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Chapter Two
Two weeks later a trial was scheduled for Malfoy, he was being held in Azkaban until then. Ginny had showed some improvement, she was awake now, but she wasn't exactly the same. She was very quiet, and when she did speak it was always about how filthy she was. Harry sat with her in the hospital wing, "Why don't you have your way with me too Harry? Everyone knows I'm a tramp."
"Ginny please don't say things like that."
"Why not they're true?" Ginny huffed, rolling over.
"Who the hell are you?" Harry stood up, "You're not the Ginny Weasley I fell in love with."
"That is old Ginny, innocent Ginny! Virgin Ginny! She's gone and she's never coming back." Ginny sat up, grabbing Harry's shirt, pulling him closer, "I'm not a girl anymore Harry." She whispered, pulling him into a deep kiss.
He pushed her away back down on the bed, "Not like this Ginny."
She began to weep, "It's… it's because he's had me first isn't it? He beat you to it. That disgusting filth has had me and you think I'm filth too."
"I do not think that Ginny. You are beautiful, smart, funny and wonderful."
Ginny rolled over, putting her face in her pillow sobbing, "Just go."
Harry turned to leave; he started to walk away then stopped, looking back, "Gin?" There was no answer. "I love you." Harry turned and left, going up to the common room.
"Hey mate. How's Ginny?"
"I'd rather not talk about it… What work did I miss today?"
Ron handed Harry the work, "Snape said if you missed one more day he is going to flunk you. You might want to start coming to classes mate. I'm sure Ginny will be fine."
Harry grunted in response and walked up to his dormitory, throwing the homework on his bed and walking to the window. He starred out of it for quite a while, time escaped him. Suddenly he screamed. He didn't know it was coming, he didn't know why he did it but he screamed with everything he had. He turned and looked around the dormitory, starting to throw things, anything and everything he could get his hands on.
"FUCK!" He screamed. Then it clicked, that's when he finally came to the conclusion that Draco Malfoy would pay, and not with Azkaban, what would that do? He'd be out in a week. The Dementor's are in the Death Eaters pocket.
Ginny lay crying in her bed at the hospital wing. She didn't mean for all this to happen. She looked down at her stomach; there was a long jagged scratch Malfoy must have made during the struggle, her arms had bruises in the shape of Malfoy's fingers. Her mouth still tasted like him, when she closed her eyes at night she saw his face.
Madam Pomfrey had just left, Ginny was pregnant. Pregnant with Malfoy's spawn, this certainly wasn't how she expected to spend her sixth year at Hogwarts. That night still haunted her, and she was afraid Harry wasn't going to take the news very well. Speaking of Harry, he walked in just then. Ginny straightened her sheets and wiped her eyes. "I wish I had a brush." She mumbled, fumbling with her tangled mess of hair.
"Hey Hun." Harry set down a vase of flowers on the table next to Ginny's bed, unsure what to do next.
"Kiss me Harry, please. I won't… I won't behave like yesterday."
Harry smiled, nervously he leaned in. She still had that intoxicating flowery scent about her; he quickly pecked her on the cheek. Ginny smiled and looked away nervously. "Is everything okay Hun?" Harry asked.
"Brilliant." Ginny answered.
Harry looked down, rubbing his arm, "So… Professor McGonagall talked to me today. She says you have to start making up work… if you're up to it."
"Oh I'm fine with it, actually… I think I'm well enough physically to go back to classes, it's just… I don't know if I can handle all the starring and pointing."
"The talk has really died down. Not stopped but died down incredibly."
"And if I go back it will probably start back up ten-fold. Can you just get my lessons sent up Harry?"
"Of course," Harry stood up, kissing her on the forehead.
"Harry."
He turned around, "Yes?"
"Aren't you going to say 'I love you'?"
"Ginny, I thought it was apparent. Of course I love you. I love you until the day I die."
"I love you too Harry."
Harry walked down to the Gryffindor common room; Ron and Hermione were sitting near the entrance together. Ron had his hand in Hermione's lap. "How is Ginny Harry?" Hermione asked.
"She's made progress. She requested her work be sent up to her. She feels she is well enough to continue her studies."
"But—"
"No, not well enough to return to classes."
"Well that's good." Hermione put in cheerfully.
"Is she… talking about what happened?" Ron asked, tensing up and clutching Hermione's skirt hem more tightly.
"No, she hasn't said anything to me." Harry looked down at Ron's hand.
Ron realized where Harry's gaze was, snatched his hand away and turned a deep maroon. "Oh quit being a baby Ron," Hermione smacked him on the head, "Harry we were trying to keep quiet, but Ron and I are a couple."
Harry half smiled, "I figured something like that was going on when you both would conveniently disappear at the same time for hours."
Ron smirked and straighten his posture at the suggestion that he and Hermione were being physical, "Well what can I say mate. She just can't get enough of me."
Hermione laughed, "You can't get enough of yourself Ronald. I on the other hand have never gotten more than an awkward snog from you."
Harry, feeling this could not get more awkward than it now was, decided to go to bed. He turned and climbed the stairs without saying anything to Ron or Hermione, and smiled to himself as he heard them bickering all the way up the stairs.
