If one word could describe Ginny's current situation it would be this:
Pain.
Sheer, mind splitting pain.
The sort of pain that makes you wish it would just kill you already.
The kind of pain that makes you think - whatever I must have done to
deserve this must have been bloody awful.
You get the picture? We're talking
Pure Pain.
She would have liked to have been unconscious at this point, but she was, instead, sitting hunched against the far corner of the wall, the cold stone pressed against her back through her torn robe. She squinted through a swollen eye at a shadowy figure lumbering towards her. Thankfully, she couldn't see any sharp or heavy objects in his fat, clumsy hands - which, it so happened, were capable of punching through a chair with ease. The other one - Crabbe or Goyle she didn't know - was busying himself cleaning Ginny's blood off the floor for the arrival of Lucius Malfoy. Ginny wanted to move her legs, but couldn't even feel them anymore, so she settled with glaring at her attacker. Pitiful, she knew but there wasn't much else she could do.
"Now, girl, this is where the real fun comes in! See, I bin admirin' that pretty li'l face o' your all night.so I was finking now there's a revelation, Ginny thought, bitterly dat.dat.you know.an' don' worry - Goyle won't bovver us!" He grinned nastily, and stroked her sweat-drenched hair in what Ginny could only presume the ugly monster in front of her thought was a sexy gesture. What? Ginny thought, like a Goyle interruption was at the top of my List of Worries, which, by the way, was growing increasingly large. Wincing for what must have been the 1000th time that day, Ginny closed her eyes and hoped beyond all hope that she would open her eyes and be looking into Draco's amazingly pale and sculpted face, instead of the pig-faced Crabbe. Ginny was so busy hoping that she didn't realise what she had finally admitted to herself.
********************** "Oh father, is that the best you can do? You're not even trying!" Draco called to his father as he dodged yet another Cruciatus Curse. Lucius Malfoy glared darkly and leapt out of the line of fire, before his legs were turned to jelly. He managed to hit Draco in the leg with a slashing spell, slicing deep into his ex-son's calf; however, due to his son's experience and resistance to the acceptance of pain, all he got out of it was a stumble and a wince before ten poisoned knives flew at him at once. He skilfully dodged 9 of them, still surprised that Draco was still standing, but the final knife struck his shoulder. Lucius fell to the floor, his energy spent.
Draco couldn't help but feel a twinge of remorse as he watched his once- upon-a-time father collapse onto the cold stone floor, his shoulder bleeding. His "father" knew as well as he that the poison was already working its way into his blood stream, and sure enough, Lucius' face began to turn a horrible shade of grey, his hand twitching and his expression set into one of.disappointment? "Ah well, Lord Voldemort will be so frustrated with me. Now I'm screwed." Lucius frowned, struggling to lift a hand to his ear, "Hark! Is that an angel I doth hear? Oh, no it's that pretty little red-head, isn't it?" He smirked, before closing his eyes. They never re-opened.
Draco Malfoy swore over and over again as he ran as fast as he could when his leg was slashed, down to the basement he knew only too well. The screams suddenly stopped. Which meant she could be one of four things: Dead (this option is unfavourable) Unconscious (better than dead.but not much) So tired of screaming her voice has gone (very favourable) Miraculously gaining the strength of an elephant and simultaneously pummelling Crabbe and Goyle's heads into the heavy stone wall (definitely favourable, but highly unlikely)
He reached the doorway and felt sick as his tired eyes surveyed the scene in front of him. Ginny lay, her eyes squeezed shut, bruises and cuts covered her body and her robe was torn in many places - and her leg seemed to jut out at an odd (not to mention gross) angle. This, however was only a brief evaluation as Crabbe was leaning over her trying to tear her robe open whilst attempting (in vain, thank Merlin) to grope Ginny - he managed to get the odd slobbery kiss in occasionally, as well. Goyle was hard at work scrubbing what Draco could only guess was Ginny's blood off the floor and walls. Shit, crap, bugger!!!!
Draco didn't hesitate; he knew it would only be so long before the two oafs with heads thicker than tree-trunks and brains smaller than peas would notice his presence. And then things would not be pretty, namely his face. He silently crept up behind Goyle, delivering a good old Muggle punch to the head and elbow in the side. Some incredibly satisfying cracks and crunches were heard as Goyle doubled over in pain, also attempting to see his attacker. Draco then kicked him - hard - where it really hurts, and smirked at the visually pleasing site of the gorilla-man in a crumpled heap (or as crumpled as a human-hammer can manage). Now for Crabbe - the bastard.
He picked up a piece of splintered chair-leg, moving swiftly across the damp cell. He punched Crabbe in the head, waiting for him to turn. Slowly the oaf's brain registered that someone had hit him and he turned, annoyed, to see who it was. He glimpsed pale blonde before he felt a massive smack in the face - this one definitely hurt. Before he had time to react a piece of something sharp and painful shot through his back. In other words: Bye- Bye Crabbe!
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Now, this wouldn't have shocked Draco if he had done the deed himself, but the piece of broken chair he had picked up still lay in the palm of his hand. He looked in amazement at the redheaded girl sitting on the floor, a shocked and horrified expression on her face. She tilted her head slightly, before smiling slightly in relief, "Oops. Guess he got what was coming to him." It was spoken in barely more than a whisper, but Draco heard it, and it was then that he noticed the piece of blood stained wood roll out of her hand. "Bloody Hell," he murmured, before sliding down the wall to sit next to the now unconscious Ginny. I suppose, Draco thought wearily as his mind flicked over the day's events, if you've got the hate, you've got the strength. He gazed down reflectively at his bleeding leg before he slipped down into the comfortable depths of Nog.
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She would have liked to have been unconscious at this point, but she was, instead, sitting hunched against the far corner of the wall, the cold stone pressed against her back through her torn robe. She squinted through a swollen eye at a shadowy figure lumbering towards her. Thankfully, she couldn't see any sharp or heavy objects in his fat, clumsy hands - which, it so happened, were capable of punching through a chair with ease. The other one - Crabbe or Goyle she didn't know - was busying himself cleaning Ginny's blood off the floor for the arrival of Lucius Malfoy. Ginny wanted to move her legs, but couldn't even feel them anymore, so she settled with glaring at her attacker. Pitiful, she knew but there wasn't much else she could do.
"Now, girl, this is where the real fun comes in! See, I bin admirin' that pretty li'l face o' your all night.so I was finking now there's a revelation, Ginny thought, bitterly dat.dat.you know.an' don' worry - Goyle won't bovver us!" He grinned nastily, and stroked her sweat-drenched hair in what Ginny could only presume the ugly monster in front of her thought was a sexy gesture. What? Ginny thought, like a Goyle interruption was at the top of my List of Worries, which, by the way, was growing increasingly large. Wincing for what must have been the 1000th time that day, Ginny closed her eyes and hoped beyond all hope that she would open her eyes and be looking into Draco's amazingly pale and sculpted face, instead of the pig-faced Crabbe. Ginny was so busy hoping that she didn't realise what she had finally admitted to herself.
********************** "Oh father, is that the best you can do? You're not even trying!" Draco called to his father as he dodged yet another Cruciatus Curse. Lucius Malfoy glared darkly and leapt out of the line of fire, before his legs were turned to jelly. He managed to hit Draco in the leg with a slashing spell, slicing deep into his ex-son's calf; however, due to his son's experience and resistance to the acceptance of pain, all he got out of it was a stumble and a wince before ten poisoned knives flew at him at once. He skilfully dodged 9 of them, still surprised that Draco was still standing, but the final knife struck his shoulder. Lucius fell to the floor, his energy spent.
Draco couldn't help but feel a twinge of remorse as he watched his once- upon-a-time father collapse onto the cold stone floor, his shoulder bleeding. His "father" knew as well as he that the poison was already working its way into his blood stream, and sure enough, Lucius' face began to turn a horrible shade of grey, his hand twitching and his expression set into one of.disappointment? "Ah well, Lord Voldemort will be so frustrated with me. Now I'm screwed." Lucius frowned, struggling to lift a hand to his ear, "Hark! Is that an angel I doth hear? Oh, no it's that pretty little red-head, isn't it?" He smirked, before closing his eyes. They never re-opened.
Draco Malfoy swore over and over again as he ran as fast as he could when his leg was slashed, down to the basement he knew only too well. The screams suddenly stopped. Which meant she could be one of four things: Dead (this option is unfavourable) Unconscious (better than dead.but not much) So tired of screaming her voice has gone (very favourable) Miraculously gaining the strength of an elephant and simultaneously pummelling Crabbe and Goyle's heads into the heavy stone wall (definitely favourable, but highly unlikely)
He reached the doorway and felt sick as his tired eyes surveyed the scene in front of him. Ginny lay, her eyes squeezed shut, bruises and cuts covered her body and her robe was torn in many places - and her leg seemed to jut out at an odd (not to mention gross) angle. This, however was only a brief evaluation as Crabbe was leaning over her trying to tear her robe open whilst attempting (in vain, thank Merlin) to grope Ginny - he managed to get the odd slobbery kiss in occasionally, as well. Goyle was hard at work scrubbing what Draco could only guess was Ginny's blood off the floor and walls. Shit, crap, bugger!!!!
Draco didn't hesitate; he knew it would only be so long before the two oafs with heads thicker than tree-trunks and brains smaller than peas would notice his presence. And then things would not be pretty, namely his face. He silently crept up behind Goyle, delivering a good old Muggle punch to the head and elbow in the side. Some incredibly satisfying cracks and crunches were heard as Goyle doubled over in pain, also attempting to see his attacker. Draco then kicked him - hard - where it really hurts, and smirked at the visually pleasing site of the gorilla-man in a crumpled heap (or as crumpled as a human-hammer can manage). Now for Crabbe - the bastard.
He picked up a piece of splintered chair-leg, moving swiftly across the damp cell. He punched Crabbe in the head, waiting for him to turn. Slowly the oaf's brain registered that someone had hit him and he turned, annoyed, to see who it was. He glimpsed pale blonde before he felt a massive smack in the face - this one definitely hurt. Before he had time to react a piece of something sharp and painful shot through his back. In other words: Bye- Bye Crabbe!
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Now, this wouldn't have shocked Draco if he had done the deed himself, but the piece of broken chair he had picked up still lay in the palm of his hand. He looked in amazement at the redheaded girl sitting on the floor, a shocked and horrified expression on her face. She tilted her head slightly, before smiling slightly in relief, "Oops. Guess he got what was coming to him." It was spoken in barely more than a whisper, but Draco heard it, and it was then that he noticed the piece of blood stained wood roll out of her hand. "Bloody Hell," he murmured, before sliding down the wall to sit next to the now unconscious Ginny. I suppose, Draco thought wearily as his mind flicked over the day's events, if you've got the hate, you've got the strength. He gazed down reflectively at his bleeding leg before he slipped down into the comfortable depths of Nog.
A/N: I love you all my absolutely wonderfully amazing reviewers! I love love love you!! sorry about the wait.I meant for it to be a quick update but as you can see.no such luck! I hope you enjoyed the chapter - and don't forget to TELL ME! In other words REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW. Ok? Oh, and don't forget to REVIEW!!!