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Death…Or Something Like It
Confrontations – Chapter Eight
A conveniently placed alley way appeared on her left and she rapidly ducked into the heavy darkness, hands clenched tightly over her mouth as the brutal whispers grew too much for her. She slammed her back against one of the slimy, brick walls as she tried to swallow the thick sobs welling up in her throat. How could people be so cruel? She was the victim, not her raping older brother!
Unconsciously her nails began to lengthen and sharpen as the fiercely protective entity she housed within her body awoke, trying its best to protect the one it blessed with its presence. A choked cry managed to escape from her mouth and that simply, pitiful noise drew a bushy haired woman into the shadows of the backstreet she cowered in.
"Gi-Esther?" A strangely concerned, warm voice.
Instantly, her momentary break down sucked itself back into the broken bottle it where emotions were shoved, sealing the hairline fracture they had oozed from as they receded.
"Hello Hermione." Her tone held no emotion, blank and plain as her face.
"What were you doing in here? This place isn't fit for even the lowest of the Slytherin."
"Typical Gryffindor comment, always thinking you're the best. I can't stand your goddamn attitude. If that is all you have to say to me, which it better be considering how you've treated me the past three years, get the fuck out of my face."
"Esther…" Hermione tried to interrupt.
"Shut up. There are other things I have to do that are far more important than talking to a self righteous, bravado instilled Gryffindor bitch who married that sick fuck, who is my goddamn brother despite what the bastards in the bogus, despicable, mendacious Ministry say, knowing full well what he did to me.
"Esther, please!"
"That is not my fucking name, bitch! Get it right, it is Ginevra Jasmine Weasley, if you even fucking think about calling my by that damn ridiculous title once more, I will hex your ass until it isn't even recognizable as meat." She paused for a moment, exhaling noisily before continuing. "I don't have time to talk to you. Get the hell out of my face so I can be on my merry little way."
The older woman looked at her for a moment before moving slightly so she was standing fully in the entrance to the alley. Her rant did not seem to bother Hermione and she merely watched the fuming redhead before clearing her throat.
"I understand that you don't want me here, so I am going to be brief. I did not know that Ron had actually done what you said he had done to you. It was wrong of me to disbelief you, I should have stood up for you, especially considering I am…-"
"Was."
"-…my best friend. Nothing I can do or say can make up for the horrible things you must have gone through, but my apology and promise to help you bring Ron to true justice, should, I hope, be enough to let us be friends once more."
"Oh yes, two women in the face of the entire Wizarding World. That will do so much good."
"But I helped defeat Voldemort…"
She let out a cruel snort and angrily raked a hand through her crimson curls, violet eyes flashing in the gloom. The cinnamon hued woman before her watched her warily, unsure of how to react to the youngest Weasley's strange new appearance.
"Perhaps if you were a man it would help, but in this disgusting world we live in, the flesh and muscle between a person's legs and the vats of hormones boiling in their bodies, determines how one will be viewed. Sorry, but nothing short of my entire ex-family, with the exception of that brutalizing bastard, and Harry-bloody-Potter deciding that my pathetic hide was worth their time and effort can bring your husband the punishment he so rightly deserves, until then I will just run off and cower in my putrescent hole of filth. Good day to you Mrs. Weasley, may you enjoy your married life with an incestuous sister fucker." Had anyone merely heard her tone and not her words, it would have seemed pleasant; but the biting gleam on her face was enough to chill even the hardest of hearts.
The bushy haired women rapidly moved so there was room for her to pass, a golden wedding ring sparkling with a sickly proud glint on Hermione's ring finger. She stomped past her and onto the busy street, the scurry of the public to move out of her way hardly being recognized.
On top of the soul shatteringly deep sorrow she felt, sudden wrath towards her once best friend welled up along side it. That particular mix of emotions left an acrid taste on the back of her tongue, souring her mouth as she fought the desire to let out a frustrated scream. She barely felt somebody bump fully into her, until a stumbled apology caught her notice.
"Oh, I'm sorry Miss…"
She knew the person who belonged to that voice. She whirled around on her heel, thick wine coloured locks swinging heavily behind her.
"You fucking bastard!" She shrieked, eyes sparking fierce flames. "Why the hell are you roaming the streets! You fucking ruined my life!" A hand flew up, complete with several inch long talons, slicing three furrows cleanly across his cheek.
"You bitch! Who the hell do you think you are?" Surprised, enraged cyan hues glared at her as he pressed his palm against his freely bleeding cheek.
A considerable crowd and suddenly began to grow at the first sight of a public fight, descended upon them like a group of flesh hungry carrion crows; eager to sink their gore incrusted claws into decaying skin.
"Who the hell do you think I am, you incestuous shit!" Her voice had escalated into a hysterical scream. "You fucking raped me and left me on the floor of our own brother's house where Esme found me sobbing, trying to stop the bleeding! You dare call me a bitch, you sister brutalizing fuck!"
"Ginny?" Confusion rapidly escalated into disgusting, carnal lust as his eyes suddenly blazed a light sapphire. "Look, if you just come back home with me, we can talk to Dad about lifting your restraining order…"
Her other hand came up and slashed his other cheek, one of the needle sharp points coming dangerously close to one of his eyes. "You foul, loathsome, sadistic maggot! Get the hell…" Her sudden explosion of anger was suddenly silenced by a stunning spell slamming into her chest.
She toppled backwards and in the brief moment she was on her back at her brother's feet, primal terror ripped through her. A scream of terror pounded against the seal her stunned closed lips made, before the protecting spirit within her quickly severed her consciousness, knocking her into blissful, safe darkness.
When she came to, the first thing that struck her was the frigid air sinking its teeth harshly into her much exposed flesh. She jerked into a sitting position and let out a sharp cry as she wrapped her arms about her bruised middle. Her thick hair fell around her face as she sucked in a labored breath, pain ripping through her as her lungs. It felt as if the impact of that stunning spell hitting her chest had broken her ribs, sharp fragments piercing the fragile organs within her.
Tears pricked the corners of her eyes as she slowly eased herself into a sitting position, back against the oozing wall behind her. The last thing she remembered was Ron's repugnant face leering down at her and then naught but a vast void of bleak nothingness. Then it hit her and a humorless chuckle of laughter escaped her in a wheezing noise as air rushed passed the fragments of bone piercing her lungs. Burning agony consumed her and a more than audible cry exploded from her mouth as tears streamed unbidden down her cheeks.
"Fuck!"
The Ministry had been alerted when she infringed upon the restraining order. They had known the moment she stepped into the mile radius that was supposed to be there to 'protect' her family from her insanity. It surprised her mildly that it had taken them so long to send an Auror out to collect her. Of course, she had been put into the most disgusting holding cell to await her trial. She shuddered unconsciously at the thought of scores of people who would look down on her in revulsion, memories of that horrid time three years before would undoubtedly be spoken about.
If only there was someone who would be able to post bail for her, but that only left a feeling of deep misery within her. Nobody cared enough about her miserable hide to pay for her freedom, in a sense. She would be forced to go to a second trial and, if she was lucky, only be throne into Azkaban for a short period of time. She was exceedingly lucky that she had not been locked in that horrifying fortress on that dilapidated island after her first time before the courts.
A second time, she would undoubtedly be shut up there for an extended period of time, or until she truly decayed into the mentally unstable creature her world believed her to be. Just as despair began to truly descend over her, the bars to her cell clanged open and a formidable looking Auror stood in the newly vacated space.
"Miss. Malady, your bail has been posted and you are free to leave."
She rose steadily to her feet, no trace of weakness shown on her face. She took a brief glance at the man, hiding her shock at who he was. "Dean? I didn't know you wanted to be an Auror…"
A cold sneer of loathing twisted his attractive features into an unattractive mask as he sniffed at her, roughly grabbing her round the bicep and 'leading' her out of the cell. "Don't talk to me, Malady. You ruined my life when that scandal was made public. We were engaged and you fucked your own brother. I knew you had some quirks, but that is just disgusting!"
"You don't believe me?" Her tone wavered; while she had not believed that anyone had truly believed her, she had hoped that her fiancé had at least had an inkling that she had been nothing by truthful.
"Believe you? You really must be insane! Why would Ron ever want to screw his sister? At least he has some morals, unlike you. How could you ever even want to shag him? He's related to you!"
"But I didn't…"
"If you would just admit to what you did, perhaps I can help you…That is, if you help me with something first."
Somehow in the space of a few seconds, the man she had respected and come to love during her naïve youth, turned from furious to lusty. Suddenly she was no longer a prisoner, but naught but a piece of meat that could be bought for the lowest of prices. She roughly jerked her arm from his grasp and glared at him with icy violet hues, her face darkened with the intensity.
"Someday you, and everyone else who thinks that he is the victim, will pay for ostracizing me when I needed you the most. Just you wait, you'll rue the day you ever betrayed me."
She strode away from, skin crawling in disgust as she entered the main room of the holding facility, rage and hurt literally rolling off of her in tangible waves. To her surprise, Draco stood imperiously in the middle of the large space, glaring distastefully at the setting he found himself in. When his gaze fell on her, a barely traceable smile brightened his face for a brief moment before indifference replaced it.
"Honestly," He said haughtily, "I cannot even take my eyes off of you for a moment without you running off and getting yourself into trouble." As he spoke the delightfully sharp, elongated canines in his mouth glinted, revealing his true nature to any who did not previously know it.
Dean appeared and lightly shoved her in the blonde's direction, no expression readable on his features. "You pet is returned to you Malfoy, you have no place here anymore."
Draco, an arm wrapped firmly about her waist to tether to his side, bowed mockingly to the darkly skinned man before slipped his other hand about her shoulders and pulling her closely against his chest. Just before he pulled their bodies and souls from that place to their home, he brought his lips down around her ear area.
"We are going home now, you are safe." He said simply, the breadth of his affection for her warming her numb bones.
She absently registered her shattered ribs pressing harder into her lungs, before falling limply against him and letting him take her from the place where she was so hated for an act her own flesh commit against her unwilling person.
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