"Did he rape you?"

Malfoy's question hung in the air, a heavy wall coming to settle between them.

"You'd like to know, wouldn't you? Give the Prophet another story to run, maybe something better than 'Four Years Later: How Ginevra Weasley Is Coping'?" Ginny hissed at Malfoy, shoving him out of the way.

"So he did, didn't he?" Malfoy stood straight, his fists clenched at his sides as Ginny slowly turned at the top of the stairs to face him.

"Yes," she sneered at him, holding the railing between her hands tightly, "Harry Potter raped me. Happy now? Going to go and tell all your friends about it?"

Malfoy closed his eyes briefly, then opened them, shifting his gaze to the ceiling.

"Why?" His deep voice–usually harsh–was soft.

She shrugged bitterly.

"I didn't want to marry him. He didn't like that very much, and since we hadn't fucked yet he probably thought that me experiencing him would make me change my mind."

Malfoy leaned back against the wall, his cool demeanor returning.

"No one thinks you're weak or pathetic because of it."

Ginny snorted and rolled her eyes, leaning against the railing of the stairs.

"I don't really give a shit what people think about me. I don't want pity. I hate the looks people give me every time a new story comes out." A tear rolled from her eye, down over her cheek, falling onto her chest. "He, on the other hand, loves giving interviews and changing the story every goddamn time." She sank to the floor, hugging her knees to her chest.

Malfoy took in her exhausted, terrifyingly skinny frame and tried to force away the sympathy for her that came over him.

"Do you, er, want to talk about it?" She tilted her head to look up at him.

"Do you want to listen?" He shrugged, forcing an indifferent–almost bored–look to cross his face. Inside, however, he was furious. His anger at Potter swelled up like a wave threatening to break at any moment.

"We'd been dating for about two years, and it was fantastic. Being on the arm of the Golden Boy at all times, having all these girls jealous of me...it was great. He spoiled me rotten, giving me presents almost every day: bracelets, trinkets, shoes. God, I loved the shoes he bought me. They were so expensive, so well made...nothing like what I was used to." She blinked roughly, staring into the past. "He brought me out to dinner one night, to my favorite restaurant that I knew he didn't like, but he still dealt with it because I liked it. He got us a little private table, set up with candles and curtains and white rose petals sprinkled everywhere.

"I thought he was trying to make up for the fight we'd gotten into earlier that week. He'd accidentally thrown out a set of earrings that my Mum gave me because they were wrapped in paper. He said he'd buy me new ones, but they were irreplaceable to me. After we ate I saw him slip out a box from his trouser pocket, and I thought he'd bought me new earrings. Then he got down on one knee in front of me and opened the box, while asking me if I'd be his wife. I remember covering my mouth because I almost said yes. I hesitated, and he immediately knew I didn't want to be married to him."

Ginny was crying now, her face damp yet emotionless. She laced her fingers together and squeezed them tightly.

"His face just dropped. He was furious, and he yanked me up by my wrist and Apparated us back to our flat. As soon as his feet touched the floorboards he threw me onto the floor and began tearing my clothes off. I fought him back, but he was so much stronger than me." A small whimper escaped from her as she took a deep breath.

"He was so angry. I was terrified. He was screaming at me, asking me why I didn't love him. I did love him. How couldn't I? We were basically paired off from the first time he stayed at the Burrow. He grabbed my wrist, hard, and slammed it into the floor. I was crying, I was hysterical, but it didn't matter to him. He raped me, and after he was done defiling me, he laughed. He laid on top of me and laughed. I was covered in sweat–my sweat, his sweat– and my tears. Then he spit on me. He spit on me and said I was no better than the dirt he wipes off his shoes."

Ginny stared at the floor, tears falling rapidly from her empty eyes. She looked up at Malfoy, expressionless. His jaw was clenched tight, the veins and tendons in his neck shockingly apparent.

"That...fucking bloody prick." The anger in his voice seemed to radiate throughout the house, shaking the floors and the walls. "He deserves to die like the animal he is."

Ginny gave a sad laugh. "He won't ever get what he deserves. He's the Chosen One. He killed Voldemort. People idolize him. Do you know how many damn godchildren he has? People love him."

"That's not fair," Malfoy stated loudly, punching the floor with one fist. "Why should you suffer just because he's famous?"

"Exactly," Ginny responded grimly, her cinnamon eyes locking with Malfoy's silver ones. "He's famous. I was just his whore."

"You're not a whore."

"You obviously don't know me very well," she said lightly, a sad smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. "I shag anyone who breathes, really."

"I don't believe you. You have standards, and so do I. I wouldn't date a common whore."

"Believe what you want," she responded as she wiped her tears away with the back of her hands. She pushed herself up from the floor, grabbing onto the railing as she lurched forward. "Stupid wonky step," she muttered to herself as she walked down the staircase, grabbing her cigarettes from the counter as she passed. The cool night air rushed to surround her as she lit the fag.

"I don't know why you smoke," Malfoy said as he slid out from behind the door. She turned to look at him, the tracks of her tears still glittering on her face.

"It calms me down. I have a pretty stressful life."

"It'll kill you."

She rolled her eyes and blew a steady stream of smoke into his face.

"If only."

She took another drag and stubbed the butt out with her toe, watching it disappear into the grass. She looked up at Malfoy, taking in his button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, his sharp cheekbones, his clenched jaw. She took a step forward, placing her hands on his firm chest.

"Ginny, no. You don't want to do this." Malfoy crossed his arms over his chest and stared down at her. She bit her lip as she looked up at him through her eyelashes.

"Yes, I do," she murmured as she stretched onto her tiptoes and pressed her lips firmly against his. Malfoy arms quickly snaked around her small waist, pulling her closer to his body. She reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, claiming him as her own.

He stumbled as he walked backward, shoving the door open with his heel while Ginny dug her nails into the tender skin of his neck. His hands trailed down to cup her bum as he lifted her by the hips onto the counter behind them. He felt her legs wrap around his waist, her fingers grasp at the tiny hairs at the nape of his neck as she shifted her mouth to his jaw, leaving tiny butterfly kisses in a path down to his collarbone. He grabbed at the front of her trousers, tugging them down to expose her lace knickers. She pulled his face down to meet hers, feverishly kissing him as his hands slipped up her shirt. She shivered at his cool touch, and sat up, hooking her hands together behind Malfoy's neck as he carried her to the stairs.

He leaned down, setting her on the steps as he squared his shoulders above her.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, his throaty voice thick with lust.

"Yes," she breathed, her dark eyes lidded, "positive."

He nodded quickly and gave her a deep kiss as he wrapped his arms around her and picked her up, carrying up the dark stairs while her nimble hands worked at the buttons on his shirt. He got to the top of the stairs with her and pressed her back to the wall, gently letting her down while his hands slid up her body.

She shivered as he tugged her shirt off, throwing it onto the floor as she hooked her leg behind his knee, pulling his body closer to hers. She pressed her hips into the bulge of his trousers, smirking as he groaned lightly and ran his fingers down her bare back. She sighed and arched her back, pressing her chest to his as his hands grabbed at her hips, only centimeters of space left between their bodies.

He pulled her toward the door to her bedroom, kicking it open. The hollow sound of the door hitting the wall echoed through the large, empty house, and gave Ginny shivers as she fell onto the bed, pulling Malfoy with her. He put his weight on his arms, holding himself above her as their lips met again. She pushed his shirt off, letting it fall next to them as he slid his hands under her back and rolled to the side, pulling her on top of him.

Ginny straddled him, leaning down to feel his muscled chest and stomach as he tucked his hands behind his head, smirking up at her.

"I missed you," she said softly, hiding her expression as she played with the button of his trousers.

"I missed you too," he said, a coy smile playing on his lips as she unzipped his trousers, "as you can see." She shot him a smug smile, then rolled next to him as she quickly took off her pants. He grabbed her waist, pulling her back on top of him as she slowly began to gyrate against his throbbing erection. He groaned, reaching up to cup her breasts in his hands as she twisted her arms behind her and unsnapped her bra, flinging it onto the floor. He sat up, his abs rippling as his mouth attacked a peaked nipple, her head thrown back in ecstasy.

Ginny's hands found their way to Malfoy's soft, thick locks of hair and grabbed onto them tightly, allowing a small moan to escape her mouth as Malfoy shifted his attention to her other breast, the cool air in the room like a gentle wave against her wet nipple. She could feel his smirk against her breast, and tugged on his hair to pull his face up to hers.

"Don't laugh, you prat," she whispered as he winked and dipped his head down to her neck. He bit her thin skin lightly, hearing her groan as his lips travelled to the crook of her neck and shoulder.

"You taste so sweet," he murmured lightly as she tilted her head down, her nimble fingers following the thin trail of hair from his stomach down into his boxers. He bit his lip against her skin, suppressing a groan as her hand snaked under the waistband. She flashed a coy smile down at him as he cupped her breasts again, falling back against the bed as she shifted her grip on his member.

"Oh, Ginny," he groaned as she pumped her hand up and down, biting her lip as he grabbed her hips. He gently pushed her hand away and pulled her down on top of him, kissing her deeply before shifting her body onto the bed. He kneeled between her knees, hooking two fingers under the waistband of her knickers and slowly pulling them down her legs and over her feet, flinging them onto the floor. Her hands were shaking next to her body as he held himself over her. He looked into her eyes, dark brown meeting silver, then plunged into her warm core.

She moaned loudly, her legs wrapping around his waist as he thrusted again and again, each time focusing only on the girl writhing beneath him.

"Oh gods, Malfoy," Ginny moaned from underneath him, sweat rolling off from her forehead and disappearing into her tangled hair.

"No," he grunted, his fingertips inching toward hers, "not Malfoy. Say my first name."

She bit her lip, knowing he was testing her. Her concentration was upended by a deep thrust that sent shivers up her spine and made her see fireworks as she squeezed her eyes shut. She took a deep breath, trying to hold in the moans that were threatening to burst through from her lungs as Malfoy thrusted again.

"Say...it," he panted, lacing his fingers with her. He gritted his teeth as she closed her eyes and gave one final thrust.

"Draco!" she screamed, squeezing his hand as her back arched, her chest pressing against his while he groaned and fell onto her, filling her with his come. Her body shook under his, and all he could do for a few moments was to lay carefully on top of her, his head tucked into the crook of her neck while she panted.

Her breathing finally returned to normal, as did his, and he rolled onto his back next to her. She turned onto her side, pulling up the sheet to cover her body as she lay with her head resting on her hand. He turned to look at her, taking in her sweaty face and disheveled hair, the red blush of her cheeks and her heavy eyes.

"I, er, well...I want, um..." he leaned in toward her and gave her a lingering kiss on the forehead, whispering against her skin, "I want to protect you."

She furrowed her brows then gave him a small smile and pulled him in for a tender kiss.

"I know you do. I'm a big girl, though, so don't waste your time." She turned to face the window, her bare back to him as he lay back down on the pillows, numerous thoughts chasing each other through his mind.

A/N: Anything you recognize is not mine. This goes for all of my chapters.

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Ugh, school started last week and balancing that and work is really hard, sorry about the half hearted ending but I really wanted to get this finished. I'll try to update on weekends, so there will be a little bit of a wait.