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Violence and Graphic Scenes lay ahead. You have been forewarned.

Chapter XX: Son of a Bitch

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All throughout the Potter Estate people were sleeping, but a certain troll, however, was awake, and listening to every bit of damnable silence. Ginny was laying in her large bed, completely stretched out and taking up as much room as possible. What good was there in having a king sized bed if there was no king in it? Ginny's mind was a whirlwind of anger because of Draco. The foul little man had not been home in hours, and Ginny could only guess wildly at what he would be doing at such an hour. She felt certain that he would not stay gone much longer, but of course, that had been her thoughts two hours ago as well. It was midnight, as the clock in her room indicated, it's chime catching her off guard. She threw off the wool blankets and got out of bed. The moonlight slipping in through the window like a peeping tom, and illuminating her unloved body, which was covered tonight by black lingerie.

"Draco, you had better not be cheating on me, I will not have it." Ginny swore as she put on a pair of robes and paced about the room, her red hair blowing lightly in her haste. She grabbed onto her wand for something to do, and imagined a thousand angry curses that she would perform on Malfoy the second he returned to her. It was simply unacceptable for him to disappear for so long, and not even a note. She thought morbid thoughts, Draco hurting profusely under the influence of a Cruciatis curse. He had made a true mistake in angering her, she would not hesitate to use Crucio on him now, he would not leave her alone ever again. "Just you come back, Draco, come back home to mama." she opened the latch on her bedside window and opened the twin paneled window, and stuck her head out into the night air.

It was a cold night, an especially cold night to be without a lover. Ginny could contain her emotions no longer, and she stomped over to her broom closet and withdrew her fastest broom. She sat it next to the window and tapped her foot against the floor, though, she couldn't tell which beat quicker, her pulse or her foot. The minutes flashed past her in no time at all, and it was one o' clock before she took the broom in her shaking hands and mounted it. She felt it's reassuring sturdiness as she sat upon it, and she kicked off from the ground and went speeding out the window. Her hair was unrestrained as Ginny whipped off from the Potter Estate and went soaring into the moonlight, and her hair flew wildly around her face.

Ginny held onto her broom and tightened her grip around it's neck, imagining that the neck of the broom was actually Draco. "I'm coming Draco, and tonight, you shall suffer me." She withdrew her wand carefully and whispered to it. "Point me to Draco," and the wand emitted a pale orange light which hovered in front of her broom at all times. She smiled and put the wand away, and followed the orange light which danced through the sky.

The coldness of the night had no affect on Ginny, and it was as though mother nature was desperately attempting to dissuade Ginny from proceeding through the sky. There were minor showers of rain, peppered with gusts of harshest cold air. Ginny would not be swayed however, and she put extra speed on her broom and bent down along the broom, and the world turned into a blur all around her. The orange light eventually started its' anticipated descent and it disappeared as Malfoy Manor came into view.

"Curse you, Draco, you cheating bastard. Have you no respect for me at all?" she dropped the broom as she reached the ground and her robes billowed behind her as if they longed to be separated from this fearsome woman. She leapt over the small wall blocking her path to the manor house, and with eager eyes she peeked through the windows. She saw nothing within but darkness, save for the topmost window. She stared up at it and summoned her broom to her side, and with a kick she ascended the side of the manor and peeked in through the window.

Danger was shining in her eyes and murder was in her heart as she peered through the curtains. There they were, both on the large canopied bed shagging as if by doing so they could avoid death. Their movements were synchronized and their breathing sounded raspy, as if they were experiencing high levels of anguish. There she was, Astoria, beneath him, getting the laying of a lifetime it seemed. There was Draco, his face covered in sweat and his blonde hair sticking to his forehead. He planted kiss after kiss on her lips as he bucked his hips and rode her. Astoria breathed his name for all that she was worth, and she dug her nails into Draco's back, and Ginny could not feel more insane as she did right at that moment. "That is my man, you flea ridden bitch!" Ginny went red with the rage, and her wand was held tightly in her shaking hand. Draco and Astoria both started screaming, and for a moment, Ginny thought she had been discovered.

"Orgasms are a gift you don't deserve, you foul creature." Ginny stared transfixed at Astoria's writhing figure, and Ginny knew what she wanted to do to the bitch. "I can't have that, Draco you mustn't break my heart…it would not be good for you."

Ginny was never aware of herself diving head first into the darkness, one never is once the despair seizes them. In her anger, she quickly devised a plan. "Imperio!" Ginny commanded at Draco, and she felt a complete sense of power rush through her, it embraced every living pulsing part of her, and she quickly became accustomed to it's presence.

"Imperio." She said again, this time focusing on Astoria, and she saw Astoria's face go rigid. "Drag your nails across his throat, hell beast, mean to kill him, but do not succeed."

Astoria screamed out in a fury, and her hands and her long nails scratched at Draco like a wild cat does a fish flopping out of water. She wailed and clawed, and blood spurted from a shallow wound she had made in Draco's neck. Draco was still in a state of forced control from Ginny, and it was then that Ginny realized that she needed to complete her plan.

"Kill her, Draco, strangle her to death…." Ginny spoke in cold rage, as Draco shook violently, and then, all his face went blank. He stared down at Astoria and he wrapped his strong hands around her neck, and as she turned blue, Ginny didn't blink once. "Shake her!" Ginny commanded to him. Draco shook her violently as her body lolled around on the bed, and Ginny next implanted the idea in his head. "You had to save yourself, she was trying to kill you for being with me. Call the Ministry, Draco, and explain how she Imperiused and RAPED YOU!" and with a flick of her wand, Ginny finally released control of Draco.

She watched in grim amusement as Draco came to realize what he had done, and he looked at his hands and fear was etched into his face as he stared at Astoria. Ginny saw him mouth the words "my God," before he rushed to a desk and attacked a piece of parchment with a quill. Ginny realized that she must quickly move, before she was discovered.

She streaked across the night sky with a sense of victory in her mind. Draco would soon be hers again permanently, and nobody was going to tell her otherwise. Draco would get off for self defense, and she could at last ensure that he loved only her. "You'll come home soon, Darling. Meanwhile, I think I am going to go have a bit more fun before I'm stuck sucking your cock again…after all, turnabout is fair play." Ginny cackled wickedly as she rode across the velvet sky, her mind bearing no weight of the crime she had just committed.

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AN: Reviews loved and appreciated. Love, TowerMage