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Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all his friends do not belong to me. If they did, they'd be cooking my breakfast and cleaning my room right now. MWAHAHAHA!
*~*Chapter Three*~*
Never Hit a Lady
Ginny and Angel (who had come inside in time for prayer) stood by the counters while the group crowded around the opposite side with Styrofoam plates. The missionaries were the servers so they brought the pots and ladles and forks over to serve dinner. And with that, they divvied up the Angel's good cooking to all the people. When it was Harry's turn to receive dinner, Ginny took his plate, slopped soup into the built in bowl and passed it back to him, glaring. Harry shrugged and moved down the line towards Angel. When Ginny was next handed a plate, she looked up into the liquid silver eyes of Draco Malfoy. She ladled him some soup and gave him a small smile. He grinned back broadly, but before she could hand him the plate, a chorus of loud and angry dog barks rang out through the night. Then came the horrible sound of growling and the gnashing of teeth mixed with a man's raged shouts. The loudest of all the man's cries rang out right before a series of pained squeals and whimpers. Ginny shoved the plate at Draco, almost spilling his soup and dropped the ladle in the pot. She whipped around and met Angel's terrified gaze with her own. "Carlos!" they both screamed at the same time, leaping over the food table and running out the front doors, leaving all onlookers stunned, confused, and curious.
Ginny was the first to reach the door. She flung it wide open and bolted off the patio and jumped onto the driveway, Angel a few steps behind. Ginny and Angel's feet crunched loudly against the driveway as they searched for the cause of the raucous. "Come on, Angel!" Ginny yelled as she pulled Angel along after her. Like usual, Ginny got there first, and she was just in time too, for if she had been a second later, she wouldn't have see Carlos brutally kick Riva. "CARLOS SANRIO! You stay away from my dog! I'm warning you. If you so much as touch Riva or Oogli (A/N: That was the name of the orphanage's dog down in Mexico. He was really sweet) again I will have you arrested." Ginny yelled dangerously, not caring that all of Chile probably heard her. Ginny glared at him and led the dogs back to LDM. On the way, she met Angel who had stopped when she turned to head back to LDM when she saw Ginny yelling at her husband. Angel thought, looking up at the heavens for guidance. She didn't speak -for fear of Carlos hearing- until they reached the LDM common room.
"Ginny, Don't you think that that was a bit harsh. Carlos probably didn't do anything. You know him. He's always in the wrong place at the wrong time. Riva and Oogli were probably fighting and he tried to stop it. Don't go too hard on him. Don't you trust my husband?" Angel went for the guilt trip, knowing that her story was highly unlikely considering the facts that: 1. Riva is a female German shepherd and Oogli is a male greyhound. 2. Carlos had kicked and hurt the dogs, not the other way around.
"No, I don't trust him. I've been watching him. He isn't faithful to you and he doesn't love you!" When Angel gave Ginny a stunned look that obviously said, 'How did you know that?' Ginny rolled her eyes. "If he loved you, Angel, he wouldn't hurt you," Ginny stated, giving her words a duel meaning realizing that everyone in the room had gone quiet and was listening to their conversation, "If he loved you, There wouldn't be holes in your bedroom wall and you wouldn't have to wear so much make up to cover up your bruises. Yes, I know you have scars and bruises. Why didn't I do anything, you ask? I did. Last Spring I called the police while you were on your way home from the market. They got here before you did, but Carlos bribed them away. He used the Mission's money, too. That night he beat the hell out of you. It's worse for you when I do, do something than when I let it slide. File for divorce- for your safety and mine and frankly for the safety of the mission. Please, you can't just let him get away with this. Let him go. Leave him. I see what he does to you. I suggest that you change the lock combination on your safety deposit box and sleep in the dorms tonight. I'll take care of the rest. Go!" Angel, who by now was sobbing ran for the staircases. As soon as she was out of sight, Carlos thundered into LDM and rounded on Ginny.
"Just you wait, Weasley. I'll find out whatever you told Angel. If I don't like it, then its curtains for you." He stormed across the room sending such a glare at everyone that most of them cringed violently. Ginny thought fast, racking her mind for something to say to stall him while Angel finished.
"Are you always this confident, Carlos?" Ginny questioned coolly, brown eyes piercing the back of his neck as he stopped and jerked violently around to face her.
"When my opponent is so unable."
Ginny's anger rose to apogee, "You call this unable?" and with that she threw her fist back and hit him in the jaw as hard as she could muster. Carlos was spun face first onto the floor. Before his head hit the tile, he caught himself and pushed back until he was upright and facing Ginny. Ginny's eyes were wide. The only way that you could tell he had been hit was the trail of blood running from his mouth down his chin.
"Why, you bitch." Carlos uttered in a low, monotone right before he brought a left hook straight into Ginny's stomach. Ginny doubled over in pain, her face screwed up into a wince. She was tottering on her feet and she thought she was going to fall over when she felt a pair of strong arms snake their way around her waist to keep her upright. Wide- eyed, she rested her head on the person's shoulder and looked up to see the beautiful face of Draco Malfoy furrowed with controlled rage and concern. Draco looked down at her and pulled her extremely close so as to free one arm yet still be able to support her. Draco tore his gaze from Ginny and locked eyes meaningfully with Carlos. Onlookers wouldn't be able to tell that Draco was muttering instructions to Ginny out of the corner of his mouth. They would think that he was just standing there, staring down the ruthless Carlos Sanrio. Nobody noticed that Mr. Harry Potter was sitting in the back of the room writing furiously on a pocket notepad.
Ginny did as Draco so silently instructed. She carefully reached her hand into his back pocket and eased his wand out. Then she placed it inconspicuously in the hand that Draco was holding her with. Then she did the second part of the plan, which involved her tapping into her acting skills. She was to press up against him, wrap her arms around his waist hold tight, rest her head on his shoulder, and pretend to look at Carlos with utter fear. she thought, but she did as she was told. Apparently she did her job, all too well, for Draco looked down at her with a questioning gaze. She didn't answer but held on tighter. Back on task, Draco looked up at Carlos, placing his forefingers on his tense neck. "Never hit a lady." Draco stated icily, pointedly glaring after every word. When he was finished, he put pressure on Carlos's lower neck and muttered "Stupefy" from where he stood. Anyone who wasn't close enough to hear Draco would have thought he had used the old trick with the pressure point to knock Carlos out, but Ginny knew what had really happened as she watched Carlos's unconscious body slump to the floor.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all his friends do not belong to me. If they did, they'd be cooking my breakfast and cleaning my room right now. MWAHAHAHA!
*~*Chapter Three*~*
Never Hit a Lady
Ginny and Angel (who had come inside in time for prayer) stood by the counters while the group crowded around the opposite side with Styrofoam plates. The missionaries were the servers so they brought the pots and ladles and forks over to serve dinner. And with that, they divvied up the Angel's good cooking to all the people. When it was Harry's turn to receive dinner, Ginny took his plate, slopped soup into the built in bowl and passed it back to him, glaring. Harry shrugged and moved down the line towards Angel. When Ginny was next handed a plate, she looked up into the liquid silver eyes of Draco Malfoy. She ladled him some soup and gave him a small smile. He grinned back broadly, but before she could hand him the plate, a chorus of loud and angry dog barks rang out through the night. Then came the horrible sound of growling and the gnashing of teeth mixed with a man's raged shouts. The loudest of all the man's cries rang out right before a series of pained squeals and whimpers. Ginny shoved the plate at Draco, almost spilling his soup and dropped the ladle in the pot. She whipped around and met Angel's terrified gaze with her own. "Carlos!" they both screamed at the same time, leaping over the food table and running out the front doors, leaving all onlookers stunned, confused, and curious.
Ginny was the first to reach the door. She flung it wide open and bolted off the patio and jumped onto the driveway, Angel a few steps behind. Ginny and Angel's feet crunched loudly against the driveway as they searched for the cause of the raucous. "Come on, Angel!" Ginny yelled as she pulled Angel along after her. Like usual, Ginny got there first, and she was just in time too, for if she had been a second later, she wouldn't have see Carlos brutally kick Riva. "CARLOS SANRIO! You stay away from my dog! I'm warning you. If you so much as touch Riva or Oogli (A/N: That was the name of the orphanage's dog down in Mexico. He was really sweet) again I will have you arrested." Ginny yelled dangerously, not caring that all of Chile probably heard her. Ginny glared at him and led the dogs back to LDM. On the way, she met Angel who had stopped when she turned to head back to LDM when she saw Ginny yelling at her husband. Angel thought, looking up at the heavens for guidance. She didn't speak -for fear of Carlos hearing- until they reached the LDM common room.
"Ginny, Don't you think that that was a bit harsh. Carlos probably didn't do anything. You know him. He's always in the wrong place at the wrong time. Riva and Oogli were probably fighting and he tried to stop it. Don't go too hard on him. Don't you trust my husband?" Angel went for the guilt trip, knowing that her story was highly unlikely considering the facts that: 1. Riva is a female German shepherd and Oogli is a male greyhound. 2. Carlos had kicked and hurt the dogs, not the other way around.
"No, I don't trust him. I've been watching him. He isn't faithful to you and he doesn't love you!" When Angel gave Ginny a stunned look that obviously said, 'How did you know that?' Ginny rolled her eyes. "If he loved you, Angel, he wouldn't hurt you," Ginny stated, giving her words a duel meaning realizing that everyone in the room had gone quiet and was listening to their conversation, "If he loved you, There wouldn't be holes in your bedroom wall and you wouldn't have to wear so much make up to cover up your bruises. Yes, I know you have scars and bruises. Why didn't I do anything, you ask? I did. Last Spring I called the police while you were on your way home from the market. They got here before you did, but Carlos bribed them away. He used the Mission's money, too. That night he beat the hell out of you. It's worse for you when I do, do something than when I let it slide. File for divorce- for your safety and mine and frankly for the safety of the mission. Please, you can't just let him get away with this. Let him go. Leave him. I see what he does to you. I suggest that you change the lock combination on your safety deposit box and sleep in the dorms tonight. I'll take care of the rest. Go!" Angel, who by now was sobbing ran for the staircases. As soon as she was out of sight, Carlos thundered into LDM and rounded on Ginny.
"Just you wait, Weasley. I'll find out whatever you told Angel. If I don't like it, then its curtains for you." He stormed across the room sending such a glare at everyone that most of them cringed violently. Ginny thought fast, racking her mind for something to say to stall him while Angel finished.
"Are you always this confident, Carlos?" Ginny questioned coolly, brown eyes piercing the back of his neck as he stopped and jerked violently around to face her.
"When my opponent is so unable."
Ginny's anger rose to apogee, "You call this unable?" and with that she threw her fist back and hit him in the jaw as hard as she could muster. Carlos was spun face first onto the floor. Before his head hit the tile, he caught himself and pushed back until he was upright and facing Ginny. Ginny's eyes were wide. The only way that you could tell he had been hit was the trail of blood running from his mouth down his chin.
"Why, you bitch." Carlos uttered in a low, monotone right before he brought a left hook straight into Ginny's stomach. Ginny doubled over in pain, her face screwed up into a wince. She was tottering on her feet and she thought she was going to fall over when she felt a pair of strong arms snake their way around her waist to keep her upright. Wide- eyed, she rested her head on the person's shoulder and looked up to see the beautiful face of Draco Malfoy furrowed with controlled rage and concern. Draco looked down at her and pulled her extremely close so as to free one arm yet still be able to support her. Draco tore his gaze from Ginny and locked eyes meaningfully with Carlos. Onlookers wouldn't be able to tell that Draco was muttering instructions to Ginny out of the corner of his mouth. They would think that he was just standing there, staring down the ruthless Carlos Sanrio. Nobody noticed that Mr. Harry Potter was sitting in the back of the room writing furiously on a pocket notepad.
Ginny did as Draco so silently instructed. She carefully reached her hand into his back pocket and eased his wand out. Then she placed it inconspicuously in the hand that Draco was holding her with. Then she did the second part of the plan, which involved her tapping into her acting skills. She was to press up against him, wrap her arms around his waist hold tight, rest her head on his shoulder, and pretend to look at Carlos with utter fear. she thought, but she did as she was told. Apparently she did her job, all too well, for Draco looked down at her with a questioning gaze. She didn't answer but held on tighter. Back on task, Draco looked up at Carlos, placing his forefingers on his tense neck. "Never hit a lady." Draco stated icily, pointedly glaring after every word. When he was finished, he put pressure on Carlos's lower neck and muttered "Stupefy" from where he stood. Anyone who wasn't close enough to hear Draco would have thought he had used the old trick with the pressure point to knock Carlos out, but Ginny knew what had really happened as she watched Carlos's unconscious body slump to the floor.
