Draco and Ginny met in the chamber every night for almost a month before everything changed.

Their teachers had notice that they were both always tired. Fortunately, though, no one made the connection between the two of them.

Harry had become increasingly worried. He had mentioned it to Ron a few times, but Ron paid no attention. That is, until it had gone on for almost a month. He started following Ginny around during breaks, and always watching her out of the corner of his eye in the common room and at dinner. He had owled Molly, telling her all about how Ginny's grades were bound to go down, and Molly had immediately owled Ginny about her grades and telling her that this was not a time for late night parties and drinking, but for getting her education. There would be plenty of time for that later.

But Ginny continued to go down into the chamber every night to be with Draco.

But it wasn't to be like this forever. No, something had to go terribly wrong, as was always the case in Ginny's life.

It happened on the night of February 13th. Ginny had been fortunate on this night to have been able to sneak out early. All of her roommates had turned in early.

She snuck out, and carefully scanned the common room for any remaining students. It was empty, so she ran across it and out the door.

She dropped down into the tunnel, landing in the pile of bones that lay at the bottom.

She found Draco already there.

"You're early," he said quietly.

"So are you," she replied slowly.

"I always come here early. I usually do my schoolwork here; it's a lot easier to concentrate than when I'm around those stupid pricks that call themselves my friends."

He eyed her hungrily. She had on her usual skirt, rolled up high, but also had her top blouse buttons open, drawing his attention. He rushed her, pinning her to the wall of the tunnel and smothering her with his mouth. She moaned quietly.

He slowly slid his hand under her blouse. She stiffened for a minute, but then relaxed. As he slowly started sliding his hand upwards, she stiffened again. She pulled his hand downwards and placed it on her stomach, placing her hand over it and holding it there.

A few minutes later, he pulled his hand away and began running it lightly up and down her exposed thigh. She tried to pull her leg away but, as she was up against the wall, she couldn't. He slid his hand under her skirt and began stroking her through her panties. She pulled away.

"Draco, stop. I don't…I'm not ready."

He stepped forward and grabbed her wrists, holding them against the wall. He pushed her skirt up and pulled off her panties.

"What are you doing? I said stop!" she squirmed against him, but he was much stronger than her. He pulled out his wand and bonded her hands to the wall, leaving her helpless.

Ripping the remaining clothing from her body, he began touching and grabbing her all over her body.

Tears streamed town her face. "I thought you were different," she sobbed quietly.

Dropping his pants and boxers, he pushed himself inside her violently. "Looks can be deceiving. I happen to be a very good actor."

She screamed in pain as he began moving quickly. He moved faster and faster, completely ignoring her cries for help. All she could do was scream and cry.

Ginny's mind was becoming numb. She was having trouble comprehending what was happening to her. She felt a little dizzy, her head spinning.

"Don't pass out on me now, Ginny. You'll ruin my fun," Draco grunted.

Just as the room around her became dark, and she closed her eyes, she distantly heard Draco say "You'd better not tell anyone about this Ginny."

*~*~*~*~*~*

The next morning, Ginny awoke to find herself alone. She was lying on the floor of the cave, her hands no longer bound to the wall. Squinting, she tried to remember the events of the night before.

After several moments, it all came rushing back to her. With a sob, she realized that her body was sore and her wrists bruised. She felt very weak.

She slowly and cautiously climbed to her feet, picking up her forgotten want from the stone floor. She used it to mend her ripped clothing, and quickly dressed herself.

She walked down the tunnel, using the wall for support, and climbed cautiously out of the tunnel.

With all her remaining energy spent, she collapsed once again onto the floor of the bathroom.

*~*~*~*~*~*

Ginny woke, feeling extremely comfortable. Keeping her eyes closed, she listened for anyone else in the room.

"Is she awake yet?" Ginny heard from across the room. Footsteps lead right up to her side.

"Shhhh! Don't wake her, Harry dear," came a woman's voice from her other side.

But that sounded like… "Mum?" Ginny mumbled, opening her eyes and blinking a few times.

There were two faces hovering over her. Her mother and Harry Potter.

Harry was smiling widely. "I'll go get the others," he said before turning and leaving.

Ginny sat up slowly, raising her pillow against the headboard of the hospital bed and leaning back against it in a sitting position.

"How are you feeling, dear?" Molly Weasley asked her only daughter.

"Fine, I suppose. What are you doing here?" Ginny asked. She felt quite wide awake.

"Why, Dumbledore called me, of course! Ginny, do you know what happened to you last night?"

Ginny looked down at her lap. "No," she said quietly.

"Virginia, you know you can tell me, right?" asked the older woman.

At this time, the hospital wing doors swung open to reveal seven men ranging in age from 17 to 60.

"Charlie!" cried Ginny happily. She hadn't seen her brother for nearly two years. "Dad, Perce…What are you all doing here?" she asked.

None of her brothers, or her father for that matter, were smiling.

"What?" she asked, her happiness at seeing her family fading.

"Are you ok, Gin?" asked Charlie.

"I'm absolutely fine," she replied, trying to hide all of the untamed, negative emotions running through her.

Fred looked up at Molly. "Does she remember?" he asked.

Molly shook her head. "She says she doesn't."

Ginny could tell that the questions were about to come flying from the men around her, all of her brothers except for Bill, her father, and Harry. She needed an excuse to get out, and she needed it fast.

She drooped her eyelids a little. "I'm feeling rather tired," she said quietly to her mother. "I think I'm going to go back to sleep now."

She pulled her pillow down, sliding back down under the covers and relaxing.

"Alright! Everyone out! She needs her sleep." Molly chased them out of the hospital wing, leaving Ginny alone in the silence to think about the events of the night before.

(A/N – Ok so if you're wondering about what I said in my profile about all my stories being DracoGinny…I still mean it. I never said they would always be happily in love…I just said they would be together. I also never said that Draco was going to go completely out of cannon and be a non-bastard in all of my stories. Obviously, this is a perfect example of bastard!Draco. He will be like this in stories to come, also.

Anyways, thanks for the reviews, they are really appreciated. It is really difficult to write a story like this, but I wanted to show through my writing what I think of rapists. They all deserve to die. Anyways…thanks a lot and keep reviewing!)