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Ginny walked up the stairs to her apartment, when she got in there it was quite quiet. "Matt?" she called out.

"In here," shouted back Matt. She followed where his voice had come from to see him sitting in the living room, with all the lights out and the curtains closed.

"Matt, are you alright?" asked Ginny.

Matt stood up and walked over to her. "I have been extremely lenient," he began. "I have let you see your friends. I have let you keep your job, your," he spat out the last word, "independence."

Ginny stepped back, her back now against the door jamb. "That was never yours to give me or take away," she said.

"I can deal with all that," he continued as though she hadn't spoken. "But, cheating on me! I can not accept and will not accept being cheated on. Being laughed at while you gallavant around with some townie asshole."

"What are you talking about?" asked Ginny.

"You having a drink with some chap, looking mighty cozy."

"Matt," she said as she took a step forward and reached up to put a hand on his shoulder. "Breathe, luv. I would never cheat on you. That was Harry, my friend from Hogwarts."

He shook her hand off him and turned around so that she was speaking to his back.

"I swear to you, Matt, I have never cheated on anyone. I would never cheat on you."

"Don't lie to me!" yelled Matt as he swung around towards her, his hand backhanding her in the face.

Ginny flinched backwards. "Jesus, Matt." She reached her hand up to her cheek. "Jesus." She walked away from him, towards her bedroom. "I told you that I could deal with your jealously as long as you kept it in check. I do love you, but….Damn, Matt. I will not be hit!" she shouted to him while pulling a bag out of her closet and she began to fill it with clothes.

Matt came and stood at the entrance of her room. "I'm sorry, Ginny. I didn't mean to hit you."

"I'm sure you didn't," said Ginny tersley.

"Ginny, just listen to me."

"No, I should have seen this coming and I should have left a long time ago."

"Ginny," he growled, walking closer to her. "Listen to me."

"No. You've lost that right."

He pulled her towards her so that she was facing him. "I'm sorry."

"You definetly aren't acting like you're sorry," said Ginny, trying not to shake.

"Well you won't let me apologize!" he shouted before pushing her back. She stumbled and crashed to the floor, her head hitting the wood panel floor.

"Oh," she groaned out.

Matt crawled out on top of her. "I'm sorry, Ginny. I really didn't mean to!"

"Fuck you. I'm out of here." She tried to get up, but Matt was holding her wrists down with one hand and pushing her hips towards the floor with the other. "Let me go, Matt," she warned.

"Ginny, forgive me," he whispered while kissing up along her neck and cheek.

"No. Get off of me!" she yelled while bucking around trying to kick him and free her hands. "Expelleriamus!" She shouted out, trying to perform wandless magic.

Matt raised his hand and slapped her in the face, she felt the blood from her nose trickle down her skin. Matt chuckled. "Never had much of a talent for the wandless, did you?"

"Let go of me!" she shouted out.

He closed his hand around her throat. She choked out a bare bit of breath. "That's better, less screaming. You never listen to me Gin, you just shout at me." He leaned forward and kissed the skin that was turning blue above where his hand was choking her.

She closed her eyes and sputtered out, "Expelleriamus!" once more. This time it worked and Matt went flyng across the room, into the cabinent.

"You bitch!" said Matt as he rubbed his head.

Ginny stood up, shakily, and grabbed her wand and pointed it at Matt.

Matt stood up slowly.

"Leave," she demanded.

"This is our house," he muttered, "why should I leave?"

"Because, right now, you are the one who is destroying the 'us' so therefore you get the honour of finding a new place to stay. Just leave Matt."

"But Ginny, I love you."

"I know. But I warned you. I told you that if you ever pulled another stunt like that one last May, then I would not stay with you."

"But you stayed with me then, can't you give me one more chance?" he begged.

Ginny took a deep breath. "No. No because you'll just do it again and ask for another chance and the cycle will never end and no. Just get out before I make you." She brandished her wand threatningly.

"Fine." He walked towards the door.

"I'll send an owl to find you and get you all your stuff tomorrow. Don't come back here," she warned.

"Whatever," he said before slamming the door shut behind him. Ginny walked back towards the door and locked it, before lying her back against the door and sinking to the floor.

"Shit," she muttered to herself. She stood up and walked towards the loo to inspect herself. She brought a cool washcloth to her face to wipe away the blood. Two large brusies were forming on either side of her face and her eye was turning a deep shad of purple. There was a bright red ring on her neck. Ginny splashed some more water on her face before walking into the bedroom and finding her dark hooded cloak. She put it on so that it shadowed her face. She left the apartment and locked it behind her before heading towards the Hogs Head. She never kept alcohol in the apartment, because of Matt, and right now she desperately needed to drink away some feeling. The Hogs Head was perfect because it was always so dark.

She entered and Malfoy, still behind the bar, gave her a wave, her bright red hair was hanging low, around her neck, not hidden by the cloak. She gave a half hearted wave back, before finding a seat in a booth in a darkened corner. She leaned her head against the wall. After several minutes Malfoy walked over, after making sure everyone at the bar was sated.

"You know, Weasley, we don't have waiters here. You've got to fend for yourself, you've got to go and order and then bring the drink back, too." When she didn't say anything, he handed her the drink he'd been hiding behind his back.

"Thanks Malfoy," she said, taking it greatfully. It was her regular mix: Butterbeer: strong with pumpkin juice. "I might be needing something a little stronger for the next round," she said.

"What happened? Are you all right?" asked Malfoy, sitting down in the seat across from her.

"Yeah. I'm fine," she said.

"Do you want to come up to the bar and talk about it? I do a much better sympathetic bartender when I'm drying a glass with a cloth."

"Thanks Malfoy," she said, "but I really, really don't want to talk."

Malfoy nodded. "Fine. I'll bring over a firewhisky when you're done with this round."

"Thanks," she said.

By midnight most of Malfoy's patrons had left the pub for the night, and Ginny had downed several more drinks. He walked over to her, she was resting her head on her arms on the table. He picked up the latest empty glass and replaced it with a sobering potion, a free service he supplied when he felt as though walking home was going to be too difficult for the customer. She began sipping at it, as Malfoy turned the house lights on so he could begin cleaning up properly.

"Ack!" shouted out Ginny.

"What's wrong?" called out Malfoy.

"This," she pointed towards the drink, "is gross. And why in the world is it so bright in here?" she asked.

"I invested in lighting, but everyone seemed to enjoy the dark and dreary ambience so I only turn them on once everyone's gone. And keep drinking, you'll feel better."

"I doubt it," murmered Ginny as she nursed the sobering potion.

As Malfoy began putting the chairs on the table he began to talk to Ginny. "So, I don't suppose you're going to tell me what happened to make you come in here and drink more in one night than I've seen you drink in a month?"

"I honestly don't want to talk about it," she said, pulling her hood forward, worried that the new light from the pub would make it easier for him to see her face.

"If you're sure."

She nodded. Unfortunately she hadn't yet finished the sobering potion and she nodded a bit too vigoriously. She nodded hard enough that her hood fell back off her head, and Malfoy caught a glimpse of her before she managed to replace it.

"Shit, Weasley." He stopped cleaning and sat down next to her. She turned her face away and downed the last of the potion. "Weasley, what the fuck happened?" asked Malfoy. He placed his finger under her chin and directed her face towards him.

"It's nothing, and it's taken care of now, and I'd really rather not talk about it."

"Was this Matt?" he growled.

She nodded. "But, he's gone now. I kicked him out."

"Damn right you kicked him out. And you called the Aurors, right?"

She shook her head. "No, I haven't. I made him leave. He's gone. That's all. It's over and done with."

"Bastard," spat Malfoy.

"No, it's all right. When I go home, the bruises will have had a chance to set, so I can magic them out. It'll be fine." She bundled herself back up in her cloak, hood firmly over her head and stood up to leave. "Thanks for the drinks, Malfoy."

"They're on me, Weasley. Don't worry about it."

"Thanks."

"Careful walking home," he warned.

"Watch out for rats when cleaning," she said.

He grimaced, then tried to joke back. "Are you suggesting that my fine establishment has rats? Shame, Weasley. Shame on you. See you around."

"See you tomorrow," she said as she walked out the door.

A/N- I hope you enjoyed it! Reviewing is good for you! The next chapter is nearly finished, so it should be up soon! Ciao