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Ginny awoke later that evening in her own bed, in her own dormitory.
Sitting on the edge of her bed was Hermione, tending to Ginny's bruises with
a little bit of magic. Ginny groaned. Her head was throbbing and it hurt her
to even breathe. She managed a small smile to Hermione, who was rewrapping a
bandage on Ginny's head, the only thing holding down her wild firey curls.
"I'm sorry this always happens," breathed Hermione at last when she had
finished tending to Ginny. "Harry's just prone to losing his temper lately.
You know how much stress he's been going through. He's only sixteen, and he's
trying to take on the troubles of the world, if you know what I mean."
"It's alright for you- you're his girlfriend. Big heroes hardly ever beat
up on the ones they love so dearly as he loves you," grumbled Ginny.
Hermione looked extremely guilty as she patted Ginny's knee before remem
bering a goblet sitting on Ginny's bedside. She reached over and handed it to
her little patient.
"Here you go, Gin. Drink it all down. It's a dreamless sleeping potion. I
had to get special permission from McGonagall to get the book with the potion
recipe in it out of the Restricted Section."
Ginny took the goblet full of some foul smelling substance and she raised
it in a toast to Hermione before swallowing it all down, her nose wrinkled.
When she had finished drinking the foul potion, Hermione took the goblet
from Ginny. Winking, she said, "Well, now that's taken care of, better return
the goblet to the kitchens before the house elves lose it again because they
can't find one goblet." With that, she gave Ginny one last smile and exited
the dormitory. Ginny tried not to concentrate on her pain as soon the potion
kicked in, and the world she knew faded out of existence and into the world
of the dark and she slumbered on, only this time her dreams were not
possessed by her best friend.
The next morning, Ginny's eyes fluttered open to reveal the start of a
new, bright and beautiful day. But the way Ginny's head ached and she could
hardly bear to even keep her eyes open, the day wasn't going to be quite as
bright as the sun outside. She managed to dress herself and go down to
breakfast, although from the way every muscle in her body was tight and ached
it would seem like she could hardly lift a feather. She ate her breakfast
quickly, and finding that she had time to spare before her first lesson, she
went out onto the lawn, to stretch and possibly work out some of the knots in
her muscles before she fell asleep in her first class. History of Magic. Not
like she'd miss anything important, anyways.
Out on the lawn, the grass was green and all the flowers were in bloom,
revealing the fact that spring was upon them. The first thing Ginny did was
pull her right arm across her chest and holding it there for ten seconds,
although it pained her. She did the same thing with her left arm, and then
brought her right one up behind her head, holding it there for ten seconds,
and again the same with her left arm. She proceeded in this manner with every
stretch she knew, slowly bit by bit reawakening her body and making it usable.
By the time she had finished stretching, she still had some spare moments
before History of Magic, so she walked over to the old oak tree where she and
Gregory often sat, and had in fact sat the very day before, and was surprised
to see that he was out there as well.
"Gregory," she said, startling him as well. "What are you doing out here
this early in the morning?" He shrugged, and patted the ground beside him
before taking her hand and pulling her down beside him. Ginny noticed that
though once again his diary was open on his lap, he had not bothered to close
it this day.
"Good morning, Ginny," he said in his roughish voice, smiling at her
broadly. It was Ginny's turn to return the smile.
"And a good morning to you, Gregory. I trust you slept well?"
Goyle looked Ginny over, seeing some minor bruises from Harry that
Hermione couldn't get rid of, but merely cocked an eyebrow and said, "I slept
like a log. And yourself?"
"I slept perfectly well, thank you for asking," Ginny said, not revealing
the circumstances under which she slept so well.
Goyle checked his watch, then cursed under his breath. "Look, Ginny," he
said. "We've got five minutes until classes begin. Can we talk later?" Ginny
nodded, wishing there was more time and cursing the fact that the time-stop
spell was so complicated. The two stood up together, and Goyle kissed her
quickly before the hurried up to the castle, hand-in-hand.
Little did either of them know, but they were being watched. Someone had
followed Ginny out onto the lawn when she left breakfast so quickly, and had
watched her stretch and had followed her behind the oak tree. Someone had
seen and heard her speaking with Gregory Goyle, and someone had seen the two
kiss. Someone had seen them head back to the castle hand in hand, and someone
saw them kiss one last time before heading back into the castle and resuming
their normal lives.
Someone by the name of Harry Potter.
After her day had started so wonderfully by surprisingly meeting Goyle
out on the lawn that morning, Ginny had spent the rest of the day floating
around Hogwarts, and she almost smiled at her brother as she passed him in
the hall. Almost.
All of Ginny's classmates wondered what the heck was wrong with her when,
as she walked into History of Magic, she smiled warmly at the ghost of
Professor Binns, and made a lively discussion with him about the Great Goblin
Revolution. Ginny bounced back to her seat as Binns called for the class
attention, and spent the entire lesson scribbling notes down furiously as if
she had done nothing but that from her very first History of Magic lesson.
The rest of Ginny's day passed basically like that, and she was even
quite curteous to her fellow classmates (most of whom looked disgusted that
she had even spoken to them, though she neither noticed nor cared), and all
the time she thought of Gregory Goyle.
At dinner, Ginny waltzed into the Great Hall, fairly glowing from having
such a wonderful day. She sat down at the Gryffindor table, and smiled at her
classmates, fully hungry from viewing life from such a different perspective.
Harry quietly slipped into the Great Hall after Ginny, watching her
suspiciously as she chatted gaily with everyone around her, sometimes
glancing at the Slytherin table, absolutely beaming.
Harry sat down across from Ginny, and glared at her. He softly whispered
to Ginny, "Did you have a good day, /i He spat out the word
"Virginia" as if it were some horrible word he hardly dared to speak.
Something in the way he asked her about her day made shivers run down
Ginny's spine. She softly whispered back to him, "I had a fine day, Harry,
and yourself?"
Harry narrowed his eyes at Ginny, as if he deeply mistrusted her. "Don't
play coy with me, little girl. I know what you've been up to."
Fear ran through Ginny and froze her as though she had been petrified
like the students had been four years before. The next words she spoke, she
spoke stiffly, as if she were mechanical. "I don't know what you're talking
about, Harry," she whispered.
Anger and utter hate flashed dangerously in Harry's eyes. "I think you
know exactly what I'm talking about, Ginny Weasley," he spat out at her, his
voice rising now.
"Oh, Harry, don't make a scene," whispered Ginny so that everyone would
stop staring at them, but Harry would not play along.
"I can make a bloody scene if I want to!" he yelled at her, standing up
now. "I can bloody well make a bloody scene, and you ought to know better
than to tell me what to do!" Before storming out of the Great Hall and up to
Gryffindor Tower, Harry leaned down right in front of Ginny's face and
whispered so that no one else could hear, "I want you to finish your dinner
as quickly as you finished breakfast," he sneered, "and then come up and meet
me in the Common Room. Understood?" And this time, Ginny was wise enough to no
d calmly and just watch him storm out.
Ginny quickly finished her dinner, clucked disapprovingly about Harry not
finishing his, and made her way out of the Great Hall without making eye
contact with Gregory. She was much too scared to look into his eyes.
When she arrived in the Gryffindor Common Room, Harry was pacing in front
of the fire, deep in thought. When he saw her come in, he barked, "What took
you so long?" Ginny merely shrugged, which was obviously not enough for him.
"I asked you a question, Ginny Weasley, now answer it!"
"If you must know, what took me so long to finish dinner was the fact
that I actually ate it, which is more than I can say for /i people!"
she exclaimed hotly, letting her temper get the best of her, though she
immediatelky regretted it.
"How dare you speak to me that way, you foolish girl," Harry snarled at
her. But suddenly he stopped and smirked. "You know where the power lies in
this conversation, Ginny," he said, seeming almost friendly. He advance upon
the poor helpless girl, and Ginny backed up until she was against the wall
she had been against the night before. "Tell me Ginny, tell us all," he waved
to the empty common room, "Where does the power lie in this conversation? Be
a good girl Ginny, and tell me who is the most powerful wizard in this
conversation? Tell me, Ginny! Tell me!" he yelled in her face.
The poor young witch had no choice but to quietly whimper, "You do,
Harry."
Harry smiled wildly at the youngest Weasley child, still in her face, and
he said, "Well, who'd have thought it? The daft young girl has brains in her
after all," and he rapped on her head with his knuckles, none too lightly.
Ginny whimpered once more. Harry took her by the shoulders and shook her.
"What was that, girl?" he yelled at her. "What did you say?"
"I-I didn't say anything, Harry," stammered the frightened young woman.
Harry sat down in a comfy armchair by the fire and sipped a steaming
butterbeer which he conjured. "I have decided to set a new rule for you,
dearest Virginia. I have decided that in public, you may call me Harry, but
when it is just the two of us," he got a malicious glimmer in his eyes, and
they roved over Ginny's body, taking in her every curve so she felt naked,
and finished, "You are to call me Master Harry. Understood?" He glared at
Ginny as he said that last word, and laughed when Ginny's eyes fell to the
ground as she said in a barely audible voice, "Yes-- Master Harry."
Harry laughed evilly, and cocked his ear toward her. "What was that,
Ginny? I couldn't quite hear you."
"Yes, Master Harry," she said, this time a little bit louder.
"I can't quite hear you, love, one more time, what did you say?" he said
taunting her, egging her onward, so he may have an excuse to inflict his
horrible and painful wrath.
"I said, 'Yes, Master Harry'!" yelled Ginny, who finally caved and took a
running start and rammed her fist into Harry's sternum.
The result was none too pleasant for Harry, though Ginny knew she would
regret it instantly. Harry dropped his butterbeer upon the carpet, and fell
forward, onto his knees, where he promptly threw up. Wiping his mouth, he
glared up at Ginny. "You'll pay for that, Weasley," he snarled, getting to
his feet. "You'll pay for that!" Once again, Ginny found herself against the
wall, with Harry's fist now finding it's way into /i sternum, then a
slap across her face, then taking her by the shoulders and slamming her head
against the wall.
Once again, Ginny found the world she knew growing dimmer and farther and
farther away, as her body recieved more and more pain, more and more abuse,
and with every growing second, her hate for her brother's best friend
increased, as the world that she knew grew farther and farther away, and
finally she sunk into the black unconscious, the only place where her poor
body received rest.
Ginny awoke later that evening in her own bed, in her own dormitory.
Sitting on the edge of her bed was Hermione, tending to Ginny's bruises with
a little bit of magic. Ginny groaned. Her head was throbbing and it hurt her
to even breathe. She managed a small smile to Hermione, who was rewrapping a
bandage on Ginny's head, the only thing holding down her wild firey curls.
"I'm sorry this always happens," breathed Hermione at last when she had
finished tending to Ginny. "Harry's just prone to losing his temper lately.
You know how much stress he's been going through. He's only sixteen, and he's
trying to take on the troubles of the world, if you know what I mean."
"It's alright for you- you're his girlfriend. Big heroes hardly ever beat
up on the ones they love so dearly as he loves you," grumbled Ginny.
Hermione looked extremely guilty as she patted Ginny's knee before remem
bering a goblet sitting on Ginny's bedside. She reached over and handed it to
her little patient.
"Here you go, Gin. Drink it all down. It's a dreamless sleeping potion. I
had to get special permission from McGonagall to get the book with the potion
recipe in it out of the Restricted Section."
Ginny took the goblet full of some foul smelling substance and she raised
it in a toast to Hermione before swallowing it all down, her nose wrinkled.
When she had finished drinking the foul potion, Hermione took the goblet
from Ginny. Winking, she said, "Well, now that's taken care of, better return
the goblet to the kitchens before the house elves lose it again because they
can't find one goblet." With that, she gave Ginny one last smile and exited
the dormitory. Ginny tried not to concentrate on her pain as soon the potion
kicked in, and the world she knew faded out of existence and into the world
of the dark and she slumbered on, only this time her dreams were not
possessed by her best friend.
The next morning, Ginny's eyes fluttered open to reveal the start of a
new, bright and beautiful day. But the way Ginny's head ached and she could
hardly bear to even keep her eyes open, the day wasn't going to be quite as
bright as the sun outside. She managed to dress herself and go down to
breakfast, although from the way every muscle in her body was tight and ached
it would seem like she could hardly lift a feather. She ate her breakfast
quickly, and finding that she had time to spare before her first lesson, she
went out onto the lawn, to stretch and possibly work out some of the knots in
her muscles before she fell asleep in her first class. History of Magic. Not
like she'd miss anything important, anyways.
Out on the lawn, the grass was green and all the flowers were in bloom,
revealing the fact that spring was upon them. The first thing Ginny did was
pull her right arm across her chest and holding it there for ten seconds,
although it pained her. She did the same thing with her left arm, and then
brought her right one up behind her head, holding it there for ten seconds,
and again the same with her left arm. She proceeded in this manner with every
stretch she knew, slowly bit by bit reawakening her body and making it usable.
By the time she had finished stretching, she still had some spare moments
before History of Magic, so she walked over to the old oak tree where she and
Gregory often sat, and had in fact sat the very day before, and was surprised
to see that he was out there as well.
"Gregory," she said, startling him as well. "What are you doing out here
this early in the morning?" He shrugged, and patted the ground beside him
before taking her hand and pulling her down beside him. Ginny noticed that
though once again his diary was open on his lap, he had not bothered to close
it this day.
"Good morning, Ginny," he said in his roughish voice, smiling at her
broadly. It was Ginny's turn to return the smile.
"And a good morning to you, Gregory. I trust you slept well?"
Goyle looked Ginny over, seeing some minor bruises from Harry that
Hermione couldn't get rid of, but merely cocked an eyebrow and said, "I slept
like a log. And yourself?"
"I slept perfectly well, thank you for asking," Ginny said, not revealing
the circumstances under which she slept so well.
Goyle checked his watch, then cursed under his breath. "Look, Ginny," he
said. "We've got five minutes until classes begin. Can we talk later?" Ginny
nodded, wishing there was more time and cursing the fact that the time-stop
spell was so complicated. The two stood up together, and Goyle kissed her
quickly before the hurried up to the castle, hand-in-hand.
Little did either of them know, but they were being watched. Someone had
followed Ginny out onto the lawn when she left breakfast so quickly, and had
watched her stretch and had followed her behind the oak tree. Someone had
seen and heard her speaking with Gregory Goyle, and someone had seen the two
kiss. Someone had seen them head back to the castle hand in hand, and someone
saw them kiss one last time before heading back into the castle and resuming
their normal lives.
Someone by the name of Harry Potter.
After her day had started so wonderfully by surprisingly meeting Goyle
out on the lawn that morning, Ginny had spent the rest of the day floating
around Hogwarts, and she almost smiled at her brother as she passed him in
the hall. Almost.
All of Ginny's classmates wondered what the heck was wrong with her when,
as she walked into History of Magic, she smiled warmly at the ghost of
Professor Binns, and made a lively discussion with him about the Great Goblin
Revolution. Ginny bounced back to her seat as Binns called for the class
attention, and spent the entire lesson scribbling notes down furiously as if
she had done nothing but that from her very first History of Magic lesson.
The rest of Ginny's day passed basically like that, and she was even
quite curteous to her fellow classmates (most of whom looked disgusted that
she had even spoken to them, though she neither noticed nor cared), and all
the time she thought of Gregory Goyle.
At dinner, Ginny waltzed into the Great Hall, fairly glowing from having
such a wonderful day. She sat down at the Gryffindor table, and smiled at her
classmates, fully hungry from viewing life from such a different perspective.
Harry quietly slipped into the Great Hall after Ginny, watching her
suspiciously as she chatted gaily with everyone around her, sometimes
glancing at the Slytherin table, absolutely beaming.
Harry sat down across from Ginny, and glared at her. He softly whispered
to Ginny, "Did you have a good day, /i He spat out the word
"Virginia" as if it were some horrible word he hardly dared to speak.
Something in the way he asked her about her day made shivers run down
Ginny's spine. She softly whispered back to him, "I had a fine day, Harry,
and yourself?"
Harry narrowed his eyes at Ginny, as if he deeply mistrusted her. "Don't
play coy with me, little girl. I know what you've been up to."
Fear ran through Ginny and froze her as though she had been petrified
like the students had been four years before. The next words she spoke, she
spoke stiffly, as if she were mechanical. "I don't know what you're talking
about, Harry," she whispered.
Anger and utter hate flashed dangerously in Harry's eyes. "I think you
know exactly what I'm talking about, Ginny Weasley," he spat out at her, his
voice rising now.
"Oh, Harry, don't make a scene," whispered Ginny so that everyone would
stop staring at them, but Harry would not play along.
"I can make a bloody scene if I want to!" he yelled at her, standing up
now. "I can bloody well make a bloody scene, and you ought to know better
than to tell me what to do!" Before storming out of the Great Hall and up to
Gryffindor Tower, Harry leaned down right in front of Ginny's face and
whispered so that no one else could hear, "I want you to finish your dinner
as quickly as you finished breakfast," he sneered, "and then come up and meet
me in the Common Room. Understood?" And this time, Ginny was wise enough to no
d calmly and just watch him storm out.
Ginny quickly finished her dinner, clucked disapprovingly about Harry not
finishing his, and made her way out of the Great Hall without making eye
contact with Gregory. She was much too scared to look into his eyes.
When she arrived in the Gryffindor Common Room, Harry was pacing in front
of the fire, deep in thought. When he saw her come in, he barked, "What took
you so long?" Ginny merely shrugged, which was obviously not enough for him.
"I asked you a question, Ginny Weasley, now answer it!"
"If you must know, what took me so long to finish dinner was the fact
that I actually ate it, which is more than I can say for /i people!"
she exclaimed hotly, letting her temper get the best of her, though she
immediatelky regretted it.
"How dare you speak to me that way, you foolish girl," Harry snarled at
her. But suddenly he stopped and smirked. "You know where the power lies in
this conversation, Ginny," he said, seeming almost friendly. He advance upon
the poor helpless girl, and Ginny backed up until she was against the wall
she had been against the night before. "Tell me Ginny, tell us all," he waved
to the empty common room, "Where does the power lie in this conversation? Be
a good girl Ginny, and tell me who is the most powerful wizard in this
conversation? Tell me, Ginny! Tell me!" he yelled in her face.
The poor young witch had no choice but to quietly whimper, "You do,
Harry."
Harry smiled wildly at the youngest Weasley child, still in her face, and
he said, "Well, who'd have thought it? The daft young girl has brains in her
after all," and he rapped on her head with his knuckles, none too lightly.
Ginny whimpered once more. Harry took her by the shoulders and shook her.
"What was that, girl?" he yelled at her. "What did you say?"
"I-I didn't say anything, Harry," stammered the frightened young woman.
Harry sat down in a comfy armchair by the fire and sipped a steaming
butterbeer which he conjured. "I have decided to set a new rule for you,
dearest Virginia. I have decided that in public, you may call me Harry, but
when it is just the two of us," he got a malicious glimmer in his eyes, and
they roved over Ginny's body, taking in her every curve so she felt naked,
and finished, "You are to call me Master Harry. Understood?" He glared at
Ginny as he said that last word, and laughed when Ginny's eyes fell to the
ground as she said in a barely audible voice, "Yes-- Master Harry."
Harry laughed evilly, and cocked his ear toward her. "What was that,
Ginny? I couldn't quite hear you."
"Yes, Master Harry," she said, this time a little bit louder.
"I can't quite hear you, love, one more time, what did you say?" he said
taunting her, egging her onward, so he may have an excuse to inflict his
horrible and painful wrath.
"I said, 'Yes, Master Harry'!" yelled Ginny, who finally caved and took a
running start and rammed her fist into Harry's sternum.
The result was none too pleasant for Harry, though Ginny knew she would
regret it instantly. Harry dropped his butterbeer upon the carpet, and fell
forward, onto his knees, where he promptly threw up. Wiping his mouth, he
glared up at Ginny. "You'll pay for that, Weasley," he snarled, getting to
his feet. "You'll pay for that!" Once again, Ginny found herself against the
wall, with Harry's fist now finding it's way into /i sternum, then a
slap across her face, then taking her by the shoulders and slamming her head
against the wall.
Once again, Ginny found the world she knew growing dimmer and farther and
farther away, as her body recieved more and more pain, more and more abuse,
and with every growing second, her hate for her brother's best friend
increased, as the world that she knew grew farther and farther away, and
finally she sunk into the black unconscious, the only place where her poor
body received rest.