My story. NOT my charecters. I DONT OWN ANYTHING, im only saying it once cuz im lazy like that. I only own a REALLY messed up mind. Also... sorry to anyone who likes Dean

side note... reveiws are nice...

"Dean!" Ginny's voice was horse from moaning and filled with shock.

Dean stood in shock at the doorway as the used his naked body to cover Ginny. A wand flung to his hand, and shortly both their clothes. The boy still hiding Ginny hurried and pulled on very familiar Quiditch boxers. No, it couldn't be him. Dean was sure it wasn't... After making sure Ginny was partialy covered, Harry turned to face Dean.

"Dean... This isn't... I'm really... I don't know what to say," Harry stuttered. Dean was furious. He was Ginny's boyfriend, not this skinny little shit. Ya, Harry was the Boy Who Lived, but that doesn't make it so he can go around fucking other peoples girls.

"You don't have to say a thing. I saw you with my own eyes. You mother-fucking bitch." Dean could feel his anger and voice rising, but he didn't care. He spit in Harry's face. "There you go, a bitches payment for a bitches work. I know whores usualy take coin, but I'm sure your enough of a whore you can get the money else where. Was that how you got on the Quiditch team first year? Fucking Mognagl? And giving Wood head? Bet it is. God Harry, I used to think you were ok, now I know, your just a woman-stealing-MOTHER-FUCKER!"

Harry was angry, and was about to let Dean feel his wrath, when half of Gryffindor suddenly filled the hall outside.

Everyone in the commons was quiet. Someone thought they heard a scream, now everyone was listening for it. A shrill voice suddenly pierced the scilence shortly followed by a deeper voice moments later followed by another.

"That sounds like Ginny, Dean, and Harry," Ron's voice was full of concern, "We should go find them."

"Your right, Ron. They sound like they are in trouble," Hermione was the first one up, followed by Ron and the others. Sounds of a raised voice made everyone hurry out the portrait hole. Down a hall the shouting got louder. Ron's thoughts were in chaos. Please let them be ok, he begged to every god he knew.

"... Woman-stealing-MOTHER-FUCKER!" Or not.

What Ron saw next, almost stopped his heart. Dean was starring daggers at Harry who was only in his boxers. Harry was glistening with sweat, and a milky white substance was running down one leg. Ginny was half naked in the back of the room, shining with sweat as well. Her hair was a tangled mess in the back and every step she took she winced, almost as if it hurt.

"Wh... Wh... What... What is going on here?" Ron finally gasped out staring at Harry.

"This... This... Man-whore... was fucking MY girl. MY bitch." Dean screamed. Then he screamed a second time, now in surpise and pain as he was flung to the wall.

"Never... NEVER... Call Ginny that... And if I ever hear the slightest rumor you did... I'll kill you." Harry was the physical embodyment of murder and fear, his wand raised in a silent threat. Just seeing the look in Harry's eyes made Ron want to shit himself, he could only imagion what Dean was thinking with the full force of the stare on him. Ron could see Dean was still pissed, and wasn't heeding the look in Harry's eyes.

"Ginny Weasly is a fucking whore, but she's MY whore. My bitch. MINE. And you'll keep your whore hands off my bitch. Ginny! Grab your fucking clothes and get over here, " Harry shook with rage, but Ginny was standing in the corner, her clothes pressed to her chest, not moving, "I said MOVE bitch!" Dean made his way over to Ginny in quick threatening strides. Everyone in the doorway stood in shock as the next few moment unfolded.

Dean was livid. Hatered coursed through his veins. He had loved Ginny, not alot and he knew it, but enough that seeing her with Harry hurt enough he was mad with pain. Ginny was soon cowering in front of him, half naked, and smelling like... Harry. Everything about Ginny replused him, and before he knew it his hand was stinging and Ginny was on the ground, half of her face a brilliant red.

That was Dean's last mistake.

Things moved in a blur. Dean could smell Harry, feel his bones break, feel his blood rush from his broken body. There was a flash of fangs, claws, great leathery wings, and a terrible roar. Then, everything fell away.

Suddenly Dean felt no pain, and was somehow whole. When he opened his eyes he looked straight into two bottomless pits of indiscribeable color. They were the deep red of flowing blood, and yet at the same time, the deepest all consuming black.

"So, my brother sent you to me hu?"

Dean jumped. He wasn't looking in to pits, he was looking into the eyes of the Devil.

"Ha! Boy I'm not the Devil, I'm worse. I am the reigning King of the Underworld and all Death." The dark and yet pale man before him bowed. Dead lips spread into a smile revealing the sharpest fangs Dean had ever seen, "My brother asks for you back now. I advise not to piss him off again."

Dean was suddenly ripped from the presence of that horrible man. Dean was back in his body now, staring into brilliant green eyes that screamed for his death.

With Dean back in his body Harry threw him to the ground and went to Ginny. In this slightly released state, Harry could feel the heat of Ginny's blood rushing to her stinging face. Harry's hatered subsided as he dropped to his knees to pull Ginny into his arms. Harry let the love in his heart flow up to his lips, where he kissed Ginny's bruising face. His love passed from his lips into Ginnys skin, healing what it could.

Harry gently brought Ginny to her feet, trying to make sure she wasn't hurt. Once Ginny was standing and protesting she was fine, Harry gave Dean one last ultimatum.

I TOLD YOU I'D KILL YOU

Harry sent the message with such force and hatered, Dean screamed at the top of his lungs, blood pouring from his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. Not looking at Dean while he writhed on the floor Harry slowly got dressed and made sure Ginny was dressed before picking her up in his arms and carrying her back to the portrait hole. The other Gryffindors just stared as everything happened within a minute. Barely comprehending what they had seen.