to even yell.

"Where the fuck is this coming from Harry? You really need to calm down." I said, getting worried.

"STOP TELLING ME WHAT TO DO GINNY!" yelled Harry so loud, I was shocked no one came out of the tower.

He started tightening his grip on my arms. "Harry let go you're hurting me. YOU'RE HURTING ME!" I said in a panic.

Harry let go and then sneered at me. He then walked away leaving me conflicted and confused.

I felt tears coming from my eyes. I hadn't cried since Fred's funeral, and before then, it was 5th year with Draco in the girl's bathroom. I felt hurt of course, but I also felt anger. The situation had sobered me up quickly, so I was thinking very clearly as I walked back into the portrait hole. The Fat Lady had seen everything and had given me a look of pity.

I didn't feel like going back to the party, I took the stairs up to my old dorm. Draco and Blaise must have seen me, because after I got into my dorm, they came busting right in before I could lock the door.

"Princess, my Princess (Draco had always called me his Princess), why did you leave your own party?" said Draco laughing at himself. "You know we wouldn't be slumming it with these lowlife Gryffindorks if it wasn't for you"

"Gryffindorks. Cute." I said.

"Come back down love." said Blaise trying to pass me another drink. I pushed it away.

As I pushed the drink away, Draco caught sight of my arm. "Ginny what the hell happened?" he said gently pulling my arm into the light. I didn't realize that Harry had gripped my arms hard enough to bruise.

"Are those...fingers?" Draco asked me suspiciously?

"I-"

Blaise took my other arm and held it to the light. "Hell yeah they are Drayke! She's got em here too!"

"Guys-"

"What the fuck happened Ginny? Who did this?" demanded Draco.

I looked down at the floor. "Harry did but he didn't mean it, he-"

Draco was heading towards the door. I threw a quick sealing charm on it so he couldn't get out.

"Draco no! He didn't mean it. He was drunk and we were dancing. He didn't realize how hard he was holding my arms until I felt the pain. It was a complete accident." I lied.

Draco looked like he didn't buy the bullshit that I had just tried to sell him. "Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm sure. I was there silly" I said smiling. I felt Blaise's eyes on me. He too knew I was lying.

"Okay fine. You saved Potter from getting his ass kicked." said Draco still looking as if he was ready to go and do it.

"Look guys, I'm not feeling all that well so Imma just turn in for the night. You don't have to stay. I'll owl you two sometime next week okay?" I said, trying to be casual.

"I'm not leaving." said Blaise with a smirk. "Parvati Patil has been whispering in my ear all night and I'm planning on turning those whispers into moans"

"Prat" I said as I unsealed the door and Blaise went out.

Draco, still unconvinced, came over to me. "You have never been good at lying to me, Princess." he said, lifting up my head with my chin. "You say the word. I don't care what time, day or night, and I'll be there for you, you got that?"

"Of course. But you already know I'm not a damsel in distress. I'll be fine." I said with a smile.

He kissed me on the forehead and left me in the room by myself.

I felt horrible for lying to them. Especially Draco. I've never ever kept anything from him. And he knew that something was wrong.

I laid in my bed. I figured this would pass. Harry just had too much to drink. He was emotional, stressed out from training. He didn't mean it and surely it wouldn't happen again.

But boy was I wrong.