Ginny didn't know.
She left the Gryffindor tower thinking she was going to meet with Draco.
He sent her an owl. He was going to meet her in Hogsmeade.
She didn't know.
When she got there she looked around. ''Draco?'' she called out his name.
''Ginny, I'm here. I've been awaiting you.''
She heard his voice in the corner, a dark shadow covering his face. She could make out a blood-red robe.
''Draco'' she giggled. ''What are you doing over there? Come here.''
He stepped out of the shadow.
She didn't know.
She backed up.
''You-'' her voice faltered.
''I'm not your precious Draco, eh? Sorry about that, Gin-Gin. But we'll still have our own fun, don't worry.''
She turned around to run, but when she turned, he appeared in front of her.
''You're not getting away this time,'' he hissed. ''Too long I waited just for the Potter boy to save you.''
He pushed her to the ground. He tore off her robes. Her mouth was covered, her screams couldn't be heard. Screams of help, screams of pain. He slammed into her, her eyes streamed with tears, she looked into his face, his red eyes glaring back at her.
Draco had gone to Ginny's room that night, a little surprise visit, he found the owl letter supposedly from him and ran to Hogsmeade as fast as he could.
He was too late.
He didn't know.
When he got there, her robes were bunched up in her hands, her fists clenched with pain, her knuckles white. She was lying in a pool of red blood, a stab wound in her stomach.
He ran to her.
He didn't know.
She didn't know.
She left the Gryffindor tower thinking she was going to meet with Draco.
He sent her an owl. He was going to meet her in Hogsmeade.
She didn't know.
When she got there she looked around. ''Draco?'' she called out his name.
''Ginny, I'm here. I've been awaiting you.''
She heard his voice in the corner, a dark shadow covering his face. She could make out a blood-red robe.
''Draco'' she giggled. ''What are you doing over there? Come here.''
He stepped out of the shadow.
She didn't know.
She backed up.
''You-'' her voice faltered.
''I'm not your precious Draco, eh? Sorry about that, Gin-Gin. But we'll still have our own fun, don't worry.''
She turned around to run, but when she turned, he appeared in front of her.
''You're not getting away this time,'' he hissed. ''Too long I waited just for the Potter boy to save you.''
He pushed her to the ground. He tore off her robes. Her mouth was covered, her screams couldn't be heard. Screams of help, screams of pain. He slammed into her, her eyes streamed with tears, she looked into his face, his red eyes glaring back at her.
Draco had gone to Ginny's room that night, a little surprise visit, he found the owl letter supposedly from him and ran to Hogsmeade as fast as he could.
He was too late.
He didn't know.
When he got there, her robes were bunched up in her hands, her fists clenched with pain, her knuckles white. She was lying in a pool of red blood, a stab wound in her stomach.
He ran to her.
He didn't know.
She didn't know.