She walked along the halls daintily. She held her head high, but looked at all around her as equals. Her clear brown eyes were far seeing, not really aware about the here and now.

Every part of her body was to be desired. Her perfectly shaped hips, her slightly inward curving waist, her perfect blood red lips. She was to be desired and the essence of desire.

Her dark red hair swayed delicately in the drafts of the castle. It it was ever so slightly wavy and curled into a perfect circle at the tips. It was pulled up into a high, neat, pony tail with a ribbon that to was perfectly tied.

She was the perfect Head Girl. She had perfect grades, the perfect smile. Every part of her was perfect. No one looked at her in anger, questioned her right to be. She just was.

She smiled absently from one person to another. Stirring the lust of the boys and the awe of the girls.

To everyone she was perfect. She couldn't put a foot wrong. She was always willing to help and would never turn down a call for aid.

She was the most beautiful girl to have passed through Hogwarts and all that knew saw Rowena live again.

***

I had barely the energy to walk the halls but no one was to know this. I was to them the perfect head girl. The immaculate Gryffindor. I had to hold my head high and be dignified but still see everyone in Hogwarts as in equal. The child like first year, the bitching third years. I had to see them all as equals. Acknowledge them all. I hated it. It was so hard to maintain.

I looked around the corridor and smiled as I found it empty. One of the many joys of being one of the few to remain at Hogwarts during Christmas break. For an instant I could let the facade drop and could just be me. I let my mind wander and listened.

I shook my head when I remembered about the third years I was meant to be helping with their Potions homework. How I had been stuck with it I didn't know. Prof. Malfoy, the head of Slytherin, had asked me to give them help with their assignments and as I was being Super Head Girl at the time I said yes.

I straightened up as I sensed someone approaching.

Professor Malfoy walked past me and I looked at the new DaDA teacher.

Professer Malfoy had only graduated the year before but there were few that knew more about the Dark Arts.

He looked at me and smiled.

He'd grown up alot in the past year. No longer the bully who smirked and looked down on everyone. He had a new look a new idea. He saw everyone as an equal, valued every individual.

He looked at me closer and I rushed away down the hall. Fearful of what he would see if he looked to deep

I dragged my weary body towards the Library where I'd promised to meet them. I heard footsteps and immediately straightened up and became Miss Perfect, Miss Head Girl.

I could of swore with the energy it took to do even that. I was to drained, to tired. I ignored the constant pain and stood tall. A true Weasley to the core. Dignified and self controled.

The footsteps drew nearer and I slowly pulled my mind away fearful it would be one of the others like me.

"Virginia, are you quite alright?" Prof. Wood asked.

I nodded even as I swayed on my feet in wearyness.

I marched neatly to the Library. The third years were probably all at the tables waiting eagerly for my help. The probably expected me to their assignments for them. They had another thing coming. They would learn under my care.

I was shooked to find quite a large group of not only third years but students from first to seventh year all waiting neatly for my assistance

I nodded and helped them all out for the better part of three hours with more appearing constantly and others disappearing at various points through the night.

Around Eleven I was shocked when it dawned on me that those i had already helped were helping people who had had teh same problem as them. I had alwasy believed Slytherins to be uncaring and selfish but what I was seeing was anything but.

At the hour of twelve I promised them all I would be there the following night to continue helping them with their work and sent them all off to bed. It was near impossible to maintain the facade for any longer.

I grimaced inwardly as I maintained the outward expression of perfection. I felt completely drained, like one of the walking dead.

I shook my head as I realised I'd missed the evening meal. My stomach rumbled informing me it was regreting that decision.

As I moved to steal away to the Kitchens before no one else discovered me and used me for one thing or another I felt rather rough hands around my waist.

***

He smiled and spun her around.

She was the picture of delight. Her smile said everything to him. He leaned forward and kissed her demandingly on the mouth. His tongue fought for entrance into her mouth despite her obvious refusal to open it.

She opened her mouth to his invading tongue and tried to fight the ill feeling rising in her stomach. Wasn't this what she had always wanted?

His hands went up under her jumper. He was demanding more than she was willing to give.

She pulled back suddenly. Trying to stop him from getting to close.

"What this isn't what you want. Common lets reminisc on times gone by. You know I'll always love you."

He leaned further towards her and deepened the kiss. He started backing her down the hallway towards the Teacher's Common.

He released her mouth for an instant to mutter the password to the room and she wondered for a mere instant how he had come to that knowledge.

His mouth came crushing down on hers again and she found she couldn't even muster the energy to stop him, to push him off.

She said a silent prayer to who ever was watching over here in that instant that the common room was empty.

He pushed her towards a door in the room. He opened it with a tickle in the right spot and pushed her inside.

He tore her clothes off and thrust her harshly onto the couch. She would of screamed in outrage, or fought to be freed or just stood up and walked out had she the effort but even the feeblest whisper was beyond her.

He removed his clothes with little effort and locked the room with a quick charm. He sound proofed the room and turned back to her.

She screamed in pain and he smiled absently. "Enjoying this, aren't you." It was more a command then a question.

She let her mind wander absently and blocked off the pain he caused her. She pretended it wasn't happening. Nothing was wrong. All was as it should be.

A whimper of pain escaped and he slapped her harshly across the cheek. He hit her chest, her arms, her legs, her face. It seemed to egg him on into greater heights of lust. "You know your enjoying this. Isn't what you've always wanted?" he asked harshly.

She didn't answer or even move. She just fought back the scream building in her throat and tried to ignore the seemingly endless pounding.

He grunted with a final thrust and collapsed on top of her.

He stood up, redressed and left her there.

"I thought you loved me," she whispered as he closed the door behind him.

***

Prof. Malfoy stalked the Halls prowling for any students out of bed. It was the night before christmas and all were slightly excited.

He wondered about Miss Potter. She had seemed strangely drained when he had seen her. Dark marks, purple, around her eyes and red eyes. He questioned himself over asking her to help some Slytherin third years with their homework.

Professor McGonagal opened the door infront of him almost hitting him in the face.

"Oh Prof. Malfoy I didn't see you there. I didn't cause you any harm did I?" she asked eyeing his nose worriedly.

"It's quite okay Prof. McGonagal. No harm down and please call me Draco."

McGonagal laughed highly, like the tinkering of bells. "Only if you call me Minerva, Draco."

Draco nodded in aggrement. "If thats what you would like Prof."

Minerva laughed and walked down the hall.

Before she was out of hearing distance Draco called out to her, "Minerva could I possible have a word? I'm worried about one of our students." McGonagal immediately turned back at the mention of the word student, "What is it Draco?"

Draco looked at his feet for a moment. Not want Minerva McGonagal to guess about his feeling for this particular student. "It's Virginia Weasley. She seems to look more and more tired every time I see her. I'm rather worried. Have you seen any differences in her?"

"In Virginia Weasley? That girl is the most organised responsible girl at Hogwarts I doubt there could ever be any thing wrong with her." McGonagal wandered off muttering this to herself as if even she didn't believe it anymore.

Draco watched McGonagal wandering down the halls in her own confusion. Draco couldn't help but feel fearful he had never known McGonagal to be confused about anything in all his time at Hogwarts.

He shook his head and wandered back to his room. "I wonder if Potter's left yet?" he said thinking aloud. He ignored the thought and continued to his room.

***

I felt cold all over.

I could feel my heart beat slowing and wished it would stop completely. I wished I could end it all then and there. Make the pounding stop. Make the feeling of being used stop. I knew I couldn't but it didn't stop me wishing it over and over.

Of all people I didn't expect my love, the one person I had always and would always love to use me so happily. To lay waste to all that I had left.

I lay in the teachers room to tired to move. To tired to even cover myself.

Anyone could of come in then and I wouldn't of cared. I was sick of being there, sick of being used. I was tired. Always tired. Maybe this would be the end.

I wandered if this was how my mother felt before she was killed or how Hermione felt when she knew her love had betrayed her or even how Voldemort felt when he was beaten by a baby.

I felt competely used. I felt like I'd come last in a race against an ant.

I felt cheated, rejected, unneeded

No one would want anything to do with me after this. I was beyond useless. I was a plaything.

I heard the door open softly, slowly, cautiously.

I heard the gasp of shock, the angry mutter.

They didn't really care what happened to me. They just felt put out by the fact I might not be able to do things for them for a while. Angry that they couldn't use me.

I didn't care anymore.

I felt cold hands lift me softly and wrap me up in a blanket which had been carelessly knocked off the bed. The green of Slytherin was warming me from the harsh reality a fellow Gryffindor had thrust upon me.

I felt strong arms hug me tightly and screamed from the pain even this gestue of reassurance caused.

I looked up into the eyes of my rescuer and was shocked to see Prof. Malfoy looking down on me in pity.

I feel the tears gather in my eyes and lost focus of his face as they streamed down my cheeks.

"But I thought he loved me," I wimpered into Draco's shoulders. "He said he'd always love me."