Abandon

Ginny Weasley had never felt like this before. Her stomach lurched painfully, her knees were shaking uncontrollably, her eyes blinking more than every millisecond, and her throat dry all at once. It was an incredibly distraught experience, of course, to see Devon in front of her. Devon, the boy she had met almost three years ago, when she was sixteen. He still looked the same; brown hair, twinkling blue eyes, but there was something different about him. Ginny could always remember him laughing, or his eyes sparkling with laughter, or smiling. This time, he wasn't smiling at all. There was a gleam in his eye that she did not like at all.

"Come on," someone whispered in her ear. She jumped, startled, and saw that it was Draco, clutching her shoulder, gripping it. A new sensation spread throughout her skin as he did this, and she moved away from him, gulping.

"Ginny," Devon said, her name moving out of his mouth sardonically. "Hello."

"Hi," she mumbled, an awful blush coming over her face. Draco nodded to Devon, then clutched Ginny by the arm. She froze, unmoving, still in disbelief, her gaze on Devon.

"Ginny, it's okay, it's me," Draco persuaded her, and before she knew it, she was being tugged away by him, not looking back at a boy she thought she had loved.

~*~

When Ginny and Draco entered the Burrow, what first met their eyes was the unusual sight before them. Boxes stacked high, several of them in disarray, scattered elsewhere.

"What happened here?" Draco muttered.

The answer to his question became highly visible as the twins entered the room, chattering. Fred looked at Ginny and promptly dropped the box he was holding.

"Gods, Gin, what the hell happened to you?" He observed her quivering chin, her sorrowful eyes, and her shaking shoulders with a look of familarity flashing in his eyes.

"Nothing," she murmured, her cheeks turning bright red to the tips of her ears and her neckline.

"Yes, that's obvious, since you look perfectly happy," George said sarcastically, picking up the box that Fred had dropped. Draco's eyes vaguely captured the outline of clothes inside.

"Oh, she just met this bastard when we were shopping," Draco mentioned casually. "I think he knew her."

"I see," George said, slightly uncomfortable that Draco had spoken directly to him in a civil manner. "Who was it?" he asked, looking down at the box, making conversation.

"Oh, Devon something, I didn't really..." he trailed off at the scandilized look on George's face.

"No, George, don't," Ginny suddenly pleaded, folding her arms over her chest, shaking her head at him. George gave an audible gulp and exited the living room without saying a word. Fred followed, with a few tense steps.

"What's wrong with them? Do you know Devon personally...or something?" Draco said, hesitating on the last words of his sentence. He glanced at the expression on her face that clearly said 'I know him more than personally', and didn't answer verbally.

"I should take these bags up, I have to wrap them...oh, damn, I forgot Harry's present..." Ginny flinched, twirling her hair around her fingertip agressively. "I can't do anything right today."

Before Draco could retort, she picked up the bags on the floor and took the same route the twins had taken, and left him looking after her, bewildered.

~*~

"I want you to get out of my house! Right now!"

"You can't do this! I am the one that helped you get out of Azkaban in the first place, I am the one..."

"That was two years ago, Draco. This is now."

"Why are you doing this, father? I've always listened to you...why can't you even..."

"It doesn't damn well matter. You sit around doing nothing everyday, accomplishing nothing at all...don't you think you brought shame to the Malfoy name when you were first born? You couldn't even beat a mudblood on the exams! I want you out of this house now..."

"Where am I going to go?" he shouted. "Huh? Where? I don't have any money..."

"And who's fault is that, Draco?" His father's eyes glittered with fury.

Draco gritted his teeth at the memory, burying his face in his hands, wringing his hair around his fingertips in frustration.

At that precise second, the door swung open, revealing a very drunk Harry Potter.

~*~

"You are very, very bad girl, you know that?"

She closed her eyes, letting the tears roll down her cheeks. "Stop it."

"Don't speak back to me, you filthy whore. Did you try to get out? ANSWER ME!" he thundered, grasping her neck by his hand, twisting it, snapping it...

Ginny's mind couldn't continue the memory. She fell facedown on her bed, drenching her pillow, breathing in slow, careful, sharp breaths.

"Ginny?"

Ginny looked up and saw it was Hermione, who had just entered, a look of concern over her face.

"It's..." the redhead paused as more tears followed throughout her cheeks and into her shirt. "I wish he were dead," Ginny croaked, surprised at what she had just said, but echoed it clearly. "I wish he was dead."

Hermione bit her lip, avoiding her eyes. "Do you?"

"Don't you believe me?"

Hermione ignored this question. "Get some rest, Ginny, I'll help you wrap your presents tomorrow." And with that, Hermione walked to her own bed and settled in it, turning her back on the crying girl.

~*~

"God, Potter, what the hell is wrong with you?"

"What am I doing here?" Harry looked around warily from his bed.

"You collapsed on the floor and I had to drag you in here."

"What?" Harry exclaimed, sitting up immediately. "What did you do, Malfoy?"

Draco's mouth curled into a smirk. "Would I ever do anything to you, Potter?" he said, blinking innocently at his nemesis.

"Yes...did you rape me?"

Draco snorted in disbelief.

"Yes, Potter, it's true, I made a whole lacerate scheme to get you into bed - I think you're still drunk."

"No, I am not," Harry argued, sitting up in bed, then toppling over to the floor. Draco rolled his eyes, glancing down at him.

"Yeah, I guess," he slurred.

"Why did you get drunk in the first place?"

"Huh? I don't remember..." Harry looked around, dazed.

"Hmmm...should I take advantage of your drunkenness?" Draco pondered aloud. Harry struggled to his feet, plopping down on the bed.

"Yeah, okay," Harry said, shrugging.

Draco's smirk vanished and a serious look covered his face. "Are you serious?"

"Huh? What?" he looked around frantically.

"Damn, how much did you drink?"

"Not a lot..." Harry said, wriggling his toes.

"Right," he answered, his voice dripping with dry sarcasm.

"Yup."

"Alright...I'll ask you something."

"Sure, sure," he said, still examining his toes with admiration.

"Well actually it's not a real question - just...tell me everything you can about Devon Myers."

Harry didn't answer. He considered his toes for a bit longer before looking up and answering.

"What do you want to know?"

~*~

Eugh, yeah, not a good chapter, but oh well, at least I enjoyed writing it :) The next chapter will have G/D don't worry.