Chapter 7

Harry woke early next morning, wrapped in a sleeping bag on the drawing room floor. A chink of sky was visible between the heavy curtains. It was the cool, clear blue of watered ink, somewhere between night and dawn, and everything was quiet except for Ron and Hermione's slow, deep breathing. Harry glanced over at the dark shapes they made on the floor beside him. Ron had had a fit of gallantry and insisted that Hermione sleep on the cushions from the sofa, so that her silhouette was raised above his. Her arm curved to the floor, her fingers inches from Ron's. Harry wondered whether they had fallen asleep holding hands. The idea made him feel strangely lonely.

He looked up at the shadowy ceiling, the cobwebbed chandelier. Less than twenty-four house ago, he had been standing in the sunlight at the entrance to the marquee, waiting to show in wedding guests. It seemed a lifetime away. What was going to happen now? He lay on the floor and he thought of the Horcruxes, of the daunting complex mission Dumbledore had left him... Dumbledore...

The grief that had possessed him since Dumbledore's death felt different now. The accusations he had heard from Muriel at the wedding seemed to have nested in his brain like diseased things, infecting his memories of the wizard he had idolized. Could Dumbledore have let such things happen? Had he been like Dudley, content to watch neglect and abuse as long as it did not affect him? Could he have turned his back on a sister who was being imprisoned and hidden?

Harry thought of Godric's Hollow, of graves Dumbledore had never mentioned there; he thought of mysterious objects left without explanation in Dumbledore's will, and resentment swelled in the darkness. Why hadn't Dumbledore told him? Why hadn't he explained? Had Dumbledore actually cared about Harry at all? Or had Harry been nothing more than a tool to be polished and honed, but not trusted, never confided in?

Strangely as August wore on, the square of unkempt grass in the middle of Grimmauld Place shriveled in the sun until it was brittle and brown. The inhabitants of number twelve were never seen by anyone in the surrounding houses, and nor was number twelve itself. The Muggles who lived in Grimmauld Place had long since accepted the amusing mistake in the numbering that had caused number eleven to sit beside number thirteen.

Harry missed Ginny. He knew where the loneliness was emanating form he simply could not take Ginny's absence. Yet he knew he could not risk letting the world know of how desperately he loved Ginny. As he said it, a vivid picture formed in Harry's mind of Ginny in a white dress, marrying a tall, faceless, and unpleasant stranger. Harry hooped that this would not come true. Grimmauld Place was centre of activity. All Harry did when not thinking of Horcruxes or discussing with Ron and Hermione how to destroy them was to think about Ginny. He wondered where she was now. How she was doing and whether she had forgiven him for leaving her to her own in the wedding. As bad he had been feeling about it he felt happy that Ginny was safe wherever she was. Ginny might not be too happy with the situation in hand as she was very action oriented and did not mind fighting risking herself. Harry however could not let her risk her life for all he had. No. Ginny would not be happy but he knew she could get over him. He wanted her to love him, but for her happiness sake he wanted her to get over him. Ginny had given Harry another reason to fight for. Her! Harry would fight for her! ******************************************

Fifteen days since Harry had left Ginny realized. Fifteen whole days had passed. The only effort to contact them was made by her father after they had left the Burrow safely. The message had insisted that they don't reply. The only news that had been heard was that two young Wizards and a witch had been found on Tottenham Court Road. They were suspected to be Undesirable Number One and his friends. How fascinating Ginny thought! Harry had after all had been the chosen one and the world's only hope against Voldemort and his evil plans and actions and barely twenty four hours later he had been declared Undesirable Number One by the Ministry of Magic. The contradiction was strong enough to be understood by anyone of average intelligence. Voldemort was back and there was absolutely no denying that. Ginny packed her trunk and put her clothes in order. Suddenly Jack came into the room. Ginny and Jack had been together for the past one month and although Ginny could have sworn that Jack and she were just friends Jack thought anything but that. And that she did not like that strange compulsion had been there towards him. Yes it was true that Ginny had shared a kiss with him on their first day together nothing intimate had happened between them. Jack Fawcett was eighteen and was relieved that he would not be going to Hogwarts. He had finished school the previous year and had been a Ravenclaw that many had not taken too much note. He had a fair reputation of being a Casanova because of his looks and smartness; many a witch had been bewitched by Fawcett. However Jack had real eyes only on Ginny. Ginny had seen Harry as silver lining in her life as it bonded them even when they were apart. Technically Ginny new they were no longer together and so accepting Jack Fawcett as her boyfriend was not cheating in anyway, but she hated the idea. She did not know what made her think of that even. There was something wrong about Jack Fawcett and she knew it. Jack walked unto Ginny as she stared back at him. It would take a lot more than Voldemort to break her love for Harry and she had decided to end the expecting relationship with Jack. She had decided that she could not fall for Jack Fawcett simply because she could not fall for him. It was asking too much from her. She did not do it bluntly as she had gone close to Jack (or she thought so, it was the Imperious in reality) and she did want to hurt him badly. She cursed herself for kissing him in that situation as that was what had started this not going anywhere relationship. Jack had long realized that this relationship was static but he was sensitive enough not to force himself on her. After all Jack thought she had to get over that overzealous Git Potter. Then he could release her from the Imperious but Jack felt that the curse made him more powerful. Excessively famous as he was he had a large blown up head and always loved playing Hero. Potter had taken away Ginny from him once and there was no way he would again. He would ensure that she fell in love with him and hoped Potter gets killed by You Know Who so that he is the only choice for her. Once he had married her he would research ways to get rid of You Know Who and become famous. And even if You Know Who was alive what was the danger to him. He was a Pureblood and so was Ginny and thus would their children thereby making sure that he is safe. They could move out and be safe from The Dark Lord's ways. Even though he was a Ravenclaw his Slytherin traits were to be marveled at.

He crossed over the bed went near Ginny and he embraced her warmly. Even though there was no response from Ginny he softly whispered into her ears, "Ginny, You are the silver lining I've been looking for."

He quietly fondled her as Ginny stood frozen. She showed no signs of protest but she was not comfortable. Ginny was lost in her thoughts. Jack could not wait as he seized his opportunity and pulled of her jacket. He kissed hers softly on her pink lips and moaned into her mouth. He forced his tongue in her mouth and Ginny still did not lose her trance. She was just looking blank. Jack began to undress her top slowly. He unzipped his shirt and buried his face into her neck. Ginny was suddenly coming back to her surroundings Jack had already ripped her clothes along with his and pushed her onto the bed. Jack was buried into Ginny and it was blissful oblivion better than firewhisky; she was the only real thing in the world, Ginny, the feel of her, one hand at her back and one in her long, sweet-smelling hair and Ginny pushed him off. She had successfully thrown of the Imperious that had kept her imprisoned for the time. She had realized Jack had done the unbearable. He had taken advantage of her as she was lost in her thoughts and he had undressed her completely. Ginny did not think about anything she was furious and she reached for her wand and muttered,

"Battyboogers".

Bats flew out of Jack Fawcett's nose and Ginny quickly dressed herself and saw as poor Jack Fawcett looked at her trying to fight off the attacking bats not knowing what to do. Ginny looked at him and screamed, "Jack F**king Fawcett, you are bloody f**king lucky and therefore please thank your stars that my parents have taken your responsibility till we somehow trace your bloody goddamn family, if you so as come near me again you will regret it and yes get this fixed by yourself before I take things in my own hands! Clean my room and don't you ever as much as set foot near me if you value yourself and yes I bloody F**king mean it so get the shit out of here and clean before you are cursed into becoming a damn pimp with gay men using your sick excuse for dick for sucking! You get that!"

Jack Fawcett was stunned. He had heard choosy language through his day but Ginny had given him too much of a dose to digest. He wondered where and how could she have said and behaved like this! She couldn't have thrown of the Imperious! Hell NO! He tried getting rid of the bogies and looked at Ginny apologetically.

"Ginny I am very sorry. I mean I thought we were together and…!"

"WHO IN THE NAME OF MERLIN'S STINKIEST UNDERWEAR TOLD YOU THAT WE ARE TOGETHER?" Bellowed Ginny

Jack was now truly in a loss for words. They had kissed each other just a few days ago and so he had assumed a lot of things. Though every time he conveniently forgot that he had her in his control. It was not his fault. She had not protested when he undressed her. She was in a trance and how was he supposed to know? Now she had been accusing him of raping her! Crazy! He thought. She was under the imperious. He realized where this was heading.

"Gin, you know when I started you did not give me any signal to stop so how was I supposed to know?"He asked slowly.

"First of all Jack Fawcett, I don't remember giving you permission to enter my room when you want and to touch me according to your fancies!"Replied Ginny scowling, as she continued to glare at him.

"All right! I am really sorry OK!" he told her in tired fashion.

Ginny though was clearly not convinced.

She looked at him and told him firmly in a decisive sort of way, "I am not interested in your apology"

Jack was clearly taken aback. First of all she had somehow managed to overthrow the Imperious and now this? He had expected the sort of stubborn behavior he got from Ginny but had expected her to eventually understand and forgive him. He was now losing his cool. He glared at Ginny and drew his wand out. If she had thought he was a whimsy wizard afraid to do anything to defend himself she was wrong. Extremely wrong! Yes he was not excessively brave and foolishly chivalrous like Potter and Ronald Weasley or not stupid enough to do what your friends want like that Granger girl. He had been offended. By a witch, whom he wanted to have relationship with nonetheless. If they were to have a relationship they had to have some clear rules made and that would be better started now. He pointed his wand at her neck and told Ginny, "Now Ginny, you will listen! I have taken enough! You cannot offend me like I am whimsy or something, you het that! Do you", he asserted, "In this relationship I am the wizard and thus you are subject to my rules! I know if Potter comes here, you will willingly strip and exhibit yourself and pretty easily sleep with him! You maybe Potter's whore but you are lucky that a decent such as I took interest in you little whore. So whore me now! Bitch that you are I may take your bad words but I will not take you not pleasing me. As a witch in relationship with me you will use your whore skills which that arse Potter has taught you! You can't run to the fool even if you want to bitch so please me and you be let go equally with dignity!"

Ginny heard his little speech patiently. The idiot did not know what had hit him. He had touched a sensitive area. As to calling her a whore Ginny did not like it but could take it in her stride but No! This fool had abused Harry and compared him to a brothel owner. That was more than what Ginny take.

She looked at him in the eye and said, "I don't know or care how you have come to the conclusion that we are in a relationship! And even if that is true it gives you no right or authority over me. AND FAWCETT, YES! I WILL STRIP AND SLEEP WITH HARRY AND I WILL STILL NOT BE WHORE AS YOU VILELY CALLED ME. I WILL RUN TO HARRY AND YOU CANNOT DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT! GET THAT! HARRY CANNOT BE COMPARED TO A CHEAP MAN LIKE YOU FAWCETT AND I STILL DON'T KNOW WHY I EVEN CONCEDED THAT YOU ARE MY FRIEND! HARRY IS A GRACEFUL MAN WHOM I RESPECT AND LOVE AND I WILL DO JUST ABOUT WHATEVER I WANT AND THAT IS NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!" She finished. She punched his face as hard as she could and Fawcett's face swelled like a balloon and Ginny turned to go and as she turned she drew her wand and said, "Zigitos". Fawcett uncontrollably started spitting slugs from his stomach. His face was swollen so badly that he could not see. Ginny stormed out of the room slamming the door behind her. And all Jack Fawcett thought was that she was going to pay for this and very soon.

A/N

Hey guys! Sorry for the delay in the update! I got my result and surprised myself with 85 %. So I guess I had to define Jack's role so I thought of making it a dramatic wake up! Credit again for a few lines to DH. Tell how the chapter is and please review guys or I won't post! See there isn't much rewritten but I have given you to understand why Ginny was behaving like she was! She was Imperioused and she doesnt throw it off being emotionally weakened. Now stronger Fawcett's foolishness triggers her stronger body into overthrowing the curse!