Chapter 3

When Ginny and Draco entered the kitchen together Ron, Hermione and Harry looked up trying to communicate with Ginny with their eyes but Ginny kept her expression blank and looked away. She was pretty annoyed at the lot of them and liked that they wanted to know something that she knew. She was, under no circumstances, going to talk to them after what they did. Enjoying the attention she looked down at her plate and started to eat her food.

Harry, who sat next to her, kept nudging her to try to get her to talk but then stopped hastily and looked down to his plate when he saw Mr. Weasley looking at him suspiciously. Ron kicked Ginny a couple of times but she wouldn't budge. Smirking to herself she just kept eating. Draco on the other hand did the best job sucking up to everyone older than him.

Dinner passed by quickly as usual, no one really talked these days. Everyone put there plates away and were heading up to Harry and Ron's room to play a couple of games of Exploding Snap before turning in for the night. Everyone, that is, except Draco. He went up to his own room quietly, not saying anything to anyone until he came on their landing. Before making his way up to his room he turned towards Ginny and winked at her just to piss the hell out of Ron and Harry. It worked too, seeing that they both turned looked furiously back and forth from Ginny and Draco's back as he walked up the stairs. Only after being pushed by Hermione numerous times they let it go and went into the room. Once inside-

"What the hell was that?" Ron demanded, rounding on her as soon as the door shut.

Ginny smirked to herself loving the fact that they were so interested. "What?" She said nonchalantly making her way to sit on Ron's bed.

"You know what-why did he wink at you? What happened when you were gone?" Ron said following her and coming to stop right in front of her face.

She looked around; Harry and Hermione were standing opposite of her as well eyeing her with curiosity. Ginny made her eyes real big. "Do you really want to know?" she asked leaning forward.

"What did he do?" Hermione said, now at the edge of her seat.

Ginny let out a sigh and looked to the ground. "He...he raped me," she said quietly.

There was a silence, and then Ron and Harry both burst out laughing. "Ginny...Ginny," they both said in between breaths of laughter shaking their heads and gasping for air.

"What?" Ginny asked now furious. "Why is that so hard to believe? He raped me, okay? It was actually quite nice," she added as an afterthought.

"Yeah, he has gotten really sexy," Hermione said thoughtfully. Ron and Harry ceased their laughing at once and looked up at Hermione shocked. "What?" she said defensively shifting in her seat on the bed. Ginny had enough, she glared at them then made for the exit.

"Assholes," she said loudly before slamming the door shut.

Ginny paced around in her room positively fuming with anger. Normally these kinds of moments wouldn't piss her off so much. Maybe she was just premenstrual...Whatever the reason was all she knew was at this very moment she wanted nothing more than to go down and avada kedavra their asses. Whoa, she was starting to scare herself now. She needed to keep that particular feeling inside.

The wedding was in two days, after that everyone would be gone. She would be all alone except for Draco. Ginny sunk down on her bed. She had no idea when she would be seeing Harry, Ron or Hermione again after the wedding. As much as she tried to deny it, she still had feelings for Harry.

Ginny sighed and rolled over on her side and tried to get to sleep. Even she would not like herself right now. But then again, it was hard for her to let them go and be alone with Draco. It was not like he was horrible to her or anything, he didn't do much. That, however, was the very thing that bothered her. How was she supposed to stand a whole summer with someone who rarely comes out of his room, let alone speak? It was going to be nearly unbearable. Ginny held on to her pillow as the tears flowed freely from her eyes. Ron was her closest brother and Hermione was like a sister and a best friend to her. It was uncertain if they would ever be together again. She must have hope though, without that she would not be able to last those long days alone with Draco. Clinging on to that one strand of hope to console her she let herself drift off into a restless sleep.

It was finally the day of Bill and Fleur's wedding and Number 12 Grimmauld Place was a complete mayhem. People were running around searching for shoes, hair products, robes and whatnot. Last minute seating arrangements were beings made, even with all those months of planning things still weren't perfectly ready.

Ginny was upstairs in her room getting ready, she was going to be one of the flower girls with Gabrielle. She was sporting a white halter dress and her hair was put up elegantly in a twist. She was pretty much ready but she didn't feel like going down right now with everyone acting so chaotic and all, even under Weasley terms. It wasn't until she heard Hermione's voice call her name from the bottom of the stairs she realized that she couldn't avoid the inevitable forever: They were leaving after the wedding. She could try and postpone the wedding as long as possible and take her own time but they were still leaving. Heaving a big sigh she turned her back on her beautiful reflection and headed out the door.

She meet Hermione at the bottom of the stairs. "You look lovely," she said smiling sweetly.

"Thanks, and you as well," Hermione grinned, she was wearing a pink strapless dress. "Shall we get going? Everyone is waiting."

Ginny hesitated for a moment. "Yeah," she paused, "Yeah, let's go," she repeated more strongly. With that the two girls went out the door and into the July sunlight.

Ginny glared across the basement at Number 12 Grimmauld Place. They were at the after party for Bill and Fleur everyone was boozing and dancing and just having a good time. Ginny was glaring at the back of Harry's head as he said his goodbye's to everyone. Ron and Hermione were already set; they were waiting at the door while Harry said his last words. He already said bye to Ginny just a few minutes ago. The reason why she was mad was because he gave her a hug. He might never see her again and he just gives her a hug. They had a history and feeling and he couldn't even give her a proper goodbye. In Ginny's mind she felt that was just not enough.

Fuming with anger she made her way towards the bar, grabbed a shot and drowned it in one gulp. Coughed loudly at the feeling of the alcohol burning down her throat she leaned against the table trying to clear her throat. Her eye's watering she grabbed a fire whiskey and started to drink it swiftly staring at Harry all the while. She slammed her drink down as tears hit her eyes. Harry just turned around and waved to her quickly before going out the door. He was gone.

She knew her mother wouldn't approve the least bit but at that moment she didn't give a shit. Grabbed another fire whiskey she prepared to swig it when a hand grabbed her arm stopping her.

"Weasley," Draco said. "Let me have this one."

"No, let me go," she said pulling her hand away from his grasp. "This one's mine, get your own."

"What are you doing anyway? You're not supposed to be drinking."

"So," she said defiantly brining the drink up her lips and taking a sip. "I'm getting drunk, isn't that what everyone does at parties?"

"No."

"Really?" she said sarcastically looking around the room. Sure enough it was filled with drunken people dancing absurdly in a manner that they wouldn't dare do had they been sober. "What do you care?"

"I don't," Draco smirked looking quite handsome. "Actually I'd like to witness a drunken Weasley so carry on by all means," he said motioning to the alcohol surrounding them.

Ginny sneered. "Well now that I have your permission…" She took and shot off the table and tossed her head back taking in the drink, coughing again as the alcohol assaulted her throat.

Draco merely stood there smirking as she drank shot after shot getting drunker by the minute. It was quite amusing to him. She was jabbering on about things that mattered not to him but seeing the 'oh so modest' Weasley completely smashed was rich. He however also felt a twinge of guilt. She was so vulnerable and indecent; it didn't feel right to be seeing her like this. He let her carry on a bit; she was slurring her words and swaying on the spot as she reached for another drink. The weirdest things made her laugh, the fact that Draco's bowtie was undone sent her into a laughing frenzy and she was starting to attract attention. If Mrs. Weasley saw this they both were going to be in a shit load trouble. Quickly looking around the room, he grabbed the drunken Weasley by her arm and ignoring her protests, he led her out the room and up the stairs...