Broken, Betrayed and Beautiful
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters that JK Rowling has created. I merely play with them.
AN: This plot has been eating away at me for some time now, and I have finally gotten the drive to write it! Ginny and Draco are going to be the main pairing in the story, and in this fic, Deathly Hallows has taken place. Voldemort is gone, but Draco has been redeemed. I hope you all enjoy! xoxo
Best Friends Betrayal
2 years, 17 days, and 12 hours ago seemed much further than it really was. Knees drawn into her chest, orbs of swirling mocha and cinnamon staring blankly at the wall, the Savior of the Wizarding worlds fiance sat, expressionless. Her eyes were glued to a photo of a once happy couple that was still adorning the tan wall. She could hear him in the next room, him and his mistress. They were both completely oblivious to the red heads presence in the flat.
The flat that she and Harry shared.
She had been completely unaware of the affair that her fiance, and sister in law were having until tonight. There had been no change in her everyday pattern, as she had arrived home at the same time she did every evening. 6:15 pm. She had called Harry's name, and when she had heard no answer, but a light tapping against the wall she knew to be the same as in the bedroom the two had shared, her stomach lurched.
Never in a million years had she thought she would find she had. The bedroom door was left open, nothing restricting the sight of a mess of jet black hair, and bushy brown curls tangled in the Egyptian sheets Ron had given them as an engagement gift. The soft promises of love that had been whispered between the two made Ginevra feel empty.
They were the same promises that Harry had whispered to her every night for the past year that they lived together. What had caused this? Had she not been loving enough? Devoted enough? Was she not beautiful to the man that had proposed 1 year ago anymore? Ginny had stood in the doorway to her bedroom for long enough to be seen, but the lovers hadn't even noticed her.
And so it was on the sofa she remained, unable to tear her gaze away from the photo of her and Harry on the wall. That was, until a loud cry of Harry's name filled the entire apartment, followed by silence. She could hear shuffling as they moved from their positions on her bed, followed by a string of colorful swear words.
"Shit Mione," he said, and Ginny was sure that his emerald eyes were filled with panic, "It's 6:30! Ginny will be home any minute!"
"Hell Harry," said Hermione, "I've got to go! We can't let her find out about this."
Ginny could hear footsteps, and she turned her eyes to where she knew her fiance and best friend would be appearing any second. Without fail, the two rounded the corner, stopping in their tracks when their eyes landed on Ginny's serenely calm face.
There was no emotion visible in the youngest Weasleys eyes, but Hermione and Harry's were filled with guilt, and panic. "How long?" she said, her voice abnormally calm.
"Ginny," started Harry, holding his hands up in what should have been a calming gesture, "I can explain."
"How long?" she repeated, her eyes glued to the man that had been the object of her affection for so long.
"Please," said Hermione, her eyes watering, "Just let us explain."
"Save it Hermione," said Ginny, keeping her piercing gaze on her fiance, "I suggest you return home to your husband, my brother, and Harry's best friend. Or you can stay here, and I will go to your home and inform my brother of the circumstance in which I found the two of you."
"I'm sorry Ginny," she said her voice absolutely pitiful, casting a look at Harry and making her way to the door.
"Yes," said Ginny, her voice cold, "You are. Among other things."
"Do not insult her Ginny," said Harry, defending his mistress. "Hermione is a good person."
"I'm sure she was," she spat, looking Hermione up and down, "Before she became a whore and a disgrace to my familys name. I am absolutely ashamed that my brother can't see what a lying slut she is."
"That's not fair!" shouted Hermione, her hand resting on the doorknob, and eyes narrowed in Ginny's direction. "How dare you judge me!"
"How dare you sleep with my fiance, cheat on my brother, and in my bed! I'm supposed to be your best friend Granger." She saw Hermione wince at the use of her muggle surname. "As far as I can see, you're nothing but a common whore. Get out of my flat before I throw you out."
Hermione, mouth agape and eyes watering, quickly left the flat. Harry had stood there, watching the exchange between the two, turned his eyes onto Ginny. "You have no right to speak to her that way Ginevra," he said, emphasing her whole name. "Hermione is my friend-"
"Apparently she is more than that Potter," she said interrupting him, venom lacing her voice, "Get your things and get out of my flat. Do not floo me, do not OWL me, and stay away from my family. You may have defeated Voldemort Harry Potter, but that doesn't give you the right to stomp on anyone you see fit! You're a bastard and a right prick and I never want to see you again." Ginny pulled of the diamond engagement ring that had adorned her finger for the last year, and tossed it at the boy who lived, standing as she did. Her deep red hair cascaded down her shoulders in curls, and she moved towards the door. "When I get back," she said, "You better not be here. And if none of that got through your thick skull you arrogant ass, we're through."
Harry opened his mouth to speak, but the door slammed shut before he had the chance. The biting cold of December in London nipped at her exposed flesh, but Ginny was numb. She couldn't feel it. She didn't want to feel right now. The flat that she had leased after graduating from Hogwarts a little over a year ago, wasn't that far from the Leaky Cauldron and Ginny found refuge inside the tavern. Her eyes scanned the crowd of wizards and witches scattered throughout the pub, her eyes landing on an empty booth in the back corner of the place.
"Evening Miss Weasley." Ginny turned when Tom greeted her, and she offered him the warmest smile she could muster, and greeted him in return.
"Evening Tom," she said, leaning her elbows against the bar counter, "can I have a bottle of firewhiskey and a shot glass please." She noticed the way his eyebrows lifted slightly at her request, but he aquiesced and produced the biggest bottle he could find. Swooping the bottle and the shot glass up in her hands, she made her way to the vacant booth she had seen earlier.
2 hours later Ginny had drained the entire contents of the bottle, and the shot glass was knocked over on the table that she was occupying. Tom had moved over to where Ginny was sitting, a look of concerne etched on his old face. "Miss Weasley," he said, "Would you like me to call Mr. Potter to come accompany you home?"
At the sound of Harry's name, a few people turned to look in her direction, everyone catching the flash of anger that lit up in her eyes, "Never menshion tha name to me again," she slurred, slamming her hands down on the table top. At the sound of her hands hitting the table, more patrons turned to look at the girl. "I never want ta see tha liar again."
"I'm sorry Miss Weasley," he said, "Is there any one else I can call?"
She shook her head sadly, but when a wam hand fell on her shoulder, she looked up into the eyes of a co worker. Blaise Zabini worked with her at St. Mungos, but in a different department than herself. Over the past year the two had become quite good friends, and she smiled sadly at him. "It's alright Tom," he said, pulling the girl up from her seat, "I'll escort her back to her flat."
"Mighty kind of you Mister Zabini," he said, before making his way back behind the bar. Ginny allowed herself to be walked out of the bar, being held up by his arms. So far she had managed to not cry, and that in itself was an accomplishment. In the last 3 hours she had caught her fiance, ex fiance she scolded herself, with her best friend in her bed and had devoured a whole bottle of firewhiskey.
Turning her eyes up to Blaise, she smiled, "I'm pathetic," she said, her voice sounded defeated.
"No Gin," he said, "You aren't pathetic, you're just piss drunk."
Ginny shook her head as Blaise entered the courtyard of her building, and walking up the stairs that led to her flat. "No you don't understand Blaise," she said, as he reached in her pocket for the keys to her flat. He unlocked the door, and swiftly moved inside still supporting the Gryffindor. She pulled out of his grasp, and collapsed onto the sofa she had abandoned over 2 hours ago.
"This isn't like you Gin," he said, sitting in the arm chair to the left of Ginny, "What's going on? Did you and Harry get in another fight?" It was no secret that the two had fought occasionally, as Ginny and Harry's opinions did tend to clas at times. Both were to stubborn to admit when the other was right. Or more importantly, when they were wrong.
"I broke up with Harry," she said, the realization of the nights events hitting her hard, sobering her up. Her eyes were glued on Blaise's, the calming shade of sienna turning a dark brown. Blaise was the only person, outside of Hermione, that she had entrusted with her friendship lately. There was of course Luna and Nevill but the two were off on their honeymoon in Greece.
"What?" he said, shock ringing in his voice. He had seen Ginny mad at Harry, but the thought that the two of them would break up had never even crossed his mind. He had seen them in his sixth year, and after the war. They looked as though they were made for one another. They had quickly become the most famous couple in the wizarding world.
"He was cheating on me Blaise," she admitted, lowering her gaze, "I don't know what else I could have done for him! I gave him everything I had, I always have. I have always done what he asked, what he wanted, and gave him everything he needed. But I wasn't enough. Apparently Granger is."
"Granger?" he asked, eyebrows lifting in surprise, "You mean Hermione Weasley? Your sister in law? His best friends wife?"
"The one and only," she choked out, tears finally welling in her eyes.
"Oh Gin," he said, moving next to her on the sofa, wrapping a comforting arm around her shoulders. And that was all it took for Ginny to break down and cry. Lifting her eyes, she pulled her wand out from her robes, and jabbed it violently at the photo of her and Harry. The glass busted, falling into the cream carpet, and the photo burned up in it's frame, leaving a black scorch mark on the wall.
Dropping her head onto her friends shoulder, she let go of the wand she was holding and stared down at her hands. Everything she had ever felt for the boy dissolved when she had seen her best friend and fiance in her bed, and at the moment she was just thankful for Blaise being there.
"I can't stay here tonight," she said, shaking her head in disgust, "I can't sleep in the bed he and Hermione..."
"That's alright Gin," he said, standing and offering her his hand, "You can stay at my place. Tomorrow, we will throw everything out that you don't want to keep in this flat, and you'll start fresh."
"Thank you Blaise," she said, taking his hand. She was really touched by her friends offer, and it had just occured to her that she had never been to Blaise's flat before. She knew that he had a room mate but she wasn't entirely sure who it was. "Are you sure your flat mate won't mind?"
"Doesn't matter if he does," he said, smiling at her, "because either way, you're staying the night. We have an extra room, it's no big deal." Tugging her towards the floo, he reached into the bowl that held her floo powder and pulled her into the fireplace with him, tossing the powder down. Green flames engulfed them, and a moment later they were tumbling out of the fireplace in Blaise's sitting room.
"Blaise what the bloody hell?"
Dusting herself off, Ginny looked up into the piercing silver gaze of Draco Malfoy.
And that is chapter 1!
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