A/n: The response to this chapter was much better than last. I still haven't decided if Harry's coming back. Or I could be lying to you? I'm soooo…evil. Bwahahahahaha…
Ginny waved a hand in front of her face to get rid of the smell that radiated off of Desmon. "I am not back." She said and made sure to stand up straight. "Must establish who's in charge." She thought to herself.
"Look to me…" Desmon started but staggered backward a bit before catching himself on the open door and continuing, "that you is standing on this, my, doorstep. Which makes me…" He hiccupped. "con…conloo… think you have come back to me."
Ginny was already annoyed with him. It was going to be hard enough to handle a sober Desmon, but a drunk one? This would be less dangerous yes, but more frustrating.
Ginny pushed him back into the house and slammed the door behind her. She steered him to the kitchen table, and sat him down. All the while making a mental note to sanitize her hands with bleach as soon as she got home.
She plunked the legal papers down in front of him, and lay a pen down on top. He looked at her with a drunken and confused look.
"Look Desmon. I need you to sign these papers. Let's get this over with as soon as possible, and you can get back to whatever…" She paused and took the nearly empty bottle from him, only touching it when her thumb and forefinger, and set it on the table. "…it was you were doing."
Desmon narrowed his eyes, and surveyed her. "What are they?" He asked with accusation.
Ginny sighed. "They are just papers that say you can have the house and car, and that I won't pursue legal action to get them. I don't need them any more." She tried to stay calm while telling this lie.
Desmon thought a moment, and gave her the same accusatory look. He patted his chest a moment in search of something. Ginny just stood there arms crossed tapping her foot nervously.
Finally Desmon located the front pocket of his stained, and tattered shirt. From within he pulled a pair of reading glasses. This was not a good sign.
Ginny's heart raced. He tried to put the glasses on his face but missed several times poking himself in the eye every time. While he continued to attempt to place the glasses on his face Ginny spoke nervously, "Really Des. It's not important to read the them, it's all legal mumbo-jumbo.
"Ah-ah-ah. I think I'll read them through first." He said in the same drunken slur as he had been using all night.
Once successful in his attempt to wear his glasses he leaned much to close to the table and nearly hit his head. After lifting his head slightly he began to mumble to himself. "By signing this document…" he stuttered.
Ginny's heart raced even faster, and she broke out into a cold sweat.
"…I here by decree a mutual agreement of divorce, and to spilt all assets."
Suddenly Desmon seemed to lose all sense of drunkenness.
"What in the bloody hell is this!?!" He roared, balling his fists and backing her into a corner.
Ginny started to panic a bit, but remembered her wand in the back pocket of her jeans. She smiled inwardly for a split second at the memory of Harry playfully scolding her about his habit. "You don't wanna blast off one of these beautiful bum cheeks do you love?" he would ask her every time.
She reached back behind her for it, and upon not feeling it there really began to panic. She checked the other pocket. Not there. Suddenly she felt a sharp slap to her face. She brought her hand up to touch the spot where he and slapped her. It was almost the identical spot where he had slapped her those few weeks ago.
He lifted his other hand into a fist to punch her but she tried to block herself but putting up her arm. Desmon's fist came down on her arm and cried out in pain. This infuriated Desmon. He grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her.
Suddenly Ginny heard a sickening crack, and cried out in pain again. Her arm had broken. Now tears streamed down her face. She tried to use her good arm to scratch him but the pain was distracting her.
He punched the other side of her face, and her left side. She had cuts on her face and arms, and saw blood trickling from them as she raised her good arm to block her face.
Suddenly everything stopped and she lowered her arm to look up at Desmon. He was looking at her with a devilish grin. Unexpectedly Desmon lunged forward and wrapped his hands around her neck.
"This is what you get for being a little bitch, and trying to trick me you worthless piece of shit." He growled at a now fuzzy minded Ginny, squeezing his hands around her neck. As she passed out Desmon let go of her, and she hit her head on the sharp corner of the counter top. The spot split wide open, and began to bleed freely onto the floor.
As she hit the floor and did not move Desmon stepped over her motionless body. She was alive, but only just. He grabbed the fifth of vodka and walked out the front door down to the nearest pub.
Ginny lay there for hours before Lavada, Mr. Weasley, Ron, the twins, and two Ministry Aurors came looking for her.
Desmon had apparently locked the door from the inside and Lavada blast it open with a flash of pink light to put shame to the color of the streaks in her hair.
"Ginny!" Ron yelled and ran to her side. She was badly beaten and had burses all over her body, and the choke marks around her neck were just the icing on the cake. He checked for a pulse. "She's still alive!" Ron cried, "But her pulse is very slow, we need to get her to St. Mungo's NOW!" He said moving some hair from the place she had hit her head and was bleeding profusely from, causing a significant pool of blood around her ear.
Ron picked up his baby sister from the floor just as the front door swung open again, and a drunken Desmon sauntered through the door, singing "Yo, ho ho, and a bottle of rrrrrruuum!" Noticing the small gathering in his home he said stupidly "Oh, hallo."
"YOU!" Fred roared at the sickly drunken man.
"Did you do this to my sister!?!?!" George demanded.
"Oh yes that. I did do that. Quite a job if I do say so myself. One of the better, I've gone relatively easy on her until the little bitch tried to make me sign divorce papers, and slip half of what I worked so hard to build." He said quite proud of himself.
"HOW DARE YOU!!!" Came four voices in unison, all of them pointing their wands at him. Ron who was still holding Ginny just fussed over her, looking quite like his mum.
"Mistress?" One of the Ministry Auror's inquired.
"Shall we alert the appropriate muggle authorities?" The other finished for him.
"Thank you Dean, Seamus." She said with a nod to each. "Please do, while we escort Ginny to St. Mungo's"
"You two aren't taking me anywhere." Desmon said putting up his fists and jumping up and down.
"Oh really?" Both Fred and George said at the same time, and cast two sets of ropes around Desmon's body.
"Boys," Lavada said, "Take him away."
Dean and Seamus grabbed Desmon by each arm and lifted him. "Mistress we are going to need a family member to file a complaint with the muggle police." Dean reminded her.
"I'll go." Mr. Weasley offered, still in shock of seeing his daughter in such a condition.
"Splendid." Lavada said with a small smile. "We'll meet you at St. Mungo's when you are fininshed."
"Dad," George said. "We'll go home and inform mum, and Hermione." Fred finished for his twin.
"Ok, fine." Mr. Weasley said sounding very tired.
"What should we say to Nemone?" Fred asked again.
Mr. Weasley responded to the question first. "I want you to tell her that her mother is very sick, and needed to go to the hospital. But be sure to tell her she'll be just fine and she will see her in the morning. Let's just pray she will be ok." He said wearily.
Lavada, and Ron who was still holding Ginny apperated to St. Mungo's on the count of three.
When they arrived the lobby was quite empty. The healer behind the welcome desk gave a cheery smile. "Good evening Mistress."
"No means to be rude Ruth, but we've got quite a problem here." She motioned for Ron to step out from behind her.
The healer called Ruth gasped at the sight of Ginny. Her head still bleeding, and the marks getting darker by the minute.
"Oh my. Follow me Mistress. I'll bring you to a private room and alert the proper healers." She said scurrying to the lifts.
Meanwhile back with Desmon, the Aurors and Mr. Weasley were having quite the difficulty keeping Desmon to behave. Mr. Weasley suggested the full body bind, but seeing as the muggle police were going to be there in only minutes, that would take some explaining.
When the muggle police did arrive they untied him, and the police handcuffed him and manhandled him into the back of one of the patrol cars. Mr. Weasley and the Aurors climbed into the other, with the first officers partner, and rode of to the station to file a complaint.
Desmon was thrown into a cell and had the handcuffs removed, while Mr. Weasley wrote a statement and singed papers.
Meanwhile back at the Burrow, Mrs. Weasley paced the living room floor while Hermione watched her nervously from the sofa, not touching the tea she had made. Nemone was put to bed hours ago.
With a small pop the twins apperated into the living room.
Mrs. Weasley immediately stopped pacing. "What's wrong with her? Where is she?" She asked in a panicked voice.
"She's pretty beaten, up mum." Fred said to his mother, putting a hand on her shoulder.
"The Mistress, and Ron have taken her to St. Mungo's." George said, reassuringly.
"What about Mr. Weasley?" Hermione asked standing up.
"He went with the Ministry Aurors to file charges with the muggle police." Fred answered.
"I knew I should have made someone go with her." Mrs. Weasley wailed, while tears streamed down her face.
"What I don't understand is how Ginny was able to get so badly hurt if she had her wand." Hermione said using her trademark logical thinking.
As if on cue Nemone trotted down the stairs. "Gramma?" She asked sleepily.
Mrs. Weasley spun around to look at her granddaughter. "Yes dear?"
"Is mummy home yet?" Nemone asked rubbing her eyes. "I went in her room 'cos I had a bad dream, and she wasn't in there, and I found this." Nemone said in one breath, and pulled out from behind her back Ginny's wand.
They all looked at Hermione as if to say "There's your answer."
Fred took over at this moment telling Nemone exactly what Mr. Weasley said to tell her. "Nemone. Your mummy is very sick right now. She'll be ok though. I promise. But you can't see her now. We'll bring you to see her in the morning, ok?"
Nemone thought about it for a moment. "Does this have anything to do with da—Desmon?" She asked curiously.
Hermione went over to her and knelt down to her level, "What makes you think that dear?" She asked.
"I was on the stairs when mummy said she was going to make him sign something, and I wanted to stop her and tell her not to go 'cos he's a bad man, and I didn't want her to get hurt again." She said all this very fast because she was afraid she would be in trouble for not taking her nap or eavesdropping.
Hermione was curious now. "Have you seen him hurt mummy before?" She asked.
Nemone nodded. "Loads of times. They would start yelling at night and I'd run out of my room to see what was going on. It was an every day thing at home." She said with a tear. "Are you sure mummy's ganna be ok?" she asked.
"Mummy's going to be fine, we promise." Hermione said.
Out of the blue Ron apperated into the living room. "Mum, they say you all can come visit Ginny now. They've stabilized her and she's been given a potion for the pain."
"Mum we'll stay and look after Nem. After all we are her favorite Uncles" George offered and Fred nodded.
Mrs. Weasley nodded slowly. "Hey Nem," Fred said to her. "How about Uncle George and I read you a story?" He offered ushering her toward the stairs again.
Nemone shrugged, and yawned. She ascended the stairs to return to bed immensely worried about her mother. She already lost her father, what if she lost her mother too?
Hours passed and the family came and went from the private hospital room. However Ron and Lavada never left her side. Around two o'clock in the morning Hermione got up from her chair next to Ron. "Sweaty I'll be right back." She said to him giving him a peck on the lips. She strode out of the room and walked to the disapperation room. From there she apperated to the jail cell of a one hung over Desmon.
"The little shit doesn't home liquor well does he?" she asked herself seeing him lying on the floor near the toilet with a pool of vomit near by. She scorgifyed it and strode over to him and kicked him in the ribs.
"Get up you great lug." She said to him.
"What the bloody hell are you doing here?" he asked obviously hung over. "How did you get in here?" He asked looking from her to the still locked cell door.
Hermione pulled out her wand from the inside of her robes. She pointed it right at his face. "You, are going to do exactly as I say. Or you will regret the day you were born." She said with utter hate in her voice.
Desmon put his hands in the hair like the chicken he was when faced with a wand. "What do you want?" He asked his voice shaking.
Hermione turned slightly to the right and with her wand conjured the same legal papers Ginny had tried to get him to sign earlier, as well as a pen.
"Sign these." She said simply.
"I am not signing over half of my assets, you daft little…"
Hermione's face reddened with anger. "You will sign these papers, and you'll do it fast so that I can get back Ginny's bed side" She demanded pointing her wand back into his face.
Desmon's eyes bugged out of his head. He grabbed the papers and pen. He reluctantly signed the papers on all of the appropriate spaces.
Hermione snatched them from him and before she apperated from the cell pointed her wand at Desmon and said something funny in latin that he knew not.
As Hermione apperated out of the cell she thought to herself, "Impotence charms. And Ron thought it was useless to learn those." She smiled to herself and sat back down in her chair next to a sleeping Ronald Weasley.
A/n: Thanks guys again for all of your reviews. Between ff.net, and GP I have 67 reviews!!!! I've never had this kind of a response to a story! Bugger, and It's right before I leave for 2 ½ months! Anyway…I'm off to look at a car!!!! Yay!!!!