“What the fuck do you guys think you’re doing?!” Ginny screamed angrily.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
Draco moved closer to Ginny.
“You’re shivering.” He observed.
“Yeah well, we’re not moving.”
Ginny was surprised when Draco dunked her. She came up spluttering, and yelled, “oh you’re gunna get it now, Malfoy!” They played in the water for quite some time, both forgetting about their pain.
From up in one of the classrooms at the castle, stood an old wizard with half moon spectacles watching them, with a knowing smile on his face.
“Albus?” Came a voice.
“Ah, Severus it’s so nice of you to join me.”
“What did you want, sir?”
“I just wanted you to see this.” He pointed down at the lake.
“Two students out of bed, Potter and Granger no doubt.” Said Severus sneering.
“That is where you’re wrong, if you’ll look closely you’ll notice the hair color.”
Peering through the window, Severus gave a start. “It’s Weasley and Malfoy!” He whispered in awe.
“It is indeed,” said Dumbledore.
Ginny didn’t return to the Gryffindor tower until morning. She an Draco had spent the night under the oak tree just talking. Ginny had told him about growing up with six brothers, always being babied, and she even mentioned Tom. She didn’t touch too much on that subject, only saying that he was her first true friend, but then stabbed her in the back. In return for her stories, he talked about his mum, how she was the best thing in his life. He never mentioned his father, but he did say Snape was more of a father than Lucius ever was. He then asked Ginny how her and Snape were so close. Ginny told him she saw something in him no one else could, and she was annoying and persistant.
“People have two parts to them,” she said. “There’s one part – the outside – where we carefully choose what we want people to see. The second part – the inside – is where our real selves reside. A lot of time we ignore that trapped person, because we’re scared of the truth. Of what we really are. It’s like a box,” she mused. “I mean, you could write ‘toys’ on the outside, and people would see that and ignore it, because who wants a box full of toys? What they wouldn’t know was what was really in the box was gold. You see what I’m saying?” She asked.
“Oi.” She sighed. “On the outside you’re plain and boring, so no one notices you. But on the inside you’re a treasure trove. But until one day when that special person comes along and discovers that, you’re going to continue to live a lie, under some facade you’ve put up.”
“You and me.” Draco whispered.
“You and me.” Repeated Ginny in agreement.
“Where WERE you last night?!” Ron shouted as Ginny climbed through the portrait hole.
“That’s what I said.”
“Alright! Round two!” Shouted Seamus. Dean roared with laughter as more people came to watch the fight.
“You know Ron, if you were so concerned about me, you could’ve COME AFTER ME?!”
“Yeah well... Hermione told me I shouldn’t because you needed to cool off!”
“Oh, Hermione said?!” Ginny scoffed. “Yeah okay Ron, if you really did care what was wrong with me, you would’ve went anyway. You’re my BROTHER. But you know what? Since you’re too busy with Harry and Hermione to care about your own sister, than that’s extremely sad. You didn’t even care that I was upset last night. You didn’t bother to find out why. But do you know who did? DO YOU?!”
Ron gulped. “Who?” He asked timidly.
“DRACO SODDING MALFOY. THATS RIGHT, RON! HE CARES MORE ABOUT ME THAN YOU DO!” Then Ginny stormed back out of the portrait hole leaving all of Gryffindor tower in shock for the second time.
Draco woke up with his back aching, and his neck stiff. “Where am I?” He mumbled. Getting his bearings, he realised he was still under the oak tree. “Ginny?” He called out. There was no answer. He looked around and noticed a cigarette lying on the ground next to him. “That bint!” He got up slowly, pocketed the cigarette and made his way back to the castle.
Ginny ran. She didn’t know where she was going, but she had to get away. The anger that coursed through her veins felt so familiar... so good. Then it happened.
“Tom!” She gasped. “Go away! I don’t need this right now!” She whispered frantically. All of a sudden, the hallway she was in went dark, and Ginny tripped and fell. “Nooo! Tom don’t!”
But it’s been so very long, Ginny. I’ve missed you.
“You bastard! Don’t!”
No one can hear you scream, Ginny. You’re all mine.
Ginny felt the darkness press down around her, pinning her to the ground. She screamed when she felt Tom enter her. Crying out in pain, she could feel Toms thrusts becoming harder. “Nooooo! Tom stop, please! I’ll do anything!” She felt him roughly grab her breasts in his hands, and her cheek being caressed.
Then it was over. The torches were re-lit, revealing Ginny sprawled out on the corridor floor. Her stockings and knickers were torn at the crotch, and her shirt was ripped open. Her breathing was ragged, and as much as she wanted to cry, she couldn’t.
Until next time. Tom’s voice hissed in her ear.
Ginny shivered, and slowly got to her feet. She stumbled through the corridor and found herself in the entrance hall. There were a lot of people there, either going to, or coming from breakfast. They all stopped and stared at the limp form of Ginny Weasley walking down the corridor.
“Ginny!” Ron flew through the throng of people and rushed up to his sister. “Oh my god, Ginny what happened to you?!”
But Ginny had passed out.
Draco walked inside the castle to find people mulling about the entrance hall gaping at something.
“Move you idiots!” He growled and pushed his way to the front of the crowd. The sight that met his eyes shocked him. There was Ginny, passed out in her brothers arms, clothes torn and hair a mess. Ron was struggling, the limp form of his sister was a deadweight in his arms. Draco rolled his eyes and pushed through the crowd.
“If you had half a brain, Weaselbee, you’d levitate her.”
Ron dropped Ginny unceremoniously on the ground and spun around angrily to face Draco. He stood at full height, a good 3 inches above Draco, and his face was contorted into fury.
“IT’S YOUR FAULT SHE’S LIKE THIS!”
“My fault?” Draco asked calmly. “Care to explain?”
“YOU... SHE’S SPENDING TOO MUCH BLOODY TIME WITH YOU! IF YOU HADN’T BEEN OUTSIDE WITH HER ALL NIGHT WE WOULDN’T HAVE FOUGHT THIS MORNING AND SHE WOULDN’T HAVE RAN OUT OF THE COMMON ROOM!”
Draco ignored the redhead screaming in his face and focused on the redhead lying on the ground. She was pale, much too pale for his comfort, almost lifeless even. Then reality hit him like a ton of bricks.
He pushed past Ron and levitated Ginny.
“WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING, MALFOY?!” Ron roared.
“To the hospital wing Weasley!” He spat. “You’re sister is bloody dying!”
Ron stopped short and stared. “Wha- what?” He asked shakily.
Draco just shook his head and ran off as quickly as he could to the hospital, Ginny floating a few feet in front of him.
All Ginny could remember before she passed out was unbelievable pain. Like her insides were on fire, her soul being torn in two.
What’s happening to me? She thought as she tried sitting up. Where am I?
That sounds like Ron.
She felt a pair of arms wrap around her neck tightly, but she couldn’t see. Her eyes were unfocused.
“Ginny? Are you okay?” The voice that sounded like Ron had worry etched in every word spoken.
She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. Another voice sounded, this time higher pitched.
“Get away from her! I’ve allowed you to stay but now that she’s up leave! Out now!”
Ginny heard mumbles and chairs being scraped back, then footsteps receding away.
“Drink up and lay down, Miss Weasley.”
Ginny opened her mouth once more and a very foul tasting potion slid down her throat.
“It will help you sleep,” said the voice.
Madame Pomfrey? Ginny thought. Am I in the hospital wing?
Then she fell asleep.
“Ouch! Don’t shove me!”
“Move, I want to see her!”
“Stop shoving me!”
“Shut up both of you! You’re going to wake her. And Madame Pomfrey!”
“Well he shoved me.”
Ginny lay in bed awake, eyes closed listening to people whisper around her bed. Slowly, she opened her eyes revealing Ron, Harry, and Hermione bathed in moonlight at the foot of her bed, and Draco leaning against the wall in the shadows.
“She’s awake!” Squealed Ron.
“Shh!” Reprimanded Hermione.
The trio rushed to Ginny side, all trying to talk over each other in urgent whispers.
“Are you okay?”
“Does it hurt?”
“Are you okay?”
But Ginny wasn’t listening. Her eyes were focused upon Draco, who hadn’t moved. He was staring intently, right back at her. Their eyes met, Ginnys hollow brown ones, and Draco’s cold silver ones.
“I’ll be back,” he mouthed at her, then walked quietly out of the hospital room.
Ron noticed where she was looking, and shook his head saying “what a bloody git!” then returned his attentions toward his sister.
“Ginny,” he began only to be cut off.
“Save it, Ron. I’m not in the mood to talk.”
“Come on,” said Hermione sighing, tugging hard at both Harry and Rons sleeves. “She wants to rest, we’ll come back another time, Gin?”
Ginny watched as the three of them left, and was just about to fall back asleep when she heard footsteps.
“I don’t want to talk, Ronald!”
“Never compare me to Weaselbee, please and thanks.”
Ginny looked up at the blonde boy standing before her. “I’m glad it’s you.”
He sat at the edge of her bed, and fidgeted with the sheets. “I uh, what happened this morning?”
Ginny closed her eyes as if in great pain, and reached out to find Draco’s hand. Once she found it, she clutched on tightly.
“I was... I was hurt.”
“Well obviously,” said Draco sarcastically.
Ginny opened her eyes revealing the lifeless soul trapped within her. “Stay with me,” she whispered, and crawled over to Draco, then immediately wrapped her arms around his torso and clung to him tightly. Not sure of what to do, Draco lay her down and then lay next to her, wrapping his arms around her, too, so that they were almost one person with two heads.
And thats how Ginnys parents, the Trio, Professors Dumbledore, Snape, and Madame Pomfrey found them the next morning.
“What is the meaning of this?!” Shrieked Madame Pomfrey, causing Ginny and Draco to wake up. They sprung apart and looked up at the crowd sheepishly.
“What is the meaning of this?!” she repeated.
“Now, now, Poppy.” said Dumbledore calmly. “Why don’t we just let Mr. Malfoy collect himself, and head down to breakfast?” he then nodded his head towards Draco and then the door. Draco immediately got up and scampered out of the Hospital Wing, only stopping to look back and the fiery red head who was getting screamed at by almost everyone.
“...don’t know why you were with him of all people!”
“You wouldn’t talk to me, but you’d sleep with MALFOY?!”
“This is a Hospital Wing! Not some... broom closet!”
“–expected you of all people, Miss Weasley–”
“Enough!” said Dumbledore loudly.
Everyone quieted and turned around to face the ancient wizard.
“Now, I think everyone should take a calming breath, and cease from screaming. After all, as Poppy so often reminds everyone, this is a hospital wing.” His blue eyes were twinkling as he watched Ginny slowly get out of bed and sneak off towards the exit. He kept talking to keep everyone’s attention away from the her, and once she finally disappeared into the hallway beyond, did he stop. “And that,” he concluded, “is why Lemon Drops are my favorite candy.”
“Where did she go!?” screamed Mrs. Weasley as soon as she focused her attention on the now empty bed of Ginny. She turned back to Dumbledore and pointed an accusatory finger in his face. “My daughter is ill! What did you do with her?! She needs–”
“REST!” Madame Pomfrey finished off the sentence.
“Well sometimes the body is rested but the soul is not.” said Dumbledore, then he walked swiftly out of the room leaving a confused crowd in his wake.
Sighing, Ginny walked uneasily through the corridors. She still hurt in many places, particularly below the belt, but she didn’t let that stop her. She had to find Draco.
“Where the hell could he have gone?” she muttered. “Surely not to breakfast, the oak tree perhaps?” Ginny immediately reversed her direction and headed down to the entrance hall. As she made her way down the stairs, there was a great hush. Ginny just rolled her eyes and gave an obscene hand gesture to everyone who dared stare at her.
“Ginny!” it was Dean.
She stopped moving. “What do you want?”
“I heard about yesterday. Are you okay? I’m sorry I couldn’t come to the hospital to visit... I had um... homework.”
Ginny rolled her eyes again. She had been dating Dean to help relieve her of her pain, mainly using sex. Although she had a sneaking suspicion that it was just making her even more hollow and used.
“Whatever, its fine. I have to go, though.”
“Er, wait Ginny. I um, I think we should break up.”
Ginny looked at him with mild interest.
“Why is that? Finally feeling guilty about your midnight wanderings with Lavender?”
“What... how did you know?”
“Intuition. Now I really have to go.”
She pushed past Dean and jogged out onto the Hogwarts grounds. Upon reaching the oak tree, she was fairly surprised that he wasn’t there.
“Damn! Where else could he be?”
“Looking for me, Weasley?” a cold, sarcastic voice came floating from somewhere above her.
Ginny looked up into the oak tree branches and scowled.
“Go away.” he snarled at her.
“No! Look, I need to talk to someone and you–”
“I don’t want to hear your problems, you stupid bint!” Draco yelled at her.
Ginny had a look of hurt in her eyes, but only for a second, because it was replaced with a blazing fury moments later.
“You... are... the hugest... ugliest... prat... on the face of... this fucking planet!” she said through gritted teeth, then she spit at the base of the tree trunk, and turned around and marched away.
Draco watched her go, almost sadly. Whatever he had with Ginny, whether it was friendship or... no don’t even say it. Love? It had to stop. If the Dark Lord were to find out about it, he could be in an even more precarious position than he already was. I have to think about mother.
Sighing, he slipped down from the branches of the tree and headed toward the Slytherin Common room, thinking about a certain redhead the whole way.
It was almost time for the holidays and Ginny was acting as provocative as ever. She skipped classes, she snuck out to Hogsmead, she drank with the Slytherins, and she even befriended Pansy Parkinson, and they both went on a wild sex streak.
The Trio was sitting in a corner of the Library, watching the two girls laughing over some conquest the night before. Ron was shaking in anger, and kept saying over and over, “my baby sister, what went wrong?”
Hermione looked at Harry mournfully. “Something happened to her, why won’t she tell us?”
Harry just shrugged his shoulders, all three of them failing to notice how much they’d neglected her over the years. Suddenly, out of the shadows stepped none other than Draco Malfoy.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” he sneered.
“Sod off Malfoy” snapped Hermione.
“I don’t think I want to, mudblood.”
“You will or else you’ll be sorry!” snarled Harry standing protectively in front of his girlfriend.
Draco just laughed and said, “if you were as half as protective towards Ginny than you are your mudblood, I’m sure she’d open up to you, and actually talk.” Then he smiled smugly, and walked away. But not without stealing the tiniest of glances at Ginny, who was staring openly at him, hatred burning in her eyes.
“Ginny? Ginny helloooooo!” Pansy waved her newly manicured hand in front of her friends face.
“What?” she snapped.
“Were you paying attention to anything I just said?”
Pansy rolled her eyes.
“I was saying that I’m getting bored. We need to find some other way to entertain ourselves.”
“What!” said Ginny in mock surprise. “You mean you’re getting bored of sex?!”
“Never! Just how we’re approaching it.”
Ginny looked at Pansy in interest. The girl sitting before her was not pretty in the way Ginny was, in fact, they were almost complete opposite. Pansy’s face was rough around the edges, with short choppy black hair. Her eyes, too, were black, but her dark skin set them off nicely. She had a pug nose and her mouth was too small, but it looked good on her.
“What do you have in mind?”
“Well, I thought that–”
but whatever she thought, Ginny never knew, because at that moment Ron came storming over, not being able to take lack of information any longer. He grabbed onto her arm and started yanking her out of the library. Before she could fight back, Harry took her other arm and together they dragged her down the corridor until they came to the Room of Requirement. Ginny screamed in frustration, and was forcefully pushed inside. Only then did they let go of her, and she immediately made a mad rush towards the door, but unfortunately for her, Hermione had just stepped inside and locked it so only she could re-open it.
“We want to know what’s wrong with you.”
“Thats why you dragged me away from a very important conversation? To try and enlighten yourself in my eyes, to redeem yourself from your years of cruelty?
“Years of cruelty?” Harry sputtered. “But... but Ginny! You’re our friend! Malfoy was the one that was cruel, not us!”
“So where were you in my first year when I was obviously acting strange? Where were you in my third year when I broke my arm because I fell off of a broomstick? Or how about fourth and fifth year when I cried myself to sleep every night? Not you guys! But do you know who was there this year? Draco sodding Malfoy. That’s who. But that is besides the point. If you really want to know why I won’t talk to you, I’ll tell you. You three have been cruel to me, because what Malfoy does isn’t cruel, for him it’s a sick game of pleasure. He’s just trying to relieve himself of the pain that he’s feeling. But you guys? You haven’t ever tried to cheer me up, you’ve just added stress upon my life, and now you want to be apart of it? I hardly think so. And Harry, you hurt me more than you could ever imagine, leading me on like that! It’s worse than saying no, so next time, never tell someone you love them when you clearly don’t mean it. It could really damage a person. But you know, I guess it’s my fault, too. I always put myself in this position– a position where I find myself trusting someone completely, only to be let down. It’s happened all my life! I guess I just don’t deserve friends, but you know what? I don’t care. So if you’d kindly unlock this bleeding door I’ll be on my way.”
Hermione looked uncomfortably at Harry, and edged towards the door.
“No.” he said forcefully.
“I said no Hermione.”
“Harry! We can’t just keep her locked in here!”
“I have to know what’s going on!”
“She’ll tell us when she’s ready!”
“Do you think she’ll ever be ready?” spoke Ron.
“Who knows,” said Harry. “That’s why she’s in here.”
“AHEM. I love how you’re talking about me like I’m not present! Fuck you all, Hermione, let me out or I will curse you into oblivion!”
Hermione gave Harry a frightened look. He just narrowed his eyes at Ginny and said, “whatever is bothering you, we can help.”
“No you can’t.” said Ginny as she crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently.
“Yes we can!” Harry argued back childishly.
“No you can’t, because I came to you once before, or don’t you remember?”
Harry gave Ron a confused look, and Ron just shrugged his shoulders.
“What are you talking about, Gin?” asked Hermione softly.
“You didn’t believe me.” she said simply. “Now let me out.”
Hermione sighed, and recognized defeat. “Harry I’m unlocking the door whether you like it or not.”