(A/N: Hey I felt like being nice and updating so yeah. Um if any of you have read my other story She's A Rebel, I'm sorry but I have major writers block on that story so I'm giving it up. If anyone would like to finish it for me please e-mail me or put it in a review. Thanks. Anyway on with my story please review at the end. ;)
I'm SorryI hate him. He killed the best person to ever come into my life. He forced my best friend to marry him. He got an innocent man arrested. Yet he still thinks he's god's gift to the world. I know it's wrong for me to hate him, but how can I not? An even worse part is that I was only married to my husband for a mere 3 weeks before he was killed. Those were the best three weeks of my life, and I'll never forget them. But no matter how much I hate him I have to get on with life and hope I never have to see him again. Yeah that wish isn't going to come true. Why did that thing have to be my brother? Why am I cursed as Ginny Weasley and have a murderer for a brother?
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I was walking towards Ron and Hermione's house, and I was about 2 houses away from theirs when I heard screaming, shouting and the sounds of things breaking.
'Please don't let that be their house' I murmured to myself. But sure enough I reached their gate and heard Hermione pleading with Ron not to hit her again. I couldn't hear everything that was said but I picked up random words like 'fucking slut' 'don't you ever touch' 'bitch' 'skank' and many other extremely insulting words. I could feel tears welling up in my bright green eyes. How could my brother become that monster up in that house? How could he do that to his best friend and wife? It disgusted me. I slowly walked into their yard and up to their front door. I knocked and then just walked straight in and upstairs where I found Ron towering over Hermione while she was curled up in a little ball in the corner. There was a small cut above her eye that was trickling down her cheek and big bruises all over her cheeks and on 1 eye.
'Ron! How the fuck can you do this to your own wife?' I screamed when I saw how bad the damage on Hermione was.
'Ginny, please just stay out of this. I did something wrong and now Ron has to punish me for it' whimpered Hermione in a feeble voice
'Bullshit Hermione! What did you do?' I asked while glaring at Ron
'I accidentally brushed against another man earlier' she answered as tears began rolling down her face
'Ron, you cannot punish Hermione for that' I yelled at him
'Ginny just fuck off and keep your nose out of what isn't your business' he growled back while advancing towards me
'Ron can't you just leave her alone and get on with your li-' I was cut off as Ron slapped me across the face
I stumbled backwards, clutching my cheek.
'Now Ginny, get the fuck out of my house!' he screamed at me
I ran down the stairs and out the door and when I got to the gate I heard the screams start up again.
'Ron how could you?' I think as I slowly jog towards the house of one of the two people who helped me get through Harry's death. Blaise Zabini.
I reach his house and ring the doorbell. I waited for about 2 minutes and realised that he wasn'thome so I turned to go to Draco Malfoy's house. After I apparated there I knocked on his door and wait for a further 2 minutes. And once again no one is home.
'Where are those damn guys when you need them' I muttered as I was walking down the stairs of Draco's apartment. Suddenly another door opened off the side corridor.
'Who the hell are you and why are you walking so heavily down these stairs?' asked the elderly woman by the name of Jasmina Nicholson
'I'm sorry Ms Nicholson, I'll walk more quietly from now on. By any chance you haven't seen Draco around have you?' I ask her in a hopeful voice
'I saw him about 15-20 minutes ago when he walked into his apartment and then that tall dark haired fellow followed him. I haven't seen either of them since but I distinctly remember hearing a loud crack, because I thought he may have broken something.' Jasmina answered
' Oh, okay. Thank you anyway Ms Nicholson. Have a nice day, goodbye' I say as I start walking away.
'Damn it, they dissapparated somewhere' I thought. 'Oh well'
I apparate home to my empty apartment building, change into my old comfy pyjama's, crawl into bed with my favourite teddy bear that Harry gave me 2 days before he died and fell into a light restless sleep.
(A/N: So what did you all think? I hope it's all right. I'm wrote it at bout 12 in the morning when I was mega tired and sick with my damn cold but I thought I'd be nice and write more so I can update faster. Anywayz that's all I have to say except Please Review! Thank you! ;)
Luv D'anne
