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Chapter 7

A/N: WARNING: References to rape in this story….

"Draco? What the fuck are you doing?" Ginny screeched, wrenching herself from the man's clutches.

She stared at him, taking in his tall, stocky build, the black hair falling lazily over his face, green eyes shimmering.

"Harry?" she whispered.

Harry looked away from her, his cheeks glowing, and bashfulness creeping over his face.

"You call him Draco then do you?" he drawled.

"You sound like him," Ginny replied.

"I do? Maybe that'll make you want to have rampant sex with me at all hours of the morning," Harry snapped.

"Don't talk like that! You know I didn't want it to happen!" Ginny shot.

Harry turned away from her.

"Don't make it out like I should feel sorry for you."

"YOUR SO CONCIETED!" Harry shouted, "How could you do this to me? Me? I've stood by you, through thick and thin. You were my EVERYTHING!"

Ginny jumped, he was getting scary. She cowered away from him as he advanced on her.

"I love you! I always have and always will. Why have you done this to me? You lie and cheat, I thought this was going to the one! You were my fucking EVERYTHING!"

"Yeah. And you were mine. But what you said to me back at Bill and Fleur's has changed everything,"

"So you go out and sleep with the next person you find?" Harry shouted.

"He wasn't the next person I found. I went to tell him about Tiffany, and stuff happened,"

"Stuff happened. Stuff happened! Stuff happens all the time, but it's not usually as bad as this!" Harry glared at Ginny, then flopped into a chair and put his head in his hands.

"I'm sorry. But we have history,"

"I have history with Cho, but I don't want to jump into her knickers every now and then," Harry whispered.

"Look Harry. I don't love him, hell I don't even like him!" Ginny murmured.

"Then why were you coming to meet him?" Harry asked.

Ginny looked at him, perplexed. How did he know?

"How do you know I was coming to meet him?"

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Look Harry. Some stuff has changed. I don't feel for you like I used to…"

"So one night with Malfoy and everything changes. A whole 10 years of my life down the drain after one night with a Malfoy. He must really good." Harry looked at a bunch of flowers on the table he was sat next to. They were whit orchids. My favourite, she thought…Dawning spread over her face and sped through her mind like a rocket. Overwhelmed with so much emotion she flung herself at Harry and kissed him, hard on the mouth. Harry obliged and kissed her back. Eventually she pulled away.

"I'm so sorry Harry…" she whispered, her face an inch or so away from his, his breath tickled her face, warm and soft. She drank him in, she kissed him again, one hand wrapping itself around his head embedding itself amongst his rich black hair, the other around his neck, down his back, tracing his spine, pulling him in, wanting him.

Her legs entwined themselves around his body so she was sitting on his lap. Harry's hands were wrapped around her waist, moving, feeling her. Suddenly he stood up, lifting her and began walking towards the other side of the room, all the while kissing Ginny like he'd never kissed her before.

"I love you…" he whispered, pulling slightly away from her. Ginny felt herself slacken, and she stopped kissing him. Harry tried to continue but she pushed his face away and fell from his arms.

"What?" he moaned, longing for her mouth.

"I can't Harry, I don't know what it is…" Ginny moved one hand across her mouth, as if trying to rub away what had just happened.

"Gin. I love you, why can't we…I forgive you gin. Please, just…" He stared hopelessly at the floor.

"I…I – I don't love you Harry," she blurted out. They stood there in silence for a moment of two.

"What do you mean you don't love me? You're getting married to me, of course you love me!" she spat suddenly.

"You could force me down the isle, you could make me say 'I do', but I would be living a lie, and that is not good enough." She replied plainly.

"Then that's what you'll do. Gin, you can't leave me like this! No way!" Harry spluttered, "Live a lie, no one cares!"

"BUT I CARE!" Ginny hollered at him, "I care…I couldn't do it you, and I couldn't do it to myself,"

"Here we go again. It's all about you isn't it? Can't you think of someone else's happiness for once in your god damn life?"

"Shut up, Harry. I can't go through with this. I just…don't love you,"

"Then I'm going to have to make you love me," Harry whispered, an odd glint shone in his eyes, "I'm going to show you how much I love you."

Draco burst through the door of the Hog's Head, the clock read a quarter past one.

He quickly ordered a Scotch and sat down waiting for Ginny. At least he could pretend he'd been early.

The Scotch came and went, so did another and another. Eventually he gave up and walked out of the pub, hate for the Weasely girl seething inside of him.

"What do you mean?" Ginny asked uncertainly.

"Why don't you come over to me and find out," Harry took a step towards her, there was something about the way in which he spoke that sent shivers down Ginny's spine.

She backed away from him as he advanced on her.

"I'm not gonna hurt you. Well, that all depends on whether you want to know how much I really love you!"

"Get away from me Harry. I'm warning you!"

"Oh God! I'm scared!" he replied patronizingly. "Accio wand," Harry said lazily and her wand zoomed out of her coat pocket and into his outstretched hand.

"Harry…now don't do anything you'll regret," she said steadily.

"Believe me. I won't," and he took one more step and he was on her. He began kissing her. Ginny froze and stood rigid against the wall she was leaned against.

He burrowed his head in her neck and began kissing there, with such aggression and force she winced.

"Harry, stop!" she whispered. He ignored her and began unbuttoning her shirt. "Harry," she tried pushing him away but he was too strong.

She was down to her bra now and he still hadn't stop, hungrily licking and kissing his way around her stomach. His hands reached for her zipper on her jeans. She hit him round the head, he didn't move, she hit him again.

"Get off me Harry, get off!" she tried shoving him away, but he was teasing her trousers down already. She fought to keep them up, but he was too strong. She screamed and attempted to run.

He muttered something and flicked his wand, and she suddenly found herself lying down on the bed, unable to move from it.

"Harry! Go away, stop it! I don't want to!" She looked over to see him undressing himself in a corner of the room.

"I don't care Ginny. I love you, you love me. What more is there to discuss, we usually do it, why not now?" he muttered.

"Thing's have changed, please Harry. Let's just think about things!" He advanced on her, he was totally naked now and eagerness blazed in his eyes.

She screamed, "HELP! HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME PLEASE! SOMEBODY HELP!"

"silencio!" he muttered and Ginny felt an odd sort of wave ripple though her throat. She screamed again, but nothing came out. Again she screamed and wriggled and attempted to free herself, but nothing worked. Nothing could stop Harry lowering himself onto her, and taking advantage…

Oh God, that was so hard to write. The next chapter should be very emotional! Please review, even if it's just to say, 'Woah, Harry's very OCC," But he would be wouldn't he? Wouldn't he?

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