CHAPTER 4!
DISCLAIMER – I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I own the rights to any of the songs used in this story.
You don't know me, like you knew me
You stopped listening
The moment that I needed you the most
You can't see me, like you saw me
But it's hard for you to pull me from the ground
So I scream, scream coz it hurts
Your every word
Cuts me inside and leaves me worse
There's no way back, but if there was
You'd still be you, and I'd still need
To Say Goodbye…
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Harry didn't know what to think. A few days ago, Ginny had hated him. Then she had loved him. Now she hated him again. She was lying in bed next to him, her back to him, pretending to be asleep – even though she knew he knew she was still awake.
"Ginny? Ginny I know you're awake. Can you at least let me know what's going on in my own relationship?"
"This isn't a relationship, it's a sentence. I committed a crime, and I'm paying the ultimate price,"
"Oh really?" he asked, fuming. "And what's that,"
She climbed out of bed, pulling the sheet around her naked body and walking into the bathroom. She poked her head around the corner slightly when she got in.
"Freedom," and promptly slammed the door before he could move.
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She stood in there for about 15 minutes, her back against the door, the sheet falling down her body, silently laughing. Since her night out, she had wanted make him pay. Since her night out, she had realized exactly what she was missing, and she blamed him entirely. She knew she couldn't leave him. Ever. She was strong, but not that strong. But she could make him hate her, despise her even. She had bought another phone, a pre-paid phone, and she pulled it out of her drawer. She knew Harry wouldn't go into this drawer – it held all of her sanitary items. But even if he did get the urge, all he would find would be a packet of tampons and pads. Nothing special.
But this phone was her only communication to her world – the real world. There were only 4 people who had the number – Blaise, Luna, Pansy, and of course Draco.
God, it had been exhilarating for her to be with him again. And she felt safe about it too. The Slytherin parties didn't exist to anyone outside that group – so she knew she was safe. Her secret was safe. As long as Harry never found her, she could find ways. She could easily lie to him now. It rolled off her tongue in a simple sentence. A few simple words, and it felt good.
She'd gone muggle shopping with Luna a couple of days ago. They apparated to Australia, where no one even had a chance of knowing them, and shopped away. Harry paid for it all – unknowingly of course. She paid all the bills, he just signed the blank cheques. She covered her tracks well.
She supposed deep down she loved him. Deep, deep, deep, deep, deep, deep…well you get the picture. There was a part of her that would have a slight inkling of interest in him. But when he turned into the scum that he was, she was glad it was only an inkling.
She turned on the hot water and let the sheet drop from her body. It was of the deepest red, and contrasted beautifully with her pale skin. The water ran down her back in floods, and she relished its calming ways. Every trickle, every drop, reminded her of Draco's soft fingers on her skin, and it had a calming effect on her, the same way he always had. She'd not had sex with him, she had forbidden it. But he hadn't needed that, he knew how to get to her. Her body was begging for him by the time he had left her bedroom in his house, and he knew it.
Tease! She thought. But she had had the most amazing time, and that was the most important thing.By the time she got out, Harry had gone. He'd left a note on the table, saying they needed to talk. She threw it in the fire and sat down to watch TV. Sometimes you had to love muggles, they had the best inventions…
He was pining for her. His heart, his mind, his body…it was all aching. She shouldn't be there with him! She should be here with me!
He had to admire her though. She was still the same old Ginny. She had refused to cheat on her husband. Well, to an extent. She had refused to go all the way with him, yes that was it. Nothing else was banned though, and that was the way he liked it. So he teased and tickled and nibbled until she could stand no more, then he had kissed her goodnight and turned off the light.
He'd sent her text messages since then, describing in detail what he wanted to do to her. It made her blood boil, he knew. With passion and anger. He laughed, but inside it was killing him too. What if Potter was trying to –
No. He didn't want to think about that. About that stupid great oaf trying to please her, to make her happy. He had never gotten that part right. Although Malfoy had to be thankful to Harry dearest – he was paying his phone bills now. Ginny insisted, it was her revenge.
The phone rang, and he picked it up, praying that it was her.
"Hello?"
"Draco, it's Pansy. You need to get down here now!"
"What's up Pans?"
"Have you seen the paper this morning?"
"No, I barely just got up,"
"Well take a look,"
He pulled his Daily Prophet from the window sill where his owl left it every morning, and almost dropped it as he read the front page.
"No. No how could this happen?"
"I don't know, but you would want to pray to whatever Gods you believe in that Potter hasn't seen the front page,"
"Blaise! Honey where are you?"
"I'm here Luna, calm down, what's up?" Blaise replied, stepping out of the shower. He dried his long hair with a towel as she paraded around in her new clothes.
"Do you like?" she asked, showing him her new skirt.
"I like very much. I don't remember buying that…"
"You didn't. The minister did," she replied, cheekily.
"Pardon? You're kidding right?" Blaise asked.
"No. Gin and me went shopping, courtesy of Mr. Harry Potter,"
"Interesting,"
"Very interesting what a muggle credit card will do for you,"
"Especially one in the name of our illustrious minister," he replied.
"Mmm, I think so,"
"Let me help you out of this skirt…" he growled.
She squealed and ducked out of his reach, running into the kitchen.
"Leave me alone!" she squeaked.
"I'm sorry, I'll be good," he replied, holding his palms up in peace. "Do you want a coffee?"
"Coffee would be nice. God I can't stop thinking about the other night!" she exclaimed.
"Mmm, it was nice to be the Dark Quartet again wasn't it?"
"I don't even remember how we got that name!"
"People got it into their heads that we were practicing Dark Magic, remember? All four of us. And don't forget we had more power over the Slytherin house than Snape or Dumbledore even did,"
"How strange, a Gryffindor controlling Slytherin," she replied, amused.
"Don't forget a Ravenclaw," Blaise added, handing her a coffee. She smiled gratefully and sat at their kitchen table. "Anything interesting in today's paper?"
"I'm not sure, I haven't – Agh!" Luna screamed, dropping her coffee mug.
"We have to get to Draco's," Blaise said quietly, picking up the paper.
"Mr. Potter? Mr. Weasley is here for your 12 o'clock,"
"You're going to have to be a little more specific than that Josh, there are seven Mr. Weasley's these days,"
"The Mr. Weasley who is your best mate and your wife's big brother," a voice said from the door.
"Ron!" Harry exclaimed. "Come in mate, how's Hermione?"
"Good. Listen, I wanted to talk to you about my sister," Ron replied. He didn't look too happy.
"Sure, what's wrong?"
"Well, I kind of get the picture that she isn't exactly happy with you right now,"
"Where did you get that from?" Harry asked, feeling slightly wary.
"Just from the way she looked the other night. I mean, Harry what's with the hair and the eyes? What was wrong with Ginny before?"
'Virginia. Look, she just stood out too much in a crowd that's all. It was nothing personal…"
Ron was trying to hold his patience, but it was thinning.
"But it's Ginny mate! She's always stood out, that's who she is!"
"Well, she's not Ginny anymore! She's the bloody Minister for Magic's wife, and she can't stand out!"
"I can't believe this," Ron said, standing up. "All this time, I thought she'd be happier with you, that you would take care of her. I thought that you'd be better for her than – "
"Than who?" Harry asked, standing also. His friend was on the verge of exploding, he could see that.
"I guess you don't know – " Ron replied, throwing the mornings paper at Harry, who caught it, but didn't look at it. " – it's really quite obvious as to who she's happier with isn't it? I should kill him…but it's been years since she smiled like that, since she laughed. I prize that more than any school grudges. Goodbye Harry,"
And he left. Harry looked down at the paper and realized why everyone had stared at him this morning. Why workplace gossip was spreading all around him.
MRS. MINISTER OF MAGIC PARTIES WITH SUSPECTED EX-DEATH EATERS!And under that, a picture of Ginny, dancing with Blaise and Luna Zabini, and with the arms of Draco Malfoy wrapped around her waist.
"I'll kill her,"
Ginny returned from her run, hot, sweaty and satisfied. She put the key in the lock, turned it, and walked into her home, singing along to the headphones in her ears. She danced around her living room, through to the kitchen, and pulled orange juice out of the fridge, drinking from the bottle. As she turned around she gave a jump of fright, sending the orange juice flying at the kitchen wall. Her husband was sitting at the table, not moving, just staring at her maliciously, like he wanted to rip her apart.
"Harry! What are you doing home?"
"Did you have a nice run? I presume that was where you were?"
"Well, duh, what with the shorts and the singlet and the sweat," she replied, as if he were crazy. "What are you doing home? You're not due back for – " she looked at her watch. " – another two hours,"
"Something came up that I felt deserved my full attention. Are you sure you were running?"
"Um, yeah. I'm positive. Ask any – actually don't,"
"Hows about if I ask Julie?"
"Julie? Oh, she wasn't running today. She has the flu," Ginny lied.
"In summer?"
"Yeah. Worst luck ever," she replied, feeling slightly uncomfortable. Harry sneered.
"She was fine last week,"
"I guess it took a hold quick. Look what the hell is all this about?"
"What else have you done today?"
"I, uh, I went shopping. Why?"
"Find anything nice?"
"Not really. Not today,"
"But you did two days ago,"
"T – Two days ago?" she asked. Last week she had gone shopping with Luna…
"Yeah. $3000 worth of clothes, plus another $500 on lunch…some place in Australia…"
"What are you blabbering on about?"
"Credit card statement,"
"Oh really? Which one?" she asked.
"Visa,"
"Well that would explain it. My wallet was stolen Wednesday. Someone else must have charged it," she replied, slightly afraid of the look in his eye.
"Curious. Well, I found something you might like today, Virginia,"
"Really?" she asked.
"Yes," he stood up and walked over to her, grabbing her arm. "It was hot pink. It had these little shoestring straps, and a v-neck, and right in the middle of the breasts, do you know what there was?"
She gulped. "No, what?"
"A big, silver diamante. Doesn't that sound nice?"
"Sounds a bit trashy to me," she replied, her voice wavering. He pushed her into the living room, still holding her arm tightly. Her eyes began to water.
"Why are you crying Virginia? I think that top seems like something you would have worn. I could just picture it on you. In your black skinny jeans, some pumps, with your hair all up in ringlets…"
"Harry what – "
He pushed her down onto the couch.
"Have you had any contact with anyone today Ginny?"
"No, not at all. Although the answering machine is beeping, so I assume someone tried to call,"
"Mmm, do you know why that might be?"
"Not a clue,"
"Have you read the paper today Virginia?"
"No, I haven't. Harry if you don't tell me right now what's going on, I swear I'll – "
He threw the paper at her face, and it hit her with such forced she instantly let the tears flow.
"What the fuck? Have you lost your mind?" she screamed, standing up.
"Sit down! Read the first page!"
She turned the paper over and gasped. "No. Oh no, no, no, no, no,"
"Oh yes. You promised me Ginny! Do you have any idea what you've done!"
"Harry, I – "
"You what? You're sorry? You swore to me Ginny, you swore that you hadn't seen him! Swore you never would!"
"I know I – "
"I really don't care," he replied simply. He turned to walk out of the room. "I should divorce you Ginny. I should toss you out on the street with nothing. Let you see what it's like. But no, then you'd have what you want. You could be with him then, be his whore," he spat the word out, and all of a sudden she flipped. She was so uncontrollably angry.
She launched herself across the room at him, and threw herself on his back. She punched him in the back of the head and scratched down his face. She went to hit him again, when he turned around quickly and punched her in the stomach.
She gasped, her hands flew to her stomach.
"You…you hit me," she said quietly. She starting coughing and spluttering. Specks of blood appeared on the carpet as she coughed.
"Are you okay? Oh my God, I'm so sorry! It was instinctive – "
"He would never hit me," she replied, clutching her stomach.
He stood up and sneered at her. "You really are a little whore aren't you? Tell me Virginia, did you have fun? Did you screw him senseless? Until he couldn't breathe? Were you with him the way I always wanted you with me? Now I understand, I finally get it. The reason you never let me in, the reason our sex is so bad. I'm not him, am I? Be honest with me; were you a virgin when we got married?"
She looked at him, stunned. Then she began to laugh – high pitched and crazy. "I dated him for a year before you asked me to marry you! Do you honestly think that any girlfriend of Malfoy could ever say they remained a virgin for that long into a relationship with him? No Harry, I wasn't. I gave that part of myself to him willingly, and he actually pleased me! Out of everything, that's probably what I miss. Pure, raw, pleasure. No Harry, I didn't have sex with him the other night. I wanted to, but some stupid part of me didn't want to betray my husband – didn't want to cheat on you. I should have, shouldn't I? It'll be a while before I feel that again, won't it?"
He slapped her face.
"Virginia Potter, you will not leave this house, do you understand me? If you see him, I swear to you, I will have him arrested and executed!"
"What the fuck for!"
He sneered. "I'm sure I can think of something. And I'll be telling your mother, you know,"
"You moron! It's in the fucking paper! Do you really think she doesn't know! And you won't tell anyone anything, and you won't keep me prisoner!"
"Oh really? Do you think so?"
"Yes I think so, you're a wife beater now Harry. Not only could I sell my story to the Prophet, I would happily detail everything you're not, and everything he is. I understand I have to stay with you Harry – it kills me but I'll do it. But I will not be a prisoner in my own home,"
She walked past him, her head held high.
"You married a Weasley, Harry. A sister of Fred and George, most prized possession of Bill and Charlie, and yes, Draco Malfoy's whore if you like. Did you really believe that you could win?"
"Listen – " he began warningly.
"No you listen. For four years I have sat back and dealt with you controlling my life. I held my head high when Hermione told me about your illustrious affairs with Cho Chang and perfect little Miss Davis. Oh yes, I knew. It's amazing who people are loyal to these days, isn't it? Your best friends betrayed you. You won't hold me prisoner, Harry. You won't tell anyone what happened, or any detail of my previous friendship with Draco. If you do, I will raise Heaven and Hell to see you pay, and I can do it. Believe me I can,"
She walked into the bathroom, leaving him stunned.
Look what you've done now, Harry, he thought to himself. You made your wife miserable, banned her from her friends, and now you hit her…twice! What kind of a man are you exactly?
P Thanks you guys so much for all your reviews, I really love this story. I know it get's really weird, and I'm sorry for that, but it's my baby. I just want to reiterate, I actually don't hate Harry, he's just bad in this story.
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