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Summary-What if Ginny and Harry's life had taken a different turn after that fateful kiss in the Gryffindor Common Room? What if violence, tears, and a different kind of love intervened with their "Happily Ever After?"
Timing- Just after Harry kissed Ginnny in the Gryffindor Common Room during his sixth year.
Chapter One:
Ginny was out for another moonlit walk, but this time was different. Tonight, she wasn't out there to escape the reason for her sadness, tonight she was out there to celebrate the end of it. Harry had finally asked her out! Well, he had spontaneously kissed her, but either way it meant the same thing. After all these years of unreturned love, she could finally relax and be happy. She lay down on the grass, staring at the stars.
Her bliss was interrupted by a twig snapping behind her, putting Ginny on alert. She stood up and turned around to see a blonde haired boy standing by a tree holding a bottle that had already been emptied of all its contents.
Ginny sighed. Not even Draco Malfoy would ruin her joy tonight.
"Hello, dear," he said.
"Uh, don't call me dear," she replied. Her tone wasn't pleasant, even that night, as she walked past him towards the castle.
"Why not?" he asked, dropping the bottle and following her.
"Hmmm," she stopped to face him, "Maybe it's because we hate each other and you're a pain in the ass."
"I don't care," Draco slurred. "You're hot."
Simple, and straight to the point. And irritating. Why did he have to get drunk and bug her, out of all the other girls?
"Listen, Malfoy, there are plent of girls who don't hate your guts. Go bother one of them."
"But they're all in the castle."
This statement caused her to begin to mildly freak out, and she started heading back to Hogwarts, a bit faster than before.
"Wait!" He growled and grabbed her wrist hard enough to make her cry out, and she was no wimp.
"Let go!"
He did for a second, just to fake her out. He grabbed again, but missed and fell. He aimed a second attempt at her ankle, and though he didn't quite get a perfect grasp, it was enough to make her fall and give him time to crawl over and pin her down.
"Malfoy, what the fuck?!"
"Shut up," he mumbled, and she did. Well, not willingly, he was pretty good at silencing charms.
Still keeping her arms pinned above her head, he ripped open her button-up blouse, and, realizing what he was doing, Ginny struggled with everything she had. Unfortunately, the sixth-year boy was significantly stronger, and her physical protests had no affect on him.
His hand moved on to her skirt, unzipping it and revealing her white lacy underwear, which he ripped off and threw to the side.
Damn it, she thought, Those were my favorite pair. She had no idea why this was what she thought of at a time like this, when something she had saved for the one person she knew could ever make her happy was literally being forced out of her.
She couldn't think of what was happening to her as something that was actually real. Sure, this could happen to other girls, but it would never really happen to her. She focused on the little things, the believable things that could happen to her: the stick that was uncomfortably digging into her back, the pain in her wrists, and the cold night air that was stinging her throat; she was breathing faster than normal for a reason she didn't know (or wouldn't accept).
Ginny gasped as she felt the truth, reality, and Malfoy force themselves inside her all at once. There was no avoiding what was actually happening, and with each new thrust of Draco's hips, another wave of misery slowly suffocated the girl, drying her tears and weakening her struggles, until her body was limp while the bruises formed on her hips and thighs.
She was numb, she couldn't feel anything. She didn't feel any of the smacks he placed upon her already bruised body, didn't feel him finish, or get up and leave her. All she knew was that eight hours later, the sun was rising, and after another three hours she could vaguely hear her name being called.
At first, she was gripped by a panic at the thought of them finding her like this, which was almost enough to make her move. But then she remembered that the worst had already happened, and what was another dose of misery and humiliation added to that?
"Oh, my god! Ginny!" The girl heard the voice, and recognized it as Hermione's.
Ginny could sense Hermione coming closer, and felt a blanket being put over her. The thrill at feeling something gave her enough strength to call out.
"Hermione! Please, don't let them…don't let…I cant be-" but her words soon broke down into sobs.
The older girl knelt down next to her friend, beside herself with worry, and said soothingly "Shhh, luv. It's okay. Nobody else is here, I'll get you back to the Hospital Wing and everything w-"
"No! Please, just take me to our room," Ginny managed to choke out between sobs.
"But, Ginny, you're-"
"Please." She whispered her beg, hoping that her friend would listen to her. The idea of being discovered like this by anyone, even Madame Pompfrey, was more than she could bear.
Hermione used magic to secretly transfer Ginny to their room. Once there, she pulled the curtains around the tired girl's bed and let her sleep.
Hermione sat down, thinking. She didn't want to believe what she had seen, or what it could mean, but she knew she couldn't just ignore it and wait for someone to tell her that she was wrong.
Ginny would hate her for what she was about to do, but she needed help, and she wouldn't stand there and do nothing. Hermione stood up and headed for the door to get Ron.
A/N-Haha! I finally got around to beginning another story. Terribly sorry about the wait. I guarantee that if I get reviews it will be a significantly shorter wait for the next chapter!
