AN: Hey, It's me again. I'm working at it again. I must keep working. Why? Cause I'm bored.
This is dedicated to whoever snitched. I hate you.
********************** Chapter 2 ****************
I woke and felt coldness on the bed. Harry had left for work. Sighing, I got out of bed and walked into the bathroom to shower. As usual, I was late for work, which was bad because I had a new partner on a case I was working on. My old partner, Lillian, had been fired from the firm.
I work as a wizard/witch lawyer. We help Wizards/witches who have gotten in trouble with the magical or muggle law. I was dealing with a murder case. A wizard had murdered an entire muggle family. Instead of using a spell, he did it with his own bare hands. A relative, who I was representing, basically had the case.
I dressed in my usual black suit and apperated to the firm. I walked past the busy secretaries and walked into a room with glass around it. It was my office. My secretary, as usual, was late for work. I had just sat down, when the door opened.
"There you are," a warm voice said. I looked up to see my boss, Robert Clemens. He's a nice man, but a bit forgetful at times. He stands at about 6'0" and has nice hazel eyes and sandy blonde hair. He has pale skin and always wears a business suit. He deals with the muggles most of the time, so he couldn't wear robes.
"You were looking?" I asked, wondering why he was looking for me.
"Your new partner is here," he said, gesturing for a man outside to come in.
In walked a very handsome man. He had long blonde hair that he wore in a ponytail and pale skin. He stood at about 5'10" and had the most dazzling gray eyes and was wearing a white suit with a black shit on the inside. He had shiny black shoes on his feet.
"This is your partner," Mr. Clemens said. "Mrs. Potter. Potter, this is Mr. Malfoy, our new lawyer." This shocked me even more. This was DRACO MALFOY? He had been missing for about 5 or 6 years. No one knew where he had sneaked off to.
"We know each other," he told the boss, looking me over.
"Good," he said. "I'll leave you to it." With that, Mr. Clemens left the room, leaving the two of us alone.
"How are you doing Virginia?" he asked, sitting in the chair in front of my desk.
"Fine," I told him, over the shock.
"I heard you married Potter," he said, looking around my office.
"I did 3 years ago," I told him. "Things have been really great, even though we haven't had any kids yet."
"Why not?" he asked, looking at me. "With that Weasley blood, I would've thought you'd have 4 by now."
"I had a miscarriage," I told him, looking at my desk. "Twice. We decided to wait a while before trying again."
"That's sad," he said, his voice laced with sympathy.
"What about you?" I asked, wanting to get off the subject.
"I'm fine," he said, looking around again. "I have my inheritance. I sold the manor and brought a new one. I haven't settled down yet, though. Haven't found the right girl."
"You will," I told him. "Now, let me explain to you everything we have so far…"
And we got to work, trying to figure out what would make our case relevant.
(AN: I have no idea what I'm saying, but I sound smart. RIGHT?)
*************************** After work ****************************
I apperated home and walked into the Master bedroom. I was bone tired from work. All I wanted to do was take a hot bath and sleep. But, I knew I wouldn't. Not with him around.
"Hey Gin," Harry said, walking into the room. He was, as usual, drinking whiskey. He always did that when he came home.
"Hello Harry," I said, sitting in my chair by the fire.
"So I heard you were working with Malfoy," he said, sitting in a chair next to mine, sipping his alcohol.
"I am," I told him.
"So what did you tell him?" Harry asked, looking me in the eye.
"About our marriage?" I asked, watching him nod his answer. "I told him we're happily married with no kids."
"Did you tell him how you lost the kids?" Harry asked, standing.
"No," I told him, shaking my head. I knew how he was when he was drunk.
"You're lying," he hissed, grabbing my arm.
"No," I screamed as he hauled me up, trying to get away. "I didn't. Harry please."
And the horrible cycle that is my life started over again. It was just liked how it was every night. He'd beat me senseless and then take me. Not caring if I was bleeding on him or if I was going through pain. All he cared was that he did it. And, as always, he left me alone afterwards.
************************ Next day *********************
As usual, Harry had left before I woke up. I passed out before I could fix myself up, so I'd be even later then usual. I walked into the bathroom and shower, cleaning my skin and the scrapes and bruises. Then, I climbed out and used the many creams I had to make the bruises fade so you could hardly see then and heal the cuts.
I put my black suit on, and apperated to work. Walking past all the secretaries, I looked to see that mine was still not at work. I shook my head and walked into my office. Inside, Draco sat, drinking some coffee. But, he was not alone.
Neville Longbottom, a friend from my school days, was string out the window, back to me. Then, he turned around, hearing my heals on the floor. Most women thought he was a sight to see. Pale, muscled arms, 5'11", short black hair, light blue eyes. They thought he was a classy looking guy.
But, Neville also had a few things that steered you away from that. He had an earring in his ear and a tongue ring that was visible when he was talking. He had tattoos on his body. One on his arm that was a heart being stabbed with a knife and one with a heart and his wife's name on it. The rest were on various places on his body.
"Hey Gin," he said, walking over and giving me a hug. "I wanted to stop by and check in on you. I know you haven't seen me much, but you know Angelica's pregnant. She's been rather moody and doesn't want to do what she's supposed to."
Angelica is his wife. They've been married about 2 years and are about to have their first child.
"It's okay," I told him, sitting at my desk. "Harry's kept me busy. And I have to work on this case."
"So nothing's changed?" he asked, sitting in the last chair in the room, next to Draco. "No new babies? No shopping sprees? No drinking 'til you pass out and somehow wind up in someone else's bed?"
"I don't think Potter would like that," Draco drawled, rolling his eyes.
"He didn't mind 4 years ago when she woke up next to me," Neville said, grinning. "I didn't mind either."
"Okay," I said, wanting to nip that conversation in the bud. "I have to work now."
"I don't wanna go back," Neville begged. "She's HORRIBLE. She keeps talking about baby room colors and names. Please don't send me back."
"Out," I told him, grinning.
"Horrible," Neville murmured, walking out. "Horrible, horrible woman."
I smiled as he walked out the door and down the hall, towards the exit.
"I didn't know he was married," Draco casually said, sipping his coffee.
"He is," I told him, looking at the stack of papers on my desk. "They've been married 2 years now. They're really cute together."
"So about the case," Draco said leaning closer.
And we got to work, trying to make the other person as guilty as possible.
*********************** After work ***********************
I apperated into the house. After taking off my coat, I waked to the master bedroom to find it empty. I sat in my chair in front of the constantly lit fireplace. I was wondering where Harry was, when a small house elf, Knobby, came into the room.
"Master won't be home," he said, looking at the floor. "He is out again."
Then, the creature ran from the room, back to the kitchens. I sighed and looked back into the fire. Him being gone meant he was with Ron, getting piss drunk. Then, he'd come home and be a bastard. I sighed again and got ready for bed, tired to the bone.
********************** Midnight *******************
I woke to the sound of a door slamming shut. Sitting up, I saw that it was Harry, stumbling across the room. You could tell by his unfocused eyes and tousled hair that he was drunk. Very drunk.
"Harry?" I asked, looking at him as he came towards me.
He grabbed me by the arm and lifted me out of bed.
"You'll be quiet," he whispered in my face. I could smell the alcohol in his face. "You'll be quiet and do as I say."
"Harry-" I said, but was stopped as he put his lips to mine.
I struggled against his grip, not wanting what he did. He pulled me back and threw me down on the hard wooden floor. Then, he climbed on top of me, holding my wrists in one arm.
"Harry," I begged. "Harry please."
But, he wouldn't listen. Not to me. He just went on anyway, not giving a damn about how much pain I felt or how many times I begged him. As I looked at him, I tried to remember the good days. When we were in love. But, that was so long ago. Almost 3 years ago. The day that he turned evil. The day that my heart died. The day we lost our son.
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A 6 month pregnant Ginny was sitting on her parents back porch, humming to herself as she watched the sun set.
"You okay?" Harry asked, watching his wife. They had been married for 6 months now. That's when she got pregnant.
"I'm fine," Ginny said, watching the sun. "Just a bit cold."
"I'll help you inside," he said, easily lifting her from her seat and taking her back inside. But, as they had just made it in, she moaned in pain and fell down.
"Ginny?" he asked, concerned.
"Call the doctor," she said as blood came flowing onto the white tiled floor.
He rushed to do so, but it was too late. No one could help. The doctor and her mother tried, but they could do nothing. The doctor said it could've been stress or she was straining herself. But, no one knew what it was for sure.
But, she would never forget. Never forget the way her loving husband, man of her dreams, looked as she went through that pain. As she lost their child. That look that was a mix of emotions: Hurt, disappointment, but most of all, blame.
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That was the last day. The last day that he was my love. The man who owned my heart. That was the last day I could ever say that I loved him. Because I don't. Not now anyway. Because this man is the one me into pieces.
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