Not What You Think

A/N: I know that I left off in the middle of my scene in the last chapter and for that I apologize to all of you. It will never happen again. Especially because this is the last chapter of this story. Erin

Chapter 10: This too shall pass...

I woke up in my own room. I must've gotton back rather late (Early?) because I simply went to sleep in my clothes. Something that I happen to hate doing. I wake up feeling stuffy.

I get up and walk to the bathroom I made in my room. That whole sharing with tons of other people thing, yeah.. no. I take my cold shower. I place my pendant around my neck. While brushing my teeth I see it. I have a fucking hicky!

I am going to kill Hermione. I wave my hand at it. It doesn't dissapear. She must've hexed it to stay. I get my wand and mutter a counter to the hex that I'm sure she used.

It dissapears. And I laugh. Why would she hex a hicky to stay on my neck? Freaking screwball. I dress myself in baggy black sweatpants,a big black tee-shirt and black and white converse sneakers. I throw my hair up into a loose ponytail, with a pretty black rose barret. I put on my eye liner, but thats it.

Walking down the stairs I pass Fred and Goerge's room. They've got some girls in their room. Mum'll freak if she finds out. I mutter a silencing spell for them and the noises cease to reach mine ears. I sigh a long sigh and continue down the stairs.

As soon as I get to the bottom I smell breakfast. I walk into the kitchen to see my mother herself standing over the stove. Her face has a bit of flower smeared onto it. I giggle a bit and hand her a napkin. She looks at me quizically. I grab the napkin and wipe the flower away myself.

"Oh, thank you dear. Sit, I have pancakes." I sit and she places about four dozen pancakes in front of me. I eat two. She smiles. I smile. I almost feel like a daughter again.

Ron walks in followed by rat bastard. They grab food. Not even bothering to say hello to my mother. I look at them in disgust.Rat bastard smirks at me over his breakfast.My stomach turns over andI get to my feet ans walk out to the yard.I throw my pancakes up in thebushes behind the house.

I go to my tree and climb quickly to the very top once again.Two days. Just forty-eight hours and I'll be at Hogwarts. Everything will be fine in two days.

Its a cloudy day. Rain begins to fall. Ron calls out the back door for me. I jump down out of the tree and land on my feet. He looks at me like I just sprouted six extra legs and became a spider.

I walk past him into the house and cause some lightning outside. He is afraid of lightning. He jumps a bit and quickly walks inside.

I walk to the stairs. Rat bastard is watching me. I walk up them making sure my hips are not moving at all. I hear him get up. I run up to my room as fast as I can. I shut every lock I have on my door. I walk into my bathroon. I lock all of the locks on that room. I walk into the walk-in closet and lock all of those doors. Then I turn and look at the door I created to go outside. I open it and sit out on the wind. Up high I go. Onto the roof.

I lay down on the roof. I let the rain fall onto me. I play with the storm. I write words with the rain. Ginny Weasley loves Hermione Granger sits writtenin the sky for a few seconds.

After a while the storm ends andI begin to dry off. I hear my mother in the house. Apparently they are wondering how my door got locked and why I'm not answering them.

I float down to my door and go into my closet. I unlock the door and walk into my bathroom. I unlock that door and walk into my room. I walk to my door and unlock it.

My mother is no longer standing there. I'm about to call down the staircase when there is a hand covering my mouth. Muting any words of protest that there may be. I'm pushed against my door.

IT has gotton me again. It's nasty coroded tounge is in my mouth. It's hand on my ass. Fuck. Just Fuck. I push him away and he looks at me. Looks at me long and hard then slaps me. I don't even flinch. I pull my arm back and I punch him as hard as I can.

He doesn't flinch either. Pity. I look him in the eye once. Then I walk around him and toward the stairs. He slaps my ass. I flip him off.

Fucking prat. I go and see my mother. I fell asleep mum. I didnt hear you knocking. I charmed those locks on. I like privacy. Just the other day Ron walked in while I was changing.

Problem solved. I walk back up to my bedroom and I actually go to sleep. I'm dead tired. Too much practicing during the storm. I sleep for hours.

When I wake it is five in the morning. Tomorrow we get on the Hogwarts express. I spend this day acting dull. Alive, but not living. I feel streched in too many directions.

I help my mum cook dinner and I daydream about Hermione. I got up to my room again. I grab my trunk and I look around the room I have lived in for sixteen years.

I pack all of my books in the bottom of the trunk. Then I pack my clothes. Then I pack all of my quills, parchments, bottles of ink, and potions ingredients. I go and grab the silky bag that is tucked under my bed. I look in it once, making sure all of my porn is there. And it is.

I pack that in the side. I take my toothbrushes, hair brushes, razor, boxcutter, lighter, makeup and perfumes. And I'm done. Wait, cant forget my stuffed unicorn. Once Timmy the unicorn is tucked safely in my trunk I shut it.

I go to my bed and sleep again.

"Ginny, get up. Ginny" knock knock. "Ginny! You're going to be late." I am not going to be late. My mother doesn't know that though. I happen to be getting dressed, I've already showered and brushed my teeth twice.

I drag my trunk behind me and open the door. My mum is quite shocked to see me ready to leave. I've been up since six. I walk down the stairs after mum.

Everyone is ready. We get into the car. The drive is short. We get to the platform. I see Hermione, but no one else does. She smiles to me and walks through the barrier.

I saygoodbye to my mother ans father and walk casually throught the barrier. Hermione is right behind it waiting for me. She grabs my hand and pulls me to theback compartment.

I store my trunk. Hermione stores her's. She kisses me and tells me that she missed me. I hold her and tell her I missed her too. I sit down and pull her into my lap.

She grinds against me and I gasp. It's only been two days since we last had sex. But for some reason I want her really badly. I reach my lips up to her cheek. I move to her neck and her ear. She smells so good and feels so good...

Then she is getting up. And I am looking at her like she is crazy. That was nice, why'd you ruin it, kinda look. "I have Head Girl duties love. It'll be an hour before I'm back."

I pout. She smiles an apology. I make a 'fine go then' noise. She kisses me sweet and leaves. And now I'm bored.

I stand and reach for my trunk. I hear the compartment door open. I search for a book to read in my trunk. "Did you forget something, love?" I ask.

Hermione doesn't answer. I find the book I'm looking for and I smile in triumph. "Hermione?" I ask. Again she answers not. I turn and drop my book on the floor. My mouth is hanging open.

Why the hell would I forget to lock the compartment door? Why the hell would I stay here by myself? Why didnt I go and find Draco and Moira?

He turns and locks the door. When he turns and looks at me I feel a bit of fear. I try to unlock the door with my mind and find myself unable. I needed to train more.

His eyes are empty. His face is twisted in rage. His hands clench and unclench at his sides. His body seems to grow with every stephe takes toward me. "You fucking piece of shit."

I move backward. I think I know what happens next. I hope I'm wrong. I hope to hell that I am so very wrong. He punches me in the face. I fall backward. "You fucking stupid bitch." He kicks me in the side.

I catch my breath. I slowly get to my feet. He smiles a twisted smile at me. "Why did you go through the trouble of standing up?" He asks. I shiver. "On your knees." he says.

I don't move, can't move. No. I will not, I absolutely will not. He pulls his hand back and slaps me. My head snaps to the side and tears sting at my eyes. But I will not fall.

He grabs me. I struggle. But my powers have abandoned me and I am as helpless as I have ever been. One tear escapes my eye. I go numb. I feel the carpet of the train floor beneath my knees. I move out of my body.

He unzips his pants. I cry. He pulls himslef out of his boxers. I cry. He slaps me. I keep my mouth shut. He yanks on my hair and I call out and hes in my mouth. And I cry.

I can't move. I can't breathe. I can't feel. I can't think. I'm stuck with his cock in my face not able to do a thing about it. And then he is done. I spit. I spit and I gag and I choke and I cry and I spit again.

He zips himself up and looks at me. He seems a bit shocked. I wonder why for a breif moment. Then I feel my pendant. It pulls on my neck. It is standing straight out on its string.

Lioness roars and snake hisses and tha A burns red. I can see. I can feel. I can breathe. I am powerful, I am going to make him pay once and for all. I feel around for it. It fell out of my trunk when I was getting my book.

My left hand grasps my wand. I am going to fucking kill him. I am going to make him pay for... everything. Every little thing that he has ever done to me. And then, no.

I just want him to die. I don't need to watch him suffer. I just want him dead. As dead as he can possibly be. But then I want pain again. I'm so confused.

I stick my wand in his mouth. With all the contempt I posess I spit out the words. With all of my hate I tell him to die. With every bit of me that craves revenge... "Avada"

And His green eyes hold fear. I watch as his life passes before his eyes. For once it is he who cannot move, speak, breathe... anything for fear. And I feel that is enough. His last act was forcing me into oral sex. Now the last thing he will ever do is die with my wand in his mouth.

I'm satisfied. "Kedavra" He falls. A limp form. A shell of a fucked up person. From his beginning to his end he was fucked up. And he tried to take me down with him. I have escaped. He can never hurt me again.

I slide down to the floor next to his body. This poor person. This poor, terrible person who hurt me. Never again...

A/N: I thank you for putting up with me. I thank you for reviewing. I thank all of you. Even those who read and dont review. I can't believe its over. Thank you all.

Erin