Chapter 9

The halls were dark, and dank. The only sound was her feet against the brick, and she stared ahead of her intently, making sure that no one would see her. She was headed towards the prefect bathroom, which, sadly was at the other end of the castle. She had overcome her fear of the bathroom recently, and she felt comfortable entering it again. She could hear her own shallow breathe, coming out in short small gasps. She smiled as she neared the bathroom, thankful for the cover from the ruthless teachers who would certainly add a detention to her already filled weekend. She held a tower over her shoulder and her own shampoo. She tucked the shampoo into her pocket as she took her wand from her other pocket.

"Bubbleyuppee." She said quietly and waved her wand in the same motion. After a short moment, the door made a faint clicking noise and it opened a fraction. She pushed it open slowly and peered inside. The only light were a few flickering candles, dancing along the walls and dripping wax onto themselves.

"You'd think with all of our magic we'd learn to create non drip candles" she muttered, before pushing the door shut. She glanced around the room, it was large with dark walls. It made the candle light even more magnificent in comparison. She smiled slightly and dropped her towel into a chair close by. She began slowly removing her robes, sliding them from her frail frame. The warm air tickled her skin and she shivered in contentment. She walked over, bare, and turned the knobs. Water silently rushed into the empty tub. Bubbles grew from the surface and it glowed green. She blushed, thinking of her Slytherin Prince, and watched as the water slowly rose. It took a while, the tub being as big as an Olympic sized pool. Her eyes appraised the steaming water. She dipped her toe in and after a moment of decision she slid her entire body slowly into the water. Immediately she could feel her muscles relax and she sank low, enjoying the warmth and the comfort. She shut her eyes, spreading her arms over the ledge of the tub and bent her head back. She heard a small creaking and her eyes snapped open. She quickly glanced around the room and it was empty, as far as she could tell. Her body relaxed a bit more and she peered over at her robes. She lifted her wand from the ledge and summoned her shampoo. It flew into her hand and she set her wand down before dipping her hands into the still steaming water. She raised them, letting the water drain between her fingers and unscrewed the bottle of shampoo. She sniffed it and was delighted and greeted with the warm smell of vanilla. She poured a bit into her hands and rubbed them together, causing a lather to appear on her pale skin. The small bubbles in the soap resembled the bubbles in the water and she sighed at the green once more, but smiled at it as well. She slowly worked the lather into her long red hair, and sighed a content sigh as she massaged her scalp. She slipped beneath the soapy water and ran her hands over her head again, trying to get all the soap out, she rose out of the water to take another breath, her eyes still closed. A searing pain ran through her entire body and her eyes opened and the blood flowed freely from her forehead. Shock overwhelmed her and she gasped looking up to see Harry. His smile was menacing and he had a hold of her hair, grasping it hard.



"What are you doing?!" she demanded, trying to ignore the pain from where her head had connected with the hard edge. He snickered, pulling her out of the water and dragging her across the hard ground.

"I wanted to react our first time, doesn't that sound nice?" he asked sweetly, looming over her. She shook her head desperately and shrieked from the pain where her hair was pulling on the roots.

"No?" he asked with a fake pout, a smile pulling through. "But love, I arranged all of the beautiful bubbles and candles, so you could think of your precious little Malfoy while I screwed you." He said, in the same sickly sweet tone. He pulled her head back and she whimpered, kicking her legs. "I'm just so happy you've gotten past this silly fear of the prefect bathroom, really, I'm nothing to be afraid of." He said, his teeth pressed together hard, a smile crossing his face again.

"Please don't hurt me." She begged, kicking again. He knelt on her shins, holding her in place.

"Of course not, Ginny love. In fact, if you make this easy I might even make this okay for you. Tolerable." He laughed out loud and a tear streaked down her cheek. He reached forward and brushed it away. "Now now love, don't cry. There's nothing to be afraid of, this is sort of romantic, if you think about it." His lips swept over her throat and over her collarbone, biting hard and drawing blood ever so often. She cried harder and tried to pull his head away, but he raised his wand and tied her hands above her head, with a small smirk. She screamed but he had already silenced the room.

"Shh now, Ginny, this will all be over soon."

After her had left, she lay on the floor crying, sobbing, rocking back and forth. This had been worse than last time, oddly enough less violent, but all together worse. He had made her stare at the bubbles, made her tilt her head back and drink in the brilliant green as he took her. She cried harder as she remembered and stood up, blood running down her thighs. She hadn't been taken like that in so long, she had bled again. And perhaps it had hurt worse, after healing and opening new wounds against the old. She didn't even try washing it off. She gathered her things, slipping on her robes and clumsily made her way out of the bathroom.

On the other end of the castle, Harry was knocking lightly on the Slytherin common room door. A sleepy first year answered and saw the bloody, rustled state Harry was in and sneered, "What do you need Potter."

"Not your mouth, midget. Go get Malfoy." He said, crossing his arms. The first year raised an eye brow but decided it wasn't worth the fight and walked up the stairs tiredly. After a long few minutes, Draco stumbled down the stairs and glared angrily at Harry.



"Potter, what are you doing here, and at this hour?" he asked, seething. Harry shrugged, but a mocking smile crossed his lips.

"Well, Malfoy I'm here to inform you about your girlfriend. It seems, that your girlfriend has been in a dreadful accident." He said, looking down and trying to appear sad.

Draco's eyes gave him away, but his face turned into a sneer, "Listen Potter, Ginny's not my girlfriend, and I don't care what happens to her. Whatever you did you better go concern someone else."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I was under the impression that you cared about her wellbeing. And I never said I did anything, I said that someone has done dreadful sexual things to her in the bathroom, whether she's still there or not is a mystery." Draco's face went blank and he shut the door in Harry's face, turning away from it and staring at the opposite wall. His eyes blank, his thoughts traceless. A while after Harry had left, and the common room was silent, another knock came. Ginny sat shivering on the other end, her tears running into her mouth. She tasted the salt and was disgusted by it. Every tear had been contaminated. The door opened slowly, and she almost sighed with relief, before her face fell and she surveyed Draco.

"Draco.." she whispered. He wouldn't meet her eyes, his fists clenched at his sides. She walked forward, her arms stretched out, looking for comfort. He backed up slowly, keeping his eyes down. She dropped her arms slowly and tried to move her face in front of his. He shoved her back slightly and looked away. She stumbled back a little bit and wore a hurt expression.

"Draco what's wrong?" she asked, a new set of tears falling down her face.

"I don't want to touch you." He whispered. Her mouth fell open and a strangled sob escaped.

"Why…" she asked, moving forward again. He took another step back.

''Because, Potter told me what happened. I don't want to touch you, don't come near me again." She backed up slowly and he stared down at his feet, trying to block it all out, not to see what he was doing or what had been done. She walked out the door, crying hard and he fell into the chair, cradling his head in his hands.