RP: Restless waking
Date: 5 September 2005
Character(s): Ginny Weasley, George Weasley
Location: George's flat
Status: Private
Summary: Waking badly
Completion: Complete
She tossed, curling the comforter around her tighter in her sleep, her hand splayed on the mattress beside her head where it had fallen from the pillow and George's big T-shirt twisted around her body, pulling up away from the waistband of her shorts just the smallest bit.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are..." He teased, his voice deep and thick with anticipation, his robes brushing softly against her leg as he crept alongside her hiding spot and before she could react, he swiveled on his heal, his wand against her throat. Ginny shuddered as he pushed her against the wall, his foul breath making her sick to her stomach as he pawed at her robes. Her wand clattered to the floor as he crushed her wrist in his hand, slamming it against the wall until her hand opened, his rough lips suddenly on hers, insistent and brutal. His free hand roughly clasped her chin, pressing his thumb in the corner of her mouth to force her mouth open beneath his lips.
Twitching hard, Ginny rolled over, pressing her forehead into George's sleeping side without waking and curled into a tighter ball.
“I can hear you breathing. What’s your name, little witch? Tell me your name, kitten, and I promise I won’t hurt you… too much.” Deep, thick laughter rang in her ears and Ginny flattened herself against the wall behind the potions cabinet, heart thundering traitorously in her chest as she felt blindly for the healing potions, fingers dancing over broken glass until finally, they stroked across unblemished glass.
Her hand danced over her nose, as if shooing something away but her body was simply reacting unconsciously to the memory.
Blinking, she couldn't duck fast enough and in the next second, the sick crunching sound preceded the explosion of pain when his big, meaty fist connected with her jaw. Ginny could feel something dropping to her tongue and, through the blinding agony that was her mouth, she had a split second to realize what she was feeling was her own teeth before his arm arched back into the shadows of her vision and she was stabbing her wand upwards with all her strength, forcing her mouth to form the words that exploded off her lips in a flurry of blood, broken teeth and spit. “Avada Kedavra!”
"No." She whimpered, shaking in her sleep, inadvertantly pushing at her sleeping brother's side with one hand as her body twisted around.
"Oh, I won’t let you die, little witch. They’ll keep your body alive and I’ll have all of eternity to unravel your mind. You’re mine, all mine, little witch. Just need more time… and you’ll just be too tired to fight me, Ginny."
"No… no, no, no, no, I’ve got to… I can… I need to make her… oh sweet Merlin, please let her hear me… I’m here! I’m… I’m right… right bloody here… don’t… no… don’t walk… away…"
"Fred!" Ginny bolted awake, clutching the comforter to her chest with one hand and cradling her head with the other.
Character(s): Ginny Weasley, George Weasley
Location: George's flat
Status: Private
Summary: Waking badly
Completion: Complete
She tossed, curling the comforter around her tighter in her sleep, her hand splayed on the mattress beside her head where it had fallen from the pillow and George's big T-shirt twisted around her body, pulling up away from the waistband of her shorts just the smallest bit.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are..." He teased, his voice deep and thick with anticipation, his robes brushing softly against her leg as he crept alongside her hiding spot and before she could react, he swiveled on his heal, his wand against her throat. Ginny shuddered as he pushed her against the wall, his foul breath making her sick to her stomach as he pawed at her robes. Her wand clattered to the floor as he crushed her wrist in his hand, slamming it against the wall until her hand opened, his rough lips suddenly on hers, insistent and brutal. His free hand roughly clasped her chin, pressing his thumb in the corner of her mouth to force her mouth open beneath his lips.
Twitching hard, Ginny rolled over, pressing her forehead into George's sleeping side without waking and curled into a tighter ball.
“I can hear you breathing. What’s your name, little witch? Tell me your name, kitten, and I promise I won’t hurt you… too much.” Deep, thick laughter rang in her ears and Ginny flattened herself against the wall behind the potions cabinet, heart thundering traitorously in her chest as she felt blindly for the healing potions, fingers dancing over broken glass until finally, they stroked across unblemished glass.
Her hand danced over her nose, as if shooing something away but her body was simply reacting unconsciously to the memory.
Blinking, she couldn't duck fast enough and in the next second, the sick crunching sound preceded the explosion of pain when his big, meaty fist connected with her jaw. Ginny could feel something dropping to her tongue and, through the blinding agony that was her mouth, she had a split second to realize what she was feeling was her own teeth before his arm arched back into the shadows of her vision and she was stabbing her wand upwards with all her strength, forcing her mouth to form the words that exploded off her lips in a flurry of blood, broken teeth and spit. “Avada Kedavra!”
"No." She whimpered, shaking in her sleep, inadvertantly pushing at her sleeping brother's side with one hand as her body twisted around.
"Oh, I won’t let you die, little witch. They’ll keep your body alive and I’ll have all of eternity to unravel your mind. You’re mine, all mine, little witch. Just need more time… and you’ll just be too tired to fight me, Ginny."
"No… no, no, no, no, I’ve got to… I can… I need to make her… oh sweet Merlin, please let her hear me… I’m here! I’m… I’m right… right bloody here… don’t… no… don’t walk… away…"
"Fred!" Ginny bolted awake, clutching the comforter to her chest with one hand and cradling her head with the other.