Disclaimer: I own nothing from this story, the characters aint the names aint mine, the places aint, and I aint mine. So putting it simple, I don't own anything and therefore you don't sue. Got it?
A/n This is the millionth story I am starting (all my others are under five chappies and pending) but I am determined to finish this one. So please, encourage me, motivate me, and help me. I know this is selfish to ask, but please, I beg of you to do this. Thank you.
INTROUDCTION.
New Years Day 1999.
Ginny woke up with a start, her head pounding like never before. She clearly had a hangover. She sat up with pain and scanned her surroundings. Nothing was clear to her, and her mind was a mess. She tried to work out what had happened last night, after the mystery man had lead her to the room. The room in which she now was. But nothing came to mind.
Looking around to find the man, she realized she was all alone, unable to determine what to do. What the hell happened? She asked herself. She tried to move, but a pain shot up her legs, and her groin area. Looking down at the sheets, she gasped in shock and horror. There just below her pelvis, was a small pool of dried up blood. Ginny tried to think. She tried to remember but it hurt. Thinking hurt. And yet through the madness what was her head, the answer to her dillema screamed through.
She had had sex. Not only that, she had sex with a stranger. A complete stranger she met hours before at a all night New Years Eve party. A charming stranger that took advantage of her drunkenness. Worst of all, she thought back, they didn't use protection. Ginny's mind screamed again, and her head cleared instantly. She lay back against a pillow, and felt tears staining the bed. What would they say? What would Harry say?
Her boyfriend of 5 months, now graduated, would have a frenzy. Her brothers, would flip. They would try and murder the mystery man, and if they cant, turn their vengeance on herself. There and then she decided not to let anyone know about her one night stand.
Yet it wasn't that easy. As the moths rolled away, Ginny felt her secret eat at her from the inside. Her grades started to drop, she got isolated from her friends, and her desk was piled from letters from Harry, full of concern. She never answered them. It was only until mid February that Ginny realized something else had happened that night. Something that would cause her the biggest grief she had ever felt. Something that would force her to make the biggest decision she had to make.
In between bawls that brought her breakfast back into the light, Ginny placed two and two together. Her little night of high-pitched fever, and deliriousum (is that even a word?) had consequences she could not ignore. And her strange mystery man left her with a parting gift. And with the assistance of muggle pregnancy device, Ginny felt her worst fear true. She was indeed pregnant.
She couldn't face her parents with this news. She couldn't face Harry, and she certainly couldn't remain where she was, as she was. So, out dear and beloved, Ginny did the only other option any other teenage girl of her age had. She ran.
She ran that very night. Fleeing the safety of Hogwarts, and of the love of her family and boyfriend, Ginny ran. She took little belongings with her, and left no note, nothing to explain, or at least justify her escape. Al she did was ran.
First across the country, never staying more than a day. All owls sent to reach her, where late. She had always gone before they could find her. When she had finally ran across the entire, and with no place left to go, she crept into the dark stomach of a ship, leaving Bristol, bound for America. She decided to ran across the ocean.
As a stow away on board the ship "Runaways" Ginny found little rest. She always feared she would be discovered, and thrown over board. She only wanted to save her child. And on 25th of April, Ginny reached New York America.
Fleeing the ship just as sailors discovered her, Ginny fled into the dark streets of the Big Apple. But after two weeks, she found it unbearable to live in. With what little money she had left, Ginny got on a bus, heading towards California.
Just as the bus departed from the station, a snowy white owl landed on the Bus Depo's roof. Watching the bus leave with sad eyes, it made a mental note of the destination of the bus, as to inform her owner. Hedwig flew back over the ocean to her owner in England.
It took six days for Ginny to reach Los Angeles, City of the Angels, California. And there her troubles started. Leaning on a minimum wage job, Ginny got herself a small (petite) flat, and pushed herself through night school, however, her pregnancy (now nearing 6 moths) forced her to quit both.
One night after a dreary day trying to find a job, a gang attacked her. She was scared for the life of her baby, and having thrown her wand over board the "Runaways" she had no way of defending herself. So she was subjected to brutal and horrifying gang rape.
Lying in the gutter, bleeding her child away, after being raped and beated, Ginny wished she could die. She prayed for her life to end right there and then, however the Fates had more installed for her, and not much of it was pleasant.
To her rescue came a tall young man, barely nineteen himself. With his platinum blond hair, and hateful grey eyes her took pity on Ginny, and took her to his home. Or his office as those in his line of business liked to call it. Nursing Ginny back to health he promised her a life more grand then what she could ever dream of. Easy money, doing barely anything. It seemed like a dream. However Ginny remained skeptical about the man that made her life a living hell back in school, and her mind kept reeling over the fact that he was here.
She ran to get away from all that, and yet she meets him. The man she despised. Hesitantly though Ginny accepted. There was nothing she could do after all. She had nothing to live for, her previous life torn to shreds by her own foolish behavior. Her family probably stopped looking for her, and Harry has moved on. Trying to convince herself with these facts (of her imagination) Ginny gave over her life to the hands of one Draco Malfoy.
Draco took Ginny's life, and turned her into what she is today. He shaped her life to be that, so it suited his business. He took her life and transformed it into the life of a Call Girl.
OK. READ THIS AUTHOR NOTE. I KNOW IT'S LONG BUT PLEASE.
A/N How was that? Please let me know what you think. I guess I should be expecting flames for what I have done to Ginny (I can see it now, Molly sitting in the Burrow Kitchen, pointing at me. "Look what he has done to my little girl". Should I expect a few Death Curses my way dear readers?). Listen don't be mad, and send my howlers, I just got this idea of writing this. Please bear with me. And I am thinking about writing a Prequel to this (or someone else if they offer) describing in detail everything that has been said in this Introduction. Tell me what do you think. Please. Please. Read and Review