Authors Note: Ok, so this is a new fan fiction. Im still gonna work on Out
of this world, but I really wanted to do a fan fiction about Ginny
discovering herself. I know it's a lot like other stories u read, but mines
gonna be a bit different. In any case don't read it if you don't know what
sex is. thas all Im sayin. o n I don't own ms Virginia Weasley, or ne1 else
I may pop into here later on. They r J.K. Rowling's
Deaf Chapter 1: Scared
He looked at her like the only thing she was, was a piece of meat. That's how they all looked at her. To be honest, she didn't blame them. But lying there in a stranger's bed that night, she couldn't help but let the tears slide. Her naked body felt cold and bruised as he rubbed up against her like an animal. The worst part, or maybe the best, was that she no longer felt anything. The sensations, they were real enough, but there was no emotion, not even cowardice.
It had been too long that Virginia Weasley had been in this business. Too long that she had suffered through the degrading turmoil that followed her every night. She was afraid to walk down a street without being recognized for who or what she was. Even more so, she was afraid to go back to the place she had once called home. The one place where she knew she would be taken in.
Virginia winced, half in pain from his thrusting, and half in pain from remembering. The scars she wore from that part of her life still bit and diving back into the shark pool would just open the wounds back up again. They weren't visible to the naked eye, and all the men that she had slept with over the past 3 years put together could never find them. But they were there. Still fresh from all the times she had peeled back the scabs and reopened them.
A lack of pressure on her lower abdomen told Virginia that he was done with her and she needed to leave. She always needed to leave. Leaving gave her the only sense of happiness that her job left to offer. The money she got for it was blood money, paid for with her own body, and sometimes with her own soul. Virginia pulled on the small black panties and her tight fitting green bellbottoms. The man that had strode into the shower moments before hadn't even bothered with her shirt so she needn't have worried about trying to find it. It was times like these when Virginia wished that robes were common for muggles to wear.
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It was worse for her tonight. She shouldn't even be doing it tonight, of all nights. But Virginia needed to get away from the pain in her heart. He had told her he would come back tonight. 4 yrs ago, he had said to her, looking her straight in the eye that he would return for her. And he hadn't. He had left her there alone in the dark place, for hours until she cried herself to sleep.
At home Virginia sank into her bed, staring at the white walls that surrounded her. The room was rather large, and tastefully decorated. Black and white photographs winked at her everywhere she turned. Most were taken by famous people who traveled everywhere in the world and had nothing to go back to. But 3 of them were hers.
One was of her sitting on his shoulders the day she graduated, her friends all surrounding her. They had all been so happy that day. Life outside of the school was the furthest from their minds as they had all laughed and reminisced. He had held her that day, so proud and she had felt happy because she had lived up to all of his expectations,
The second photo had been taken the day she left. It was of her home. The picture so sad and happy at the same time. So many memories were traced into the hills and the valleys, and the house itself. Some of them were memories that she wished she could return to and relive over and over again. And some were terrible memories, burned into the trees and the clouds. They washed over her like blood.
The last photo was of him, only him. It was always just him. He was sitting in an armchair, looking in the other direction, laughing. He was talking to a long forgotten friend that Virginia couldn't remember. The picture had been taken of him right before that night, right before she had left.
She stared at his face for long moments, trying to remember everything he had ever said. It seemed impossible to Virginia, even now after all these years, that he could be gone. In the picture he was so happy. Light almost radiated from his dazzling smile. She laughed remembering how much the girls had swooned when he had cut his hair in that ridiculous fashion.
Every night he still haunted her in her dreams. He kept saying those words to her, saying he'd be back. And every night she waited, hoping he might really come back this time. When he didn't she just felt disappointed and angry all over again. He should have come back for her!
Shaking herself mentally, Virginia got out of bed and went to go make coffee. The warm liquid always soothed her nerves, not quite like her Mum's muscle relaxer had, but it still worked. She missed her Mum, with her loud angry rants and her tireless worrying. Mrs. Weasley had loved her daughter so much and would've given anything to keep her safe. If she ever saw Virginia now, she would go mad.
Sighing, she poured the coffee into a blue mug that already had sugar and milk in it. Her dad would always drink his coffee that way. 2 scoops sugar and just enough cream to turn the mixture a creamy mocha color.
Her dad. He was, something else. Some might even go so far as to call HIM mad, but not her. She had bee his little girl, and even if he never let anyone else see, she had always known she was his favorite. There was one time in particular that stuck out in her memory. It had been right after her first year, and she had dreamed about being back in the chamber. She had stumbled down the stairs drowsily, thinking she might get a glass of warm milk, and her dad had been there. She remembered sitting in his lap on the armchair, not talking, just taking comfort in his arms.
She also remembered how Ron had come down looking for her and found them both asleep in the chair. He had offered to take her back up to bed, but she had declined. Virginia loved him, but he seemed to want her to lean on him too often. She hadn't wanted to be his baby sister anymore. Now, after all the years of loneliness and tears, though, she would give anything to have that place in his heart again.
Tears welled up in Virginia's honey-cinnamon eyes for the second time that night. She hated how she had left, and herself for leaving. She hated what she did to survive as oppose to going home. But most of all she hated him for leaving first, and for driving her to want to leave. The pain still itched at the back of her unstable mind.
'I need help'
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A/N: I'm not sure who he is yet so if u have ideas u can tell me n ill consider them.. newayz did ya like it?? Read n review pweeze, n ill luv ya 4ever, and keep reading out of this world.. im also writing a 7th heaven fanfic about simon realizing his homosexuality and trying to del with it, so keep a lookout for that. thanx luv yas all R/R byeeee
Deaf Chapter 1: Scared
He looked at her like the only thing she was, was a piece of meat. That's how they all looked at her. To be honest, she didn't blame them. But lying there in a stranger's bed that night, she couldn't help but let the tears slide. Her naked body felt cold and bruised as he rubbed up against her like an animal. The worst part, or maybe the best, was that she no longer felt anything. The sensations, they were real enough, but there was no emotion, not even cowardice.
It had been too long that Virginia Weasley had been in this business. Too long that she had suffered through the degrading turmoil that followed her every night. She was afraid to walk down a street without being recognized for who or what she was. Even more so, she was afraid to go back to the place she had once called home. The one place where she knew she would be taken in.
Virginia winced, half in pain from his thrusting, and half in pain from remembering. The scars she wore from that part of her life still bit and diving back into the shark pool would just open the wounds back up again. They weren't visible to the naked eye, and all the men that she had slept with over the past 3 years put together could never find them. But they were there. Still fresh from all the times she had peeled back the scabs and reopened them.
A lack of pressure on her lower abdomen told Virginia that he was done with her and she needed to leave. She always needed to leave. Leaving gave her the only sense of happiness that her job left to offer. The money she got for it was blood money, paid for with her own body, and sometimes with her own soul. Virginia pulled on the small black panties and her tight fitting green bellbottoms. The man that had strode into the shower moments before hadn't even bothered with her shirt so she needn't have worried about trying to find it. It was times like these when Virginia wished that robes were common for muggles to wear.
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It was worse for her tonight. She shouldn't even be doing it tonight, of all nights. But Virginia needed to get away from the pain in her heart. He had told her he would come back tonight. 4 yrs ago, he had said to her, looking her straight in the eye that he would return for her. And he hadn't. He had left her there alone in the dark place, for hours until she cried herself to sleep.
At home Virginia sank into her bed, staring at the white walls that surrounded her. The room was rather large, and tastefully decorated. Black and white photographs winked at her everywhere she turned. Most were taken by famous people who traveled everywhere in the world and had nothing to go back to. But 3 of them were hers.
One was of her sitting on his shoulders the day she graduated, her friends all surrounding her. They had all been so happy that day. Life outside of the school was the furthest from their minds as they had all laughed and reminisced. He had held her that day, so proud and she had felt happy because she had lived up to all of his expectations,
The second photo had been taken the day she left. It was of her home. The picture so sad and happy at the same time. So many memories were traced into the hills and the valleys, and the house itself. Some of them were memories that she wished she could return to and relive over and over again. And some were terrible memories, burned into the trees and the clouds. They washed over her like blood.
The last photo was of him, only him. It was always just him. He was sitting in an armchair, looking in the other direction, laughing. He was talking to a long forgotten friend that Virginia couldn't remember. The picture had been taken of him right before that night, right before she had left.
She stared at his face for long moments, trying to remember everything he had ever said. It seemed impossible to Virginia, even now after all these years, that he could be gone. In the picture he was so happy. Light almost radiated from his dazzling smile. She laughed remembering how much the girls had swooned when he had cut his hair in that ridiculous fashion.
Every night he still haunted her in her dreams. He kept saying those words to her, saying he'd be back. And every night she waited, hoping he might really come back this time. When he didn't she just felt disappointed and angry all over again. He should have come back for her!
Shaking herself mentally, Virginia got out of bed and went to go make coffee. The warm liquid always soothed her nerves, not quite like her Mum's muscle relaxer had, but it still worked. She missed her Mum, with her loud angry rants and her tireless worrying. Mrs. Weasley had loved her daughter so much and would've given anything to keep her safe. If she ever saw Virginia now, she would go mad.
Sighing, she poured the coffee into a blue mug that already had sugar and milk in it. Her dad would always drink his coffee that way. 2 scoops sugar and just enough cream to turn the mixture a creamy mocha color.
Her dad. He was, something else. Some might even go so far as to call HIM mad, but not her. She had bee his little girl, and even if he never let anyone else see, she had always known she was his favorite. There was one time in particular that stuck out in her memory. It had been right after her first year, and she had dreamed about being back in the chamber. She had stumbled down the stairs drowsily, thinking she might get a glass of warm milk, and her dad had been there. She remembered sitting in his lap on the armchair, not talking, just taking comfort in his arms.
She also remembered how Ron had come down looking for her and found them both asleep in the chair. He had offered to take her back up to bed, but she had declined. Virginia loved him, but he seemed to want her to lean on him too often. She hadn't wanted to be his baby sister anymore. Now, after all the years of loneliness and tears, though, she would give anything to have that place in his heart again.
Tears welled up in Virginia's honey-cinnamon eyes for the second time that night. She hated how she had left, and herself for leaving. She hated what she did to survive as oppose to going home. But most of all she hated him for leaving first, and for driving her to want to leave. The pain still itched at the back of her unstable mind.
'I need help'
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A/N: I'm not sure who he is yet so if u have ideas u can tell me n ill consider them.. newayz did ya like it?? Read n review pweeze, n ill luv ya 4ever, and keep reading out of this world.. im also writing a 7th heaven fanfic about simon realizing his homosexuality and trying to del with it, so keep a lookout for that. thanx luv yas all R/R byeeee