Authors Note; Okay this one is a little more romantic. But enjoy Harry being in this chapter, and part of the next one. Because its not over yet!

Oh yeah, in review let me know; Are you all interested in who the "man" is and who would you rather see Ginny with Dean or Harry?

Two hours later, The man was escorting her into a large nicely set, glowing ballroom.

Ginny had been pulling at the thong just minutes before coming into the room, and adjusting the halter dress to sit a little less sexy on her body. Her hair was down in lose curls, and a blood red color painted her lips, making her, no doubt, one of the best looking females in the whole house. For that, he wore her arm proudly around his.

By the looks of them, no one would have guessed she was being held against her will, and had been banged against bars and beds and hit with chains. But her mind wasn't on anything else but finding someone she knew, someone she could run to and make them take her away.

"It's nice to see you behaving for once, if bringing you into the main house makes you this obedient, I'll do it more." The man whispered into her ear, as he guided her over to a corner of the room next to the serving table. Obedient? Yeah right, she was just waiting on the perfect time to bolt.

Ginny listened to the music numbly, but continued scanning the room for anybody, anyone who could save her. Then it happened, her eyes feel upon Harry and her heart gave a large jump, but she wasn't the only one who saw him. "What's he doing here!" He boomed, then threw Ginny into the arms of another man. "Get her out of here, NOW!" He yelled, not this time. She wouldn't let her chance slip away like last time.

Throwing her elbow back she felt it collide with the man's nose. Quickly pulling up her dress she removed the knife, which others noticed and started screaming about. One woman even screamed "She's got a knife! She's here to kill the minister!" Stupid lady. Ginny stabbed the knife through the mans hand with enough force she felt it go through the table as well, without another thought she ran through the crowd in the room and started screaming.

"Harry!" She gasped as her arms reached him. Grabbing a hold of his jacket she pulled him out of the room, and as far out of the house as she could manage until he stopped her, but she kept trying until she finally turned around to face him. "Harry come on, we have to run. Now!" She practically begged, other people were coming out. She didn't know who else The man had looking around for her, and she needed to move.

Harry didn't move though, he just studied her, or more then her, her clothes, her hair, her make-up. "Harry please, they'll find me, and they'll punish me, please." Without a word Harry grabbed her hand and with a click they were gone.

Then within a minute, they were standing inside the white houses living area. Looking around, Ginny decided they were probably miles away from the gathering, and it was safe, for now, to relax. "W-" Harry started but Ginny threw her arms around him and tightened them against her body as much as she could. She didn't want to let go, not now, not ever. Her muscles were tense, but they relaxed once she felt Harry's arms wrap around her. What had only been three nights felt like three years.

Hearing someone enter the room she jumped and backed away from Harry, as a reflex she still expected to be punished, but couldn't wrap her mind around the fact she wasn't in that horrible place anymore. "G-G-Ginny?" She looked at her mother, and nodded. Then a rush of comfort hugged her as she felt her mum's arms pull her into a bear hug. Her mum was crying, Molly Weasley was crying and Ginny could feel her tears through her dress. "Mummy, I'm here. It's okay. I'm okay." Ginny said as comforting as she could, mainly convincing herself. Not her mother.

"Dear, where have you been? We've looked everywhere since you didn't come home that night." Molly said through sniffles. "All in good time, mum." She replied letting go of the hug, turning around Harry was sitting on the couch looking her up and down. Again, mainly paying attention to the dress.

"Couldn't have been that bad, you're wearing a nice bit of money's worth." Harry stated, already pissed off at the fact it seemed Ginny was doing better away from him then she was with him. Ginny smiled and sat on his lap pulling him into another hug. "I'll go on and make something..anything." Molly smiled and made her way into the kitchen, leaving Ginny and Harry alone. Even though Harry was upset by his assumption, he still wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him. "Harry, it was bad. It was very bad." Ginny said in a reassuring tone, making it sound like it was easier to go through then it actually had been. "Then why-"

"He's a sick, twisted man, Harry." She explained, letting go of the hug but staying seated on his lap. Just then two more 'clicks' happened and Ron and Hermione appeared. "You did it, didn't you!" Hermione yelled in a half-joking half-accusing tone. Ginny looked up at her startled. "Did what?"

"You broke that poor mans nose, and put the knife through -"

"Who isn't so poor!" Ron commented amused.

"Hand, didn't you? They're looking for you now!" Hermione yelled. "Yes, but he was my kidnapper, he-"

"He's a respectable man in the ministry of magic, Ginny. I doubt he was truly-"

"He isn't respectable! He is horrid, he dressed me in thi-"

"Oh no, not that nice red dress!"

"IT'S NOT NICE!" Ginny huffed and stood up. "You think this is nice? I shouldn't have come back to you! None of you!" she yelled and ripped the red dress off and threw it at Hermione's feet, then took off out the door in nothing but her bra and thong. "What a minute, was she-?" Harry began.

"No! She's my baby sister!" Ron yelled and took off towards the door himself. "Ron, I'll get her. You don't need to see her in that again." Harry said getting up and pushing past Hermione, and out the door he went.

Walking just away up he found her laying on the concrete crying. "Ginny, here." He said softly, he wrapped his jacket around her and supported her up into a sitting position. "It wasn't nice." She cried her head lolling to her right side. "He wanted me to kill-, and he threw me against-, and he hit me!" she cried even louder, as large tears continuously rolled down her cheeks. "Ginny slow down, explain." Harry said standing her up. "Just, no. I risked a lot to get to you, and then she acts like that!" Ginny yelled, and she couldn't understand it. Why was Hermione going off on her like that?

'Click'

They were in Harry's room. He sat her down on his bed then sat beside her. "Now, explain."

Angrily Ginny ripped off his jacket and her bra, revealing the bruises and cuts. Even a nasty long, thick slash across her back from the force of the chain. "He did it, all of it! It wasn't nice!" She kept crying. With this, Harry pulled her close again, kissed her forehead and just held her.