AN- Set after all the books, partial AU
Disclaimer- I own nothing except the plot.

Warning- Extreme language and content.

~Overprotective Abandonment~

Ginny growled into her pillow as someone knocked once more on her bedroom door. They had pulled her out of a very intense dream, one that plagued her dreams every night for the past three years. They were memories, memories of him. Of the one man she had ever loved, and the one she could never have.

Ginny threw the laughing cow across the room and watched it shatter. It came in the post that morning from Fred and George, and at first she thought it was cute. But an hour ago it started laughing and mooing so loud that everyone in her dorm left cursing her for keeping them up. She tried everything, every spell, but nothing worked. So she threw it and smiled as it shattered against the stone and became silent. Sighing, she walked to the window and leaned her head against the glass with closed eyes, trying to let the chill calm her and get rid of her headache.

She took a deep breath and started to walk away when she froze. Upon opening her eyes she saw a form outside in the downpour. She saw the bright white school shirt, and then the silver blonde hair.

"Malfoy, what the hell?" She frowned as she opened the window to get a better look. He was lying on his side, curled up in a ball, and even from that far away she could see him shivering. Without another thought she ran from the room and through the halls with everyone staring at her in shock. It was after curfew, where the hell was she going?

She tried hard to lose the "golden trio" who had followed her out of the common room. She heard Filch and Snape in the hall she had just vacated and smiled, they had been caught. And she was free while they were escorted back to Gryffindor tower. Thanking her good luck, she flung open the front entrance and slipped out. She waved her wand and the rain rolled off her, leaving her dry as she ran down towards the lake. When she came closer to the body she sighed and knelt in front of him.

He looked at her with his cool gray eyes but they were glazed, as if he was somewhere else while his body suffered. She didn't know why but she suddenly felt protective of him, like it was up to her to take care of him. At that moment he was hers, and she would do anything and everything to make sure he was alright.

"Weasley…" his eyes were no longer glazed but looking at her curiously. She put her fingers to his lips and leaned closer.

"Shush Malfoy, I'm here." She cooed as she waved her wand so he was feather light. Carefully she pulled him to her, wrapped him in her cloak, and ran to the castle. She had wanted to hold him, to let him know that she was there, that she would take care of him. To let him feel her warmth and know that he was not alone. At that moment she realized that he was no longer hers, but that she was his through and through. She would not follow him, he was with Voldemort, but she would do what she could for him while he was just Draco Malfoy; not a deatheater. And as she ran up the steps she tried not to cry, she realized why she was his, why she was able to push away the fact that he was a deatheater; her enemy. She loved him.

Madam Pomfrey wasn't there when she put Draco down on an empty bed. Realizing that she must have been called away, Ginny looked at her ward and took a deep breath, pushing her feelings aside and walked to him.

"Weasley…" his voice held no malice and it sent shivers through her, but she shook her head and focused.

"Shush Malfoy, you need to relax. You have a fever and I need to get it down." She said soothingly and he stopped talking. He merely stared at her, shivering as she stripped off his wet clothes. She ignored his intense eyes and tried not to react to seeing his naked body.

He was gorgeous, that was sure, but the scars that covered his body made her want to cry. Some were old; others were only a few months old and Ginny's mind screamed to kill whoever had done this to him. When her eyes scanned the dark mark on his left arm she sighed and pushed those feelings away, remembering that he was the enemy.

He grabbed her hand when she went to take off his boxers.

"It's alright Malfoy," she said softly, her brown eyes warm as she looked at him. "I will tell no one, and I won't judge. I've grown up with six brothers remember. You won't get a squeal or laugh out of me." She smiled at him and he let go.

She gently pulled off his soaked boxers, trying to ignore the fact that he was well endowed, and dried him off with her wand before pulling up the blankets and tucking him in. She placed a hand on his forehead and frowned at how hot he was. She grumbled softly and walked away pulling the curtains around him. She tried to focus, to ignore the fact that Draco Malfoy (she wouldn't let herself call him just by his first name) was lying naked in the hospital bed and that the mere sight of him made her blush and think rather naughty things.

She opened the cupboards filled with Madam Pomfrey's potions and found the two she was looking for. She quietly poured the right amount into a clean cup and carried it over to Malfoy.

"This will help you to sleep and hopefully help break your fever. I promise I'll put pajamas on you so no one else sees you." He nodded and she walked closer, lifting his head on her arm and tilting him up to help him drink the potion. She ignored the shivers running through her and hoped he could not see her blush. She breathed in and her head swam when his smell entered her nostrils. He smelled like the forest, wild and lush, and she loved it.

He fell asleep immediately and she carefully laid him back down before cleaning up the water they had trailed into the hospital ward. She smirked and ran down to the Slytherin common room. She had learned the password from watching and listening as she followed the slytherins and those she knew were children of deatheaters. "Know thy self, know thy enemy. A thousand battles, a thousand victories." She had grown up reading the words of Chinese muggle SunTzu, a general who fought in 500 BC. She lived by them, knowing that if anyone was going to teach her about war it would be him. No one else thought her strong enough, able to fight; even after last year in the department of mysteries.

"Let your plans be dark and as impenetrable as night, and when you move, fall like a thunderbolt." With that final thought she snuck into his dorm, smiling at the sleeping forms of his "bodyguards" but forced herself to do nothing as she walked quietly over to Malfoy's trunk and pulled out a pair of silky green pajamas. She knew he would like them over the hospital garb and she didn't blame them, the silk felt so soft and cool…

There was another knock, louder this time, and she let loose a few curses as she looked up at her alarm clock. She hissed as she got out of her nice warm bed. She stretched and looked at her floor length mirror. She was quite beautiful; she wouldn't ever admit it though. Her hair, which was pulled back into a French braid, was a gorgeous shade of crimson red, instead of her family's ginger. She spent less and less time in the sun during the years, causing her hair to become darker. It complimented her creamy white skin and made her honey colored eyes pop out beautifully. Even her freckles, which she had once hated, seemed to look cute as she aged; and some even faded as she kept herself confined to her room while not at work. It was easy to stay out of the sun working at Madam Malkin's; the woman never liked windows, "too public" she had once said. Ginny's body became very well filled out over the years. She had very womanly curves, now enhanced by her form fitting grey sweats and small green shirt that showed her toned stomach. All those evenings playing Quidditch with the twins and running through the woods kept her fit but was also a very good stress reliever as she kept having to remind Harry that she did not like him anymore, she had never really loved him. And he had become very scary over the years. His eyes darkened and he scowled more, but she ignored it all. She had tried to be nice, to be understanding, but he was making it so hard. She was done, and made sure to be completely bitchy to him, hoping he'd learn to hate her and finally leave her alone.

She turned from her reflection and opened her door, looking into a pair of bright green eyes. "Harry? What the hell do you want at 4 in the morning? Some people have to work you know." She hissed, ready to slam the door in his face. His eyes narrowed and he pushed past her into her room.

"Harry what the fuck!" Her eyes were glowing with fury, how dare he walk in here like he fucking owns the place! Her mind screamed as she debated whether to scream, punch him or go to the twins' room till everyone woke up.

"We need to talk." It sounded like an order and his voice was unusually gruff. He didn't look at her and sat down on her bed. Ginny growled and walked to stand in front of him, leaving the door wide open, her arms across her chest as she looked down at him. If she had ever looked at her brothers that way they would have left the room for fear of their life, but he ignored the look as his eyes roamed her body.

"What do you want?" She grabbed her thick pink robe and put it on, wrapping it tightly closed so he couldn't see her body. "What the fuck Ginny." He seemed to growl. His eyes filled with an anger that sent chills down her spine, and a hunger that disturbed her far more than she thought possible.

"Get. Out. Now." She turned to walk towards the door but then suddenly his strong arms were around her as the door slammed closed and he locked it before tossing his wand beside hers. He hit her hard across the face and pushed her back onto her bed, her robe being torn from around her body. Her head throbbed and she couldn't focus as tears blurred her vision.

"You are mine Ginny. You always were." His hissed in her ear before he bit down on her neck, muffling her scream with one hand while the other held her hands above her head. She felt something hard grinding into her thigh, and she bit his hand hard enough to draw blood.

"Fuck." He hit her hard and let her go. She rolled over, trying to reach for her wand but he pulled her back so her legs were over the bed and she felt him press his lust for her against her. She would NOT be taken like an animal, she growled as he bent over her; his chest against her back as he grabbed her arse. She slammed her head back and felt something crack. She grabbed her wand as he backed away from her, his hand craddleing his bleeding nose.

"Fuck Ginny!" There was a bang on the door and Harry's eyes went wide and he began to hell.

"Ginny stop! Stop it Ginny! It's Harry! He can't hurt you! FUCK GINNY!!" He threw himself back against her mirror and she heard it shatter before the door was thrown open and her family ran in. They stopped and looked at the scene with wide eyes. Ginny sat on her bed breathing hard and looking frazzled, pointing her wand at Harry who was on the ground, surrounded by glass, and holding his broken nose with blood on his hands. He suddenly jumped up and walked over to Ron who was standing in the front.

"She's fucking nutters Ron. She was having a fit in her sleep yelling for Tom to stop and then she cursed me when I woke her. She almost crucio'd me!"

"That's a lie." Ginny hissed, harly able to speak through her fury. "He tried to rape me!"

"I'm not Tom, Ginny." Harry walked towards her with his arm out as if trying to calm a visious dog. "I wouldn't hurt you." He reached out to her and she jumped up.

"Don't touch me!" She shrieked, pointing her wand at him. She looked up at Ron and her heart fell; there was pity etched onto his face. Her mother was crying into her father's arms. Percy seemed to look at her like a damaged little girl. Fred and George couldn't be seen behind them but she could onlyguess what they were thinking. She stared at them in disbelief.

"He comes in my room, tells me that I'm his, hits me and tries you rape me and you all…" She didn't finish as anger rose to Ron's face. But it was aimed at her as he patted Harry on his shoulder as if to say 'I'm sorry. She needs help' before turning to look at the rest of their family.

"I can't believe you!" Ginny screamed, tears pouring down her face as the air around her seemed to become thicker, making it hard to breath.

"Ginny…" Ron looked back at her but stopped talking when he saw her wand pointed at him.

"I wasn't sleeping. Harry attacked me. And if you are going to stand there defending him then you are no longer my family." And with that Ginny grabbed her broom from the corner and shot out her window into the night. She forced herself to focus, but the realization of what happened came crashing down around her. Her overprotective family deserted her for her attacker, Harry Potter. After years of them sheltering her and making big deals out of nothing, they abandoned her when she actually needed them.

"Well what do you expect." She snapped at herself. "He's Harry fucking Potter! Their 7th son and wizarding hero! They've always loved him more."

"Ginny!" She spun around quickly to see Harry flying towards her. He stoped a few yards away and looked at her. She noticed that his nose had been fixed but the blood was still there.

"Ginny, you've hurt your family. They want you to come home; I want you to come home. You are making a big deal over nothing. They sent me to bring you home." He pleaded as if she was the one who was wrong, as if he did nothing, and this made her see red.

"They sent you? After what happened they sent you!?" She began to shake as the fury filled her. How could they do that? Did they not listen? Even if it had been her fault, why the hell would they send the one she said attacked her? Did they really not care?

"Ginny?" He held out one hand, his eyes pleading, but she saw his other hand slowly pulling out his wand.

Suddenly she dived into the forest, praying that she could lose him there as she heard him curse and there was a crack as the spell hit a tree beside her. He was following her, she could hear him, and she was grateful that she was a better flyer than him. No one had realized this until a year ago, no matter what broom he had, her maneuvers were much better. She ducked and dodged, turned and circled around the trees trying to lose him. Then suddenly he yelled and pain shot through her. She felt like her insides were being pulled apart and were on fire as blood poured from her mouth. She began to weaken, darkness closed in and she fell. She hit the surface of the cold rushing river before slipping under the surface by the current and passed out.

Harry tried to find her, but she was gone. He growled to himself but then focused on what to do to keep himself out of Azkaban for this. He started shooting off spells left and right, any that came to mind, and ended them with searching spells and locator spells. He would look innocent when they performed the Prior Incantato. He would still be a hero. And with that final thought he grabbed her broom and headed back towards the burrow with tears streaming down his face.

Reference: "The Art of War" by Sun Tzu

Hey guys, I know you probably won't like what happened to the boy hero but sometimes war changes you for the worst as it did for Harry in this story. Ginevra's rejection only fuels this and he becomes obsessed with her. Review and let me know what you think.

To those who reviewed: Thank you! This was supposed to be a one shot and then it grew to something more. Now it just won't go away lol. Now, let's see if Ginevra lives or not in the next chapter…