Trapped Behind the Window

Trapped Behind The Window

I want to take his eyes out,

Just for looking at you,

Yes I do,

And I want to take hands off,

Just for touching you,

Yes I do.

And I want to rip his heart out,

Just for hurting you,

And I want to brake his mind down,

Yes I do,

Yes I do.

- Nickelback, Just For

Chapter 4

Hours later, he was still sitting next to the window, looking out, fighting back a big lump of tears in his throat and assuming the worst. The worst. They had promoted Ginny. He was all on his own now.

Promoted.

What would she have done? What would he have done?

It depends, the small voice said. It depends. If they had jumped upon you with a promotion yesterday.... Yesterday when you were weak and tired, yesterday when you were too exhausted to resist? What would you have done? Would you have agreed or would you have rebelled, knowing that all you could expect was punishment, knowing all that you were going to get were 'special tasks'? Section B for a few weeks, perhaps. Silencing Room. Would you have said no yesterday? Would you have? Would she have?

Harry clutched his knees close to himself. Ginny would not have left him. She would not have done that. Or would she? What would he have done?

He would have said no. Not for his sake. Not because he wanted the punishments. Not because he wanted to be stuck in section B for weeks on end. Not because he really had the strength to rebel. But for her. For her to not be left alone. For them to be together. Bitterly, he remembered their last conversation.

"We won't give up," he had said.

"We'll fight until the day comes," Ginny had replied.

Would she have been honest to her word? Because he knew that he had not fought that day. That he had given up hope. That all he had longed for was sleep. Rest. Calm. Peace. Things that were only offered if you were good. If you obeyed. If you followed the rules. Rules. Rules, rules, rules. But even if he had been weak, if he had given up hope, he would have said no. For her sake. For his sake.

He knew he was lost without her.

But did she know it as well?

~

A noise. Harry blinked. He must have fallen asleep yet again, but this time on the floor, next to the cold window. He noticed a faint glow of light. A clicking noise. The door. It had to be the door. The light vanished again. The door had been closed. He got up silently.

Please... please let it be her... please tell me they have brought her back.

There was definitely someone standing near the door. Harry stayed quiet for a moment, listening. He heard a sniff that cut right into his heart. Ignoring any further precautions he might have in case it was indeed someone else, he quickly made his way over.

"Harry?" a small, terrified voice sounded.

It was her. Thank God. Thank God it was her. Finally he was close enough to see something except the darkness surrounding him. Ginny was standing right there, leant back against the wall, trembling, tears streaming down her face, hair not in the bun she had tied it to this morning but messy as he had never seen it before. He did not know what could have happened, but was just happy that they had not been separated.

"I'm here," he said in a surprisingly shaking voice.

She sobbed and took a small step forward. Harry went over and scooped her up into his arms at once. She hid her face in the curve of his neck, crying silently.

What happened? Why is she in such a state? Tell me what happened... he thought desperately, holding her tight.

She was so light. He could carry her without any effort. Slowly, he set her back on the floor and tried to step back, but she flung her arms around his neck and pulled him close to her.

"Don't go. Don't leave me," she whispered in a horrified voice.

Harry stroked her hair soothingly, but extremely tense again. Something had happened. Of course something had happened. It was in the middle of the night and she had only been brought back now. But what could have put Ginny into such a state? He had never seen her like this before. "What happened?" Harry asked, trying to be as calm as possible - at least on the surface.

~

Ginny sobbed harder. She did not want to talk about it. Her heart seemed to want to tear when she thought about what had happened so many hours back... that morning... so many hours back.

***

He was starting to undress me. His hand was sliding up my robes. He told me to turn around. I did. I was still too scared to do anything else but follow orders. He tore my clothes off brutally. Pushed me against the bookshelves. His looks were so disgusting... so disgusting... I pulled away. He pushed me against the bookshelves again. He looked at me, smirking, sneering.

"Are you not following my orders?" he asked ever so softly, with a manic glint in his greedy eyes.

"I'm sorry, Sir," I sobbed.

I was standing infront of him, shaking, only wearing underwear. Nothing else. He touched my skin. I shivered. Follow the orders. Rule. Follow the orders. You must follow the orders at all times. You will receive most severe punishment if you do not. Do you understand? Do you understand?

Suddenly, he knocked me back onto a sofa. Started nestling with my bra. My hair. Touched my skin. It burnt, even though it was only a simple touch. It hurt, even though he was only stroking my skin. He tried to kiss me.

It was then that I couldn't bear any more.

"Don't touch me. Don't you touch me!" I yelled and rolled off the sofa.

He glared at me for a few seconds, then got up. Faced me. Placed his hands on my hips and pulled me towards him. I tried to pull back. He was stronger. His hands were on me, all over me. I yelled.

"Don't you fucking touch me!"

He let go of me, grinning bemusedly. I stood infront of him, shaking, shaking for it was cold, shaking for I felt ready to murder him, shaking with anger. His mouth twisted into a nasty grin.

"I gave you an order," he said calmly and stepped forward.

I raised my hand and slapped him hard in the face with all the strength I could possibly master. He blinked at me for a second. Surprised. I felt proud. I did not care what the punishment would be.

"That will be the Silencing Room, two-two-one," he said in an icy tone, grabbed me by the hand and dragged me away.

***

"Ginny, what happened?" Harry asked urgently.

"I... I don't want to... don't want to speak about it-" Ginny whispered, still trembling with fear, as if when she spoke it out loud, it would all happen again.

"Gin, what happened? You are not alright, I can see. Something happened. I've - I've been worried sick about you. Have you any idea... any idea what I..." Harry's voice trailed off. "Where have you been? Why are you in such a state?"

He pulled back and tried to look into her eyes, but she avoided his gaze. Ginny turned away, went over to the bed weakly and collapsed onto it, curling up, clutching her knees to herself, eyes full of tears, shaking like a leaf.

He sat down next to her silently and stroked her glowing red hair. Ginny took his hand in hers quickly and held it tight. She could not speak about it. She felt like vomiting.

"You have to-"

"I was sent to the Silencing Room," she said quickly to get it out.

Silence fell upon both of them, giving Ginny time to wonder about how come Harry was up. He looked tired. Very tired. As if he had been up all night. Probably he had been up all night. Worrying about where she was. Where she had been. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her neck again. She shivered. Reminded of what had happened this morning. But this was so different. So different.

"Why?" he whispered into her ear.

Ginny pressed her hands over her mouth and shook her head vehemently. No, she could not talk about it. Even though nothing had happened. She could not talk about it. The pictures kept popping up in her head. She did not want to. Harry caressed her back softly with small circles, then let his hands slip down around her waist. Waiting. Fearing what Ginny would say nearly as much as she did.

"He tried to... tried to... he tried to rape me-" she whispered.

Ginny felt him freeze behind her as more, hot tears started running down her cheeks. He was about to say something but she cut him short.

Out. Everything has to get out of me now. If it is out, I will feel better. Out. If I stop talking now, I will never have the courage to bring it up again.

"I slapped him. He sent me to the Silencing Room."

"Ginny, I-"

"Nothing happened."

"Oh God. Oh God," he said weakly.

Ginny felt relieved. Light. Better. It was out. She still had tears streaming down her face, and the pictures kept popping up in her head all the time. But it was out. Out. Out, out, out. He suddenly hugged her tightly and she could feel his tears mixing with hers. Ginny turned around, crying as well, but smiling.

"Nothing happened," she breathed.

"How could they... how dare they... Ginny, I... what if something had-"

"Nothing happened," she repeated silently.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down with her, sliding under the sheets. He held her tightly. She lifted her face and saw his deep green emerald eyes sparkling with anger and sorrow.

"Nothing happened," she repeated and started searching for his mouth, for his lips, for his taste.

Take me away from all of this. Take me away.

She found them and as she touched his lips she felt them trembling. Ginny ran a finger down his cheek soothingly and cupped his face with her hand.

"Nothing happened," she breathed into his mouth as he pushed his hand into her hair and their kiss gradually became deeper and deeper.