CHAPTER 2
Ginny leaned into Draco even more.
Prof Malfoy felt torn. He knew as well as the next person who had done this. The Professor in him was screaming at him to go after that wanker that did this to Virginia but the Draco in him knew he had to stay by this young terrified student.
Ginny looked up at Draco. "I thought he loved me. He said he loved me."
Professor Malfoy looked down at the smallest Weasley and was, for the first time in his life, at a loss for words. She looked completely drained and confused, like an innocent seeing evil for the first time. This was not the Virginia he had fallen for, not the Virginia who had saved the world from Voldemort.
He could feel his chest getting wet with her tears. She was weeping with such utter desolence it her tears were going through his robe and shirt. She hadn't even weeped like this after she had caused the fall of Voldemort.
He'd comforted her then but still she'd chosen the boy who lived over him. The spite was old. Maybe she'd seen the mistake in her decision now but Draco wasn't one to say 'I told you so'.
Virginia pulled away from Draco's chest and seemed to straighten herself up, well as much as one can when all they have is a blanket to cover their nakedness. "I would be rather pleased if you didn't tell anyone of this Prof. Malfoy"
Draco looked shocked. "Not tell anyone after he, after you were. Virginia you will have hurts that will need healing." Draco said thinking of no other reason to share the incidents of that night with Prof. Dumbledore.
"I survived last time and I'll survive again." She said ignoring the single tear that ran down her tired, sad cheek. Her red eyes screamed at Draco to protect her and make it stop but he knew as well as her that this was all that he could do. Her body was wrapped in blankets but she was still shivering in fear.
Draco shook his head looking at her sad attempt to look strong. "No Virginia you know as well as I you didn't survive last time. You live like one in a dream."
Virginia shook her head as if trying to clear the murk of pain and confusion that was clouding it. "Please, Draco, don't tell anyone. They'd all hate me." She muttered before convulsing into tears again.
Draco couldn't help but feel pity for Virginia. He could hear the desperation in her voice when she said his name. "'Fine, but only if you'll let me heal you."
Virginia nodded in desperation. She turned off any emotions she may have felt towards him and pushed the blanket off. She knew as well as the next witch that healing spells could only be preformed when the injury was in plain sight.
Draco gasped again when he saw her body. It was covered in bruises and more that one area appeared beyond repair. Draco thanked God that he had taken advanced medi-wizard classes before starting that year at Hogwarts.
He muttered a spell here and a spell there. He continued muttering them for the better part of an hour before he thought he had gotten all the wounds. "Do you hurt anywhere else Virginia?" he asked somewhat briskly but as kindly as was possible at the time.
She pointed to her head but said nothing.
Draco nodded and smiled tightly. The one thing she needed the most help with was the one thing he couldn't help her with. "Come on. I'll magic you some clothes and I'll take you back to the Gryffindor Tower." Prof. Malfoy carefully pulled the blankets back up to her shoulders.
Virginia almost screamed in fear. "Please don't leave me alone," she wimpered.
Prof Malfoy looked at the most talented student Hogwarts had seen in a long time possibly the most talented ever. She was still shivering despite trying to stop. The fear was emanating off her and Draco knew she couldn't be left alone on this night. "Accio clothes," he muttered softly and smiled at Virginia, trying to create some atmosphere of normalness.
Virginia looked at the clothes Prof. Malfoy held in his hand mutely.
Draco remembered a spell he'd learnt in his sixth years to magic clothes off. If he changed the ending he could probably make it do the reverse "Cloisithium Onatus." He muttered and the clothes appeared on Virginia's body. She dropped the blanket in surprise.
She started sobbing again almost as soon as the blanket hit the ground.
Draco swore and pulled out a vial that was in his bedside table. "Drink this," he muttered as he raised the vial to her lips.
She swallowed between sobs and slowly felt her head sink into the darkness of sleep. The last thing she heard muttered before she slept was a quiet, "Poor Virginia. I never thought it would happen again."
***
"So Virginia, did you miss me?" Tom asked with an upraised eyebrow.
I shudder but put on the adoring face of a young teenager obsessed with her latest crush. "Of course I did Tom. You should of come back sooner or if not that come for me sooner," I mutter longingly even as the words stuck to my throat. Each word had been chosen before I had even seen Tom again. Each gesture planned out.
Tom smiles insanly and looked me up and down. "I see you've aged nicely even if I havn't aged at all." His smile is lust filled.
I smile the way I was told to. I know my part as well as the next person. "Are you going to make up for lost time?" I ask exactly how I'm told too. With more lust and desire than any other fifteen year old could manage. I was chosen for a reason. I was the only one who could do this. I can't fail or all fails. I can't lose or Harry will lose his life.
"Of course I am. I mean I love you."
I lean forward boldly and kiss him on the lips. Not the sweet innocent kiss of a fifteen year old witch but the lust filled kiss of a woman.
I'd spent so long perfecting that. Harry had been a willing helper at the time, but as you say he would do what ever it takes to defeat the dark lord. Even turning his best friends kid brother into a tramp.
Tom leans further into the kiss, deepens it.
I oblige and open my mouth, deepening the kiss still.
Something changes and Tom becomes Voldemort.
He stops kissing me and looks at me. His hand's pull at my hair. His legs curl around mine immobolising me without even a spell.
I'm suddenly fearful. I knew Tom but this was someone I didn't know. I knew this wasn't how I'd want it to happen. I'd always wanted it to be an act of love not of someone elses plan.
"Tom, please, don't. I don't think-" but I am made silent again when his mouth comes crushing back down on mine.
His hands rake nails down my back. He pushes me up against the wall.
My dress is up to my waist and he takes me right there.
I pull away from his kiss. I scream in pain. This was not what I expected. Nothing like I was told it would be. Nothing like it all was in the plans.
Voldemort smiles at my screams and leans forward to cover my open mouth again.
I think about something else to avoid thinking about the pain. The Potions paper I had to write. I plan it out in my head even as I do my duty to my country.
After a while it becomes to much for me to deal with. I try to squirm away.
Voldemort hits me. He beats my arms, my legs, my body, my face. I can feel my eye swelling closed even as he pillages from my body.
I stay still knowing that it will stop eventually.
Voldemort finishes with one final grunt and lets me go.
I slowly drop to the floor with him standing over me. As if watching to see if his conquest was worth it. To see whether I was worth the wait.
Tom suddenly looks down at me. "Thanks," he mutters before leaving the room.
"I thought you loved me," I mutter to the closing door.
***
Virginia screamed.
Prof. Malfoy was immediately at her side with his arms around her shoulders.
She screamed again in pain as his arms grazed the skin on her shoulders. The pain lanced through her body and she could feel her mind rebeling, begging her to try to make it all end again.
Prof. Malfoy peeled away the shirt she was wearing and swore in astonishment when he saw her shoulders. "What the fuck?"
Virginia's shoulders were black and purple. A reality from her dream.
Prof. Malfoy questioned what he was seeing. He gingerly reached out and touched one of the dark patches.
Virginia screamed like a Banshee and pushed him roughly away from her. "Don't," she muttered breathlessly, "Please, just leave it. It'll disappear. It always does."
Draco looked down at her in pity. She was drenched in a cold sweat, one of her eyes was swollen shut and the other one wasn't far off, one of her arms was bent off at an odd angle and the other had bruises from the fingertips to the shoulder blade. Her back had scratches all over it and Draco knew in an instant of seeing them that she's revisited an old foe. He'd spent to many hours comforting her over this not to notice the symptoms.
"Come on, Ginger," Draco said, using his pet name for Virginia, "You have to tell someone. We can't go through all this again."
Virginia looked at Draco and again the tears were streaming down her bruised face.
The bruises slowly faded, the swelling on the eyes slowly receded.
"Dray, I can't, I won't. Last time was worse and you know as well as I that I'm the only one that can help me," her doe brown eyes looked up into his cold gray ones, "Dray please. If they know they'll... I don't know. I won't be able to be me anymore."
Draco looked at her and knew this to be true. They'd lock her up in Saint Murgo's for enternity. "If thats what you want Ginger. But please do not think you have to do this alone."
Virginia smiled tightly. "Sure Dray."
"And Ginger, I've got to tell Aiwa. She'll guess within the week in any case. You know better than most her powers."
Virginia looked angry. How dare he even think he had the right to tell someone else. "No Prof. Malfoy. You just can't! I'll deal with it as I have dealt with it before," she muttered some what angrily before stalking from the room.
***
I always wonder if I'm insane.
Every time it happens. He visits me, he screws and he leaves.
When I was younger I thought I loved him... I suppose I still do, at least when he's not around. But when he is here, with me, it the same, always the same.
Footsteps come round the hall. I know I have to get up out of this particular pit, this rut in my life. Rise above it for a little while. I would rather no one knew not even Dray.
I almost scream when I see Harry. He's eyes are full of lust, not the love they once held when looking at me.
It's always the same, he visits me, screws me and leaves. I wish he was dead. Me the perfect, mature, innocent, Head Girl Virginia Weasley, wishes Harry Potter, the fucking boy-who-lived, was dead.
He picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.
I know whats coming. The only difference is that we're closer to the Gryffindor Tower this time.
I don't even bother yelling or getting angry. He'll just curse me or charm me or hit me.
I can't help but remember a time when my life wasn't like this. When Harry actually loved me. Before things went completely wrong.
I suppose the downfall of Voldemort was when me and Harry started going out. I was in my fifth year and Harry in his sixth. Harry really did love me then, bu he loved taking risks even more. He use to take away my wand so I couldn't use anti-pregnancy charms and just tempt fate.
Fate is a terrble thing to tempt. I guess it's my fault as much as Harry's. I was in my sixth year when fate decided it was sick of being teased.
Harry blamed me. It was all my fault. I hadn't tried to get my wand back. I had almost enjoyed tempting fate as much as him, or so I made him believe. I guess it really was my fault.
Harry drops me suddenly and I realise I'm in my room.
I can't believe I'm going to let it happen again.
I look at Harry and for a moment it's not Harry I see but Voldemort again. I scream.
Harry pushes down on my mouth. Forcing me into a deep, lust filled kiss. Nothing like the loving ones we once shared.
And I know I'm never going to escape this. I know I have no control of my life. Harry watches me as sudden silent tears fill my eyes and stream down my face.
He's the old Harry again for a moment. He carefully wipes each tear away with his fingers. He brushes lightly and gently.
I love him again. It's times like these that make me stay and keep quiet. I always hope they'll last.
I smile and in an instant he changes. He reverts back to the lustful beast.
Last night is repeated. This time I don't squirm, I don't scream, I don't even try to move. I'm Virginia Weasley. If this is what my life is. I must accept it.
I pretend to enjoy it. I make the sounds of bliss even as my mind rebels in disgust.
Harry looks down at me. I can't tell what is more written on his face, anger thats he's not the only one enjoying this or amazment that even after all this I love him.
If this is what life is like then who am I to argue?
He climaxes and I fake mine at the same time.
He falls heavily upon me completely spent. For a while I can pretend it is like is use to be and this is a welcome weight.
Eventually he rolls off and lies beside me. He brushes his fingers through my hair.
"I love you, Ginny," he mutters softly into my hair.
"Yes, Harry, I love you too," I mutter the lie through my teeth.
If this is what it takes to see my darling Alantra again then so be it.
Ginny leaned into Draco even more.
Prof Malfoy felt torn. He knew as well as the next person who had done this. The Professor in him was screaming at him to go after that wanker that did this to Virginia but the Draco in him knew he had to stay by this young terrified student.
Ginny looked up at Draco. "I thought he loved me. He said he loved me."
Professor Malfoy looked down at the smallest Weasley and was, for the first time in his life, at a loss for words. She looked completely drained and confused, like an innocent seeing evil for the first time. This was not the Virginia he had fallen for, not the Virginia who had saved the world from Voldemort.
He could feel his chest getting wet with her tears. She was weeping with such utter desolence it her tears were going through his robe and shirt. She hadn't even weeped like this after she had caused the fall of Voldemort.
He'd comforted her then but still she'd chosen the boy who lived over him. The spite was old. Maybe she'd seen the mistake in her decision now but Draco wasn't one to say 'I told you so'.
Virginia pulled away from Draco's chest and seemed to straighten herself up, well as much as one can when all they have is a blanket to cover their nakedness. "I would be rather pleased if you didn't tell anyone of this Prof. Malfoy"
Draco looked shocked. "Not tell anyone after he, after you were. Virginia you will have hurts that will need healing." Draco said thinking of no other reason to share the incidents of that night with Prof. Dumbledore.
"I survived last time and I'll survive again." She said ignoring the single tear that ran down her tired, sad cheek. Her red eyes screamed at Draco to protect her and make it stop but he knew as well as her that this was all that he could do. Her body was wrapped in blankets but she was still shivering in fear.
Draco shook his head looking at her sad attempt to look strong. "No Virginia you know as well as I you didn't survive last time. You live like one in a dream."
Virginia shook her head as if trying to clear the murk of pain and confusion that was clouding it. "Please, Draco, don't tell anyone. They'd all hate me." She muttered before convulsing into tears again.
Draco couldn't help but feel pity for Virginia. He could hear the desperation in her voice when she said his name. "'Fine, but only if you'll let me heal you."
Virginia nodded in desperation. She turned off any emotions she may have felt towards him and pushed the blanket off. She knew as well as the next witch that healing spells could only be preformed when the injury was in plain sight.
Draco gasped again when he saw her body. It was covered in bruises and more that one area appeared beyond repair. Draco thanked God that he had taken advanced medi-wizard classes before starting that year at Hogwarts.
He muttered a spell here and a spell there. He continued muttering them for the better part of an hour before he thought he had gotten all the wounds. "Do you hurt anywhere else Virginia?" he asked somewhat briskly but as kindly as was possible at the time.
She pointed to her head but said nothing.
Draco nodded and smiled tightly. The one thing she needed the most help with was the one thing he couldn't help her with. "Come on. I'll magic you some clothes and I'll take you back to the Gryffindor Tower." Prof. Malfoy carefully pulled the blankets back up to her shoulders.
Virginia almost screamed in fear. "Please don't leave me alone," she wimpered.
Prof Malfoy looked at the most talented student Hogwarts had seen in a long time possibly the most talented ever. She was still shivering despite trying to stop. The fear was emanating off her and Draco knew she couldn't be left alone on this night. "Accio clothes," he muttered softly and smiled at Virginia, trying to create some atmosphere of normalness.
Virginia looked at the clothes Prof. Malfoy held in his hand mutely.
Draco remembered a spell he'd learnt in his sixth years to magic clothes off. If he changed the ending he could probably make it do the reverse "Cloisithium Onatus." He muttered and the clothes appeared on Virginia's body. She dropped the blanket in surprise.
She started sobbing again almost as soon as the blanket hit the ground.
Draco swore and pulled out a vial that was in his bedside table. "Drink this," he muttered as he raised the vial to her lips.
She swallowed between sobs and slowly felt her head sink into the darkness of sleep. The last thing she heard muttered before she slept was a quiet, "Poor Virginia. I never thought it would happen again."
***
"So Virginia, did you miss me?" Tom asked with an upraised eyebrow.
I shudder but put on the adoring face of a young teenager obsessed with her latest crush. "Of course I did Tom. You should of come back sooner or if not that come for me sooner," I mutter longingly even as the words stuck to my throat. Each word had been chosen before I had even seen Tom again. Each gesture planned out.
Tom smiles insanly and looked me up and down. "I see you've aged nicely even if I havn't aged at all." His smile is lust filled.
I smile the way I was told to. I know my part as well as the next person. "Are you going to make up for lost time?" I ask exactly how I'm told too. With more lust and desire than any other fifteen year old could manage. I was chosen for a reason. I was the only one who could do this. I can't fail or all fails. I can't lose or Harry will lose his life.
"Of course I am. I mean I love you."
I lean forward boldly and kiss him on the lips. Not the sweet innocent kiss of a fifteen year old witch but the lust filled kiss of a woman.
I'd spent so long perfecting that. Harry had been a willing helper at the time, but as you say he would do what ever it takes to defeat the dark lord. Even turning his best friends kid brother into a tramp.
Tom leans further into the kiss, deepens it.
I oblige and open my mouth, deepening the kiss still.
Something changes and Tom becomes Voldemort.
He stops kissing me and looks at me. His hand's pull at my hair. His legs curl around mine immobolising me without even a spell.
I'm suddenly fearful. I knew Tom but this was someone I didn't know. I knew this wasn't how I'd want it to happen. I'd always wanted it to be an act of love not of someone elses plan.
"Tom, please, don't. I don't think-" but I am made silent again when his mouth comes crushing back down on mine.
His hands rake nails down my back. He pushes me up against the wall.
My dress is up to my waist and he takes me right there.
I pull away from his kiss. I scream in pain. This was not what I expected. Nothing like I was told it would be. Nothing like it all was in the plans.
Voldemort smiles at my screams and leans forward to cover my open mouth again.
I think about something else to avoid thinking about the pain. The Potions paper I had to write. I plan it out in my head even as I do my duty to my country.
After a while it becomes to much for me to deal with. I try to squirm away.
Voldemort hits me. He beats my arms, my legs, my body, my face. I can feel my eye swelling closed even as he pillages from my body.
I stay still knowing that it will stop eventually.
Voldemort finishes with one final grunt and lets me go.
I slowly drop to the floor with him standing over me. As if watching to see if his conquest was worth it. To see whether I was worth the wait.
Tom suddenly looks down at me. "Thanks," he mutters before leaving the room.
"I thought you loved me," I mutter to the closing door.
***
Virginia screamed.
Prof. Malfoy was immediately at her side with his arms around her shoulders.
She screamed again in pain as his arms grazed the skin on her shoulders. The pain lanced through her body and she could feel her mind rebeling, begging her to try to make it all end again.
Prof. Malfoy peeled away the shirt she was wearing and swore in astonishment when he saw her shoulders. "What the fuck?"
Virginia's shoulders were black and purple. A reality from her dream.
Prof. Malfoy questioned what he was seeing. He gingerly reached out and touched one of the dark patches.
Virginia screamed like a Banshee and pushed him roughly away from her. "Don't," she muttered breathlessly, "Please, just leave it. It'll disappear. It always does."
Draco looked down at her in pity. She was drenched in a cold sweat, one of her eyes was swollen shut and the other one wasn't far off, one of her arms was bent off at an odd angle and the other had bruises from the fingertips to the shoulder blade. Her back had scratches all over it and Draco knew in an instant of seeing them that she's revisited an old foe. He'd spent to many hours comforting her over this not to notice the symptoms.
"Come on, Ginger," Draco said, using his pet name for Virginia, "You have to tell someone. We can't go through all this again."
Virginia looked at Draco and again the tears were streaming down her bruised face.
The bruises slowly faded, the swelling on the eyes slowly receded.
"Dray, I can't, I won't. Last time was worse and you know as well as I that I'm the only one that can help me," her doe brown eyes looked up into his cold gray ones, "Dray please. If they know they'll... I don't know. I won't be able to be me anymore."
Draco looked at her and knew this to be true. They'd lock her up in Saint Murgo's for enternity. "If thats what you want Ginger. But please do not think you have to do this alone."
Virginia smiled tightly. "Sure Dray."
"And Ginger, I've got to tell Aiwa. She'll guess within the week in any case. You know better than most her powers."
Virginia looked angry. How dare he even think he had the right to tell someone else. "No Prof. Malfoy. You just can't! I'll deal with it as I have dealt with it before," she muttered some what angrily before stalking from the room.
***
I always wonder if I'm insane.
Every time it happens. He visits me, he screws and he leaves.
When I was younger I thought I loved him... I suppose I still do, at least when he's not around. But when he is here, with me, it the same, always the same.
Footsteps come round the hall. I know I have to get up out of this particular pit, this rut in my life. Rise above it for a little while. I would rather no one knew not even Dray.
I almost scream when I see Harry. He's eyes are full of lust, not the love they once held when looking at me.
It's always the same, he visits me, screws me and leaves. I wish he was dead. Me the perfect, mature, innocent, Head Girl Virginia Weasley, wishes Harry Potter, the fucking boy-who-lived, was dead.
He picks me up and throws me over his shoulder.
I know whats coming. The only difference is that we're closer to the Gryffindor Tower this time.
I don't even bother yelling or getting angry. He'll just curse me or charm me or hit me.
I can't help but remember a time when my life wasn't like this. When Harry actually loved me. Before things went completely wrong.
I suppose the downfall of Voldemort was when me and Harry started going out. I was in my fifth year and Harry in his sixth. Harry really did love me then, bu he loved taking risks even more. He use to take away my wand so I couldn't use anti-pregnancy charms and just tempt fate.
Fate is a terrble thing to tempt. I guess it's my fault as much as Harry's. I was in my sixth year when fate decided it was sick of being teased.
Harry blamed me. It was all my fault. I hadn't tried to get my wand back. I had almost enjoyed tempting fate as much as him, or so I made him believe. I guess it really was my fault.
Harry drops me suddenly and I realise I'm in my room.
I can't believe I'm going to let it happen again.
I look at Harry and for a moment it's not Harry I see but Voldemort again. I scream.
Harry pushes down on my mouth. Forcing me into a deep, lust filled kiss. Nothing like the loving ones we once shared.
And I know I'm never going to escape this. I know I have no control of my life. Harry watches me as sudden silent tears fill my eyes and stream down my face.
He's the old Harry again for a moment. He carefully wipes each tear away with his fingers. He brushes lightly and gently.
I love him again. It's times like these that make me stay and keep quiet. I always hope they'll last.
I smile and in an instant he changes. He reverts back to the lustful beast.
Last night is repeated. This time I don't squirm, I don't scream, I don't even try to move. I'm Virginia Weasley. If this is what my life is. I must accept it.
I pretend to enjoy it. I make the sounds of bliss even as my mind rebels in disgust.
Harry looks down at me. I can't tell what is more written on his face, anger thats he's not the only one enjoying this or amazment that even after all this I love him.
If this is what life is like then who am I to argue?
He climaxes and I fake mine at the same time.
He falls heavily upon me completely spent. For a while I can pretend it is like is use to be and this is a welcome weight.
Eventually he rolls off and lies beside me. He brushes his fingers through my hair.
"I love you, Ginny," he mutters softly into my hair.
"Yes, Harry, I love you too," I mutter the lie through my teeth.
If this is what it takes to see my darling Alantra again then so be it.