Curiosity Can Hurt

Curiosity Can Hurt

"Weasley," I said, trying my best to have a soft voice, but I could tell it still frightened her since her shoulders seemed to tense up. She froze in the doorway. It was dark and we were alone. Ginevra Weasley and I were alone in the Potions dungeon late at night. She slowly turned around and she looked enchanting. I couldn't believe it. A Malfoy is supposed to despise Weasley's, not think they're the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

This feeling was different than anything I'd ever felt before. Though I'd never admitted to having feeling, things could still hurt me. But this feeling was magnificent. Not evil, not hurtful, but beautiful. I wanted to hold the youngest Weasley with all my might, never let go, and protect her. I wanted her to be with me. I never felt this way about a girl before, usually all I wanted was to sleep with them. But with her, it unexplainable. Was this feeling possibly love?

'Get it together, Draco' I thought to myself. 'You are not in love with Ginevra Weasley. You can't love anybody but yourself.' There must've been something in the pumpkin juice at dinner because suddenly, all I wanted to do was sweep Gin-. Err, Weasley off her feet and do ungodly things to her. I shook my head, trying to get the image of Weasley and I having sex. 'Think of Potter in a bikini, no not good enough. Snape in a pink and black Speedo. Ah, ew, bad mental image.'

He frowned; completely forgetting Weaslette was there.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" I heard her ask me. I could hear fear in her voice and it made me feel superior. It was amazing how I could love her and still want her to feel like I was better than her.

Ignoring the fact that she was a Weasley, I took a step closer to her. Her mouth was slightly parted and her lips were tempting. I wanted to taste her. No, I wanted to touch her. Feel her beautiful tanned skin.

I remembered when I first saw her. I was a young boy, only twelve on my first day of my second year. I had seen her walking with her brother and Pothead and the Mudblood. She hadn't matured or even started for that matter. But now, she was breathtaking. My eyes traveled up and down her body. She certainly grew over the past year. Her chest, which had been flat a few months ago had filled out, her gorgeous face that had been plastered with freckles and pale was now tanned and beautiful. Her eyes, oh her eyes. They were in one word: amazing. She had grown up nicely in only three months.

We were awfully close now. I could feel the heat radiating off her body. I wasn't expecting what she was about to do. Usually I had all the girls down at my knees, captivated by me.

She took a step away from me so her back was completely pressed back against the door. Even though she looked scared and ready to cry at any moment, the way she spoke made me shiver.

"I have to go now," she whispered in a fierce voice. She put her hand on the doorknob and started to turn it when I grabbed her hand tightly and made her look at me.

"Nobody walks out on a Malfoy," I growled. The look in her eyes made me want to fall to my knees. I tried to keep my face straight, not wanting her to see. But unfortunately, she saw straight through me.

"Well, apparently," she started, she didn't look scared anymore, quite the opposite really, "I do."

She tried to get away again, but I only grabbed her hand tighter. She was trying to pull my hand out from underneath mine. It was obviously taking a lot of her energy as I saw her face heating up. Then she looked up at me.

"Fine," she whispered while she glared at me. "What do you want from me?"

"I want you to tell me why you're down here," I told her. She looked at me terrorized at my statement. If you look at it, it's not that big of a deal, but when I saw her walk in here only fifteen minutes earlier, her eyes were red and puffy like she'd just been crying, her hair was mess, and really, she looked like shit. I'd wanted to know, but she was hard to break. So now, she was going to tell me before she left.

"Wea- er - I mean, Ginny," I corrected myself, if I was going to get anything out of her; I had to be as nice to as I could, "I want to know what's wrong."

She took a deep breath before saying, "Fine. It was just after dinner..."

~*~

Ginny's POV

I had just finished dinner and I was walking down the hallways after leaving the Great Hall when I heard something behind one of the doors a few feet away from me. I looked at it curiously, but then shrugged and kept on walking. But then I heard it again.

I walked toward the door when another bang hit against the door. I jumped back and waited for a few minutes. Then I hesitantly walked back up to the door and opened it. The sight before me stunned me.

There was Luna Lovegood, one of my best friends, lying one the floor with a bandana tied around her mouth stark naked, crying her eyes out, and on top of her was some boy I didn't know. They both looked up at me as soon as they'd heard the door clicking shut. My mouth was trembling, and I was in total shock. That bastard. How dare he hurt Luna! I rushed over to them and threw him off of her and stunned him quickly. I tried to get her up, but she was like ice and hurt from the binding over her body to get up.

"Come on, Luna," I said. "Hurry, before the hex wares off!" But she was like in a daze, just staring at the ceiling with tears pouring down her cheeks. I turned around to see if he was moving yet, and he was already standing and coming toward me. I tried to get Luna up, feeling tears falling down my own cheeks. I looked up once more to see the boy standing right in front of me. He was breathing hard and he grabbed my wrists, kicking Luna over to the wall. I backed up, but he pushed me up against the wall.

"You won't get away with this," I whimpered, "I swear you won't get away. Someone will find out what you did. I will tell somebody."

"You see what I did to Loony Lovegood over there?" he hissed. I nodded. "Yeah, she'll forget by the time she regains consciousness. And I will make you forget by doing the same to you."

My eyes widened in horror, and tears prickled at the edges. I swallowed and then fell to the floor once his body came onto mine. I screamed for anybody to help, and then he covered my mouth with a rope, gagging me. Then he pinned me down to the floor to stop me from hitting him. He took out a knife.

Oh God, please, just let me die. The pain was too much as I felt him cutting my clothes off, the tip of the knife cutting a thin line down my torso. As soon as he had my clothes off, he stared at my naked body, a hungry look all over his face. I wanted to scream. I didn't want him looking at me like that, the disgusting pervert.

I felt his hands all over my body. His fingers burned my skin and wanted him to rot in hell. I squirmed to try to get out of his touch, but he only struck my across my face. I would cry out, but it would only make him smirk and continue what he was doing.

Then he lowered his head and I could feel his rough tongue licking all over my body. I closed my eyes as I wished that all this would only be a horrible dream that I would wake out of. But in dreams nothing can hurt you, and he was hurting me.

His tongue licked between my legs and he held onto my sides as he continued. I let out gasps and tears streamed down my face. I never in a million years thought this would happen to me. I never in a million years thought that I would feel this kind of pain. Things like this don't happen to girls like me, I thought. Boys don't rape girls like me. It just doesn't happen.

So then why was it happening, I wondered?

By the time it was over, I was numb, oblivious to everything around me, who was around me. I couldn't feel anything. It was like I was unconscious, but awake. All I could do was cry and look up at the ceiling. Then I heard a voice, a loud obnoxious voice. I wanted more than anything to tell that voice to shut up and go away, but I couldn't speak. I opened my mouth and tried to talk, but all I was doing was moving my lips, feeling something ripping at the corners of my mouth, no sound coming out.

"Tell anybody about this, Weasley," that voice was dark and cold, "and it'll be worse the next time." And then I heard a door open and slam, echoing in my ear.

I don't know how long I had lain there on the cold floor looking up at the ceiling. What was happening? That was all I could think. I had no idea of what just happened, all I remember is pain. I tried my best to sit up to see where I was, but I took a great amount of my strength. When I was sitting I looked down at myself, and saw a line of blood dripping down my torso, and I was naked. Gasping, I reached over and pulled over my rags for clothes. They'd been in perfectly good shape before, but what happened? The cutting edges were jagged and looked like they'd been ripped, but then I saw a knife in the corner of the empty room and knew whoever had been in here before had cut my clothes off.

Something was bothering me in my mouth, and the pain it caused was almost unbearable. I put my hand to my mouth and felt something rough and wet tied around my mouth. I tried desperately to untied it, but my hands weren't working properly, too shaky and weak. I sighed, and gave up on it. Then I found my wand a few feet over and I crawled over to it, taking in a deep breath with every move I made.

Finally, after what seemed like I'd run five miles, I reached my wand and held it up, falling to my back. I breathed hard, and point the wand to my mouth. I tried to say a spell, and it worked well, considering that the rope only loosened a little so I could pull it off from my head. It was hard to even lift my arms off of the ground.

"Re-Re-Reparo," I croaked, pointing my wand toward my clothes. Soon, my clothes were the way the were before the mysterious guy had cut them apart. It took me twenty minutes just to get my clothes on. With every move I made, I inhaled with pain and bit my lip to stop myself from crying. But that pain wasn't anything to trying to stand up.

I crawled over to the wall, and put my hand on one of the crates staked up against the wall. With one hand on the crates and the other pressed against the wall, I bent my legs up, and tried to stand. I couldn't picture any other kind of pain. The killing curse didn't even look like it hurt much more than this. Nothing I could think of measured up to what I was feeling right now.

Then, feeling as if I'd done a million squat thrusts, I was standing. I took in a deep breath, and took my shaking hand off the crates, and my other hand off the wall. I felt my knees wanting to fall, but I stood straight and closed my eyes, breathing deeply, focusing everything on trying to get out of here. So when I turned around, I focused on the door, but then another tanned lump against the wall caught my eye. I sighed and realized it would be a while before I got out of here.

I put my left leg out, and lightly set it the floor. Even that slightest contact sent a rush soaring everywhere in my body. I closed my eyes tightly and tried again with my other leg. Once I was standing in a different spot, I moved a little too fast and fell to the floor.

Oh my God, I thought. I felt tears falling down my cheeks and neck. I felt like I was crushed underneath a sumo wrestler. I wanted it to be over. I wanted this to all be just a horrible nightmare that I would wake up from anytime soon. I wanted to let this pain be over and die so I couldn't feel it anymore.

~*~

Draco's POV

That was when she stopped talking. She had tears in her eyes, but she wasn't crying. I'm guessing she didn't want to cry with me there. I took a step back from her, and expected her to open the door and leave.

"Well?" I asked when she didn't leave. "What are you waiting for?"

She looked at me like I had antlers growing out of my chest. "Wha-what do you mi-mean?" She still wasn't crying, but in a second, I could tell she would start. Her chin was trembling, and her eyes were growing glassier by the second.

"If you want to leave, you can." I said, but I didn't want her to go. I wanted to hold her and say it was all right. But it wasn't all right, for her, she'd be scarred with that feeling she'd had for life. "I'm not going to stop you."

Then she did something I never would've expected her to do. She ran over to me and threw her arms around my neck, sobbing on my shoulder. My eyes widened, and I felt completely stiff. Still I held her and let her cry all she wanted to.

I thought of all the things I could say to make her feel better, but I knew nothing I said would help her. So I let her cry it out. I rubbed her back and held her tightly, as if I was afraid if I let go of her she was fall and I would never be able to see her again.

I don't know how long we stood there, but I didn't care. The only sounds I heard were her sobs and the sound of my hand rubbing against her back. Then, she looked up at me, and no matter how shitty she looked; she still looked as gorgeous as ever. Our eyes were locked, and I couldn't think of one thing to say.

Her hand touched my cheek and my heart skipped a few beets. I didn't want her to see what she was making me feel, but it didn't work. I couldn't help it. She was caressing my cheek when she whispered, "Thank you, Mal -. I mean, Draco. Thank you. I didn't think I'd be able to tell anybody. You've helped me. Thank you."

She hugged me again and we stood there. Just hugging. We didn't speak a word. We didn't cry. We just stood there in each other's arm. I hoped this would help her fell better. I hoped that she would one day get over this. I hoped she would be okay.

"Draco?" a little voice asked me. I opened my eyes to see Ginny standing there, no more tears on her face, but a look of embarrassment.

"Ginny?" I replied. She didn't say anything for a while. We just looked at each other in silence. Occasionally, she would take one arm from away my neck and touch her swollen lips, and I would rake my hand through my hair, always leaving at least one hand on her waist. I don't know what it was; I just wouldn't let go of her.

"I should probably go." she told me, and a feeling of disappointment soared through my body. But I couldn't tell her that she couldn't go. So I nodded.

"Yeah. You probably should," I whispered, and took my hands off her. Then she took her arms off from around my neck and I suddenly felt cold without her touch.

She turned around and started walking toward the door. But when she was right at the door, she turned around and asked, "Draco?"

I looked up at her and raised my eyebrows as if saying, "Yeah?"

She walked back up to me and hugged me quickly. I closed my eyes and took in each second that she was touching me. It ended all to soon as I felt her pull away. I opened my eyes and watched her walk away for a second time.

"See you around, Draco," she told me as she left.

There was a second before she closed the door, and in between those seconds, I said, "I love you, Ginevra Weasley." I don't think she heard me, but if she did, she made no point in making it noticeable.

I guess it is true. Curiosity may not always seem harmless, but other times it can hurt you badly. In the case of Ginevra Weasley, I think it may have killed her heart. But she's still living, thank God for that, but in a way, she's dead.