AN-Yeah, I said it was a one shot, and it is, still, there are just multiple one-shots now. Completely unrelated.
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"GINNY! GET THE HELL DOWN HERE NOW!" I cringed at the voice, and hurriedly put the cleaning supplies away. Ever since my twenty-six year old fiancé, Draco Malfoy, proposed, he had forbidden me from using magic, so I did everything the muggle way. I flew down the stairs and waited for him to give me my tasks for the night. Which was coincidentally New Years Eve.
"Y-yes, Draco?" I then noticed he was slightly... no, extraordinarily drunk.
"Why weren't you waiting for me when I got home?" He slurred.
"I was upstairs cleaning like you told me to." I shrank away from him slightly.
"DON'T GIVE ME THAT CRAP!" He roared, backhanding me viciously. With a cry I went crashing into our flat's kitchen wall. "Don't blame me for YOUR problems!"
"But I wasn't, Draco!" I sniffed from my crumpled position on the floor. I should have done something, or this whole part of my life would have not happened. But, as I didn't, the inevitable happened. He saw the box.
"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS!" Bellowed Draco, waving the box around frantically.
"It's a pregnancy test box, Draco." I whimpered, curling myself into as small a ball as I could.
"DON'T YOU DRACO ME! IT'S MASTER OR SIR, FROM NOW ON!"
"Yes, Sir."
"WHY DO YOU HAVE ONE OF THESE?!?!"
"Because I thought I might be pregnant. That's normally why you but those sorts of things called 'Pregnancy tests.'" I really shouldn't have said that, because pain exploded in my head. He had kicked me.
"YOU WILL SHOW RESPECT TO YOUR BETTERS! YOU WERE NOTHING WHEN I FOUND YOU. A PIECE OF SHIT ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD! YOU AREN'T WORTHY OF ME!" I could only moan in pain. "Now, to get back to the test. It came out negative, didn't it?" I shook my head, but immediately regretted it as the pain only throbbed harder. "WHAT?"
"I have your baby sitting in my stomach at this very moment. Sir." I added hastily.
"Well you're getting rid of it, aren't you?"
"No!" I cried, standing up. "This is our baby! You and I made this, and it's our responsibility!"
"NO! This is your fault! It's always the woman's fault! Men are superior! Now, You're getting rid of it!"
"I won't!" I cried, clutching my stomach. "You can't make me!"
"I can and I will!" He snarled, and then grabbed me by my hair and threw me down the stairs that led to the foyer. I screamed out in pain, and he jumped down and started to beat me again.
"No! NO! STOP IT!" I shrieked, and in a last ditch effort, took his wand and stunned him. "There is going to be hell to pay if I don't get out of here before he wakes up." I muttered and threw together a pack of things and sprinted down the hall and down the stairs, past the main office and into the street. I had made it about two blocks before I crossed into a park, feeling extremely dizzy and weak.
"I'll just sleep on one of the park benches...." I whispered weakly, but I didn't make it to the bench. Hell, I hardly made three steps before I collapsed. My last coherent thought was 'I hope the fall didn't hurt the baby...'
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Later
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I woke up with one mo' fo' of a headache. That alone distracted me from the stark whiteness of my room... for a moment.
"What the hell... what's going on? Where am I?" I sat up like a shot, but the overwhelming pain in my head caused me to sit back down quickly and clutch my head.
"Ginny!" I heard a cry and looked up to see Hermione's face.
"Mione? How'd I get here?" She ignored me for a moment and called loudly
"RON! GO GET HARRY AND YOUR FAMILY!! SHE'S AWAKE!" I shuddered with the pain her shout caused, before she sat down next to me.
"Don't you remember?" I shook my head and felt a tremendous lurch in my womb. It was then I remembered the baby.
"Hermione, what happened to my baby?" I gasped, clutching the collar of her shirt. She looked down, with tears in her eyes. "Tell me what happened to her!" I shook her.
"You lost them both." She whispered, hurt lacerating her every movement. I gulped in agony.
"I was... going to have twins?" I felt my reserve of strength disintegrate with the slow, mournful nodding of her head and I started sobbing. Hermione put her arms around me cautiously and rubbed small circles into my back. "I was going to have twins!" I sobbed out loud as I heard a few others make their way into my room. I felt another pair of arms encircle me from the back and I took in my mother's scent, like a wildflower in spring. It comforted me little, as the pain in my stomach increased tenfold. Hermione let go and I turned and started sobbing into my mother's ample bosom.
"Hush, hush. It's going to be alright." She whispered. I shook my head, letting out some nonsensical moan escape my lips.''What was that?"
"It won't be alright!" I shouted, ignoring the sharp jabs that split thought my head as I pulled away from my mother, to see the pale, worried faces of Ron, Fred, George, Percy, Harry and my Father. "I should have known that he would have taken it badly and beat me again! I should have just...." But I stopped at the look Ron and Harry shared. Percy, George and Fred were white and shaking. I had never seen my father so extraordinarily furious.
"Again?" Hermione's voice came out in a whisper that belied the horror shining from here eyes. "He was going to beat you, again?" I nodded and started crying again. I heard a frightening shout and I saw Harry punch the wall as Ron kicked my night stand. The twins had white knuckles as they gripped my bed. Each had on a look that screamed fury, but by far, the most frightening was Harry's. I hadn't seen him so.... uncontrollably furious since he battled Voldemort.
"Why didn't you tell us? WHY?" He shouted when I didn't answer. He took me by my shoulders(albeit gently) and forced me to look at him. I saw such undiluted hatred and anger in them, that I wanted to melt through the floor. I made a move to speak, but all that came out was a strangled sob. He sighed and I buried my head into his shoulder. Hermione ushered the rest of my family out, telling them that they couldn't properly rant and scream until they were outside. I just kept sobbing into Harry's shoulder, who eventually sat down on my bed and rocked me back and forth, whispering soothing sounds into my hair.
"I didn't tell you..." I hiccuped after the window beside my bed grew dark, catching his attention. " I didn't tell you because ... of many things."
"Do you want to tell me them?" He asked, continuing to stroke my hair and back. I could tell he was holding back frustration.
"Well, the first time he was stone-drunk and he apologized for it later, saying something at work had caused him do drink himself into oblivion and he didn't know what he was doing, so I told... Told him that if he did it again, I was leaving." I heard a catch in his throat, but he continued to listen pleasantly.
"Then next time, I didn't clean the house fast enough and he told me that I was a disgraceful fiancé and that I deserved it, and I believed him."
"No, no, no." He hummed, lips against my ear. "Never think that. You are one of the most exquisite people I know. You could never deserve anything like that. You never deserve any hurt." I sniffed and continued.
"And then I was seen talking outside with the milkman, and Draco lost it and when he tried to beat me, I protected myself using magic, and he ended up locking my wand away and forbidding me to use magic ever again. He then threatened me, Ron, Bill, Charlie, Fred and George, Percy, Mum and Dad, 'Mione, you, everyone I knew. He told me that if I told anyone, he'd kill them all." And I burst into tears again, ribs protesting desperately.
"Don't worry, he can't get you now. You're safe."
"But, his dad is Lucius Malfoy! The head death eater! Draco may very well be one, too! They could..." He cut me off with a look in my eyes.
"Remember, Lucius Malfoy is in Azkaban, Draco Malfoy is about to be, and I can protect you and your family, as well as 'Mione and myself. Remember, I beat the son of a bitch that controlled them all." I laughed in a very wet manner, and it caused Harry to chuckle in turn.
"Ahem." There was a small cough from the doorway, and a witch in a nurses uniform tapped her foot impatiently. "If I may, Mr......"
"Potter." He supplied. "Harry Potter." The name caused the woman to twitch, and then leave, grumbling.
"I'll be back in ten minutes. I will expect you gone by then."
Harry just looked at me for a moment, and I giggled slightly.
"Thank you, Harry."
"For?"
"What do you mean, 'For?' I just had the biggest rant of my life and you didn't utter a peep. That's quite a feat, wouldn't you say?" He pulled me into another, more gentle hug, caressing my back and running his hand through my long red hair.
"I've been through worse." He murmured, and pulled back, looking me straight in the eye. "Gin....?"
"Yes, Harry?"
"Please don't hate me for this."
"Why would I ha– ?" I was cut off by him pressing his lips to mine in a completely innocent kiss.
"That." He whispered, placing his forehead against mine.
"Oh."
"Do you hate me?" I could sense the worry embedded deep in his rich tenor voice, which at the moment was wobbling dangerously.
"Harry, I never stopped loving you. I could never hate you." He sat up quickly.
"Wha-what? Then why did you accept Malfoy's proposal?" He accused, after a few strange expressions crossed his features.
"Harry, you never showed any signs of thinking of me other than 'Ron's little sister' and 'the thing I had to save from Tom Riddle's diary.' It's kind of discouraging, after about seven years of rejection. Then, Malfoy asked and I ended up thinking I could love him, but, it never happened, so, here I am." I shrugged, sheets pooled in my lap and my hands resting on my legs, palms facing skyward..
"Gin.... I had no idea..... Gods, I've loved you since fifth year!"
"What about Cho?" I asked, feeling slightly stung.
"I used her in the same way you used Draco. I thought after your second year, you fell 'out of love.'" I shook my head and he smiled in a huge way, so huge that I thought he might break his face.
"Do you realize what this means? We can become a couple, maybe get married, and have lots of red haired, green eyed kids!" at the mention children, my heart sank.
"Mr. Potter, don't get so ahead of yourself. The young woman just got out of an abusive relationship, and the abuse caused to her might render her unable to bear children." The nurse said as she walked into the room with a bottle.
"Not able to.... have kids?" I asked, horrified. I didn't want to have seven, like my mum, but I wanted a few.
"Chop chop, Mr. Potter. Visiting hours are over." I gave him a look that radiated utter patheticness, or at least that's what it seemed like, because he stood resolutely by my side.
"I'm not leaving."
"Perdone moi?" The nurse hissed.
"I'm not leaving. Ginny is one of my best friends and needs me, and I won't abandon her like I did before."
"Well, while that is all sappy sweet, I cannot allow you to atone for your previous mistakes on my time. Leave now or I will have to call security!"
"I won't leave her! She needs a familiar face around here! Anyone who's in a hospital does! Trust me, I know!" He took a firm grip of my hands. The nurse gave both him and I a look and then I realized something.
"OH MY GOD IT'S HIM!" Harry and the nurse looked at me confusedly.
"What?" The nurse asked sweetly. Far too sweetly.
"I know those eyes! First thing I remember about DRACO MALFOY!" I hissed, pointing at her, or, should I say, him. "Harry, cast the anti-polyjuice charm on him!" Harry looked a bit apprehensive, but cast the spell anyway. Nothing happened.
"Poor dear, she's delirious. Now, If you will leave, I will gladly give her her medicine and let her recuperate. I shook my head but Harry looked at me helplessly as the two hulking security guards cracked their knuckles.
"I can't Ginny."
"Harry, it's him. I know it is." Harry was led out of my sectioned off area by the two men. Looking back at me once more, I saw realization spark in his eye.
"Oh my gods. It IS YOU! I gave you that scar in seventh year!" The nurse automatically reached for the back of her neck and scowled with malice. She morphed into the familiar form of Draco Malfoy. Harry got protectively in front of me as Draco mused.
"I thought that the spell hid all of my bodily flaws...."
"It did." Harry replied. "I just took a guess." This, I could see, enraged Malfoy more. I could sense that they were going into 'testosterone mode' and got really worried. no offence to Harry, but Malfoys a good six inches taller.
"Harry! Just stop with the heroics and stun him!"
But draco smiled and lunged at the pause in Harry's thoughts.
"NO!" I screamed when He picked Harry up by the feet and nearly threw him out the window. I kicked Malfoy in the back of the knee and then used the momentum to throw him out, while Harry just hit the wall and slid to the ground, unconscious.
"Oh my god...." I whispered when I saw the spattered form of Draco on the sidewalk. After hobbling over to the window. I felt sick, and vomited on the floor beside me. "I killed him...." I heaved after I had emptied my stomach. "I actually killed him...." Ron just then burst into my cubicle and saw my current position and swept over to me and picked me up effortlessly and put me back into my bead. I clung to his shoulders. "I killed him, I killed him!" I sobbed, tears soking his shirt.
"No, no, it's alright, Harry's still breathing. He'll be alright!"
"No!" I whispered, and pointed shakily at the window as the rest of my family came in, Bill and Charlie included.
"Wha.... holy shit, Ginny, you killed the nurse?" Ron asked, looking back at me with shock in his face. I shook my head, then nodded it, then started crying again.
"He... she... it..." I hiccuped. "It was Draco. He cast a glamor spell." I drew my knees up to my head and sobbed again, feeling even sicker. "I need a basin." My mother wordlessly handed me the trash can next to the bed and I vomited again. Bill and Charlie took a look out the window, and bill silently took the other wastepaper basket and hurled.
"Ginny, what did you do?" My mother asked, slightly shaken at the sight of Draco's corpse and the crowd gathering around it.
"He tried to.... throw Harry out the window... I kicked him and then used my legs to shove him out and Harry hit the wall and I think I gave him a concussion!" I gulped again and dry-heaved into the can and lied back onto my pillows.
Harry then started awake, looking frantically around him.
"Malfoy, where is he, bloody bastard! I'll Kill him!" I laughed weakly.
"Sorry, but I already took care of it." Ron led Harry to the window and I heard Harry recoil.
"Gods, Ginny..... wait... that would have been me, wouldn't it?" I nodded my head, and I felt him place his arms around me shakily.
"Thank you, Gin." he whispered into my ear. "And, by the way, Happy New years."
"You're welcome Harry." I whispered back. "And, by the way, I love you."