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well, yeh, whatever.
A/N: Sorry you lot, I've been busy with schoolwork, worrying about what my grades are like on my reports, and that rot. I've been having a pretty terrible week, and I figured I'd post the next chapter, so at least someone might be happy. Sorry if I'm being pissy, but I feel really terrible right about now. p.s. Sorry it's so short, I'll make sure to update again SOON.
Chapter 5
The next morning Hermione took Ginny upstairs and helped her to clean up. After Ginny had had a long bath, she made her way downstairs where Harry and Hermione were waiting for her. She sat down at the table, letting her long hair fall across her face like a veil.
"Coffee?" Asked Harry and she nodded. When they were all seated again, Hermione spoke.
"Ginny, you've been gone for nearly two months. Everyone's been worried sick because no one knew where you were. Do you think you could tell us?" She spoke in a soothing voice, as if to a child.
Ginny looked up at her friend and then at Harry. She lowered her eyes again.
"He said he was a Torrie. From the Far East. One of the best, Torrie Asterix. He said that my life was in danger from Bedouins. I believed him, because I've worked on a few dangerous ones. We left. A Scottish Castle. I was fine. He was really good to me and we had nice long conversations about everything under the sun. He..." she looked up at her friends, shifting in her chair. "He made me forget about Draco. Then, a week or so ago, we kissed. He was comforting me. And he started touching me."
She didn't notice Hermione's hand move to cover Harry's clenched fist.
"I told him no, and he said he was sorry. I was a bit uncomfortable around him after that. Then, a couple of days ago, he kissed me again. But when I tried to push him away, he hit me. After that, it was just him... hitting me. He bound me to the bed, stripped me to my underwear, and gagged me. He cut me and hit me. For two days. Then Draco came. He stunned him and brought me here." she shrugged and took a sip of her coffee.
Harry glanced at Hermione and saw the concern stamped on her face. He opened his mouth to say something, but a knock at the door interrupted him. He got up and returned a moment later, Draco walking behind him. Ginny was standing with her back to them at the kitchen window. Harry motioned to the empty seat beside Ginny's and Draco sat down. Hermione sent a reassuring smile his way.
"Ginny?" Ginny turned around and saw Draco sitting at the table. She lifted the mug of coffee to her lips, shakily, and took a long sip.
"Hey, Gin, come sit back down." Said Harry.
Ginny stayed where she was, looking at Draco warily. Draco sighed and looked away, Hermione frowned and Harry got up. He moved over to Ginny and placed a hand on her arm. "Hey," he whispered. "He won't hurt you."
Ginny looked into Harry's eyes. "I know." She said quietly. Draco looked up at her and Hermione and Harry frowned. Ginny sighed.
"Can I talk to him alone?" Harry nodded and he and Hermione left the kitchen quietly.
After a moment of silence, Ginny repeated what she had told Harry and Hermione. She kept her back turned to him the whole time, missing the look of pure anger and hatred that played over his features. When she finished, he sat there, his fists clenched, looking at her back.
"Ginny."
She didn't move or make any sign that she had heard him. He stood up and moved around the table to stand beside her.
"Ginny. Did he touch you?" No answer. Draco wrapped his fingers around her shoulders and turned her to face him. "Look at me." He ordered. She refused to do so. "Dammit Ginny, look at me!" He yelled.
She slowly brought her chin up, so that her eyes met his. "You're hurting me." she said through clenched teeth.
He released his death grip on her shoulders. "Ginny, did he touch you?" he repeated.
"I just told you what happened. Of course he touched me!" she spat.
He searched her eyes, half afraid of the fear, anger and resentment that radiated from her. "You know what I mean."
She scoffed. "You mean did he fuck me, Draco? Huh, is that what you want to know?" Draco flinched at the crudeness of the question. "No. You got me in the nic of time." she said this with a hint of poison in her voice.
"Ginny, what is it? Tell me why you're so angry at me? Please Ginny, tell me."
She continued to glare at him in silence. He was about to say something else when he saw tears spill from both her eyes. And still, she glared at him.
"Ginny. What-?" He reached out and brushed the tears from her face, but more took their place, running down over her trembling lips and to her chin.
"I hate you." She said in a voice laced with malice. "I can't be with you because you don't want to commit yourself to me. And I can't be without you, because someone will try to kill me. How am I supposed to live? The biggest mistake I ever made was to fall in love with you. I will do everything within my power to get over that. I don't know what to do, because either way, I lose. I wish that guy had just gone ahead and raped me. Killed me even. What difference would it make?"
"Ginny, you can't possibly-"
"Yes I can mean that! And I do! I've been made into one of your possessions, my life isn't mine anymore! I want it back Draco."
"But Ginny... You know how I feel about you. I'm not trying to ruin your life, I want to be a part of it!"
Ginny smirked, her eyes cold. "You don't want to be a part of my life. You won't commit yourself to me, what's that saying?" she leaned closer to him. "I hate you, Draco Malfoy. I want nothing to do with you." She turned away from him, back to the window. Draco thought he saw her blinking back tears, but he couldn't be sure. He took a step back, not sure as to what to do. "Do you know who hired him?"
Ginny let out a laugh. "Oh, right, as if you don't know."
"I wouldn't ask if I knew." He said quietly.
Ginny was silent. She turned to look at him, her eyes revealing no emotion. "He goes by the name of Lucius Malfoy." She stepped around him and left the kitchen. Draco stood there, his jaw clenched, eyes burning with a grey fire.
A/N: Sorry you lot, I've been busy with schoolwork, worrying about what my grades are like on my reports, and that rot. I've been having a pretty terrible week, and I figured I'd post the next chapter, so at least someone might be happy. Sorry if I'm being pissy, but I feel really terrible right about now. p.s. Sorry it's so short, I'll make sure to update again SOON.
Chapter 5
The next morning Hermione took Ginny upstairs and helped her to clean up. After Ginny had had a long bath, she made her way downstairs where Harry and Hermione were waiting for her. She sat down at the table, letting her long hair fall across her face like a veil.
"Coffee?" Asked Harry and she nodded. When they were all seated again, Hermione spoke.
"Ginny, you've been gone for nearly two months. Everyone's been worried sick because no one knew where you were. Do you think you could tell us?" She spoke in a soothing voice, as if to a child.
Ginny looked up at her friend and then at Harry. She lowered her eyes again.
"He said he was a Torrie. From the Far East. One of the best, Torrie Asterix. He said that my life was in danger from Bedouins. I believed him, because I've worked on a few dangerous ones. We left. A Scottish Castle. I was fine. He was really good to me and we had nice long conversations about everything under the sun. He..." she looked up at her friends, shifting in her chair. "He made me forget about Draco. Then, a week or so ago, we kissed. He was comforting me. And he started touching me."
She didn't notice Hermione's hand move to cover Harry's clenched fist.
"I told him no, and he said he was sorry. I was a bit uncomfortable around him after that. Then, a couple of days ago, he kissed me again. But when I tried to push him away, he hit me. After that, it was just him... hitting me. He bound me to the bed, stripped me to my underwear, and gagged me. He cut me and hit me. For two days. Then Draco came. He stunned him and brought me here." she shrugged and took a sip of her coffee.
Harry glanced at Hermione and saw the concern stamped on her face. He opened his mouth to say something, but a knock at the door interrupted him. He got up and returned a moment later, Draco walking behind him. Ginny was standing with her back to them at the kitchen window. Harry motioned to the empty seat beside Ginny's and Draco sat down. Hermione sent a reassuring smile his way.
"Ginny?" Ginny turned around and saw Draco sitting at the table. She lifted the mug of coffee to her lips, shakily, and took a long sip.
"Hey, Gin, come sit back down." Said Harry.
Ginny stayed where she was, looking at Draco warily. Draco sighed and looked away, Hermione frowned and Harry got up. He moved over to Ginny and placed a hand on her arm. "Hey," he whispered. "He won't hurt you."
Ginny looked into Harry's eyes. "I know." She said quietly. Draco looked up at her and Hermione and Harry frowned. Ginny sighed.
"Can I talk to him alone?" Harry nodded and he and Hermione left the kitchen quietly.
After a moment of silence, Ginny repeated what she had told Harry and Hermione. She kept her back turned to him the whole time, missing the look of pure anger and hatred that played over his features. When she finished, he sat there, his fists clenched, looking at her back.
"Ginny."
She didn't move or make any sign that she had heard him. He stood up and moved around the table to stand beside her.
"Ginny. Did he touch you?" No answer. Draco wrapped his fingers around her shoulders and turned her to face him. "Look at me." He ordered. She refused to do so. "Dammit Ginny, look at me!" He yelled.
She slowly brought her chin up, so that her eyes met his. "You're hurting me." she said through clenched teeth.
He released his death grip on her shoulders. "Ginny, did he touch you?" he repeated.
"I just told you what happened. Of course he touched me!" she spat.
He searched her eyes, half afraid of the fear, anger and resentment that radiated from her. "You know what I mean."
She scoffed. "You mean did he fuck me, Draco? Huh, is that what you want to know?" Draco flinched at the crudeness of the question. "No. You got me in the nic of time." she said this with a hint of poison in her voice.
"Ginny, what is it? Tell me why you're so angry at me? Please Ginny, tell me."
She continued to glare at him in silence. He was about to say something else when he saw tears spill from both her eyes. And still, she glared at him.
"Ginny. What-?" He reached out and brushed the tears from her face, but more took their place, running down over her trembling lips and to her chin.
"I hate you." She said in a voice laced with malice. "I can't be with you because you don't want to commit yourself to me. And I can't be without you, because someone will try to kill me. How am I supposed to live? The biggest mistake I ever made was to fall in love with you. I will do everything within my power to get over that. I don't know what to do, because either way, I lose. I wish that guy had just gone ahead and raped me. Killed me even. What difference would it make?"
"Ginny, you can't possibly-"
"Yes I can mean that! And I do! I've been made into one of your possessions, my life isn't mine anymore! I want it back Draco."
"But Ginny... You know how I feel about you. I'm not trying to ruin your life, I want to be a part of it!"
Ginny smirked, her eyes cold. "You don't want to be a part of my life. You won't commit yourself to me, what's that saying?" she leaned closer to him. "I hate you, Draco Malfoy. I want nothing to do with you." She turned away from him, back to the window. Draco thought he saw her blinking back tears, but he couldn't be sure. He took a step back, not sure as to what to do. "Do you know who hired him?"
Ginny let out a laugh. "Oh, right, as if you don't know."
"I wouldn't ask if I knew." He said quietly.
Ginny was silent. She turned to look at him, her eyes revealing no emotion. "He goes by the name of Lucius Malfoy." She stepped around him and left the kitchen. Draco stood there, his jaw clenched, eyes burning with a grey fire.