Transfiguration seemed to breeze by, drawing Ginny closer and closer to the time when she would find out who Harry really was. It frightened her; to see her hopes of Harry defeating Voldemort gone, to see how violent and evil he could be. There was no way she could make everyone happy in this situation. Why did Harry want to go out with her so badly, anyway? It's not as if Ginny Weasley was the prettiest girl in school, or the most popular, or.. anything interesting, really. Just a short little red head with a mind of her own.

By the time she had reached the Great Hall, Ginny had cast herself into a frightened, pensive mood, avoiding Ron and Hermione as much as possible. She hadn't seen Harry yet; which was a relief, mostly. But she couldn't help but wonder where he was lurking.

Ginny soon found out. Dinner passed without a comment to anyone, and the whole hall seemed in a bit of a somber mood. Ginny soon ducked out, trying to escape the impending doom that seemed to follow her everywhere. She headed quickly back through the empty halls, dodging into the Common Room and taking a quick, deep breath. It caught in her throat as she saw Harry, who was sitting moodily by the fire. He stood up slowly, turning towards her with dark, hateful eyes. Ginny backed up slowly, looking for escape. She felt towards the back of the portrait, hoping to maybe escape back towards the Great Hall. He pounced forward, grabbing her arm in a vice like grip.

No escaping it now, Ginny Weasley.

"WHY were you with MALFOY AGAIN!" He was shouting, and Ginny was sure she could hear the Fat Lady murmuring quietly.

"I.. I wasn't, Harry, I swear. You just came in at a bad time.."

"A BAD TIME! BLOODY… GINNY, I CANT BELIEVE YOU WOULD DO THIS TO ME!" He couldn't believe she would do this to him? And what about what he was doing to her? To everyone? Wasn't that bad enough?

"Harry.. I'm sorry.." His complexion darkened and he gave her a harsh slap, making her sway on her feet. She could feel her cheek stinging, but resisted the urge to lift her hand to it. Maybe he would come to his senses..

But instead of doing that, he grew even more malicious. Cursing, he started punching Ginny in the face, the arms… She slid to the floor, her cheeks wet with tears, and a sudden, growing roar outside of the portrait hole announced the coming of the students. Harry stalked off, leaving Ginny sobbing on the floor. Ginny soon got up and flew out of the common room, still sobbing, weaving through the cold stone halls in search of an answer to all of this madness.

Going nowhere in particular, she suddenly found herself right back where she had started; The Great Hall. She turned away, smacking right into Blaise Zabini. He was about to turn away in disgust when he caught sight of Ginny's bruised arms and face.

"Ginny… are you alright?" The simple sentence that Ginny had somewhat been longing for caused her to burst into sobs. She ran past him, running into an empty classroom and collapsing next to the wall. She heard Blaise come in quietly, and he sat down next to her, putting an arm around her rather uncomfortably.

"What happened?" He asked, after Ginny had settled down a bit. Her eyes were all red and puffy, and she knew she didn't exactly look like royalty, but she was so glad for the company that she didn't mind how she looked.

"I.. I cant tell you, Blaise." She took a deep, shuddering breath, wiping her face on her sleeve with a watery smile. Blaise had a worried look on his face, his act of being cold and distant completely vanished by Ginny's distraught figure.

"It's alright, love. Was it… Harry?" When she didn't answer, his brows knit together, piecing the whole situation.

"Does he hurt you, Ginny? Is that why you went out with him?" She couldn't answer. She couldn't tell him. She knew that, being Blaise, he would probably sneak around and figure it out, but there was nothing she could do about that.

"Ginny!" He shook her shoulders gently. "You've got to tell me! Is Harry doing this?"

She sighed gently, standing up.

"Blaise… please, you cant tell anyone. You don't understand.. He'd hurt all of us.. You, Emmy…. Draco.." She said Draco's name softly, but even still it brought sharp jabs of pain in her chest. Then she left, going to her dormitory and looking up a spell to hide her bruises.

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Heyyy, mates. Sorry this one is rather.. short. Don't worry, I do have a purpose to all of this. Harry's such a git, isn't he? Lurvee you all!