Harry and Ginevra

See disclaimer in chapter one.

Chapter 6 The Hogs Head

The next two weeks went by very slowly for Harry. He owled her every day. Just small talk. He didn't want to say anything that would upset her. He knew that she was fragile. He knew she would need time to adjust to the school environment, with everything that had happened last year. Not that he had any knowledge of that. She would tell him when she was ready. Saturday was approaching, and he would get to spend time with her again. He took a chance and booked a room for them at the Hogs Head. He would tell her about this only if he felt that she was ready.

On Saturday morning, Harry Apparated to Diagon Alley and on to Gringotts. He had been planning this for some time, and he was ready. Visiting his vault, he removed a small box that held his mother's engagement ring. He looked at it admiringly. It was beautiful he thought. Ginny will love it. He put the box into the pocket of his robes and returned to his flat.

After taking care of a few other tasks, he Apparated to the grounds just outside the village of Hogsmead. He walked to the Three Broomsticks and went inside to wait for her. To his surprise she was already there, sitting at a table against the back wall. She rose to greet him, giving him a hug and kisses.

"I missed you," she said.

"I missed you too. Very much."

They ordered two bottles of butterbeer, and talked for a while.

"How's things at the school." he asked.

"Ok, I guess. Everyone has been avoiding me pretty much, which I suppose is for the best. Harry, I've been thinking. I want to spend some time alone with you today. Do you think we could get a room?"

Harry looked at her with a surprised look on his face.

"I'm way ahead of you," he said. "I already booked a room for us at the Hogs Head. A bit presumptious of me I suppose. But I took a chance."

Ginny looked surprised. She smiled and said "That's my Harry. So what are we waiting for. Lets go."

Harry could feel the pressure in his groin. The anticipation was building. They walked to the Hogs Head, registered and picked up the key to room 3. The Hogs Head was probably not the nicest place around, but it was quiet and private. Nobody asked questions. Harry knew that they wound not be bothered there. They entered the room and Harry immediately put silencing charms all around.

Turning to Ginny he asked "Where is Hermione? I thought she might want to come with you."

"She did. But I told her that I need time with you alone. I said we would see her later."

"Good thinking Gin."

Harry took her and kissed her passionately. She readily returned his kisses, pushing him backwards onto the bed. She looked at him with longing eyes and said, "I want you Harry. Right now."

She quickly striped of her blouse and bra, tossing them to the floor. She bent down and with her lips locked on his she ripped off his shirt. She unbuckled his belt and in one swift move stripped him of his pants, shoes and socks. Harry was wearing the boxers with the pink hearts. Laughing, she quickly disposed of them. As he lay there totally naked, his penis sticking straight up, she slowly removed the rest of her clothes. He looked at her, biting his hand, his eyes transfixed on her.

"Merlin Gin. You are so beautiful. And so sexy. Your going to make me cum without even touching you."

She smiled and layed down on top of him. "I want you in me so much," she said.

Harry rolled over an pulled her close to him, leaving just enough room for his hand. He reached down and ran his fingers through her tight curls, accrss her mound. She was already wet with her juices running out of her. He pulled her breast into his mouth, licking and sucking while his hand ran up an down her sweet folds. He paused for a minute remembering the last time, when she stopped him. She seemed to sense this, and whispered to him.

"I want you Harry. I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel you spill your sperm into me. I want you to send me to the moon and experience you as I explode into my climax."

Harry pushed a finger into her and rubbed his thumb across her clit. Her body convulsed as he pushed another finger into her, pushing faster and faster, the palm of his hand exciting her clit more and more.

"I'm ready Harry. I need you inside me."

Harry positioned himself above her, spreading her legs further apart. He remembered that the last time they made love she was very tight and that he had difficulty entering her, so he placed his penis carefully against her opening. To his surprise he slipped right in easily. She felt different to him. She was not at all tight, but still felt great. He pumped into her slowly, then faster and faster, gradually increasing his speed. By now he thought, I should have finished. Something is different. Ginny was responding to his ministrations, lost in their coital togetherness. Faster and faster he pumped, until Ginny shouted his name.

"I'm coming Harry, I'm almost there."

With this, Harry felt himself spill into her. Long and satisfying, pulsing his juices deep into her. He felt her body shake and convulse as she reached her climax, screaming out his name. They lay in each other's arms for a long time. Harry rolled over on his side, pulling her to him. She had tears in her eyes.

"What's wrong Gin?" he asked.

Her eyes still closed she said "Nothing. I'm just so happy. That's the first time I've ever climaxed with a man."

Her mind went dark. She realized that was the wrong thing to say. Harry was frazzled. Had she just said what he thought she said? He rolled over and looked at her. She was crying for real now.

"What's going on?" he said. "What did you mean by that. What other men have you had?"

The tears were streaming down her face. "Harry. I was raped. Over and over again."

This shocked him to the core. His voice was now threatening. "What men? Who? Where? How did this happen?"

Ginny was now near hysterics. Harry had gotten up and was getting dressed.

"At the school," she said. "They raped me. They forced me."

Harry just looked at her. "Ginny, you could have done something. You could have gone to a teacher. Something. Anything."

"You don't understand Harry. The first time, they forced me into a room and stripped me, tying me to the bed. I fought them, kicking and screaming. They had a young girl with them. She was terrified. They said they would use the cruciatus curse on her if I didn't let them have me without a fight. I still refused. I yelled and screamed at them to let the girl alone. They just laughed, and hit the girl with the curse, over and over again."

"It was terrible Harry, seeing that little girl being tortured. I couldn't take it any more, so I told them to let the girl go and I would cooperate. Harry, they raped me over and over again. It was consensual, but still rape Harry. It was consensual rape, Harry. I couldn't do anything about it."

She was now near hysteria now. Her body was out of control.

"What else Ginny?" Harry was now unbelievably shattered. He raised his voice and shouted at her. "What else? How long did this go on before you did something about it? Why didn't you go to the teachers?"

"They told me if I told anyone they would torture and rape every girl in the school. I saw them torturing these girls right in front of me. I couldn't do anything about it."

" What else did they do? Why didn't you tell your parents, or your brothers?"

"The school was locked down, Harry. Nobody could even get a message out."

Harry was now pacing the floor, pounding his fists on his head. Pulling at his hair.

"Tell me what else," he said with a snarl in his voice. "What else did they do?"

"They did this to me every chance they had. For the whole year, until my parents finally pulled me out. They'd bring me into this room and tie me to the bed. Three, four at a time, they would rape me. They pushed things into my body and made fun of me. They masturbated them selves spilling their filthy cum all over me. All over my body. On my breasts, my face, into my mouth. They laughed and humiliated me."

"The fucked my arse, Harry. The would take me three at a time. It would take me days to recover. Sometimes I could hardly make it back to the dorm. And this happened over and over again. They always had a young girl close by, and made sure I heard her screaming. When my parents finally pulled me out of there I was a broken wreck."

Harry's world was shattered. He simply could not fathom this. In his state of mind he blamed Ginny for everything. He simply could not understand how all this could have happened without her being able to do something, anything. He had reached his boiling point. No, he had long since past his boiling point. He turned to her, fists clenched, his body tense.

He screamed at her, "You're a whore Ginny, you hear me. A FUCKING BLOODY WHORE! I DON'T EVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN! JUST STAY AWAY FROM ME!"

And with that he left, slamming the door behind him. Ginny collapsed on the bed.

"DON"T LEAVE ME HARRY!" she screamed.

"DON'T LEAVE ME! PLEASE!"

"Dear God, what have I done?" And she passed out.

Hermione found her sometime later, naked and barely conscious. She dressed her and got her back to the castle and up to her dorm room. Ginny was nearly catatonic, unable to speak.

"I have to bring you to the hospital ward Ginny," Hermione said to her.

Ginny sat up, yelled at her to mind her own business. "Just go away," Ginny told her. Not knowing what else to do, Hermione placed a blanket over her and left.

Harry Apparated back to London. He bought two bottles if fire whiskey, and Apparated to his flat. His brain was almost nonfunctional. He was incapable of rational thought. He was madder than he could ever remember. He kept saying to himself, how could she do this to him? What was her brain doing while all this was happening to her? She's a whore. How men has she had inside her? Fifty, seventy. Maybe more. And I was just inside her bloody filthy cunt. I need a shower. I need to wash her sent off my dick. God, and I kissed her too. How many shot their filthy cum into that mouth?

Harry could not get all this out of his mind. He opened the bottle took a swig. He didn't bother with a glass. Within half an hour he was pissed and passed out on his couch. Several hours later he rolled off the couch and barely made his way to the loo where he vomited until nothing was left to come up. Finding his way back to the couch, he finished the bottle.

For six days, he drowned himself in booze. He did not go to work. He missed his Thursday session with Dr. Freud. He ate nothing. He was a mess.

End Chapter 6.