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A/N: thanks for reviewing. Warning: There are quite some explicit things in this chapter, so be warned.

Chapter 19: The Great Escape.

"I'm leaving tomorrow," Tom announced, an aggravated look in his eyes, "I have to be in Tambov, unfortunately."

"How long for?" Ginny said, taking her fifth piece of chicken.

Tom smiled as her, but it went unnoticed. "Don't worry, I'll be here when you go into labour, Ginny," he said with a slight chuckle, thinking she was worrying over the issue once more. Depending on me already, are you, my love?

Ginny nodded slowly. "Why do you have to go?" She didn't understand, if he was the leader of the whole lot then he didn't have to do anything he didn't want to.

Tom's smile widened. "A few rebel groups decided to band together, and thought it would be funny to control of the city," he said maliciously. "Let's hope they'll die laughing."

Ginny felt the baby give a forceful kick, she gasped at the sharpness and laid her hand on her stomach. It kicked harshly again, causing her to look down and pat her stomach lightly, smiling. "Shh, what has brought on this violent behaviour, little one?" she whispered, making her words inaudible to Tom.

Tom stared, watching as she murmured to her abdomen. What was she saying that he could not hear? Ever since she had grown bigger she seemed to omit a much healthier glow than before, perhaps it was because there was another life inside her, a life that was moving. A life they had created together. In his eyes, it made Ginny even lovelier.

"You look beautiful," he muttered, never afraid to tell her so, and never able to stop himself from saying it.

"Would I still be beautiful to you if the baby wasn't yours?" she said spitefully.

Tom stared at her, silent for a few seconds, and then he sneered. She had to ruin it. "No one has ever been inside you like I have, Ginny," he said in a brutal whisper. "I'm the only man that has seen every inch of your naked flesh, the only one to come inside you, or created life inside you," his voice rising.

Ginny cast her eyes downwards. "How can you be sure you were the only one?"

Tom's eyes flashed, pure anger spilling from his body as he stood sharply, his chair smacking to the ground. Ginny jumped, staring at him with wide eyes as he slammed his fist on the table, causing the drinks to spill. "You were a virgin!" he shouted, "you were a virgin the first time I touched you!" He stood to his full height and stepped around the table, dragging Ginny up out of her chair. "I took your virginity, Ginny, it's mine, and you are mine." They stared into each others eyes; Tom saw fear, and Ginny saw desperation. He placed his hands on her stomach possessively. "And this baby is mine." He bent his head lifting her face up, and kissed her deeply.

"No one will ever have you like I have, Ginny," he whispered, "I'm never going to let you go, not like my bastard father," he said through gritted teeth, "and no one will take you away from me….Tell me the truth, Ginevra."

She stared up at him, not knowing what to do. "I…what?"

"Tell me the truth! I know you were a virgin!" he said harshly, tugging her arm and making her fall against him. He held her tightly, gripping her desperately.

She realised that she was really going to have act this time. Ginny looked into his eyes, hers becoming large and doe-like. "No one has ever touched me like you have, Tom, it is the truth," she said softly, yet his grip stayed unrelenting. She grasped his hand, placing it on her stomach upon feeling the baby beginning to kick once more. It kicked against Tom's hand, and Ginny placed hers over his, smiling gently. "See," she whispered, "the baby knows his father's touch." Still Tom gripped her.

Ginny looked down, she wanted to keep the baby safe from his father's murderous mind, so now she had to push her limits. "Do you remember the night he was conceived, Tom?" she whispered. "Can't you remember?" she said as he didn't answer. He did remember, perfectly; her moist skin moving against his, her legs wrapped tightly around him. "It was our wedding night."

Tom relaxed his grip slowly, dismissing her previous behaviour as hormones.

Ginny felt another sharp kick, and she gasped, her act faltering for a split second as she clutched Tom's arm momentarily. She smiled up at him. "Did you feel him kick?" she murmured, her head resting on his chest. "He's going to be a powerful wizard one day, like you."

Tom relaxed his grip completely and pulled her as close as her stomach would allow. She understood his power, she saw the propensity of it, and maybe she even admired it. He kissed her head and stroked her stomach, feeling his son's movements. "My little, lovely Ginny. All mine." He bent slightly and pulled Ginny up into his arms. And he knew she was his, now and forever as she latched her arms around his neck, scared she might fall.

He carried her all the way up to their bedroom and then set her down on the end of their bed. He had been longing for her to say things like that. Say things a proper wife says. Tom felt utterly annoyed that he had to leave her again, now that she was being absolutely lovely. He wondered if she would be alright-if his child would be alright- with a long night of pleasure. Something inside of him wanted to stomp around and sulk, he wanted to stay with Ginny, maybe he could leave it for a while…but, no, he had to show his power was absolute.

"Tom?" Ginny whispered.

Her voice snapped him out of his thoughts and he turned to face her again. "Come, come here," he held his hand out to her. Ginny pushed herself up and took his hand, he bent his head and kissed her gently, tangling his hand in her hair, and kissing her deeper. He untied the small bow on the front of her dress, the barrier between her breasts and his hands. "Wh-what are you doing?"

"Shh, I'm going to miss you, Ginny," he said, stroking her face and kissing her fully on the lips. She pushed his shoulder, wanting to get his attention. "What is wrong?"

"The baby…" she said quietly, "I don't want him to get hurt."

Tom continued to stroke her face gently. "Come now, Ginny, he'll be fine, alright? I know." He led her back to the bed, undoing her dress and leaving her petticoat on. "I want you to remember tonight, as you remember the night the child was conceived."

Ginny wondered when Tom had become so different. When had he changed? Why had he changed? She knew that he wanted her tonight, and there was no point in resisting after everything she had said. Tom wanted her so much; to feel her soft skin again, to hear her breath coming out short, seeing her breasts heave with every gasp, and to smell her vanilla and peaches.

He would have to be gentle with her. "I can be gentle, Ginny, will you let me show you?"

Ginny hesitated. If she said 'yes' it would not be rape. If she said 'no' then he would know that she was lying before, and he might harm the baby if he became angry.

"Yes, Tom."

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"Are you sure it was Moscow, Ron?" said Harry, staring around at the near deserted streets; it was as though something had happened and people were afraid to go out.

"Of course I'm sure," Ron replied, "I cast the spell, but it didn't say where precisely."

"There might be Wards," Hermione suggested.

"If the bastard set up Wards the spell wouldn't have worked," Ron said, concealing his wand in his sleeve, and muttered "Point Me." The tip of his wand shot out a silver arrow, westwards.

"What if he's there?" Harry said darkly.

Ron looked ahead. "Then we'll have to take our chances."

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The arrow had pointed them the way there. A house came into their view, it was rather normal, nothing seemed unusual about it, and their were no guards at the door. "He must be too confident," Hermione said, smiling.

They walked up to the door and knocked on it cautiously, themselves becoming confident as they had encountered no booby traps whatsoever. A house-elf opened the door. "Yes?" it squeaked.

"Is your master here?"

"No, sir," it replied. "Tilly can't permit any visitors."

Ron was beginning to get frustrated at this small obstacle. "Stupefy!" he hissed, and the house-elf fell back onto the marble floor with a dull thud.

"Ron!" Hermione protested.

"I've only made it easier than it already is," he defended. The arrow began to spin wildly, then it stopped on a nearby staircase.

"A bit too easy," Harry murmured as they began walking up the staircase.

"I don't understand," Hermione whispered, "there are no Wards whatsoever."

"Maybe he thinks that everyone has given up," Harry suggested.

"Who cares?" Ron said impatiently. "This is luck, let's be glad that we are having some." The silver arrow pointed southwards as they reached the top of the stairs, toward a door at the end of the passage. "I want to be alone with Ginny for a while, to tell her what has happened."

"Don't you think that should wait, Ron, we should get her home first," Hermione said softly.

"You're right, that should wait." Ron made his way to the end of the corridor and pushed open the large oak door. "Ginny?" he called softly, shutting the door behind him.

"Who's there?" came her panicked voice from behind the concealed side of the bed.

"Have a look."

Ginny peeked over the edge. "You're not real!" she cried.

"Of course I'm real," he muttered, edging onto the bed. His eyes widening as she came into view, his expression turning to pure rage. "What the fuck has that bastard done to you!"

Ginny began to cry. "He w-wouldn't st-stop. I'm sorry, Ron!"

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A/N: Uh oh…. Ginny's gotten away….What will Tom do? Sorry for the disappointment, but you will just have to wait until the end of the story. Also, I am rewriting and adding scenes to the next chapters, so the next chapter might not be up until next week depending on whether I want to change anything. Meanwhile, I want at least 10 reviews for this chapter, it keeps me going knowing your thoughts on the fic.