ALWAYS (Hinny)

Chapter 46 : Memories

He had stepped in the manor.

GINNY! It felt so good to hear his voice again, I felt like screaming.

HARRY!!! HARRY!! I'M IN A CELL! HARRY!! I yelled internally, trying to show him what was happening to me.

I felt his heart sink, and I knew he had understood. Ginny. Where are you?

I felt Crabbe's hands unbuttoning my jeans. I was struggling with all my strengh, but it just wasn't enough.
I DON'T KNOW!

GINNY HOLD ON OKAY?! he was clearly in a state of huge panick and I knew he was in the presence of other Death Eaters.

I heard him yell through the bond. He was angry, worried, nervous, panicked, completely stressed, all because of me. I wanted to cry again when I felt lips on my belly.

"Don't touch me!!!" I yelled, but it was completely useless.

I felt a huge wave of disgust in my stomach, and I was sweating.

"Let go of me!!!" I yelled through my tears.

He ignored me again, and pulled my jeans off. Well, he tried. I was struggling and it took him at least two minutes to just take them down. I was throwing kicks everywhere. I knew at some point I had hit his sensitive place, because he had backed away for a few seconds with a groan full of pain, and then slapped me hard. I heard Harry roar in pure anger and hatred through the bond.

Harry.

Gin! but his voice faded and my mind received pictures. Or more like souvenirs. I felt Harry's hands on me again, and his soft breath was tickling my neck. My brain nearly lost it and I was assaulted by pictures, voices, and feelings that came back to my memory.

Crabbe's shouting about my skin burning him was the last thing I heard distinctly.

"Hey Ginny! Catch me!!" Little Ron Weasley shouted before running up the stairs of the Burrow and lock himself in his room, still holding his sister's teddybear.

"Happy birthday Ginny!" The whole family sang as the little girl blew her five candles.

"Ron! Leave your sister alone!" Shouted a visibly angry Molly Wesley. "Wasn't me mum!! It was Fred and George!" Ron cried as his sister slapped his arm.

"I'm gonna marry him!! I'm gonna marry Harry Potter!" 6 year-old Ginny told her oldest brother, who just smiled at his little sis' determination.

"No, Ginny, I can't let you play. Quidditch is too dangerous for you!" Said a very serious Charlie to his little sister. He never knew how much that had hurt her. She objected, but he didn't care. That night, she had took one of the brooms, and sneaked up outside. There was no way she was the only one not flying. There was no way she was being left out again. Flying was wonderful.

"Mummy when will I go?" The little girl asked her mother, as they watched Percy, Bill and Charlie leave together to go to Hogwarts. "Soon enough, dear. Don't worry."

Ginny sat at her little desk, and watched through the window, wondering what Harry Potter could be doing at this right moment. Was he eating? Sleeping? With friends? With.. a girl? She sighed. He didn't even know she existed. But she didn't care. She vowed to marry him. She would. There was no doubt. Was it?

"Merry Christmas!" Ginny smiled as she opened her last present. In the box, she found her bright red Weasley jumper. She had always loved those jumpers. It was a ritual. And she already had 8 jumpers like that one, all with the same "G" on it.