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Chapter 7

Dreams vs. Reality

A/n: I really hated that chapter so I shall remedy the situation.

It didn't matter who the face was because it had all been a dream, a pathetic hopeful dreams that I would be rescued, but no being rescued was too good. If I wanted out I had to figure it out all on my own. I knew I had only a small window of time to save myself before it was too late. I knew that sooner or later this hell could only end in my diminish, so I had to act and I had to act now.

The thing about people who look down at muggles is that they don't realize that while magic may not help to remedy a situation a muggle tool may be just the thing one is waiting for. I went to my closet and took out the iron, after turning it on to the highest setting I waited for it to warm up. Finally I put the iron to the chunky silver bracelet that was just one set back from freedom. It took quite a while I will admit but it came off.

I let out a shriek of excitement at my own ingenious thinking. However after that I became stuck. I still had to get past the wards on the house that prevented me from apparating away. Their was also Malfoy himself and of course my own fear that my attempting to escape would make my husband lose control enough to kill me if he caught me.

Dinner, ( and I pitched myself to make sure that it was not a dream,) was to be in five minutes so I put on a long sleeve dress, to prevent him from realizing the bracelet was off, and headed down the grand stairway in the front of the house. I headed straight to the dinning room and sat down. As I had pursed Draco was already their. He pursed his lips disapproving although I was quite sure why. We ate in relative silence and the room seemed even colder than the rest of the house. When the elves had cleared away the food. Malfoy walked over to my end of the table, he pulled out a chair and sat down next to me. He was close to my face, way to close.

"So Gin, tell me how your day was?" He questioned almost causally, the key word being almost. I decided to play it safe and replied,

"It was rather uneventful almost boring, how about yours?"

He smiled, "Something quite interesting happened today while I was doing a job," he remarked.

"And what was that dear?" I asked, slightly warily.

"Well Sweetie, My marriage band has a special attachment on it to let me know if my wife takes off her wedding present, and so the band turned a ghastly shade a red almost like the color of blood."

As soon as the words were out of his mask he grabbed the sleeve of the dress and pulled it up harshly. "You little Bint! After everything I did for you, the roof over your head, the food in your stomach, getting you in good with the dark lord, you still dare to disrespect me.

He grabbed me tightly just below the shoulders and pulled me up from my chair. He was flying off the handle, he lifted me into the air and throw be across the room. I hit a wall with a hard thud. Oh God, he's going to kill me. I didn't have my wand and he was charging at me like a bull.

"Please Draco, please don't hurt me" I cried out, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, please Draco…"

My words were cut as his fist got reacquainted with my jaw. He was hitting me everywhere I had to stop him but how? It stopped suddenly, and I blinked my eyes, just on the verge of passing out. I saw him coming back and he had grabbed a steak knife from the dining room table!

I struggled to crawl away he brought the knife closer.

"Don't move little Ginny," The knife was right next to my throat and wall leaning over to my pathetic form on the ground, "Poor little Ginny, no one here to say her from her big bad husband. Whatcha going to do little girl? No ways her to save you. I'm so sick of your bull shit I should kill you right now, but what would be the fun of that. No, I think we should have a little fun before you have an unfortunate accident. I'll teach you to mess with me you little tramp!"

The man standing over me was taunting me, running the blade over my throat softly, talking in baby talk, every word hitting a raw nerve. I felt a rush of adrenaline and I tensed my body. I pulled myself up and jerked my knee into his balls. He fell backwards yelling in pain. I grabbed the knife that had dropped out of his hand.

Not thinking of anything but the pain, the abuse, the threats, I pulled the knife over my head and then thrusted into his chest. Blood spurted everywhere, erupting from the wound. I lifted the knife out of his chest and stabbed him again, and again, and again.

I stopped, looked at the bleeding Malfoy, the man that had caused so much irreversible damage is such a short amount of time. I checked his pulse. There was none. Draco Malfoy was dead. Just as I realized that all the pain that I was in came back to me.

I suddenly passed out.

I woke up as if coming out of a sea a black darkness. The first thing I noticed was the amount of pain I was in. I hurt so much, in so many different places. I pulled myself off the ground where I'd crashed. I'd been lying in a pile of blood. Wait, though, I couldn't have lost so much blood, I looked farther on and saw Malfoy's body on the ground. His blood, not mind.

Like a flash I remembered, the fight, the knife, me killing him. Oh my god, I'd killed my husband. I pulled my legs in closely to my body and started to rock back in forth. Back in Forth. I had to go to somewhere safe. Where was safe.

Rocking back and forth, back and forth. This was safe; this rocking was safe, back and forth, back and forth. Then I kind of came out of it. I started sobbing and crying. I was so scared so scared. I had to get out of here. I had to get away before someone came. Before someone saw. Once a person dies the spells they placed on things, or people die as well so I knew the apparition wards were down. With out regard for my own condition, mentally or physically, I apparated to the last place I remembered feeling safe.

A/n: Sorry it took so long to get out, but I had warned you. Well hope you like it don't worry it's not over. Stayed tuned and please review.