Ginny's curled up in a ball, her knees tucked under her chin, back pressed against her bedroom door, rocking back and forth ever so slightly. She knew this day was coming, but she hadn't expected it to affect her as much as it did. Why was it possible that people could do bad things and yet live a perfectly normal life? He'd smile at her, and she'd know exactly what he would be thinking, she'd know that he was a monster. Nobody else knew what a monster he was though. To everyone else, he was charming and affable and sincere. Only she knew the depths of his depravity.
But now here he was announcing his engagement to the world, and wouldn't he be the perfect husband? She hoped he'd be nothing but nice to Fleur, but the truth was Ginny just didn't know. Bill had already made it perfectly clear that she would never be free from his torment, she could still see red marks on her arm where his fingers had gripped her tightly, his face close to hers as he reminded her yet again what would happen if she told anyone what had happened between them.
Ginny shook as another sob wracked her body and she forced a fist into her mouth, biting down on it until her knuckles began to bleed. She could remember every liaison between Bill and her; every single one was seared into her memory and haunted her dreams. She'd only been seven years old, the first time Bill had slipped into her bedroom. She'd still thought of him as her loving big brother, as someone who would always protect her from harm. She'd had no reason to think that it would be Bill who would force himself upon her, who would become the creature of her nightmares. At first, for a long time, all Ginny could focus on was the thought of 'What did I do wrong?' It took years before she realised she wasn't to blame. And for the majority of the school year Ginny was free from pawing hands.
Just then there came a knock on Ginny's door. She sat bolt upright quivering slightly. Swiping hastily at the tears on her face, Ginny called out in a shaky voice. "Who is it?"
"It's me," Ginny heard her mother's voice and gulped. "Are you okay? You sound a bit unwell," Molly asked. Standing Ginny unlocked the door and opened it, wrapping her arms around her mother. Molly seemed somewhat surprised by this, however she returned the hug fiercely as she took in Ginny's pallor. Pulling away Molly scrutinised her daughter, once more asking if she was okay.
Ginny shrugged. "I guess I'm feeling a bit nauseous is all. I figured it'd be best to just come and rest up. " That was partly true, Ginny had been feeling off colour all day, even before Bill had made his announcement.
Molly seemed to buy the excuse as she instantly held the back of her hand to Ginny's forehead. "Hmmm you do feel a little feverish. Why don't you go back to bed dear, and I'll bring you a nice hot bowl of soup?"
Ginny nodded her thanks, grateful for an excuse to climb under her covers and stay out of everyone's way. And this, she reflected was why she would never in a million years be able to tell her mother what was going on. She'd be heartbroken. Molly Weasley thought the world of her children and Ginny wasn't going to be the one who ruined that.
A/N: What did you think? I think I'm going to keep things as implied rather than writing rape scenes because it just isn't needed.