DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter. Property of JK Rowling.

Warnings: Language, Non consensual sex, murder, torture

Characters: Draco/Pansy, Draco/Ginny, Neville/Ginny

(Not specifically in that order)

Chapter One:

His fingers wound in her hair as she whimpered against him. A slow smirk appeared on his pale lips as he rammed into her. Her head jerked forward and she screamed. His fingers touched her cheek and that silenced her. But the tears still came.

"I won't hurt you...hush, my love." His malicious words held no warmth, no hope...just total and complete evil.

Gently he dipped his head and bit down on her ear. She cried silently and he finally brushed the tears away. He left her lying there, naked and scared as he dressed.

"Never defy me again...Or it will be worse next time."

And then he left.

She wondered what had caused this change. Trembling, she put her clothes back on and stepped out of her room. The hallway was dark as she made her way through it. Stepping into the dim light of the common room, her long black hair caught the firelight and shimmered. Her face was smeared with make-up and blood. She felt weak. Sinking to her knees in front of the fire, she wept.

They sat together in the Gryffindor common room She had cried all night. He told her it would all be okay, she just shook her head. How could he have done that to her? She hadn't been good enough, so he had to cheat on her. But still, Neville found the strength to comfort Ginny. Through the years, he had watched her and constantly thought she was beautiful. Though he would never speak about it. He often wrote of it. Needless to say, he loved her. He'd watched how those others treated her and he swore he'd never be one of them.

And so he held her as she muttered and cried into his shoulder. It wasn't fair, that was true. She didn't deserve this, and her brother wasn't around to comfort her any longer. It had been so long since he had died. When she was only fifteen, she had received an Owl from her Mum. He had been killed after the Ministry battle. The Dark Lord had killed all involved in the end fight. Harry, Hermione, and Ron were all murdered. It made her sick so many nights that she drowned her sorrows in the Muggle drink, Vodka. It burnt her throat but felt oddly nice going down. It was only once, and then she never touched that stuff again.

Trying to cheer her up, she received a new Broom for her sixteenth birthday. She had broken it in less then a week because the Slytherins were making horrid remarks to her. She frowned and shot back about all the Death Eaters caught, in particular, Mr. Malfoy.

That had shut the pallid faced brat up. But later, he smashed into her in the hallway and said he'd make her life more miserable if she mentioned that again. He was all talk, sometimes...but something told her to watch her step around him just the same.

She pulled away from Neville, thanked him for his help and walked out into the hall. It was just past seven as she made her way to the library. She needed to relax, to get her mind off tonight. Her long red hair lay in waves down her back and strands curled delicately at her elbows. Soft brown eyes and lightly colored freckles graced her pale face.

The door to the library was unlocked as she entered. It was mostly deserted except for her and a boy perusing the aisle beside her right. He coughed and she jumped. As she neared to the tables, she saw a flash of silver blonde. She cursed as he frowned when he saw her.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"None of your damn business." She snapped, and watched his jaw set. He brushed his hands through his shoulder length hair and growled mildly at her. She had side stepped him and went to reach for a book when he grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back, his free hand clamped onto her mouth as her terrified eyes darted around.

"You think you're so smart. You talk shit about my father like it makes you happy. That brother of yours had a mouth on him as well. No wonder he and those idiots died. I saw it," He tightened his grip and she screamed through his hand; tears stung her eyes. "I know what he's capable of. I know why he didn't kill you...because you and he have a past. One my father made for you. You, the lousy dirty bitch who thinks nobody understands her. If you shoot that smart ass mouth of yours off again, I swear to God, I'll kill you."

He let her go and she fell to the floor. Her red hair was tangled and matted as she cried silently. She saw his foot raise as he went to kick her, then something happened. His fingers fastened onto his skull and he screamed, his eyes rolled back into his head and he dropped to his knees.