So this is more drama-full than I would've liked, but hey, what can ya do?

Chapter 8: Wherein Ginny is the Bitch We All Know She Is

"The one and only," the little red-headed sex symbol wanna be said. Draco wanted to rip every hair out of her scalp and then braid it into a rug. Or pay someone else to braid it into a rug. Either way, he wanted the bitch's hair under his feet.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked, shocked.

"I was returning some stuff, and my key," she said, dangling the thing. If only she'd decided to knock first.

"I tried knocking, but no one answered," she said icily. "Who's your friend?"

It was then Draco remembered that he was scantily dressed in Harry's threadbare shirt. He wondered if it was as sheer on his body as it had been when he looked at it on the bed. He hoped it was.

"Hi," Draco said, going up to meet Ginny, thrusting his breasts out and quickly rustling his hair. He was sure he looked just like sex. Perfect. "Lovely to meet you," he said, using that throaty voice once again. "My name is Darcy."

"Do you have a last name?" Ginny asked, her voice was even more frosty than before.

"Spungen," Harry supplied. "Her name is Darcy Spungen."

"So you do know her full name, that's something," she muttered under her breath.

"What was that?" Draco asked innocently.

"Nothing," Ginny said, looking around the library. "Well isn't this cozy?" She tilted her head and stared at Draco for a moment. "Is that the shirt I gave you for Christmas?"

"Uh…what?"

"We need to talk," she said, pulling Harry into the adjoining room.

Draco laughed softly. Bitch hadn't even closed the door.

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"What the hell is going on here? We broke up two weeks ago Harry! And now you have a random half-naked woman in your apartment?"

Harry couldn't resist a snort. "We didn't just break up two weeks ago, you got the last of your stuff two weeks ago, you told me you were dating someone else two weeks ago. That isn't breaking up Ginny, that's driving a knife into my heart and then twisting it a couple times."

"Yes, you seem absolutely devastated," Ginny said, looking at her nails.

"Ginny…" Harry said, warning creeping into his voice.

"Yes, I'm sure that she's your grief counselor, that she's helping you through this ordeal…which is why she's half dressed!"

"Ginny-"

"You could've at least had the decency to tell me that you were sleeping around, so I didn't make an idiot of myself coming here!"

"Ginny shut up!"

She immediately fell quiet. Harry wasn't much the yeller or screamer.

"You were the one who left me Ginny, remember! You were the one who was sleeping around! I loved you Ginny, I probably still do! You've fucked me up so bad, I don't even know what to do!"

"So your solution is to sleep with gorgeous supermodels?"

"She's not a supermodel Ginny."

"Then who the hell is she?"

"She was a prisoner we found at Voldemort's headquarters. She was kept in a cage Ginny, a cage. Do you know what he wanted her for?"

"Stop," Ginny said, fear present in her eyes.

"Do you?"

"I don't want to hear this," Ginny said again, turning her back to Harry.

"He wanted her there so he could rape her Ginny. Any time he wanted. He even invited Draco to join in from time to time."

"Oh gods," Ginny said, her breath coming out in short gasps.

"And she's okay Ginny, that's the thing. Nothing has happened to you Ginny and everything's happened to her. But she's still better than you."

Ginny looked at him coldly in the eyes. "Then you shack up with her, fuck her, whatever. Obviously, I'm not good enough for you. Here," she said, throwing a box at him, "congratulations on defeating Voldemort."

And she walked out of his study, never once looking behind her.

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Draco quickly returned to his magazine as if he'd been reading it the whole time when Ginny burst out of the badly closed door, but inside he was as giddy as a schoolgirl. He stuck up for me, he thought, amazed.

"Leaving so soon?" Draco asked with all the sweetness he could muster.

"I'm afraid so," Ginny said, her voice hard and cold.

"Will you stop back again?"

"No, I don't think I will," Ginny said, her eyes glued on Harry who'd just emerged from the room. "It was nice meeting you," she said insincerely.

"Likewise." The moment the little wench was gone, Draco turned to Harry. "What was that all about?"

"Nothing, just tying up some loose ends," Harry said, his voice soft but not quite sad.

"Are you sure you're okay? I hope your fight wasn't about me," Draco said, drudging up some makeshift guilt.

"No, it wasn't. It was about Ginny and her need for what she can't have. I can't believe I love her."

"You love her?" Draco of course knew this, but it still hurt to hear aloud.

"Well, I loved her. And a part of me always will. But I can't help but think that there's someone out there…someone better for me than she could've ever been."

"You do?" Draco said, trying not to sound too eager.

"Yes, I do," he said firmly. "And I think I may just be sitting next to her."

Draco's eyes widened and he leaned in closer to Harry. "Really?"

"Yes." And with that, Harry planted a firm kiss on Draco's lips.