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Ginny
opened her eyes when it was over. Draco's heaving body lay on top of her, his
blonde hair falling across her eyes. Beads of sweat glistened along his back,
and Ginny traced a line with her finger. The muscles in his back twitched
beneath her touch, and she withdrew her hand quickly It was only then that it
hit her. What have I just done? Ginny felt her heart drop, and her mind
raced. It wasn't Harry. It was Draco Malfoy, Harry's arch enemy. She struggled
from beneath him, and frantically began throwing her clothes back on, not
daring to look Draco in the face.
"Why the quick departure?"
Ginny froze for a second, before continuing to gather her books up.
"Don't tell me you didn't enjoy that, Virginia."
Ginny rushed to the portrait hole, and was just about to climb through when she
felt Draco's hand clamp her wrist.
"What about a goodbye kiss?" Draco snarled.
"Let GO!" Ginny struggled against his grip, but it was no good.
Draco
spun her around and her back slammed against the wall, knocking the breath out
of her. His lips came towards her and Ginny quickly turned her head. He struck
her cheek with the back of his hand. She fell to the ground from the blow, and
took a couple of seconds to register the searing pain that exploded in her
cheek. She felt something warm trickeling from her forehead. Draco's hand
clasped her arm and pulled her to her feet roughly. She felt dizzy and weak,
and this time was helpless beneath his lips. After what seemed like hours of
feeling his putrid touch, Draco lifted his lips, and released his grip.
"Thank you, Virginia. That was most...interesting." He sneered as she
tore through the portrait hole, ripping her robes in the struggle. She ran
blindly - she wasn't even sure what floor she was on - and desperately prayed
Filch wasn't on the same one. She stopped when she hit something - or someone -
hard. She fell to the ground, her books scattering around her, and hastily
wiped the tears that had settled on her cheeks, smearing the blood that was
trickling down her face. Straight in front of her lay a pair of round, black
glasses. Her heart skipped a bit. She looked up. Harry!
"Ginny..." Harry knelt down beside her. "You've been
crying...what's the matter?" His face was a picture of concern, and he put
a protective arm about her shoulders. Ginny wriggled out of his grasp - she
didn't deserve to have Harry touching her. She was dirty, disgusting.
"Nothing," she mumbled, and cast her eyes downwards, concentrating on
keeping her cut face in the shadows.
"There must be something wrong. People don't cry for nothing, Gin."
Harry stood up with her, and put one hand on each of her shoulders. She
couldn't help it. She felt her knees tremble and her heart quicken pace - she
was so close to Harry she felt his warm breath on her face. Her stupor was
interrupted when he gasped.
"Ginny! Your face...what happened? Tell me now, Ginny, I'm not letting you
go until you do...what are you doing up this late anyway?"
Ginny's whole body began to shake with sobs. She broke down into a mess of
tears, shaking uncontrollably. She wanted her brothers. She wanted her parents.
Before she knew what was happening, Harry's arms were wrapped around her body,
rocking her gently backwards and forwards, whispering soothing words. She
relaxed in his arms, feeling safe again.
"Come on, come into my office and we can talk about it. I was on my way
there anyway."
Ginny stopped crying immediately. Harry's office.
"No," she said firmly. "No." She took off before Harry
could say anything else, leaving him staring after her, puzzled, and very
anxious.