Chapter Sixteen

Leave Your Childhood...

Ginny snarled at the young man as he removed the hood from her head. He winced, looking like this was the last thing he wanted to ever do. Ginny had only a smallest fraction of sympathy for him. He was part of the reason she was here after all.

She looked around. Hermione, Ron, Luna and Blaise were all gathered around as well. Like her they were bound, hands behind their back. Ginny noticed they were staring and she looked down to see her usual jeans and teeshirt had been covered with a frilly white dress. Ginny scowled at it whole heartedly, willing it to burn. Naturally this didn't work.

Ginny looked around at her companions. Hermione looked scared but defiant. Ron looked fierce and Ginny knew he was still very much in love with Hermione. Luna looked dreamily happy, as if something she had been waiting for was about to transpire. Blaise shared the same look of defiant feirocity that Ron had.

"Are you alright, Gin?" Ron croaked.

Ginny nodded. "Fine. And you?"

"Never better. You know, except for the whole tied up and probably awaiting the whims of Lord Too-Many-Names-To-Keep-Track-Of."

Ginny noticed a slight smile curve Hermione's lips and had to smile herself. Only the twins could have done it better.

All their heads whipped around as a door behind them opened. Ginny turned and braced herself, ready to run if the opportunity presented itself. She felt her jaw drop at who entered the large auditorium like room they were in.

Harry Potter, glasses gleaming wickedly in the candle light, stepped into the room.

"Potter," Hermione began, her tone reasonable.

"What the hell do you want?" Ron growled, unconsciously stepping in front of Hermione.

"My bride." He drawled, looking pointedly at Ginny. Ginny saw her vision turning red and knew her eyes were changing to slits. Frantic, she pulled herself in. While turning to a Dragon might get rid of Potter's advances, there wasn't enough room in the place for her to successfully battle him without hurting her friends.

"What is going on here?" Blaise demanded.

"Ginny and I are getting married."

"Congradulations, you fucking wanker. But as I understand it you need a priest." Blaise snarled but Ginny's thoughts raced back to boasts the older boy had made on the train to school. Blaise was an ordained minister. That summer his mother had remarried and as a show of how much he approved, Blaise had proctored the ceremony.

Harry smiled a him. "You'll do, won't you." At his nod, Blaise was pushed and shoved to the end of the hall, to stand on a small dias. The others were also pulled along. Harry started pulling Ginny along but Blaise called out even as one of the minions held open the bible for Blaise.

"Wait! I can't marry you."

Harry snarled at him, fingers digging painfully into Ginny's arm. "Maybe you don't understand. I worked quite hard to get her. I forced that Mudblood into that kiss, so I could break up their perfection."

Ginny glanced at Hermione and Ron. Hermione's jaw was down to the floor and Ron suddenly looked to be in almost pyshcial pain.

"I signed over to the other side for her. You're telling me, I can't have her?" Harry growled threateningly.

"Maybe you don't understand." Blaise echoed, looking brave despite the sweat pouring down his face. "If you don't have her consent, you aren't married. She has to say yes."

Harry smiled wickedly at Ginny. "Oh, you will. For them. For all of them." He looked over her head and she turned to follow his gaze.

The world fell down.

Draco, trussed up and gagged, stood in the shadows, a wand pressed to his throat. Ginny gasped. He was pleading with his eyes but Ginny couldn't, couldn't breathe, couldn't think. Nothing. Save Draco. Save him. Love him.

She turned back to Harry, tears tracing down her cheeks. "Alright." She whispered.

Harry dragged her the rest of the way to the makeshift altar.

Ginny turned to Harry, ignoring the words of the ceremony that Blaise listlessly read. She knew what his tone meant. He never expected her to give up. It was not like her.

But maybe it was time to be someone else.

Ginny shifted her gaze to Draco as Blaise continued. He was still mouthing something at her behind the gag. She felt her brow furrow. What could he mean? Don't do it? She had to, he would k-

It hit her with all the force of a Saab. The breath went from her lungs desperately. Harry was going to kill all of the others. He only needed a few signitures and he would have her for life.

Harry was saying something then Blaise spoke again. Suddenly all eyes were fixed on her. She knew what she had to say. She said them watching Draco wince as though struck.

"Then by the powere vested in me," Blaise said, skipping over the objection portion at a look from Harry. "I pronounce you man and wife." Then in a much smaller voice: "You may kiss the bride."

Harry leaned down and planted his lips on Ginny's. She pretended to soften and he kissed deeper.

Ginny focused all her attention on her right hand. The nails lenghtened and hardened to claws. She tore through the bonds and then buried her nails in Harry's stomach. He gasped but she brought her left hand around, holding him to her kiss as she twisted his organs with her claws. Blood pooled in Harry's mouth and Ginny tasted it, sharp, acrid. A trail ran down her chin as she finished him. He collasped.

She spat out his blood. "Consider that a divorce."

(A/N: So, do you love Ginny, or what? By the way, when I say Saab, I mean the jet, not the car.