Chapter Fourteen

Ginny's POV
Wills and such.

I swore up a blue streak as Draco carried me into the house. He sat me down on the kitchen table and pulled out a first aid kit. "You should have said something," he growled. The vehemence in his voice surprised me.

I shrugged, "It's nothing. Really. I've had worse."

He glanced up at me with those beautifully peircing eyes. "During the war?"

I sighed, "Why are you so obsessed with that?"

"Why don't you ever say anything about it?" he countered. I winced. "Touche."

I sighed again, "Answer my question and I'll answer yours."

He smiled, "I have this idea that what ever happened to you has something to do with why you're the only one I can't pass yet. You were hurt. More than that, I think. You were raped. Am I close?"

I stared at him. How? How did he know that? Mum would never tell.

"You blame Potter. He is the reason you were raped, right? Because you were his girlfriend. Something else as well, isn't it? Because it didn't have the effect. Potter didn't give everything for you, did he? He had that chance to stop them but he would rather win his silly war, wouldn't he?"

I wasn't aware I was crying until the tears traced down my cheeks. "Stop..." I sobbed.

"Should I? But this session's not finished. You blame yourself too. Because you didn't want him to come. You wanted to see just how far you could push yourself. You wanted to be worthy of him so while you screamed and cried, you let them."

"I didn't have a choice..." I cried.

"Everybody has a choice, Ginny. Everyone. Shall I continue? You wanted to see if they could break you. At first you were happy. They just played with you and you did so well. Then they started and suddenly you couldn't take it. You broke. You never touched that broken piece of you. You have to come to terms with it or you won't ever be fine. Never."

I dropped my head to my hands but he pulled my chin up again.

"How do you know all this?" I sobbed/asked.

"Because I was there. Because I tried to stop them." He let me go and took off his shirt, revealing a hideous scar running from shoulder to stomach. I gasped and traced it with my fingers. This wasn't from Harry's curse. I remembered that and those scars were still there, thin and fragile as paper. This was something else.

"How do you think I got this?" He asked.

I looked up to meet his eyes. Was it true? He tried to stop it?

"I had no idea it was you, Ginny. I swear. But I would have done it all over again no matter who was there. But for you... I would have stopped the sun. Anything."

I began crying again when I saw he was serious. He loved me. And damn it all to hell, I loved him too. I reached out and he took me in his arms. After a few minutes I was finished crying and he just held me.

Then hesitantly, I told him what had happened.

Epilogue ish thing

Hermione and Ron argued constantly, even through their own wedding. But despite that they were happy. They had a sinfully large number of kids but they were happy.

Harry and Luna married. together they took over the Quibbler and still run it to today with their daughter, Terisa.

Draco became a full time pyschologist and Ginny became a marriage counselor soon after they married. They were blissfully happy, with three kids, two sons and a daughter.

(A/N: The end. Ok, I read Deathly Hallows. I won't give away any spoilers, but I'm going to pretend bits of it nevered happened. That way I can continue my fics in peace.