The war had left everything in shambles. Her family, what was left, she hadn't heard from in almost
a year. Harry Potter was in hiding, and the Dark Lord ruled freely. And here she lay, sixteen year
old Ginny, trying to sleep in an alley. It was so cold, she had to get inside. Slowly she rose up,
limbs stiff and pain shooting through her, but she managed to get up and walk in the direction of
what used to be the Leaky Cauldron.

Once inside the heat surrounded her, not quite thawing her out yet, but it was still better than
out side. She thanked the Goddess above that it started to snow after she'd come in, and not
before. Limping a bit over to the fire and siting in font of it she try'd to remember what it
felt like to have legs and feet. Ignoring the disapproving stares she received continuing to
rub her feet. A prickling sensation, painful in a way, went through her body, but at least her
circulation was starting again.

Virginia jumped a little as some one tapped her shoulder.

A burly man stood behind her, looking disgusted.

"Excuse me, but we do not allow your kind in here. Leave before I have to remove you my self."
He turned around abruptly and walked away to stand behind the bar and glare at her. So she was
a drifter, big deal, were they going to throw an innocent girl out in the snow? She looked once
more over to the man, and his facial expression told her 'yes, they would'.

She stood with her head held high, and walked over to the door. It wasn't the first time this had
happened. As she got outside she noticed now more than ever that her ankle had gotton worse, more
swollen than before. She closed her eyes and leaned against a near by wall, 'Harry, why did you
leave us?" A tear slid down her cheek and froze almost instantly.

A blonde boy, about her age in an expensive looking cloak, came out of the bar looking around.
He was looking from side to side until he spotted her. 'Shit, I need to get out of here /now/.'
She walked as quickly as one could with a badly sprained ankle.

"Wait! Woman, wait a minute, please!" She slowed down a bit, but not fully.

"What do you want?" She asked over her shoulder.

"I...I heard what they said in there. It wasn't very polite of them, and well...you don't have a
place to stay do you?"

She stopped and truly looked at him, sizing him up and decided she would listen.

He saw her stop, and smiled. "I just...I wanted to know if you needed a place to stay. I have a
place not far from here."

She thought a moment, "How far is it?" He was walking closer to her now.
And stood in front of her, hands in pockets, while he answered, "Not very far."

"ok"



~*~
Thank you for letting me stay here
Thank you for taking me in
Thank you for the beer and the food

Thank you for loaning me bus fair
Thank you for showing me around
That was a very kind thing to do

And thank you for the use of the clean towels
Thank you for half of your bed
We can sleep here like brother and sister
You said
~*~



He'd given her his cloak and she was right that it was costly, it even felt expensive, as was the
apartment. The furniture, if not antique, was pricey. As so soon as they'd arrived he healed her
ankle best he could, it was sill a bit tender but much better compared. And he was looking at her
now, noting the dirt on her face and her raggedy clothes. She blushed. It was embarrassing for
her to only have one set of clothes for the last two years, and no access to proper washing
facilities.

He noticed her blush, chuckled, and said, "It's alright, resources are not what they used to be.
You can bathe if you like," pointing down a hall, "The bathroom is through there, second door
down. Towels in the cupboard, and the door locks if you wave your right hand in front of it,
left hand to unlock."

With that he turned away, throwing a comment to her as he went into the adjoining kitchen.
"I don't have any woman's clothing, but I have something you can borrow if you like."

Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. What could she say? He was acting so kind! But she
managed a thank you and skittered off to the bathroom. When inside she could have fainted,
it was the size of her bedroom back in what used to be the Burrow. Claw footed bathtub,
white tile, and a shelf of sweet smelling 'bath-like-things'.
For the first time, in a long while, she grinned.


- - - - - - -


She was enjoying her self, putting on some lotion, when there was a knock on the bathroom door.

"Yes?" she called.

It was him, "I've brought you something to wear, would you like me to leave it by the door?"

Her smile, which had been plastered to her face since she'd arrived, got wider. /Clothes/!

"Yes, please, And thank you so much!" His beautiful laugh sounded through the door.

"It's no trouble really. I'm making some dinner now, so come into the kitchen when you're ready."
And he walked away, leaving the clothes.

She opened the door a crack, looking to see if he was there. He wasn't so she grabbed the clothes
and put them on. The clean fabric felt quite good against her skin. He'd given her socks, a pair
of shorts, and a small T-shirt. Her chest strained against the top a bit, but other than that it
was a good fit.

When she walked into the kitchen, Draco almost dropped the pan he was holding.
She was....gorgeous. There was no other word to describe it. Her smile was bright, her body slim,
and her curves were definitely appealing to the eye.

He shook his head, "I...uh...hope you like pasta. It's about the only thing I can cook because the
most you have to do is boil water."

She giggled, "It's fine."

"I don't believe I gave you my name, I'm sorry," he held out his hand "My name is Draco."

Ginny froze....Draco? As in Draco Malfoy? Checklist: blonde hair, pale skin, money...Oh god, it
was him. But he didn't recognize her, this was a good thing. He was only letting her stay
one night...she didn't /have/ to tell the truth...or the /whole/ truth that is.

She gently shook his hand, "My name is Gina, it's nice to meet you."
He was very handsome when he smiled, she noticed.

So for the next hour, they ate, laughed, and drank wine. Afterwards they sat on the couch, talking
about many different things.

"So you went to Hogwarts? That's interesting..."

She laughed a bit, the wine made her a tad tipsy, "Why is that interesting, hmm?"

They were already close, but he leaned in a bit closer, "Because, I would have remembered a face
like yours." He quickly closed the gap between them and kissed her.

It wasn't really his intention. He truly had felt bad for her because she was thrown out into the
cold night, he had no idea she would have turned out to be so beautiful under all that grime. The
plan was for her to spend the night, hopefully she wouldn't lift anything from him, and she could
go wherever she needed to go in the morning. But...now it was different.

He wanted her, and he always got what he wanted....



~*~
But you changed the rules
I an hour or two
And I don't know what you
And your sisters do
But, please don't
Pleases top
This is not my
Obligation
What does
My
Body have to do with my
Gratitude

And look at your little white lying
for the purpose of justifying
What you're trying to do

I know that you feel my resistance
I know that you heard what I said
Other wise you wouldn't need the excuse
~*~



He pushed her down into the couch they were sitting on, still kissing her. Ginny's mind took a
second to process what was going on. And it came as a shock. This wasn't suppose to happen....No.
She tried to push him back but to no avail, his lips moved from her mouth to her neck, gently
sucking and biting the tender flesh.

She gave a small whimper, then said "No, stop it, stop it now." Still trying to push him off.

The wine had slowed his thinking process a bit, and he became confused and annoyed with her
resistance.

Eyes narrowed, he callously said, "You can leave if you want," with a nod of his head,
"there's the door."

Ginny was close to tears. Her options; stay here and do..../that/. Or go back out side in less
clothing than she had before, and literally freeze to death.

"Ok, I'll stay here...with you." He smiled a handsome smile, which now turned her stomach,
and continued like she wanted this just as much as him.

Her shirt was lifted up, and she could feel his hands groping, massaging, and twisting her left
breast. And his other hand continued to go lower....and lower....

When he finally thrust himself inside her, she cried out in pain. It was her first time, and it
wasn't as if he was being gentle. But she lay there, motionless except for the rocking motion
that came from him above her. Her body was numb and this time it wasn't because of the cold she
felt inside.

He had a hand on her lower back, lifting her to him, and the other on her hip. Trying to get deeper
inside. Wanting more, and more. She didn't know how long this had gone on as she tried to block
out most of it. Although she couldn't block out the feeling of him moving inside her, or the
weight of his body crushing against her own.

His hand on her hip moved once again to put pressure on her breast, he arched his back,
and moaned. Then being exhausted, he rested on top of her.

His breathing uneven, and her beneath him barely breathing at all.

He moved again, this time to pull out of her. Kissing her neck once more, and biting harshly,
he said one last thing, "You can stay here any time you like."

And then he went to bed, leaving her in pain, in a state of disgust with blood and cum running
down her thighs. She wept when he had taken her. But now she wanted to start crying all over
again.

And still a question surprisingly went through her mind...



Would she stay?




~*~
So thank you for letting me stay here
Thank you for taking me in
I don't know where else I would have gone

I don't come and go like a pop song
You can play insesivly
And forget once its gone
You can't write me off
Yo you don't turn me on
So don't
Don't
Don't
Don't change the rules
In an hour or two
I don't know what you
And your
Sisters do
But please don't
Please stop
This is not my
Obligation
What does
My
Body
Have to do
With my
Gratitude






(A/N): Wow, it only took me 5 pages, and 2 ½ hours to write this! Not bad.

Disclaimer: Well the inspiration of this story goes to: Ani DiFranco and her lyrics (Which are
above) to the song 'Gratitude'. So the lyrics *are not* mine, but the plot is, and I do not give
any permission for peoples to use it. I am not making any money off this, nor do I own Ginny and
Draco.


Note:
Please forgive me if the lyrics are incorrect anywhere, Ani doesn't list her lyrics. And this is
my first fic that I've written descriptive sex into, and surprisingly it was hard. Sure I put sex
into my poetry all the time...But nothing like this. Plus I'm kind of wondering what Jade and
Lexi are going to think of me when they read it O.O lol


And one last thing. I ask that you please notice it wasn't Draco's /original/ intention to have
sex with her! I some how thought that little part was important to his character.


Thank you for reading! and please review with any comments/suggestions. And yes, my writing
style is to focus on the characters /not/ the back round, pls keep in mind.

-Wind and Ashes