Broken by Kaykos

Rating: R
Genres: Angst, Romance
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 4
Published: 28/05/2003
Last Updated: 28/05/2003
Status: Completed

Ginny hides behind a wall, a wall no one can crumble. She caused it herself by choosing him, now
she realizes what her choice truly means. By not speaking, she hides from the world, from him. He
is not one to be not spoken to, he is not one to be ignored. Draco, angered by her silence, will
not stand for anything. She is his, and he shall do whatever he wishes of her. Will he bring her
out of her silence by force or bruises? Rated R for physical abuse. Warning: this is NOT fluff.




1. Broken
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**Broken**

She shuddered as he took a looming step towards her. She could see the rage illuminating in his
eyes, the malice in the edges of his face. She backed up slowly, staggering away from him, her long
burgundy curls bouncing up and down with every step she took. She watched, as if far away, as he
raised his hand, his cold palm coming down hard on her soft face. She flinched; her hand rushing to
cover the sore he had just made. The blood began to rise in her cheek, a solid handprint engraved
on top of her beauty, on top of her joy. She could feel a trickle of blood running out the edge of
her mouth. She put her gloved hand to it, making sure it was real. Seeing it was, she fell to the
ground shattered.

He had broken her, ripped every shred of bliss she had left. It hurt her when he smiled upon
seeing her pain, but she couldn’t leave. She dared not to leave out of fear, fear of what he would
do if she did. She was trapped, like a mouse in a maze, with nowhere to go… no one to save her. She
was left to torment and punishment, her own doing, though she would not take it back for the world.
Now she had no one to save her, no one to sweep her off her feet. She had driven them all away by
choosing *him.*

He smiled. "Go, I don’t want to see your filth anymore." She slowly stood up, her
golden dress falling down around her feet. She felt his cold eyes upon the folds of her gown, her
tearful eyes. She turned her head down letting a sea of fiery hair fall down about her face as if
it could hide her from him. It was all she wanted. To be far away from his view was enough for her.
At least then he couldn’t hurt her.

She took a shaky step forward, the sound of her shoe on stone echoing about the mansion. She
paused momentarily, looking up at him, up into the eyes she had once loved. The icy gray orbs
offered nothing, only the promise of the dread that was sure to come. Not able to hold herself
back, a single tear leaked from her chocolate eye, tracing a path down her cheek, between her
freckles.

She began to shake, the frozen atmosphere slicing through her bones. She couldn’t take it, the
silence she let herself laps into had consumed her, had caused her pain. She no longer was able to
talk to him; it was hard enough looking at him. He had grown annoyed over time, thinking she was
trying to punish him with her silence. It was what had brought her beatings. It had all too soon
become a game with him, a sport. He found enjoyment in torturing her with pleasure and then
immediate pain.

"What?" he spat, seeing her thoughtful eyes leaking before him. She snapped up,
tearing herself from thought, her eyes never leaving his. She took her hand to her cheek, wiping
the tear away quickly. He sneered at her, taking a step towards her. She gasped closing her eyes
tightly afraid of the strike she thought would come. Upon feeling the absence of his harsh hand,
she let her eyes flutter open slowly. He was standing close to her, his hand tangled in her hair.
She exhaled, relieved and scared at the same time.

"Speak Virginia," he whispered into her ear, his soft breath rolling across her face.
She drew in rugged breaths, he chest heaving slowly. She felt as if her heart was about to pound
it’s way out of her ribcage.

All the cold was flushed out of her body as it was replaced by warmth. She shook her head no;
her eyes closed shut tightly. She pressed her lips tightly together, fearing what he would do. He
let out a cold laugh, a tendril of blonde hair falling sweetly across his face. He moved closer,
his callused hand caressing her cheek. He watched as she relaxed under his touch. It pained him to
not hear her sweet voice. He had been submitted to the silence of his castle, she would offer
nothing more.

"Come now, talk to me," he growled stepping back from her quickly in one graceful
swoop. She sighed, her eyes suddenly harsh flitting up to his own. Ginny looked down at the wedding
ring that lay upon her hand. She suddenly removed it from her tiny finger, throwing it at his broad
chest.

Enraged, he pinned her to the wall. His grasp was strangling her wrists from its needed blood,
but he didn’t care. Tiny bruises began to form on her fair skin, his hands pressing harder into
them. He watched with pleasure as she gasped in pain; receiving all the punishment she deserved. He
removed his grip, bending down to the floor to retrieve the ring. Ginny slumped down the wall,
silent tears streaming down her cheeks. The necklace she wore pinched tighter and tighter about her
neck. She feared he had cursed it to train her not to cry, but she did not care for the pain, she
would have preferred it to living with him.

"Put it back on," he hissed shoving the golden ring in her face. She looked up, slowly
extending her hand to it. Frail fingers clasped about the ring as she slipped it around her finger.
His strong backhand came down upon her shoulder as a warning. She slowly stood up, her legs shaky
and weak.

Feeling strength return to her she stood. Her legs firm, she took a step forward. Feeling no
pain she began to quicken her pace. Soon she was running up the crystal staircase, her bloodstained
glove trailing along the banister. She did not stop running until she reached her room, at least
what was supposed to be her own room.

She opened the door, her hand gripping the snake doorknob. Dark light streamed through her
window, catching her in the spotlight. She removed her shoes, stepping down onto the hard wooden
floor. She pranced gracefully over to her bed, pushing the curtains away to make enough room for
her. She flopped through the opening, her face falling softly onto her cold pillow.

A river of pain flowed from her eyes, her fear turning to rage as she hit her pillows violently.
She stopped upon hearing her door creak. She gasped. "Who’s there?" There came no answer,
only a soft prodding of footprints over to her bed. She turned her head upon seeing her husband. He
lay down next to her, wrapping his hand about her waist.

"It’s good to hear your voice," he sighed, laying his head amidst her fiery curls. She
tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but he was too strong, his hold too fierce. So she lay,
aggravated and tense in his arms. She slowly relaxed at feeling his hands trace the freckles upon
her back. He pushed away the material of her gown, kissing her shoulders lightly. She turned to
him, her eyes soft and caring. She let her finger slide down his nose, outlining his soft lips.

Ginny allowed his lips to kiss her finger, moving down her arm, his eyes held content upon her
all the while. She closed her own as his lips moved to her own, covering them fully. She parted
them slightly, allowing his tongue to enter her mouth. She shivered upon his cold caresses, his
chilling passion. She began to undo the ties on her robe, wondering why he was snickering at
her.

It was for no other reason than that he had truly broken her.



