Chapter Ten

Bareback, by mizlovegood

Dedicated to; mell8

Thanks soo much for the review mell!

Disclaimer: beeeeeep this isn't mine beeeeep it all is JK Rowlings beeeeeep
Summary: If Ginny Wealsey loved horses, if Draco Malfoy was abused, if Ron had done something unforgivable… You might just have read Bareback. PG13. Post Ootp!

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Chapter Ten

(Or is it not really chapter ten at all? Imagine the x-files theme song…)

Lips, swollen and pouting. Hands, calloused from long work and yearning for the silvery blonde that had just left them. Eyes, filled with tears, shining a sudden dark green like a fire put out on a mossy log. Heart, screaming in confusion, lost in an endless maze.

Life, something she couldn't understand.

As she made her way home she realized that it was a wonder she hadn't been caught. He had promptly left a full fifteen minutes before he was supposed to, leaving her to cry alone. She decided to walk home. It was a few miles, not too far, but she was always too late to walk it.

As she walked past house after perfect house she caught glimpses of the families inside. She hiccupped, and paused to watch a little boy being picked up by his father. That was what families were supposed to be like. Not torn apart, like hers. Not without contact between siblings, and without parents at all. Where was Ron staying? She figured with Fred and George.

A sob threatened to break from her chest as she focused her mind away from her parents. Parents who she was angry at for leaving her, parents who she missed with all her heart, so much it hurt.

Her parents she lied to herself about.

Parents she had blocked from her mind because she loved them so much.

She continued to walk, shuffling one foot after another. Painful step after step, until her ankles hurt.

I won't cry, I won't cry, I won't cry. She thought to herself.

What's wrong with crying, Gin?

Not you…

Yes Me. What's wrong with crying?

It portrays weakness! It's embarrassing, and it makes your face blotchy, and it makes you feel awful!
Ginny, all you need now is to cry.

She pulled at her hair and beat on her head trying to escape the voice, and then began to run. She ran, and ran, and ran until her lungs hurt and her legs stung, and she kept running. It was like something was chasing her, and she just wanted to run away from it but the faster she ran, the faster it chased her.

She heard a clap of thunder behind her, and knew the rain would be coming soon.

She slid on the road, falling to a stop on the grassy sidewalk. The feeling all came down on her at once, like a huge pressure painted onto her body.

"Lady- Lady are you alright?" She looked up at someone walking on the other side of the road. An old woman, probably in her eighties.

"Fine." She called back, choking on a sob.

"You'd better get home- its going to rain any second now!"

"Yes, I'm heading there." She replied, and watched as the lady slowly descended the road to her home.

As quick as lightning (probably because there was lightning) rain appeared on her cheeks and hair, faster and faster until she couldn't even see in front of her. She let out a laugh, and then a sob. She began to wail, sitting there in the rain. She cried, and cried, until the exhaustion of it made her want to curl up and sleep. She hiccupped once or twice, stood up, and began the long walk home.

Soon enough her shoes were soaked and she knew if she wore those shoes any longer she would get athletes foot, so against her better judgment she slipped off her shoes and socks and continued her walk.

The rain seemed to wash away her problems, and as much as she hated to admit it, dung face was right- a good cry had made her feel very good.

She smiled up at the rain, wondering if her parents were up there watching over her. She stopped, ran to the middle of the road where there were no trees, and waved. She waved up into the clouds and at her parents, hoping that they would see her somehow.

Then she turned, and ran. She ran, and ran, and ran this time not from something but to something- to her home, to her spot with her aunt where she knew she was safe.

Her feelings for Draco, and for Harry, she could sort out later.

Right now, she wanted to have a hot bath and then curl up with her Aunt Lydia and watch a muggle movie, and fall asleep on the couch.

Mostly, she just wanted to run.

A/N: The shortest chapter ever! Well not in my history, I have had some short ones! Sorry it was short but I just began to drabble about her feelings and well here you go, Chapter ten. (Sigh) it has finally come, chapter ten! (Sniffle) time to celebrate, cookies to all of my reviewers, and whoever reviews gets some cool prize!

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