Pain
A/N: This isn't a very happy fic.... People who don't like stories without happy endings, don't read!
Oh, and I copied this scene from R.L. Stine's " What Holly Heard". Please read, excellent book!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does. I do not own this plot, R.L. Stine does.
PAIN
Ginny Weasley sighed and pulled her fiery red hair into a ponytail. She was standing outside the Quidditch changing room, waiting for her boyfriend, Harry Potter. He had just lost the Quidditch game, and was pretty mad.
In a few minutes the locker room door opened. Ginny jerked upright. Several players filed out, their hair wet from the showers. She searched for Harry.
Her brother, Ron Weasley, came out with Beater Dean Thomas and Beater Seamus Finnigan. He grinned triumphantly, still riding high about his best Keeper move yet.
Ginny caught his eye and waved. He waved back and jerked his head toward the locker room as it to say, ' Harry's coming.' Ginny nodded and Ron continued on with his teammates.
Finally, Hary came out, his Quidditch robes slung over his shoulder, his head down.
" Harry," Ginny called, her voice tight and shrill.
His head snapped toward her. His lower lip was swollen and red. He seemed to stare right through Ginny.
" Hey," he uttered curtly.
Ginny fell into step beside him. " What happened Harry? Are you all right?"
He stopped walking. " No, Ginny, I'm not. I came this close to getting kicked off the team, okay? Is that enough information for you?"
" Why? What happened?"
Harry snorted. " Weren't you watching the game? Draco Malfoy elbowed me on purpose. So I decked him."
He made a fake swing with his fist, and Ginny saw cuts on his knuckles from the punch.
She took a step backward. Harry didn't seem aware that she was there. The dryness in her mouth made it difficult to speak.
" You've been elbowed by Malfoy before..."
Harry laughed. A humorless laugh.
" Well, maybe this time it ticked me off," he sneered. " Malfoy thinks he can take shots at me. I don't like that."
He stepped closer to Ginny, glaring down at her. " Would you like it if someone pushed you around?"
He poked her in the shoulder with his free hand. Hard.
" Harry!" Ginny stumbled back a step, bumping into the wall behind her. She frantically searched up and down the hall. It was deserted.
" Would you?" he demanded, poking her shoulder again, even harder.
" Ow! Stop it, Harry!"
Ginny tried to slap his hand away. Harry caught it, crushing and twisting her fingers in his iron grip.
" Harry!"
" See?" he sneered. " You don't like it, either. Now you know how I feel with Malfoy, humilatied and like some kind of loser!"
Ginny tried to free her hand, but his grip remained locked. She stared into his eyes-- and saw only delight there.
Delight in the pain he was inflicting on her.
" Harry," Ginny gasped. " You're hurting me!"
He didn't seem to hear her.
He's going to break my hand! she realized.
The pain shot up her arm, and she started to scream.
The End
A/N: This isn't a very happy fic.... People who don't like stories without happy endings, don't read!
Oh, and I copied this scene from R.L. Stine's " What Holly Heard". Please read, excellent book!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does. I do not own this plot, R.L. Stine does.
PAIN
Ginny Weasley sighed and pulled her fiery red hair into a ponytail. She was standing outside the Quidditch changing room, waiting for her boyfriend, Harry Potter. He had just lost the Quidditch game, and was pretty mad.
In a few minutes the locker room door opened. Ginny jerked upright. Several players filed out, their hair wet from the showers. She searched for Harry.
Her brother, Ron Weasley, came out with Beater Dean Thomas and Beater Seamus Finnigan. He grinned triumphantly, still riding high about his best Keeper move yet.
Ginny caught his eye and waved. He waved back and jerked his head toward the locker room as it to say, ' Harry's coming.' Ginny nodded and Ron continued on with his teammates.
Finally, Hary came out, his Quidditch robes slung over his shoulder, his head down.
" Harry," Ginny called, her voice tight and shrill.
His head snapped toward her. His lower lip was swollen and red. He seemed to stare right through Ginny.
" Hey," he uttered curtly.
Ginny fell into step beside him. " What happened Harry? Are you all right?"
He stopped walking. " No, Ginny, I'm not. I came this close to getting kicked off the team, okay? Is that enough information for you?"
" Why? What happened?"
Harry snorted. " Weren't you watching the game? Draco Malfoy elbowed me on purpose. So I decked him."
He made a fake swing with his fist, and Ginny saw cuts on his knuckles from the punch.
She took a step backward. Harry didn't seem aware that she was there. The dryness in her mouth made it difficult to speak.
" You've been elbowed by Malfoy before..."
Harry laughed. A humorless laugh.
" Well, maybe this time it ticked me off," he sneered. " Malfoy thinks he can take shots at me. I don't like that."
He stepped closer to Ginny, glaring down at her. " Would you like it if someone pushed you around?"
He poked her in the shoulder with his free hand. Hard.
" Harry!" Ginny stumbled back a step, bumping into the wall behind her. She frantically searched up and down the hall. It was deserted.
" Would you?" he demanded, poking her shoulder again, even harder.
" Ow! Stop it, Harry!"
Ginny tried to slap his hand away. Harry caught it, crushing and twisting her fingers in his iron grip.
" Harry!"
" See?" he sneered. " You don't like it, either. Now you know how I feel with Malfoy, humilatied and like some kind of loser!"
Ginny tried to free her hand, but his grip remained locked. She stared into his eyes-- and saw only delight there.
Delight in the pain he was inflicting on her.
" Harry," Ginny gasped. " You're hurting me!"
He didn't seem to hear her.
He's going to break my hand! she realized.
The pain shot up her arm, and she started to scream.
The End