a/n I don't own these characters at all. This is just a plotline I came up with fixing this guy's TV color.
"Ron, really, it's nothing, I just got scratched in Care for Magical Creatures. Please, stop doing this," Ginny ordered as Hermione came over to them. She jumped back when she saw Ginny.
"Are you okay? You look hurt," Hermione said, pointing out the incredibly obvious.
"That's because she is. And won't tell me a word about it," Ron said.
"That's because there's nothing to say, Ronald. It's nothing, really," Ginny said, and she had really bad timing, because the slash across her cheek began to bleed again. "Crap."
"Don't make me write to Mum, Ginny!"
"Like you would!" She exclaimed. "Don't play in games you don't know the rules of. You'd really have to not be afraid of Mum, like you are not. You'd have to really understand how to translate the situation into proper words, like you do not. Do you even know what 'understand' means?"
Ron stared at her with narrowed eyes. "Fine. I have Hermione to do that for me. You'll do it, won't you Hermione?"
Hermione shook her head. "Tell him rule three, Ginny."
"Never betray your allies," She said, as Dean came passing by. He smiled at Ginny, looked awkwardly at Ron, and kept walking.
"Dean didn't look too concerned there about your injuries," Ron noticed. Ginny rolled her eyes.
"He was coming out of the greenhouses when I was coming from Hagrid's. Saw me and freaked out. Took me ages to convince him I was okay," She smiled, though nothing in her made her want to. Harry came in the portrait hole.
He frowned when he saw Ginny and said, "What happened Ginny? Are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine, thank you," Ginny snapped. Harry blinked and then turned to Ron and Hermione.
"We need to talk. Let's go for a walk. Just let me go get-" He looked at Ginny. "-my other shoes."
She didn't know what they were talking about, and further she didn't care. In a few minutes, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all out of the common room. Dean came down and pulled her out of her seat.
"I'll be up in a minute, Dean, I just need to get my things," She said. Dean stood still.
"I'll stay here," A sick smile spread across Dean's face as he said the next words: "Wait for you to be done."
"Dean, I'm not going to run," Ginny said under her breath.
He said nothing, but watched her pack up her bookbag. She carried it upstairs to the boy's dormitories, careful to not let anyone see her going up there. Dean followed her, and after checking that his dormitory was empty, went in there. Ginny followed him, dropped her bag next to the door, and crossed her arms, standing in the middle of the room, embarrassed.
"What the bloody hell were you talking to your brother about?"
Ginny sniffed as tears came to her eyes. She could feel it now. The pain. The anger. "Nothing, Dean, nothing that would affect you."
"You're lying!" He said, slapping her across the face. She fell to the ground, tears flooding down her face. "What were you talking about?"
"He asked me how I got hurt! So I told him it happened in Care for Magical Creatures!" She cried, and he grabbed her by the collar and lifted her up. With a cackle, he threw her onto Ron's bed.
"We'll leave the mark on his bed."
"Please, Dean, don't make me do this," She begged, backing away from him as tears and blood mixed on her face.
He said nothing, but the same sick smile from before broke across his face as he slapped her again. She cried out in pain as her head hit the canopy post and she fell off the bed. He picked her up once more by the collar, dropped her on the bed, and slipped her robes off. As she cried harder, trying to squirm away, he ripped her blouse open. She screamed loudly, but he just laughed once more.
She tried to squirm away, but he reached to undo her bra, and she gave up squirming and dashed off the bed. Dean's eyes narrowed and he kicked her in the stomach when he reached her. Her torso already had numerous bruises on it. He dropped her on the bed and scratched hard with all five fingers down her chest and stomach. Very slowly. She cried and cried and screamed and screamed as the pain refused to go away. Dean ripped his hand away and licked up some of the blood that was dripping from her.
As she shut her eyes, he gave up on her bra and started reaching for her skirt. She turned away and tried to crawl away, but the contraction of her stomach hurt, as they were so close to the time of the injury, and she fell onto the bed immediately. He flipped her skirt up. She cried out in embarrassment and tried to crawl away. Dean pulled her back, tying her feet up with her blouse, her hands up with her robes, and tying his tie over her mouth to keep her from being heard as he reached the worst part.
But before that, he needed to torture her more. He bent down and bit down on the inside of her knee, harder and harder until he tasted blood. He did the same to the other knee. Laughing at her muffled screams, he stood straight and spanked her. Each time his hand went down, another muffled cry or whimper echoed through the room. He laughed as he finished and decided that he was ready. Just as he was undoing his belt, the door flew open. Ginny looked up, but then decided against it and tried to hide herself. She was scared. Embarrassed. Worried. She refused to look up.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Dean roared.
"Thought so," A female's voice said. "Professor, he's right here."
Quickly, the voice rushed over and helped Ginny stand. Whoever it was gasped immediately. She looked up to see Hermione untying Dean's tie from over Ginny's mouth.
"I bet that hurts," Hermione gasped as she untied her hands.
"You would win your money," Ginny whimpered. Hermione covered her with the robes and put an arm around her.
"Why haven't you told anyone before?"
"Would you?" Ginny mumbled, taking her blouse from Hermione. She looked at her imploringly. "Please don't tell anyone else. Ron would-" She started crying harder, and Hermione assured her she wouldn't tell anyone. "How did you know what was happening?"
"Well, I didn't know he was- you know- but I did think he was the one hurting you," Hermione said.
"Yes, but how?"
Hermione shrugged and said simply, "Fifth year Gryffindors have Care for Magical Creatures two classes after we have Herbology. If you didn't want to have people find out, you should have brushed up on your excuses."
Professor McGonagall came back in. She looked at Ginny, half angry, half concerned, and asked, "Are you all right?"
"Yes, Professor," Ginny said quietly, though she most certainly was not.
"Has this been going on for long?"
"Long enough," She sniffed.
"I'm very ashamed of you for not telling sooner, Miss Weasley."
"I'm sorry, Professor," Ginny said in a whisper, her head hung.
"You better go to the hospital wing. Those cuts look nasty," McGonagall said. Ginny shook her head.
"No, I can't go. I don't want anyone to have any suspicion of anything. I'm not going to the hospital wing," She said.
"Yes you are, Miss Weasley."
"Where's Dean?"
"For one, he is the least of your concerns, but I will humor you and tell you that he is currently in Professor Dumbledore's office. I suspect him to be there for quite a while. We are most likely going to expel him for this," McGonagall said. Ginny's head sprang up.
"No. No, Professor, he'll kill me. Please, don't expel him," She begged. Hermione sighed as McGonagall stared at Ginny like she was insane.
"Miss Weasley, his expulsion is for the safety of you and your peers. We can't have someone walking around in this school abusing and raping innocent girls. He will not be able to touch you once his expulsion is confirmed, which should only take a matter of minutes considering the seriousness of what he did," McGonagall looked at her and sighed. "I do urge you to be more careful next time, Miss Weasley. Though I am very, very sorry for what has happened. Miss Granger, could you please escort her to the hospital wing?"
Hermione nodded and helped Ginny. But Ginny wouldn't budge. "Professor, you won't- you won't tell my parents about this, will you?"
They both looked at Professor McGonagall, who sighed, "I will have to get back to you on that."