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Chapter 2: In Harry's Arms

Ginny's fate rested on August 12th. Whether she was released or served a very long sentence in Azkaban.

She sincerely hoped that like all did that it was the former that happened and not the latter.

She wasn't allowed a calendar; she could only measure the passing time by the Ministry of Magic windows, which were enchanted to mimic the weather outside and above, because the Ministry was underground.

Night and Day, Night and Day, Night and Day, Night and Day. Ginny thought bitterly.

Ginny couldn't remember when she had ever been this bored. This was a boredom that sometimes caused her mind to run blank. She couldn't summon up enough interest to move or think interesting thoughts.

She had finished the care package her mother had brought ages ago, no one else had come to visit. Ginny was surely dying a slow death away from the hustle and bustle of the wizarding world she loved so much.

"Weasley, time for your cuffs, we're going for a walk." A new female guard said. She had Molly's friendly demeanor, but the ability to scare anyone into submission.

The female guard led Ginny through several gray hallways to finally find room 434AB. The guard muttered 'alohomora' pointing her wand at the door. And the heavy metal door drew open, making it seem like it was a simple wooden door.

There sitting at the table in this sparsely decorated room, at the Formica covered table and hard, uncomfortable plastic chairs. God, they could use a decorator.

Then her eyes focused on the man sitting on a hard plastic chair with his hands on the tables, fingers laced neatly together was the Boy-Who-Lived.

"Harry!" Ginny breathed.

She had to hold herself from taking a running leap toward him. There wasn't a big, passionate kiss like she had been dreaming about at night. But a little chaste kiss on the lips that sent Ginny soaring with happiness.

The female guard stood in the room, at the door from where Harry had entered, the only way to escape. The guard watched Ginny intently as she wrapped Harry in a hug.

Bliss, simply to be in his arms again. More than anything, Ginny had missed human touch. It was filed before freedom and it was almost tied with good food. As she stroked Harry's black hair, her mind was made up. Nope, human touch surpassed all those other needs.

The female guard detached the pair after allowing a longer than usually permitted embrace.

Ginny sat in a chair across from Harry, the chain on her handcuffs clinked as she sat, and she was suddenly painfully aware of her state. Ginny wasn't a high security prisoner, as a Death Eater would have been treated. Or actually, Ginny thought they'd just be carted straight off to Azkaban for the Dementors to play with. She shuddered involuntarily, making her chains clink more. She was thankful for just being in a ministry holding cell instead of Azkaban prison.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked Ginny softly. He was still a bit wary of the Weasley woman who had forced changed into a cockroach, even though this had been almost three months ago.

"I'm fine" Ginny shrugged, noncommittally.

"Everyone sends love." Harry said, whose mind was racing for something that didn't sound stupid. Even though he had planned out talking points, he had forgotten them when Ginny had thrown her arms around him. Damn, he should have written them down!

"Couldn't they have sent love in person?" Ginny grumbled more under her breath than anything; out loud to Harry she said "Tell me about them."

"Well it's the year to be pregnant if you're a Weasley." Ginny blushed. Harry laughed. "Except for your mother, every married Weasley woman is pregnant. Fleur, Alicia, Angelina, Hermione, and Ron's fiancé" Harry added the Ron part as an afterthought.

Ginny was so shocked but cracking up, because of the huge coincidence of it all, every Weasley woman in her family, except for her mother was pregnant. (Ginny didn't count she was a Weasley-Potter). Ginny laughed at her lame pun, a real smile graced her face and lit up her eyes with a twinkle, similar to Dumbledore's.

It was going to be chaos at the Burrow when all the babes were born. Plus Fred and George's multiple births. Ginny estimated about nine new Weasleys were going to be born this year.

They talked for the allowed visiting hour, mostly about their days at school, old professors. Ginny asked how Lupin and Tonks were doing. Harry replied that they were fine and little Gemma Lupin, their four-year-old daughter was growing quickly. Harry and Ginny would frequently baby-sit Gemma during the full moon, if Tonks had to work. Because Lupin was a werewolf, he took the utmost care with his daughter, not allowing himself to see her until the full moon phase was over. He lived in a bunker during these periods.

"Weasley, it's time to go." The female guard said. "Nice to meet you Mr. Potter, she said as Ginny held her hands behind her back and allowed herself to be led back to her cell.

After leaving Ginny, Harry was in a whirlwind of emotion, he could feel his heart pounding against his ribcage, his palms were damp with sweat and his face was flushed, he mentally cursed, he couldn't believe that after all she had done it was possible for her to make him feel this way. Harry ground his teeth together and walked slowly hating to see her so roughly handled, but he shook his head and left eh room without making a scene. He looked over his shoulder and saw her look at him and felt the electricity of their love still between them, She disappeared around the corner and Harry almost ran after her, almost followed her, but didn't, merely walked down the plain, drab and very gray hallway back to the main door.

With a sense of loss he looked up at the spiraling staircase, it wasn't very long but from where Harry stood it looked like an eternity. He took the first step and felt his heart contract; he took another step, moving farther and farther away from Ginny, his love, his life. With every step, he fell deeper into a sinking depression. When he finally reached the top he looked up to see another door, he walked towards it and opened it, seeing Draco Malfoy on the other side next to his "girlfriend" anger ripped through him and without thinking he reached out and grabbed Draco by his lapels and yanked him into the stairwell.

"What…?" Draco started, but saw Harry's face and instantly closed his mouth.

Rage glimmered in Harry's green eyes as he looked into Draco's gray ones. When the "girlfriend" tried to come to Draco's rescue. Harry's wand shot out and pointed directly at her without taking his eyes off Draco.

"Don't move. If you know what's best for you, you will walk out and not tell anyone." He growled at her. She gave a scared look at Harry then to Draco and she left. Then to Draco: "If Ginny goes to jail, if she has to spend one fucking minute in that grimy, filthy cell in Azkaban, I will kill you. Don't disillusion yourself because I would rather spend the rest of my life in a jail cell with Dementors than see her in jail for even one minute."

Draco sneered. "Why do you care, Potter? She cheated on you, or don't you remember."

"I remember quite clearly, Malfoy, and I know that you had something to do with it."

"I had nothing to do with her slutty feminine desires, let's face it Harry, she liked my body far more than yours."

"Take it back."

"No." Draco smirked.

"Take it back, you bastard."

"It kills you, doesn't it Harry? That your wife could want someone else, it eats you up inside that I was the one she spent all those long, cold nights with."

"You know what, Draco? I think that you're a sick bastard; I think you couldn't wait for a chance to seduce her to get back at me. I think your doing this, all because you're jealous."

Draco frowned at him. "What do I have to be jealous of?"

"You're jealous of Ginny and I, because we have something that you can never have, love. I love her and she loves me, and you cant understand that. The fact that love gives her courage to stand up against you, and the heart to forgive me for being so stupid, it's not I, who has to forgive Ginny for what she did with you, it's Ginny, she has to forgive me for all the stupid things, I've done to her."

"Love? Who needs love, when I can have any woman I want, anytime."

"Exactly and what's going to happen when that stops whose going to care about you when your all dried up. Your father? I don't think he ever loved you. Those women you say you can have anytime? They'll already be attached to some other rich, handsome guy and sucking them, dry like the leeches they are. Who, Draco?"

Harry let Draco go and stomped out of the stairwell.

Author's Notes:

Whaddya think?

- To answer some questions.

ginny/harry action is later on, they cant do anything in jail, Ginny's not really in jail so therefore unable to apply for conjugal visits.

-this ficcy doesnt really resolve around the song "Kerosene" at all, it's the Previous story that Kerosene is really used in. This is the aftermath of everything in "Kerosene" (the fic)

-if your confused about things in this story, i recommend reading "Cheatin' Really Ain't A Crime? Don't You Agree?" (the title might change- to what i dont know) the link is on my profile page or right here again to TheCountess6680, for the helping of this scene and helping write the dramatic parts. muah !