Disclaimer: Sorry still don't own it, no matter how many souls I sacrifice. Just kidding. Okay here's the next chapter. It starts getting interesting from here on out I promise. Cause unfortunately the first 3-4 chapters were just introducing things. So to all of you who perservered congratulations! Andthanks to my beta readerI love her so much,andI would really appreciate reviews people. Tell me what you think. ShouldI continue this story?

Midnight Stroll

It wasn't until late Sunday afternoon that Ginny decided to wake up. She rubbed her eyes, clearing them of blurry vision. She shoved her feet over the side of the bed and walked around the room trying to find something to wear.

Finally deciding on something, she trudged her way down to the common room, only to find it empty. 'Perfect,' Ginny thought, 'I can get started on my homework.'

Running back up the staircases, Ginny gathered all her books, being careful not to drop them on her toes. Then, she slowly walked back down. She slid her books onto the table in front of the fireplace and plopped herself on the floor behind them.

Over the next few hours, Ginny continued to do her homework, only taking a break for dinner. Jenna came up to the tower only once that day, asking Ginny if she wanted to take a walk, but Ginny turned down the offer and thanked her anyway, saying she had just too much homework to finish.

When Ginny did decide to call it quits, it was around 9:00 pm. She stretched and yawned before getting up. Walking out into the corridor, she decided to take a walk outside, being careful not to be caught by anyone prowling the corridors at this time of the night.

At the same time on the other side of the castle, you could find Draco patrolling the hallways with his hands casually in his pockets. 'Why me?' he yawned. 'Why couldn't I be asleep in my bed.' But, every so often when he passed a portrait of a young woman, his thoughts would drift back to Ginny and what she had said to him the night before.

"Yeah, I wonder how you got that role Malfoy. Think real hard because I hear a lot of things and let's just say they're not good."

That line played in his head repeatedly. "What did she mean by this?" he mumbled under his breath, continuing his Head Boy duties.

Traveling to the main entrance, Ginny had managed to dodge Filch and that cat of his twice in the matter of minutes.

When she finally pushed open the double doors, she was met with a cold gust of wind rushing through her. The gust of wind managed to float through her and into the main entrance making a few statues turn her way. She smiled to herself as she made her way onto the Hogwarts grounds, the wind wrapping itself around her.

Walking down the steps, Ginny could see puffs of smoke coming from Hagrid's Hut. But, on the other hand, in the distance was the Forbidden Forest. It was dark and foreboding and beckoned to her to come closer.

Ginny took one last look, shivering and steered away from the Forest, slowly trudging her way down the landscape to the lake.

Reaching the lake, she sat down and watched as the giant squid flailed his arms in and out of the water playing with a bird that was flying through his arms. Looking around, she took in the peaceful atmosphere around her.

The air was cold that night, every once and a while whistling as it skimmed through the grounds. The moon could be seen casting its shadow against the clouds covering it.

As Ginny heard the faint chiming of the clock striking 12 in the distance, she decided to head back to the castle, unaware that someone was watching her.

She stood up, wiping her clothes of any grass that stuck to her and walked back up to the castle deep in her own thoughts. A few minutes later, she looked around and realized that she had walked into an unknown part of the Hogwarts grounds.

Looking around, she found that she couldn't tell the direction she had come from. She walked slower, turning her head left and right, trying to find out where she was. 'Okay,' she thought, taking a deep breath and trying not to panic, 'this is just perfect. I'm out here all alone and I don't know…'

CRUNCH!

Ginny abruptly stopped as she sensed something behind her, her heartbeat quickening to a deafening beat…

CRUNCH!

Ginny's panic quickly turned to fear. Someone was approaching her and fast. Her mind raced through all possible options as the intruder got closer by the second. So she did the only thing she could think of at that moment… she ran. She knew that shouldn't, but it was the only thing she could think of.

Ginny kept on running, not bothering to look behind her. She could use her wand, but what good would that do? Trudging through her robes would only slow her pace, making what was chasing her get even closer.

Ginny picked up her pace as she listened intently to what was following her. The breathing, the rhythm of the feet padding across the ground. It only led to one answer. A guy was chasing her.

Running out of breath, he finally caught up to her. Reaching out, he grabbed her arm, spinning her around to face him. Fighting as hard as she could, she tried to loosen his grip on her, but he was just stronger and bigger than she was.

He easily pinned her against the trunk of a tree, kissing her harshly, forcing his tongue into her mouth as far down as he could go. Not able to take it anymore, she bit down hard, blood flowing freely into her mouth as the cut on his tongue deepened.

"You bitch," he slapped her. Ginny's face stung as a red handprint appeared on her face. Bringing her head back around, he slowly began to kiss her neck. She could feel his lips sucking and licking every part of her neck, leaving no place unexplored.

She put her hands on his chest and tried pushing him away. He ignored her and kept kissing her neck as if she wasn't doing anything at all. Ginny continued to try to push him away as he continued the assault on her. Getting annoyed, he stopped kissing her and gripped her arm, throwing her into the ground and brutally pinning her underneath him.

Bruises appeared on her wrists as she flailed her arms and legs, trying to come in contact with any of his body parts.

He slapped her again and again he felt her jaw snap. This time, it was her own blood flowing into her mouth. "You know, I was ordered to kill you fast, but I think I'll let you die slowly and painfully," he laughed as she whimpered, sinking back into herself.

Ginny silently prayed for her life as the tears that threatened to fall finally flowed freely down her face. Her attacker paid no attention to this.

The Hogwarts grounds were silent except for the yell or whimpering of someone being ripped from the world they thought they knew. Not a sound echoed. The trees could even feel the pain, as they made no movement whatsoever. Up above, the moon made its way from behind the clouds, as the light shone on Ginny and her enemy. "Crabbe," she said incredulously, not taking her eyes away. "Why are you doing this?"

Crabbe laughed at her naïveté and punched her in the face and then in the stomach until she doubled over in pain on her knees. Getting up, he laughed harder and harder as he kicked her continuously. Ginny crumpled to the ground in a fetal position, wishing that the pain would stop.

Draco mindlessly walked the corridors yawning to himself, only having caught one student out of bed. Although it was a first year, he didn't have as much fun as he thought he would. Something was wrong. Something just didn't feel right to him.

He continued to stroll around the hallways, until he came to a bay window that reached to the ceiling, overlooking the grounds. Draco stopped abruptly. "What the hell," he whispered.

In the distance, flaming red hair could be seen struggling as an abnormally large figure stood above her.

"Bloody hell!" Before Draco knew it, he was halfway down the corridor. He ran as fast as he could, skidding corners, jumping staircases, with one thing in mind. Getting to her before it was too late.

Crabbe grabbed Ginny by the hair and pulled her back up. He threw her against the tree behind her. She slowly slid down the tree, hoping, praying, he would stop. But before she knew it, he had put his hand around her throat and forced her back up onto her toes, cutting off her circulation.

Seeing dots blurring her vision, she wept, praying to anyone who would listen. She needed to get away. She needed a diversion.

'Bingo,' she thought, smiling to herself, if she could, hoping that what she was about to do would work. Ginny kneed him with all the force she had left. She pulled her neck out, as his grip faltered enough to head butt him. Ginny heard his nose crack as his grip faltered even more and took the chance to kick him in the shins continuously until he fell over.

Taking her chance, she ran away, but he quickly grabbed her ankle and yanked her back onto to the ground. He turned her over and crawled on top of her. "Thought you could get away, huh?" he smiled ruthlessly, "Well, I'm sorry to burst your bubble, sweetheart."

Crabbe brought his wand out and tied Ginny's hands together onto the ground above her head. He then put his wand down onto the ground.

Ginny twisted her head to the right and saw the wand laying forgotten on the ground. 'If only I could just reach it,' she thought, turning and writhing her hands, trying to get the wand.

Crabbe started caressing Ginny's cheek, bringing her back to the situation at hand. His hands slowly traveled his way down Ginny's body, resting on her hips. "Such a lovely body to be wasted, don't you think?"

"Go to hell." Ginny spat in his face.

"Now, now, watch your language, love." Crabbe said, grabbing her face, forcefully crashing his lips onto hers. Ginny tried to protest but ended up with his tongue thrashing about in her mouth.

Ginny tried to knee him in the groin while he was distracted, but he pulled away, "So you want to play hard," he laughed. His eyes gleamed lustily as they traveled up and down her body searching hungrily to see what lay beneath her clothes.

His hands traveled over her body, feeling her breasts through her robe. His hand slid in the opening of her robe and traveled up her thigh. A shiver went through Ginny at the thought of what was going to happen to her. His hands went up to the button of her robes, slowly undoing each one, always keeping eye contact with her.

Ginny looked away from his eyes that were constantly watching her. He finished undoing her robes and then her sweater. "It'll only hurt for a second," he laughed, "I promise." Crabbe took Ginny's chin and turned it to face him while caressing it. "No one can save you now."

"You're an asshole," Ginny said and then bit his finger.

"Fine, you want it that way, huh? You want to die quicker, huh?" he yelled, raising her voice. Ginny whimpered. "Well then, we'll do it your way then." Crabbe slapped Ginny across the face harder than all the other times combined and then took out his pocketknife.

Ginny screamed, but he grabbed her face and pulled it up to his. He kissed her again. Taking his knife, he brought it down, and stabbed her in the stomach. He pulled the knife out, licking it clear of blood.

Ginny tilted her head down and looked at her chest as the blood continued to flow, soaking through her clothes and pooling around her. Ginny felt herself losing consciousness as the flow of blood only increased by the seconds.

She desperately clung onto consciousness and forced her eyes opened. But what she saw only made her want to close them.

Crabbe pulled himself off her. He started taking down his pants, making them bunch up around his ankles. Clad in only his boxers, he crawled back on top of her. He brushed his hand over her body going from her breasts down to her core.

Ginny shivered as tears silently crawled down her face. He took off her shirt, brushing his fingers over her lace bra right above her nipples. He then slid her skirt down to her ankles. Looking at her body fiercely, he ran his fingers down her sides and then down to the hem of her underwear.

Ginny sobbed but no sound came out as the sound caught in her throat. She just couldn't believe this was happening to her. She always thought that her first time would be magical; fireworks would fly, but not this. This couldn't be happening to her, it…it just couldn't.

Crabbe played with the hem of her underwear and slowly pulled it down to join her skirt. "No," Ginny squirmed, "please no," she cried. Crabbe ignored her protests and ran his fingers up her leg. His fingers wandered up her thigh closer and closer to her core. He could feel the warmth radiating from it.

Watching the silent tears falling down her face, he continued on his way. His fingers finally worked their way up to her core. Rubbing her nub, he slipped one finger in her, than another making her cry out, arching against his finger.

Ginny opened her eyes as pain exploded throughout her lower body as the shock of what was happening to her finally came. No one was coming and no one ever would. She would die here just like this.

He brought his fingers out of her and slid them into his mouth licking them clean. Ginny closed her eyes and turned her head to the side, not able to watch him. Crabbe continued on his assault on Ginny. Having wasted enough time, he stood up and pulled down his boxer shorts to finally expose his member.

"Oh, God, no," Ginny cried harder, not knowing what else to do. Crabbe crawled back on top of her, sheathing his member in her immediately. "NO," Ginny screamed into the darkness. He pumped it in and out of her for a few minutes, constantly ignoring her whimpering and crying while he felt himself almost coming. He slammed into her harder and harder, feeling himself almost spent. Sheathing into her one more time, he let himself spill into her.

Ginny cried out one last time as she felt him spill himself into her. Ginny knew it was over for her. She wanted to die here now and she didn't care if he killed her, anything would be better than this. Ginny closed her eyes one last time as she passed out on the ground, soaked in her own blood.

"Incarcerous," yelled someone, as Crabbe flew off Ginny and into the ground, immediately followed by him tied up in ropes.

Draco ran over to Ginny hoping he wasn't too late. "Bloody hell," he looked over Ginny, wincing at what he saw. He took off his robe and laid it on top of her as he gathered her in his arms. Draco felt Ginny go limp in his arms as he started walking towards the castle. He brought her hands up and folded them around his neck.

Walking through the corridors, he finally reached the Hospital Wing and kicked open the doors as hard as he could.

Madam Pomfrey came running out in only her nightwear. "Mr. Malfoy, I don't appreciate you barging in like that," she scolded.

"But…,"

"No buts, Mr. Malfoy there are students still sleeping." She said, pointing to the students lying in the beds, fast asleep.

"But Madam Pomfrey," he yelled, "Ginny is seriously hurt."

"What?" she said incredulously, "How?"

"I think… I think…," he paused, "she got raped, but I'm not sure if I got there in time." He said, looking at the helpless girl lying in his arms.

"Alright, Mr. Malfoy, put her on the bed here." Draco laid Ginny on the bed as softly as he could. He carefully unlaced Ginny's hands from around his neck as Madam Pomfrey approached.

Madam Pomfrey took off the robe on top of Ginny. "Oh my," she gasped then ran off into her potions closet. When she came back out, her arms were packed with potions and creams of all sorts. She pulled the curtains around Ginny's bed.

Draco leaned on the wall next to Ginny's bed with his arms folded across his chest as Madam Pomfrey helped Ginny. He stared at the wall ahead of him feeling helpless for the first time in his life. Bowing his head, he prayed to anyone who would listen that he got there before anything happened.

When Madam Pomfrey was finished, she rolled back the curtains allowing Draco to see Ginny. "Mr. Malfoy, make sure she's alright. She's been through a lot, physically and mentally," she said, patting him awkwardly on the shoulder.

"Madam Pomfrey," he paused, "what happened?" he asked quietly, afraid to hear the answer.

"Mr. Malfoy you may not want to hear this but Miss Weasley… has indeed… been…been… raped," she said slowly bowing her head, "I'm so sorry." She walked back to her office with her head down.

Draco bowed his head in defeat, "No… No… NO!" he screamed, punching the wall behind him. Madam Pomfrey heard his yell and cried herself back to her room. Blood spilled down his hand from the hit. He didn't care how much pain he went through because what she went through was much worse. Looking over at her, he held back the tears that almost were cascading down his face. She looked so peaceful there sitting under the covers.

Calming down, Draco sat in a chair and pushed it next to Ginny's bed. Brushing a piece of hair from her forehead, he whispered, "I hope you know, for a Weasley, you're pretty brave," and fell asleep next to Ginny, holding her hand. As he drifted off to sleep, you could see one lone tear making its way down his cheek as it fell onto Ginny's hand, making it glow.