Disclaimer: My little dudes and dudettes and everyone in between, if I owned the Harry Potter books and movie rights, Goblet of Fire wouldn't have bombed so bad.

Authors Note: I just joined the I Hate Potter wagon; I'll be waiting for new members at the end of this chapter. Huge thanks for Nikki – lozerz r is – for helping me write this chapter and to Dogma for giving me a tip on making it longer than originally planned.

My heart goes out to all my patient readers and reviewers.

Chapter Four: A Desperate Act

I didn't know what to do as she walked away with Malfoy. For once, I didn't know how to react.

Ron and Hermione were looking at me expectantly, waiting for me to react, for me to say something, but nothing came to mind.

"Come on, mate, let's go back to the Common—"

I looked at Ron as he stopped talking, wondering why he was looking at me strangely.

"Harry," Hermione said as she stepped closer, putting her hand gently on my shoulder. "Are you alright?"

I don't know why I had chosen Ginny as the girl I was destined to spend my life, when Hermione looked the way she did. Her bushy hair was tamed down to soft curls and her curves looked like they belonged to an adult star.

"Yeah, everything is fine, let's just head back up and wait for her,"

But Hermione has always been to smart for me and I know she wouldn't put up with me.

Hermione turned back and glanced at Ron who was still looking at me strangely… maybe he's figured it out, but no, he's not that smart and I've been careful.

"Yeah, I am,"

On our way back up, I thought about everything that had happen in the stair case, about how she acted and went with Malfoy, about what they might be doing wherever he took her.

"Bloody bitch," I regretted those words as soon as I thought them.

"Harry, are you talking to yourself," My dear sweet Hermione, always worrying about me.

Might as well try to laugh this off…

"Of course not,"

"Than who were you talking to or better yet, about?" Ron's eyes were flashing in anger. You don't think it's possible that he knows about Gin – nah, I doubt it.

Ok, calm down; take deep breaths before you give yourself a migraine…

…..

This is not working. Stop thinking and start talking.

"No one in particular, just stubbed my toe on the bloody staircase,"

Hermione giggled and turned around and continue up the stairs, Ron on the other hand still looked at me like I was a stranger, but in a way, the real me is to him.

This wouldn't have happened if Ginny wouldn't have start acting so gracefully over the last few months, like she finally had gotten over whatever black cloud hanged over her.

I hate her. I hate her for making me want her. If it wasn't for her perfectly curved body—

No, forget that, her figure is gone. She lost it ages ago, about a month before the first beating.

Ah, fuck, I got myself excited. I just had to think of manipulating her, ravishing her, hurting her…

Damn it, stop thinking about her like that and think about getting her back.

Damn, this is difficult; I shouldn't be thinking this hard. Just wait until I get her back, she will pay. She will suffer; I just need to think of a way, something that will make everyone, but her, happy.

DGDGDGDGDGDGDGDGDGDGDG

"Harry! To what do we owe this pleasure?"

Aren't you going to ask me in, you stupid git? It's a wonder how you're the Minister of Magic.

"Actually, Mr. Weasley, it's about your daughter." Don't you just love the way some people's faces turns several shades of gray with a few simple words?

"Arthur, who's at the door?" Your mother is here.

"It's me, Mrs. Weasley," time to flash my mega watt smile.

"Arthur, let him in. Goodness Harry, is anything the matter?"

"Nothing, really. It's just that…" pause for effect, smile, continue, "I actually wanted to ask you something," and now to look dishearten.

Mr. Weasley moved up to where I was standing, invading my personal space, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"Harry, there isn't anything wrong with Ron, is there?" Jeez, give my shoulder a break.

"No, Ron is fine," like a give a damn.

"Oh, then what is it?" Will you cool it? I'm getting there!

"I wanted to ask if you knew about Ginny."

"What happened to my little girl?" Look how worried he's getting over that stupid whore.

"I think she's in trouble," so his wrinkles get even deeper? Who'd have known?

"Harry, tell me what happened to Ginny!" Jeeze, I'm getting there! Calm yourself.

"Lately she's been hanging around Malfoy, and I think he's…" turn away, like I can't go on. There, that'll fool 'em. Great big sigh, and: "I think he's abusing her."

I open my eyes and they're all staring at me. Did I stutter?

"I know it's hard to believe. I couldn't understand it myself, at first. But the signs are all there. Lately, she seems to be avoiding me… I just don't know what to do, Mr. Weasley."

He turns around and shakes his head. "It can't be true. I mean, my little girl…"

Great. Time to comfort him. "Is there any way we can help her?" There, how do you like my hand on your shoulder? How do you feel about me taking up your space?

"I… I don't know," yea, that's what I figured. You never know anything, do you.

"I did think of one way, but I don't know." Now to act unsure of myself. Quacks like him always fall for innocence.

"Now's not the time to be shy, my boy," I'm not your boy.

"I think I could help Ginny if… If I could have her hand in marriage."

A/N: So, what will the Weasleys say to Harry's proposal? Does Ron know about Harry's alter ego?

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