The bright light pounded against her closed eyelids as she slowly came too. Ginny bit by bit sat up, her entire body groaning in protest. The silk sheets fluttered from her body to the floor. She was left looking at her own naked body, torn and bruised. She could not help but uttering a cry as she saw the pool of blood around her thighs.
"No, oh, God," she whispered, trying to block out the images of Malfoy on top of her, trying to block out the images of her responding to his advances, of her succumbing to what he wanted. "I'm so weak, so stupid," she murmured, clenching her muscles as a spasm of pain flew up her body. "Why me? Why!?" Ginny slowly looked around the room. It was bright and circular. She didn't see a door anywhere. Ginny fell back against the pillows. She was lightheaded and in a panic. She hadn't expected to lose her virginity like this.
"Oh, God," she cried to the ceiling. "Why did it have to be this way?" She tried to turn over on to her stomach but she didn't have the strength. Instead she moved away from the blood and onto the other side of the bed. She shivered, the room was chilly, but the sheet and blanket were on the floor and she could hardly sit up. She maneuvered onto her side and pulled her knees up to her chest. As she lay in the fetal position the tears finally came.
"Oh, Harry," she cried, "Harry."