Author's Note: This drabble was originally peppered with music lyrics not in the public domain, so I have lovingly butchered them into made-up songs. You're so very welcome.

This drabble won Mod's Choice for this round.

Challenge #2 - Horror
Prompt: In honour of Halloween, write a drabble inspired by the Horror film genre. You can pick a specific movie or just be inspired by the genre as a whole.
Word Count: 100-499 words.

Hell Hath No Fury

"And I can't think of where she would stay, my little stray –"

The kitchen wireless was blue and grey, which Ginny really loved. She was ironing. She'd been home for a while now, getting used to the idea that she wasn't to strain herself now that she was pregnant. Ironing helped take her mind off things, helped her not worry about stretch-marks and how many times she needed to have her dress fitted and what sort of foods she should be having.

Draco hated it just as much as she did.

Not the fact that they were going to have a baby – no, he rather liked that – but all the things that came with. He was surprisingly gallant; carrying things for her, insisting she take time off work and what not. Ginny really, really hated him for it. This morning, she'd tossed the newest set of dishes he got her just yesterday at his head. The radio crackled. Ginny looked up, waddling over to it carefully and twisting the knobs.

"A stray-stray-stray-stray – if I can't dream about you, I can't hold them – such a horrible sound, bang bang –"

Ginny smacked her hand flatly on the wireless when the knob turning didn't help, but it was stuck and kept repeating "I used to kill you –"

And then suddenly, someone was standing next to her.

"Move," the person said, and Ginny froze, wondering why she wasn't doing what he was saying and why she wasn't more scared of the cold metal against her throat.

"Bang," the person repeated and Ginny made to turn her head towards him. Keys turned the lock on the front door and then Draco was calling out for her. Before she knew it, there was a sharp bang and she was bleeding – that was strange, wasn't it, she shouldn't be bleeding just yet – and then everything faded to black.

Draco heard the bang and hurried in, wand drawn. The stranger turned to him, a manic glint in his eye, blood all over his face. "I knew I'd find you," Harry Potter said, laughing.

"You know, I really, really don't like to share," and then fired the gun in his hands.