Chapter 10: Pure
She stands to face him. His features are like stone. Impassive. His intent stare is unnerving.
"What do you want?" she asks, struggling to keep the fear out of her voice.
He doesn't answer, stepping closer to her and closing the door behind him. She flattens herself against the wall, closing her eyes. When he reaches her, his thumb brushes across her cheek. His touch is cold. And then he crushes his lips against her own. His mouth is hot, suffocating. He presses himself against her, kissing her fiercely. She tries to push him away, but he is too strong. She is crying now. He pulls his face from hers to look into her eyes. He frowns at the tears steaming down her cheeks. He opens his mouth to speak, and she drives her knee into his stomach. He doubles over, gasping for breath. She stands, frozen, for a moment, before she regains her senses and runs.
She runs until she reaches a dark corner near the dungeons. She slides down onto the floor and curls into a ball. She is shaking madly. He's going to find me. There is no way I can get to Draco before he catches me. That's not Harry. Oh god, what did I do? Tom was right. I am alone. And I deserve it. She sobs softly. It's only a matter of time. He's coming for me. What will he do to me? She closes her eyes, absorbed in her thoughts, and waits.
It seems like an eternity before she hears him approaching. First, the soft tapping of his shoes on the stone. Then, the low whisper.
"Ginny?"
His voice is wrong. Too calm. Smooth. The sound of it chills her to the bone. She wants to run, but she knows it will only lead him to her faster. Maybe he won't find me. But it is at that instant that a pair of forest green eyes meets her ash brown ones.
"I've found you."
She recoils from his outstretched hand.
"Come on, Ginny. Why won't you give me a chance. He's not good for you. You know that. Let me take care of you."
She swallows the bile rising in her throat. This is what she created. She must face it. "No, Harry. No."
His eyes flash and pure, ice cold terror sweeps through her. He points his wand at her and mutters a spell under his breath. She is thrown backward, her body colliding with the wall. Pain shoots through her. He advances on her.
"Why are you making me do this, Ginny? Just let me have a chance. I'll make you happy. I promise."
Gathering all of her strength, she punches him in the nose. Well done, Ginny. Let's see how much we can tick off the psycho, shall we. Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, she tries to put some distance between them. She is a few feet away when she feels a jerk on her ankle. She falls onto her back. In an instant, he is hovering over her. Blood is dripping from his nose, his eyes gleaming maniacally. His knees are on either side of her, his hands on her shoulders.
"You're not being very nice Ginny."
Before she can respond, his hands wrap around her throat. She looks up at him pleadingly. He simply frowns down at her and says, "I'm sorry."
She struggles at first, scratching his arms until they bleed. She tries to cry out, but she cannot speak. Her throat is closing under his grip. Her head is spinning. She expects darkness, but instead there is light. Pure, white light. The pressure of his hands is fading. There is suddenly a blinding flash that explodes into dazzling colors. They swim before her. Beautiful, she thinks. And then she knows no more.