jIn the beginning she had resolved not to break. Never to break. After all, it was what he wanted and her sole purpose for existing now was to deny him what he wanted at all costs. If that meant beatings, if that meant torture, starvation, or even death then so be it.
It took months but she finally bent. It was a small, completely unnoticeable crack in her armor that the untrained eye would have surely missed. It took her awhile but eventually she noticed her weakness. She swore to be stronger than ever and not to break. Never to break.
She would break.
It took her over a year for it to happen. It seemed to happen suddenly, out of the blue really. For the first time she went to him without anger in her brown eyes, instead desperation and need swarmed in them as tears began to overflow. She was alone, she realized with horror. There would be no trio to come and save the day this time she now admitted as her heart broke, her mind shattered and her will fell apart.
He was all she had.
That was the first night he made love to her. Or at least what she thought making love would be. Before it had been sex, angry, disgusting, filthy sex in which he would rut into her until he reached his released and then would leave her alone feeling dirty and used.
This time was different. He appeared to her as his 16 year old self, not the sickening half man-half snake creature she had been endured to have touch her for so long. This was surely dark magic, but she had long since forgotten why dark magic was bad or what bad truly constituted as. This time he was almost gentle and thoughtful with his actions. Almost sensual and caring. Almost like a real lover.
With his now attractive appearance and seemingly caring motions it didn't take long for her to reach the edge and tumble over. It was the first time she ever tasted bliss.
Upon opening her eyes the 16 year old boy was gone and in his place was the sinister half snake-half man being. He was smirking at her with disgust and satisfaction all mingled upon his mutilated face. "Harlot," he scolded as he withdrew from her and gathered his discarded robes no regarding her for a second longer.
Ginny lay there long after he left, naked and still. For once no tears rained down her face which was a common occurrence after such a meeting with The Dark Lord, her Dark Lord her mind corrected. In fact she was quiet numb to everything but the feeling of magic still crackling deep within her body.
Stiffly she looked to her right were an antique clock hung on the wall adorned with silver and green snakes. 2:00AM. It was August 11th, her birthday. She had turned 19, not that she recalled her birthday or the date.
It had taken exactly 1 year, 7 months, and 12 days for Ginevra Weasley to break. It happened on her birthday to be exact. There were no presents or birthday kisses to welcome her into her new year of life, only emptiness that was strangling fulfilling. There was no longer anger coarsing through her tiny body, instead acceptance accompanied the emptiness that filled her to the brim.
In the beginning she had resolved not to break. Never to break.
Now all she wanted to do was sleep. Always to sleep.