He grabbed her arm and pushed her in the room. He pushed her with such force she lost her footing and fell to the ground. Seeing the look on his face, she did the only thing she knew she could: plead.

"Harry please," she begged as he inched closer.

"I'm tired on this Ginny," he said, looking at her with his jaw clenched. "I'm tired of putting up with you all the time. Especially the way you behave. I'm starting to believe what Malfoy used to say was true : that you're nothing but dirt. Dirt under the bottom of my shoe."

"Harry," she pleaded, tears streaming down her face.

"I've always hated it when you cried," he said, grabbing her by her arm and lifting her up.

She struggled, like she always did, and his hand tightened on her arm.

"Stop it," he growled. He slapped her across the face, causing her to sob harder.

"Stop." This time he struck her face with his fist, something he rarely did. It was the first of many blows he gave her face, causing her to sob harder. His fists moved all over her body, punishing her. She had crumpled into a heap on the ground and he started kicking her and laughing, finding her week and defenseless extremely humorous. Tired of hearing her sob, he simply ripped her clothes off and forced her on her back. With no warning, he shoved himself into her, causing her even more pain. When she started crying again, her grabbed her around her throat and squeezed hard, cutting off her sobs and cries. When he had finished, he rose and stripped off the rest of his clothes and went to bed, turning out the lights and leaving Ginny on the floor where she was still sobbing.

Where's the man I fell in love with? She asked herself, sobbing harder at the thought that brought back the memory of when it had first happened.

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She'd lost the baby a couple months ago. Harry hadn't slept with her at all. She was starting to wonder, to worry, whether he still loved her. Of course, she told herself many times, but it didn't get rid of the nagging thought at the back of her head.

He was talking to her less, which worried her. He was going out a lot and he was drinking more. Before, he never drank, but he drank every night almost now. He had the year off, so he could do all the drinking he wanted. But, it worried her.

She had been sleeping when he came in, smelling of the vodka he drank. When he climb on top of her, she had woken instantly.

"Shhh," he said, putting his hand over her mouth.

It was then that she noticed he had nothing on. Her fear left at the thought of Harry making love to her, glad that he really did love her and that he would show her how much.

"Now," he said, his voice hushed. "You've managed to somehow lose both of my children. I'm very disappointed in you Ginny. Those were supposed to be my heirs, to take everything when I leave. They were supposed to be everything I wanted to be, and do what I never did. But, somehow, you got rid of them. That was a very bad thing to do Ginny.

"I married you so you could give me babies, not kill them. Why do you think I spent so much time with you, wooing you? Because I loved you?" The laugh he gave broke her heart in two. "I never loved you Ginny. I just married you for two reasons: so I could make Ron happy, and so I could have some heirs. I never actually had feelings for you. You were always some girl who'd willingly do whatever I ask. The only good thing about marrying you was I could have you when I wanted.

"It was funny at first that you didn't sleep with me, and then it was annoying. That's why I was so ready to marry you. So I could have sex with you whenever and wherever I pleased. And, I think I could use some now."

"No," I said defiantly.

"No," he laughed.

"No," I told him again.

"Alright," he said. "But you remember you brought this upon yourself."

Before I knew it, he'd ripped my night gown in half. I struggled against him, trying to push him off. He laughed and slapped me across the face. I tried to scratch his face, hit him, anything, but he grabbed my arms in one of his hands and held them over my head while his other hand ripped of my under clothes.

He spread my legs apart and shoved into me, grunting lightly. I screamed at the pain I felt as he shoved himself into my body over and over. He slapped me, warning me to be quiet. I kept screaming, not to be defiant, but because I was in pain. His hand let go of my arms to grab my throat, strangling me as he enjoyed himself. I felt my lungs collapse as he released his seed and as he let me go and rolled over onto his side of the bed, I breathed deeply.

"Don't even think of doing anything," he warned me.

Hurt and angry, I tried when I was sure he was asleep. I had only struck him once on his back before he was over me, pounding my face and body. I cried at the forced he used on the punches, knowing I'd be bruised and battered before long.

"Clean yourself up," he said, going back to his side of the bed and going to sleep. "You're spilling blood on the bed."

I spent that night in the bathroom, sobbing and trying to get rid of the image of Harry's angry face out of my head.

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As I got ready for our regular lunch at the Burrow, which we did every Saturday, I noticed that there was a slight tinge of red on my right cheek. I did a make-up spell, hoping that no one would notice.

"Ready yet?" Harry asked gruffly.

"Yes," I said softly.

He had gotten the day off from work, which made me curious since he never got off of work, but I knew better then to ask questions. We went into the living room and flooed to the Burrow.

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"Ginny," my mother said, excited to see me. "It's been so long since I've seen you."

"It's been a week," I said, smiling at her. I returned the hug she gave me, genuinely happy to be home. The one happy thing Harry hadn't ruined or taken away.

"Good to see you Harry," she said, hugging him also.

"Molly," he said, a smile lighting up his face. But, I saw through that. He was a fake, a big one.

"Come one," she encouraged, walking out the door. "I just finished Lunch."

We walked behind her and sat at the table filled with food, my father reading the paper. Lavender sat near him, a blank look on her face as she drank her juice. Ron walked in just as we sat down, slapping Harry on the back. As they talked of Quidditch, I tried talking to Lavender.

"How's work?" I asked, feeling the need to talk.

"Boring," she answered, looking at the wall behind me.

"Read anything good lately?" I tried again.

"Nope," she said, taking another sip of her drink.

As we ate, it was mostly silent, Ron and Harry the only ones talking. All of a sudden, a crash was heard and Neville rushed into the room.

"Guys," he said, breathless. "Hermione went into labor. She's at St. Mungos."

"What?" Ron practically roared. "We have to hurry."

"Ron," I said calmly. "It takes hours to have babies. I'm sure Hermione is fine. She probably won't have it until tomorrow."

"We still have to be there," he said, rushing out of the room.

"I'm going with him," Harry said, standing up and leaving the room.

"I've got work," I said, standing also. "Are you going Lavender?"

"Might as well," she muttered.

I stood and, after saying good-bye, I left the room and apperated to work.

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I sat, typing at my desk, hoping the report wouldn't take too long. Harry would be upset I went to work and staying to long would just make things worse.

"I'll be gone for a while," Arial said, sticking her head in the room.

"Vacation?" I asked, looking up from the keyboard.

"Maternity leave," she said, looking at me. "I've just started showing and I think it'd be inappropriate to walk around here obviously pregnant. My replacement should be coming tomorrow."

"Okay," I said. "Congratulations on the baby by the way."

In reply, I got the sound of the door closing. I kept typing, sipping my Earl Grey. As I looked for where I placed my cup without thinking, I saw a slight stain on the desk. I thought it was a water stain on something, but it didn't look right.

Looks like semen, I thought. I hope Draco isn't shagging women on this desk.

Pushing those thoughts out of my head, I finished my report on the case and left the office, heading for the hospital

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It was early morning before Hermione gave birth. Howard, who stood by her side through the whole thing, could be heard, saying how happy he was and how much he loved her. We walked into the room then, seeing the happy could. Hermione didn't seem as happy, but it was probably the pain from what she had just gone through.

Howard, being the happy father, grabbed his child from the nurse and looked at it. In a flash, his face changed, causing the room to quiet.

"Red hair," he said, rounding on Hermione. "He has red hair."

"Howard," she sighed, closing her eyes. "You don't understand."

"I think I do," he said, his voice rising. "I should have seen it from the start. You two were always around each other. How could you do this to me Hermione? Why?"

"Why?" she screamed at him. "Because you were never around Howard! NEVER! Work always came before me! ALWAYS! Ron was around and he helped me out. He didn't ignore me and treat me the way you did. That's why! THAT'S WHY HOWARD!!"

"Well you know what," he said, his voice filled with anger. "You and him do as you please from now on. I don't care anymore Hermione. This marriage is over."

Practically shoving the baby into his arms, he growled, "Take your son." With one last look of loathing at Ron, he stormed out of the room, slamming the door and waking the baby.

As the baby broke into furious cries, Hermione sobbed, tears streaming down her face. As Ron tried to calm her down, Harry took the baby from her arms. I glanced at the other three people in the room, different expressions on their faces.

Neville looked shocked at the confession and argument, as though he couldn't believe it. Lavender looked as though she didn't give a care, drinking deeply from a flask. I watched as she pulled a fag from her purse and lit it, taking a deep drag. Angelica looked shocked also, but there was pity and something else I didn't understand on her face. I watched as she shook her head and rubbed her large stomach.

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When we apperated home, we put on our pajamas and climbed into bed. I was tired and just wanted to rest. I was nearly asleep, when Harry grabbed me around the neck, choking me.

"If you even think about fucking Malfoy and giving him an heir, I will kill you," he said, looking me in the eye. "Do you understand me Virginia or do I have to make sure you understand? You know how I get when I don't get my sleep."

I nodded quickly, knowing he'd be far worse to me than usual if I didn't.

"Good," he muttered, releasing me and sleeping on his side of the bed. I closed my eyes, filling my lungs with air. I was asleep within minutes, hoping he would stay asleep and then go to work. I knew all too well what he'd do if he was stuck with me for the rest of the day.

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SOMEONE made me write this, but I won't say who it is. I will just say they are a bitch and I regret ever reading their story and even thinking it was okay. And, in case anyone thinks this is cliché' I will give you 2 hints to the end of this:

Draco does not marry Ginny.

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People die at the end of this fic.

That's all I'm going to say……….More sick twists ahead ppl!!!!!!!