A/n –I'm posting chapter upon chapter, and I get no reviews. That too when the story has reached a point where I can proudly call it one of the masterpieces here. I'm disappointed! Draco Malfoy, may or may not appear soon. It all depends on how strongly you guys demand his presense.

Ginny adjusted the thin strap of her dress, speculating whether or not she should carry a shawl. The evening air was rather cold, and being a Weasley came with an acute affinity to sprout Goosebumps. She gave a small smile, as she recalled the days, when as a child her mother had always bundled her up in blankets, even if Ginny gave out a smoky breath. The pain was evident on her face, as she looked deeply into the mirror.

She shuddered, as she though back to the last three months of her life. How had things gotten so out of hand? She wondered if Christopher would still be ecstatic to meet her. Would he still be the gentleman that he had been previously? As the thought of his harsh words in the muggle newspaper came back, Ginny gave a rueful smile.

She hadn't heard from her parents at all either. They apparently weren't too affected by the absence of one member of their family from the dinner table. Ginny still caught odd stories about Percy and Bill. She always treasured the clippings from the Daily Prophet that glorified her family.

As if in an ascending mode, her mind automatically went to Draco Malfoy. She wondered, probably for the tenth time, if he had ever felt anything for her. All those small gestures, their shared kiss……..didn't they mean anything to them.

"Ginerva, are you ready?" came the voice of Richard from the other side of the door. Quickly wiping away the stray drops of tears that had escaped, Ginny gave her Red muggle beach dress a penetrating look, searching for any creases. Shoulders squared, lips glossed and eyes outlined by mascara, Ginny confidently walked upto the door.

"There you are," he said, as Richards gaze took in her appearance. She knew she looked good, and Richad's eyes only confirmed that thought. "You look stunning," he said, a small catch in his breath, which Ginny caught instantly as nervousness. Why was he nervous?

"You don't look too bad yourself," she said softly, giving him a small smile. His face lit up instantly, all nervousness gone now.

"Shall we?" he asked, giving her his hand in invitation. She gave him another smile and entwined her hand in his.

The couple looked gorgeous as they walked into the ethnic and chic restaurant by the sea. The waves rushed forward, bringing along with it layers of salt. They water looked black, under the night sky. The night was cloudless as Ginny could make out the small stars twinkling in the sky. She felt the same feeling of piece take over her, as Richard pulled out a chair for her. She was going to enjoy this trip, even if it was without Draco Malfoy.

"So you think that the Employee's emergency act interrupts the flow of work?" asked Ginny, taking a small sip of the most heavenly wine she had ever tasted.

"Don't get me wrong, its all very fine when we're talking about a corporate office, but at a resort like here, we really do need most of our staff at all times," said Richard . His eyes sparkled when as he spoke about something he apparently felt very passionately about. Ginny noticed that faint spark whenever the resort was mentioned. She found herself remembering the great Albus Dumbledore. She smiled indulgently, taking another sip of the wine.

"I personally think that such acts must be introduced more often," said Hermione. "In the muggle world, there are special sections that deal with such rights. A person could file a law suit against a company if he isn't treated well," she said her voice rising well above that of the other patrons of the restaurant.

"Well, it all depends upon the situation and its urgency," said Ron, who was desperately trying to get his wife's voice back to a normal pitch.

"Oh well, I still think that Ministry needs to change the laws," said Hermione, before taking a small bite of the food on her plate. "By the way, Richard this crab is delicious," said Hermione, giving a small hiccup.

Richard gave her a small smile, "Thank-you. My chef's I assure you are very well payed and get regular holidays," he said good naturedly.

Ginny smiled, as she heard Hermione burst into giggles. She felt her tense muscles relax, as she heard the rhythemic motion of the waves. Soon soft music reached her ear, as she turned to see that many couples were enjoying the evening dancing. She turned ,as she heard Ron's voice in her ear, "Care to dance, little sister?" he asked. Ginny gave him a brilliant smile. Ever since the disownment, Ron had never spoken so warmly to her. It was almost like old times. She accepted his outstretched hand, and turned to raise her eyebrow at her sister-in-law. Hermione merely waved them off.

As she moved to the rhythym of the song, she raised her eyes to Ron's. He was looking very gently at her, as if she were a piece of delicate china. "I'm sorry about the last few days, Gin," he said softly. She gave him a small smile ,"its alright Ronnie, I forgive you," she said before giving him a small kiss on the cheek.

"May I have this dance?" Ginny turned around to see Richard standing with Hermione, his hand extended to her. Blushing , as she realized that she was monopolizing her brother's time, Ginny steped out of his embrace and Followed Richard to the heart of the dance floor. She turned around to see Ron and Hermione gazing deeply into each other's eyes. She felt an odd feeling well inside her.

Richard gently took her in his arms. She realized that he danced rather well. "Thank-you for the evening Richard," she said softly, her head on his shoulder.

"Don't mention it dear, I have all selfish gains here," he said. As the music died down, and people clapped, Ginny realized that had things been different, she would have definitely given Richard a chance. She gave him a small smile before heading back towards their table.

"I'm beat. I think we should retire for the evening," said Hermione, giving Ron a small wink. Ron's ears turned red, as Richard gave him an odd look. "I'll escort Ginerva to her room," he said to both Ron and Hermione.

As they walked towards their quarters, Hermione wondered out loud, that probably Ginny might get over all her depression in Richard's presense. Their idea was indeed a very wise one.

Ginny awoke the next morning to brilliant sunshine pouring through her window. She yawned sleepily , and stretched to drive the last remains of sleep away. She sighed , feeling a lot better than she had in the past few days. She felt safe here, no stalker to stare at her , follow her every move. She smiled as she remembered the previous night. Richard indeed was a very nice man. She frowned, Why did things have to be so complicated?

Slowly, she stretched her feet and rose. Her room was flooded with a bright orange light, illuminating every dark corner of the vast suit. There was no need to feel scared to shadows here. Humming a muggle song, she moved towards the shower. It was going to be a glorious day.

"Listen baby,

Ain't no mountain high,

Ain't no valley low,

Ain't no river wide enough baby….."

Ginny sang into her hair drier, as she turned the shower off. She had always liked this particular muggle song. It always made her feel like there was someone out there who would cross the deepest of ocean only for her. Her romantic idea's about life had often bewildered Christopher. Even when they had shared an apartement, he had always cringed at the way Ginny sang the song while showering. Ginny laughed and she remembered those times fondly.

"Ginny, are you done already?" said Hermione banging on Ginny's door. "You know you'll miss the safari if you don't hurry up," she said, glancing again at her watch.

Ginny stopped singing , "You guys go ahead Hermy, I think I'll just stay around here today," she said.

"But why? I thought you really wanted to see this place," said Hermione worriedly.

"Yes," said Ginny. She stepped out of the bathroom, her bikini in place. "I want to enjoy the beach for a little while longer," she said.

"but……"

"Please Hermione, come on. You guys carry on," said Ginny heading towards her dressing table.

"Richard's going to be there," said Hermione, a small grin pasted on her face. "He'll be upset if he doesn't see you around," she said childishly. Ginny understood her sister-in-law's attempts to get her to cheer up. But the fact remained that she wanted to stay on the beach.

Ginny turned around to face Hermione. "Look dear, please , don't worry too much about me. I'll be fine," she said .

"Oh well, enjoy the day," she said, before turning and quietly exiting the room. Ginny stared at the closed door for a while, before resuming her singing.

She let the waves wash over her. She made quite a site, a red haired woman, wearing a deep sea-green bathing suit, relaxing in the blue sea. She smiled as the various colour contrasts formed a mental picture. She could feel her hair sticking out at odd angles, but the fact that she was almost asleep helped calm her nerves. It was a great feeling, to be floating in the deep blue ocean.

Normally, she would have been rather terrified of being out all alone, so deep in the ocean. Her overworked imagination made every wave seem like a potential creature, all out to get a taste of her flesh. She had lied awake at nights, recalling the muggle movies that showed the gruesome outcome of shark attacks. The open jaws of the creature, the razor sharp white teeth, and the smooth skin, had been stuff nightmares were made of. Well at least Ginny's nightmares.

But out here, where she knew that she was safe of stalkers and rapists, she would be damn if a simple shark would spoil her day. She closed her eyes, and gave out a contented sigh. This was bliss she thought.

As another wave washed over her, she felt a small tug at her feet. Ignoring it as ……..nothing in particular, she kicked slightly. That's when she realized that her legs were in a deathgrip. And it didn't feel like the teeth of a shark, they were hands of a human, of a man if the grip was anything to go by. Panicking, Ginny tried to kick again, her arms flying everywhere.

She tired making some sound, the her voice got lost somewhere deep in her throat, and all that came out was a croak. Her arms that were hitting the water randomly, tried swimming back to the surface, but the grip of the attacker held her in place. She felt confused and helpless, and her face went below the water surface. Her eyes were vitness to the green and yellow fauna, before her head bobbed back up to the surface.

Dragging a much needed air in her lungs, she gave out a loud shriek, before her head was forced back inside the water. Her arms were brought up back, the cool air hitting her face, making her shiver. Her stalker's hands were on her waiste now, as her played with her helpless and now very tired body, bobbing it up and down.

Ginny sent a short prayer out to whatever God there. If she were to excape this alive, she would definitely try and reconcile with her parents. She would help Hermione with all her kids, and would even compete with Emily, if she had to. Unlike before, the thought of Draco Malfoy brought her no strength. Infact it made her more weary, and she finally gave in to the darkness that was already forcing its way upto her, and promptly fainted.

The attacker looked down at her form, and gave a small mischievous grin, before dragging her back to the shore. He was going to enjoy bringing her back.

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