Ginny's Secret

Ginny's Secret

Ginny sat, hugging her knees, staring out her window. The moon shone a thin sliver of light that cascaded across her face. As she rocked back and forth on her bed, Ginny wiped her tear-stained cheeks. She had been privately weeping for a month. That was how long it had been since the attack. Attack is such a kind word, Ginny thought to herself. It was rape. Plain and simple. Two more tears raced each other down her cheeks as she recalled that anguishing night. She remembered it all too well.

It had been a long day. And the night was looking like it was going to be much longer. Ginny walked briskly out of Gringott's and into the cool night air. She was in a good mood, just happy to be out on her own for once.

But as Diagon Alley grew in the distance, Ginny's mind began to wander. She sniffed the cool breeze around her, and got lost in her thoughts. Her mind drifting, Ginny soon found herself unaware of where she was going, and turned on to Knockturn Alley.

"Careless," she muttered bitterly, in recollection.

In the back of her mind, Ginny sensed the presence of someone following her, lurking in the shadows. Her pace quickened, and she reached into her cloak, grasping her wand. She turned a corner, and then another, and another. Pretty soon, she was alone and lost in the middle of the dank passages of the Dark Arts.

Ginny stopped to catch her breath, for she had been running quite a while in the wet streets. She leaned against the cold brick building in front of her with one hand, and rubbed her chest with the other.

Just over her gasping, Ginny could make out the light sound of footsteps behind her. She was too tired to move, but tensed as the figure came nearer. Before she could do anything, Ginny felt someone grab her arm and snap her around to face them.

Staring at her was a man. A man she knew. He did nothing. He said nothing. He just looked at her with a peculiar look on his face.

"Oh, it's you," she said, not recognizing the firmness of her voice. "What do you want?"

In an instant, the man took Ginny by the waist, and pressed her up against the wall behind her. He brought his lips close to her cheek, letting his breath burn her clammy skin like fire. Then he whispered softly, "You."

At that, the man surrounded his victim, pressing himself against every inch of her body. Not allowing her to scream, he put a Silencing Charm on her. No one would ever hear them.

In one swift motion, the man ripped off her robes, flinging her wand onto the cobbled path, and ran his hand down Ginny's soft midsection. He went farther down, venturing lower and lower until he reached the hem of her skirt. Not taking his eyes off of her, the man flipped up the cloth and fumbled with his own zipper.

Ginny's heart raced as she felt him inside her. She tried to squirm free, but couldn't beat her intruder's strength. The man could have put the Imperius Curse on her, forcing his will without resistance. But he didn't. He wanted her to struggle; he thrived off of the challenge.

The man let his hands graze her supple skin, let his lips roam her, like he owned her. She sensed his euphoria, his high. His breath quickened against her trembling body. He leaned on her, and Ginny could feel him rise and fall, rise and fall.

As soon as it had begun, it was over. The man pulled away, dropping Ginny to weak knees. She was left open, stripped of all dignity. Beneath her tears, she looked up at her attacker, who's face was so familiar. She searched him for any sign of remorse. But there was none. He was expressionless. His handsome features showed no sense of feeling. But more horrifying, were the man's eyes. They were blank and emotionless. He backed away from her, turned around and walked in the opposite direction, his black cloak rustling in the cold night air.

A few moments later, Ginny choked out her first audible cry.

Ginny shuddered at remembering the whole ordeal. She clutched her stomach. She knew what was growing inside it. He didn't even bother with a Contraception Charm. Ginny hadn't told anyone about the attack, needless to say the fact that she was pregnant. One day, she knew her family had to find out. But not now. If anyone found out what was done to her, and by whom...she couldn't imagine the repercussions. She wanted to forget. She never wanted to see him again. She wanted her baby. It was the only thing to ease her through the pain. It was the only thing in which she could share her secret.

Ginny cuddled in the moonlight, cradling her stomach. In moments, her eyes, raw from tears, fell shut and succumbed to sleep.

The next morning, Ginny heard a soft rap at the door. She didn't get up. Let Ron get it, she thought. But it persisted. She groaned, and stumbled out her bedroom door.

Yawning the sleepiness away, she heard the door open. She quickened her pace, wondering who had let themselves in. Ginny nearly tripped down the stairs when she saw who it was.

It was him. How dare he, she thought angrily. What the Hell was he doing, coming to the Burrow unannounced? And after what he did! Ginny glared at him, and he saw her. But he did nothing. He said nothing.

Ginny couldn't believe it. There he was. Looking back at her was the man who raped her. The father of her child. Ginny's throat tightened as she stared back into his brilliant green eyes.