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Errr, sorry, guys! This was a bit of a wait. But I'm sure you'll be alright.

Welll, I dunno what to say.

Ok, I'm sorry, Hana, but before I tell you guys, I want to have everyone guess.

So, in your next review, tell me what you believe my nationality to be.

P.S. – Flipinpenname, you most definitely DO NOT count! Haha.

And on with Ginny's most recent problem.

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Harry stopped, looking up at Ginny with a peaceful smile. She tugged her hand away from the edge of the bed, putting them on her lap and trying to move away from Harry. If only I had my wand…

"Hey, Gin, how are you?" The red-head looked blankly at Harry for a moment, blinking incredulously. What did he mean, how was she? He had just kidnapped her, chained her to a bed in the Shrieking Shack, and had escaped from Dumbledore's office, all in one night. And now he was staring at her sweetly, a look of placid calm about him. She was sitting next to this, this… lunatic, and she knew no one was going to appear and save her this time. Oh, what can I do, what can I do… I have to get out of here…

"Ginny, are you alright?"

"Alright?! You, the man who just broke out of Dumbledore's office, kidnapped me and chained me to this bed, and I have this utterly strange feeling you're going to beat me.." … again, thought Ginny miserably. "and you think that I'm anything close to 'alright'?!" For a moment, so swift, Ginny could barely tell if it had happened or not, she saw that same, dark look, that had pervaded his whole face, always before he beat her. Always. Before she could even blink, it was gone, but it left a trace of drawn restraint on Harry's face. Ginny felt herself shrinking back, but flinched as the shackle on her ankle chinked.

Harry looked at the shackle, then back at her face, then at her hands, which were now shaking slightly on her lap. She was still freezing, after all..

"Look, Ginny, this is all for a reason. I just wanted to.. to say I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me.. when I beat you and all of that rubbish.. I dunno what happened to me. I think someone might have cast a spell on me or something.." ((oh, p.s., Ginny's a little naïve, ok? She'd buy this kind of thing. At least in my story.)) Ginny thought for a moment, trying to bring herself to believe it. Harry.. had a spell cast on him? That made him beat and blackmail his girlfriend? It just didn't make sense… But her mind was reaching out for something concrete, something to hang on to, some sense of security she hadn't felt in a long, long time.

So she stuck to it. She was going to believe there was maybe a little good left in the world. Maybe The Boy Who Lived was actually alright, after all..

"It's… it's alright, Harry. I understand, I guess.." And there goes the Ice Queen. With a single, lying blow, Ginny is back to being the blushing, bride-to-be under Harry's watchful, careful green eyes. Too watchful… In fact, he seemed a bit enthralled at the moment, and he was starting to have a creepy glint come into his eyes.

Then he jumped up, drawing the curtains. The room was glowing softly in the candle light, but then, even the candles went out. Ginny heard a thud, then a rattle, and Harry's soft breathing next to her ear. She shivered, but not from the cold of the room. Although she couldn't see a thing, she had this strange feeling that something awful was going to happen, was happening at the moment.

Ginny heard a grunt, and she felt a weight on top of her. She felt her mind blank, and then panicked wildly, thrashing about and trying anything to get loose. Harry held her arms over her head, growling like a feral animal. She started to sob, the whole world crashing into oblivion. There was a metallic laugh near her ear, then Harry started tugging at her shirt, nearly ripping it off. Ginny screamed. She heard it echoing through out the empty, empty house..

There was cold air on her skin, sending Ginny back into reality. She could feel Harry's cold, sweaty hands all over her, and with a shudder, started thrashing half-heartedly again. It was all too much..

Just as Harry was fumbling with her pants, she heard crashing and bellowing a floor below her. Harry paused, jumping off of the bed and opening the door into the hall. There was a flash and Harry crumpled to the ground.

Before her rescuer came into view, Ginny heaved a sigh and fainted.

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When Ginny woke up again, she was in the Hospital Wing at Hogwarts, the sterile white refreshing and so… clean. Which was more than Ginny felt. She felt indescribably dirty, and she could still hear Harry's laughter, the cold air on her bare skin, Harry's clammy hands..

She shuddered, heaving a sigh, and turning on her side. She heard rustling behind the curtains that surrounded her and shuddered again, every small sound bringing back horrible, painful memories. She heard low voices, trying to strain to hear them, but instead slipped back into the semiconscious state she had been in.

Then the curtains drew back, pitching sunlight into her face and bringing her back to conciousness. It was Ron and Hermione, Madam Pomfrey hovering in the background. Somehow, she had been hoping that Draco might come.

But no, why would he? She had let Harry touch her… she was unclean, now. Who would love an unclean thing?

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Ok, so obviously Ginny is having some real problems.

That's the last you'll see of Harry, but we need to see Ginny through these hard times..

Review, lovelies!