A/N: Any feedback is hugely appreciated. I have six chapters written but I'm going over them, this story has a plan but it may change later on. I hope you enjoy it!
Little did I know that my little encounter with Zabini was going to change my life forever. If I had known what I know now I would have never have gone in to that lake that night, I would never have even looked at Harry, hell I never would have gone to Hogwarts in the first place.
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The battle was upon us. The battle of Hogwarts. Cries could be heard from every direction but I couldn't even see ten foot in front of me due to all the dust and rubble. I had started off with Luna and Tonks for protection but Luna had left to help Harry and Tonks had gone to see Remus. I had heard her scream a while later but I couldn't think about that right now, I couldn't let that distract me. Staying alive was the only thing on my mind, I think it was the only thing on everyones.
"Avada Kedavra!" I just about managed to dodge the killing curse as the shot of green light passed through where I was standing a split second before, it then ricochet off of the wall and hit a death eater. Rather him than me. This had been my first real battle and my lessons in Dumbledore's army felt like a life time away. I acted as if killing was my second nature firing curses at every bad person I saw not really sure if they were hitting or not.
It was then that we came face to face and wand to wand. Zabini was stood in front of me trying to catch his breath as I did the same. A Ravenclaw I had seen in a few of my classes lay dying at his feet, the poor boy moaned in pain but Zabini only kicked him to shut him up.
"You're heartless." I say through gritted teeth.
"No I'm not, this is a war if you haven't noticed." He told me and with a swish of his wand he killed the boy at his feet. The poor, defenceless innocent.
I recoiled in fear, "Why did you do that?"
"Sometimes you have to put an animal down when its in pain. Its the kindest thing to do." He sounded too calm and this only scared me more.
"You disgust me, Slytherin." Tears ran down my face, I fiercely wiped them away on the corner of my black cardigan.
"I can do the same to you if you like?" He purred. I froze in fear like a deer caught in headlights.
"Leave the girl alone, Zabini." A cold, cruel voice rang out from behind me. I tensed up in fear as the person then ran their hands all over me and even grasped my breasts.
"Don't touch me." I spat in disgust without even looking to see who it was. I looked at Zabini and for some reason he looked like he felt sorry for me. This only scared me more.
"Oh you wont have a choice soon enough, blood traitor." The boy chuckled darkly as he came to face me, it was non other than Draco Malfoy. He came very close to my face and began to tuck my hair behind my ears with a calculating look, he made me feel like a horse in the auction ring, looking me up and down before he decided if he wanted to buy me or not.
"Long live the chosen one!" I shouted before spitting in his face. I then ran for it as fast as I possibly could, my legs pumping as I jumped over a huge crack in the floor. I didn't want to see Malfoy ever again because I knew that if I did he would surely kill me.
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The battle is over and we had lost. I sat on the floor of the living room in a run down cottage in the middle of Ireland somewhere with Harry sat beside me. He was leaning on my shoulder, I had my arm around him rubbing his arm and back in an effort to console him. My cardigan was wet from both his tears and mine. I was trying to be strong for the boy wonder because everyone told me I had to be when in reality I felt as awful as he did. It may have been his best friend but he was my brother for Merlin's sake.
"Why has this happened?" Harry cried. I had never seen him like this, ever. I never knew Ron meant so much to him. Since we had arrived back at the safe house Hermione had locked herself in her bedroom with so many charms that nobody could get in, even when they tried the window. The rest of my family were nowhere to be seen, I presumed they were at a different safe house so they were able to grieve properly. I wasn't given that luxury. Everybody knew I didn't love Harry any more, everyone apart from Harry that was. He was so crucial to winning this awful war that he basically got what ever he wanted in return for fighting. He had an almost God like status within the order. People died for him but he was told it wasn't his fault, people risked everything they had for him but denied doing so to his face, and I had to make love to the golden boy whenever it took his fancy because that way he was more relaxed and easier to control. I never enjoyed it and I wish I hadn't had to lose it to him but that was the way my life had gone. Harry was treated like a King and as his "Queen" I had to do what ever he said. I hadn't loved him since the day I almost died trying to change myself so he'd love me instead of that whore Cho Chang.
And now my brother was dead. My brother who only last week insisted that I flooed back to his house in order to get rid of the spider in his bathroom because he was too scared to. I laughed at the memory which turned into fresh floods of tears.
I guess I shouldn't blame Harry for the horrible death of Ron though, it was Malfoy who had killed him after all. He was making an example of him but torturing him in front of every living member of the order in the courtyard. They stood in stunned silence, Harry and myself included, as Malfoy began to cut off all of his fingers one by one with a wave of his wand. He crucioed him at intervals throughout as well. Ron's blood curdling screams could he heard as he cried out for anyone to help him. Nobody did. Malfoy then knocked out his teeth one by one and began to break all of his bones. He begged and pleaded for the release of death but Malfoy did not give it to him until Zabini stood forward and whispered something in his ear. All of the death eaters laughed as Ron, a third of the golden trio, took his final breath. They did it to get to Harry and they certainly did.
It was my fault that he did it really though, maybe if I hadn't spat in the bastards face he would have taken a bit more pity on my brother. I did see him give me a few glances as he tortured poor Ron, his only crime becoming friends with Harry before he even knew who he was.
"Gin, can we go to bed." Harry asked as he looked at me with his tear stricken face.
"Okay then, lets go." I said as I kissed him on the cheek and helped him stand up. I was cold and achy from sitting on the flagstone floor for so long.
That night as he made 'love' to me I had to be careful not to vomit. I acted my part perfectly with my moans in all the right places. After a while he began to thrust erratically into me meaning he was very close to finishing so with a final scream I called out his name, two minutes later he fell on top of me and fell asleep almost instantly. I, however, couldn't sleep. I slowly peeled his sweaty arm off of me and silently clambered out of the bed we had to share. I had learnt to be quiet very quickly as if I woke Harry he was sure to want to go again. I hated him, I hated sex with him even more.
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The chilled, night time air hit me like a slap in the face as I stood on the door step of the safe house. It was early October and I could see my breath fog in front of my face. As children Ron and I would run around pretending to be Dragons. It would always end up with me in tears as Ron got a bit too rough and pushed me over into the mud or something. All around me was the beautiful emerald countryside. It was a nice location but I missed my family so much. I pulled my waxed jacket closer around my body and began to walk. I was in my own little world when I heard a pop.
"Going somewhere, Weasley?" That voice sent a shiver down my spine.
"Zabini." I shuddered.
"You know my name." He chuckled.
"Of course I do. How did you find me?" I say.
"Well correct me if I'm wrong but the wards of the house you're staying at ends about there." He says whilst pointing at a little sign post about ten feet away. They littered the moorland to let walkers know where they were in the fog.
"Shoot." I muttered to myself.
"Shoot indeed." Zabini needlessly confirmed, "now I'll give you one minute to get back behind that ward or else I will need to summon the person looking for you."
"Nobody is looking for me, you're just bluffing." I tell him.
"Oh of course I'm bluffing. Its not like any of the death eaters would want the youngest member of the most famous blood traitor families currently alive. And I suppose they wouldn't want Potter's whore either now would they?" He says to me, looking me directly in the eye. I can't keep up the eye contact so look to the floor.
"I'm not Potter's whore." I yell whilst looking at a patch of grass. At that point I can't help it, I burst into tears and try to run back. He hit a nerve and he knew it.
He grabs my arm, "if you're not his whore then why do you have sex with him?" His wavy hair falls into his eyes as it always does. His jaw clenches as he grits his teeth.
"What I do does not concern you." I say darkly as my brow frowns. A slow trail of tears still leak from the corners of my eyes.
He still has hold of my arm.
He tries to wipe a tear away but I jump back, "don't touch me." He still doesn't let go.
"You know you never did thank me for saving your life that night in the lake. Back then you almost killed yourself for him and now you're acting like he's the love of your life." His voice is soft all of a sudden.
"I never thanked you because I would be better off dead." Did I really just say that? Only when it leaves my mouth do I realise it to be the truth. He dropped my arm like I'd suddenly turned into molten lava or something.
"You ungrateful little girl." He says to me darkly as he casts a spell into the air, "now you're really going to wish you were."
Seconds after he did it his eyes widened and his mouth dropped open a little, "Go back though the wards now. I shouldn't have done that." He said as he pushed me backwards a little
"No."
"Ginny, its for your own good." He warned me, "Fuck!" He shouted into the sky before hitting a near by oak tree. He then grabbed my shoulder, "go, go, go, go." He repeated over and over.
"No. And don't ever call me Ginny" I repeated as stubborn as ever.
"Get your hands off of her." An even colder voice tells Zabini. I know this voice well too.
"Shit." He mutters to himself as his face crunches up in what looks like fear and regret.
"I don't want my prize being damaged." Malfoy says as he walks towards the pair of us.
"Of course not Draco, I was only trying to keep her from escaping." Zabini tells Malfoy.
Malfoy then walks up to as he did in the battle and looks me up and down. He nods as he does so. I being to walk backwards until I feel my back hit the old oak tree Zabini had previously punched. I don't say a word as I look into the eyes of my brother's killer but my breath quickens. This is it, I'm going to die.
"Yes, I am very happy with my prize." Malfoy says with a nod, he then comes closer to me and again touches my bright ginger hair, "I'm not sure about the hair colour though. We may have to alter that in the future"
Why would my hair colour matter if he was going to kill me anyway? And future? My future would end in about a minute.
"Don't you dare touch me Malfoy." I warn him as he makes to touch my cheek.
His eyes change, "I'll do whatever I want with you." He says through gritted teeth, malice in his eyes. He grabs my neck as he pushes me right into the tree.
"Why don't you just kill me already." I splutter out with just as much darkness in my voice.
"Kill you? Kill you?" He laughs, "Why on earth do you think I'm going to kill you?" He lets go of me.
This leaves me totally speechless as I rub my sore neck, "I – well..."
He interrupts, "what I'm going to do is so much worse." He then grabs my arm and reels off orders to Zabini who is stood a few meters away from us. I'm sure I could see him mouth 'I'm sorry' before Malfoy and I apparate away into my new future.