Make Me Happy

Chapter Twelve: Make Over

'I don't know why I can't feel inside
Trying to hide, can't make it all right
It's overkill, now I'm ready to fight (ready to fight)

I don't need nobody trying to make me over (make me over)
I just wanna live simple and free
I just wanna get away
Save it, all your bullshit, for another day'
           - Make Over by Christina Aguilera

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          Ginny awoke in a brightly lit apartment, her body aching with pain. Trying to move her wrist, she realizes she'd been tied to a chair with rope around her wrists and ankles. She gave a great sigh. She glanced around her again to see pictures of a tall, dark, handsome wizard with a young woman around her own age with shoulder length brown hair. Ginny immediately recognized her as one of Hermione's co-workers – Samantha Conan. Ginny gave a screech as she saw what looked to be a familiar red head below, noticing she was sitting in an apartment above Hogsmeade, but her attempt failed as she realized she had been put under the silencing spell.

          Ginny closed her eyes again, and imagined Harry standing there in front of her until she heard the door creak open in front of her. The man from the pictures strolled in, whistling different tunes to himself and holding a lunch tray with a glass of water and a turkey sandwich.

          "Ah, finally awake, Mrs. Potter? It's about time." The strange man paused. "I made you lunch. Pregnant people do need their vitamins after all." He picked up the sandwich and held it for Ginny to take a bite. She was hesitant, but her aching, starving body took over and took a big bite out of it. As she got closer and closer to his hand, she decided to take a chance and try to bite his fingers. She clamped down hard where his fingers had been, but he was too fast.

          "No biting now! Tsk tsk." He picked up the glass of water and held it to her pale, chapped lips. "Drink up."

          Ginny stared out the window as the strange man left the room with the tray. She gasped as she realized the apartment was right above Fred and George's joke shop, WWW.

          "Figured out where you are yet?" He entered the room again, shutting the door behind him. Ginny stared at him coldly. "Those eyes… Hermione never mentioned how pretty you are. Picture don't do you justice," Ginny flinched as his hand brushed her chin. Her face showed disgust. That silencing charm isn't gonna do. If you scream, there will be serious consequences – understand?" He looked down at her with almost a loving expression on her face which made Ginny's lips curl that much more, but she nodded slowly in agreement.

          He performed the counter curse as Ginny felt a warm sensation swarm her body.

          "There," he said in a voice a little above a whisper. "Now let's hear that pretty voice."

          "Where am I?" Ginny asked coldly.

          "Hermione never told you?" The stranger walked around Ginny slowly. It hit her. This was the man who could very well be Hermione's child's father.

          "Kevin…" She gasped. She felt water building up in her eyes.

          "Quick one you are, Mrs. Potter," Kevin smiled menacingly.

          "How did I get here?"

          "The question is how are you going to get out of here?" He stopped in front of her and pulled up a chair from the wall behind him.

          "My husband and brothers will be looking for me, as I bet they are right now. They can inflict some serious pain." Ginny was fighting tears.

          "That's what got me into this mess in the first place –you're stupid prat of a brother." He sighed. Ginny's anger boiled inside of her. She pulled at her bindings.

          "Calm down, Mrs. Potter," he demanded, the menacing, almost amused expression still plastered on his tanned face.

          "Don't call any of my brothers a stupid prat," Fury welled up inside quickly.

          "And what exactly are you going to do about it? You're the one tied to a chair – not me." He let out an evil laugh. Ginny's tears were growing steadily faster than the fury.

          "Why do you want me?" Ginny's curiosity was now building as well.

          "Well, for one, she told you too much," He paused. "I finally have everything I ever wanted and that little bitch had to go and ruin it."

          "Excuse me for interrupting, but that 'stupid bitch' didn't exactly get pregnant all by herself!" Ginny exclaimed, a tear escaped her chestnut brown eye.

          "Yeah, yeah, whatever. My career was the best it's ever been! I'm engaged…" He stared out the window.

          "Until you got her pregnant…" Ginny's voice trailed off.

          "Right."

          "So what have I got to do with anything?"

          "Haven't I told you!? You could go to the Ministry with everything and ruin my career – my future!" He stood immediately with such force the wooden chair he was seated in went flying to the wall.

          "And ruin my best friend's marriage to my own brother and reputation? Now why would I do that?" Ginny was sniffling, still trying to keep the tears bottled up.

          "Well, to be honest… I need money, because being 'missing' for six months can really hurt a person's income and that ransom letter I just delivered to your husband should pay off my rent for the next three or so years."

          Ginny's mouth gaped open in shock.

          "Ransom?"

          "Half a million by midnight or you, my dear, are as dead as your mother and father-in-law!" He laughed evilly for a second time and Ginny pulled her hardest at her bindings.

          "You evil man!" She screamed, tears flowing down her cheeks now.

          "I am evil and it feels… great."

          "What if when you realize me I go straight to Sam with all this? Talk about someone who can ruin your career and future!" She nodded her towards the pictures plastered all over the room.

          "How do you know my Sam?" His eyes looked calmer and softer now that the 'love of his life' was mentioned.

          "Hermione's company Christmas parties… she's such a sweet person. I've always liked her. I would hate to tell her that her soon-to-be husband is a crazy, psychotic asshole that got one of her friends pregnant and held another for ransom! Wouldn't that just suck for you!?" Ginny glared at him.

          He started to pace as his anger grew.

          "Don't talk about Sam!" He yelled.

          "Let's make a deal, then." Ginny said coolly, trying to reclaim the calm exterior she usually had.

          "You're in no position to bargain." Kevin shot at her.

          "Neither are you," said a familiar voice from the door. A voice that belonged to none other than the youngest of Ginny's brothers.

          "Who are you?" Kevin asked nervously as Ron's wand pointed at his heart.

          "Ronald Arthur Weasley married to Hermione Lynn Granger Weasley and I demand an explanation."

[Author's Notes! Wow, I hope this is a good cliffie for all you reviewers/readers who don't review out there! I love it… really I do. PLEASE TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK! I think there are only a couple of chapters left til the conclusion of 'Make Me Happy'! Please keep reading. I love knowing yall care. It's awesome. 3, peace, and pineapples [lol Abby] – Hannah Holt]