Something Ugly This Way Comes

A/N: This fic is based on the David Usher song. “Black, Black Heart.” I don’t own the rights to the song, or the characters used here; I just like to play around with them. It’s all for fun and fun alone. I don’t usually include the lyrics to my songfics in my stories verse by verse; I like to weave the lyrics into parts of the story itself. But I’m making an exception here because I don’t know how popular this song was when it first came out. So, before I get into the fic, here ya go:

Black, Black Heart
By David Usher

Something ugly this way comes
Though my fingers sliding inside
All these blessings, all these burns
I'm godless underneath your cover
Search for pleasure, search for pain
In this world now I am undying
I unfurl my flag, my nation helpless

Chorus:
Black, black heart
Why would you offer more
Why would you make it easier for me?
To satisfy
I'm on fire
I'm rotting to the core
I'm eating all your kings and queens, all your sex and your diamonds

As I begin to lose my grip
On these realities you're sending
Taste your mind and taste your sex
I'm naked underneath your cover
Covers lie and we will bend and borrow with the coming tide
The tide will take, the sea will rise and time will rape

Chorus x 2

All your sex and your diamonds x4


Harry finds her all alone in the Gryffindor common room just sitting and staring blankly at the crackling fire in the fireplace. He stops in his tracks for a moment and stares at her before completely approaching her and making his presence known.

He still thinks that she’s beautiful, he can’t help it. He mentally kicks himself for letting go, but knew that it was all for the best-he had to protect her. The Dark Lord had used her once to get to him and he had no reason to believe that he wouldn’t attempt it again.

As he takes a few silent steps closer, Ginny still doesn’t seem to be aware of him yet but he is suddenly aware of the fact that she’s crying. He’s at just the right angle that he needs to be in to see the warm glow of the fire play across her face, making her tears glisten like little diamonds.

He isn’t selfish enough to believe that she is crying over him but still entertains the notion because the emptiness that he felt when he let her down made him want to cry, too. But he had fought back the tears because he had to be strong, that had been a running theme in his life since he had come to Hogwarts 5 years ago.

Be strong, save your friends, save your loved ones, save them all… he’s thinking to himself as he’s watching Ginny brush the palm of her hand over her cheek. But he had failed to be strong a few nights ago when Snape had so mercilessly killed Dumbledore. He should have freed himself from the body bind curse that Dumbledore had placed on him, but he had been too stunned at the scene before him to react.

He comes closer still and he makes the mistake of scuffling his foot on the stone floor, the sound almost reverberating off of the walls and grabbing Ginny’s attention as she whips her head around to look at him, surprised to see him.

“Harry,” she sputters in between sniffles. “How long have you been there?”

He ignores her question, not wanting to tell her that he had been watching her. He merely says that he was trying to be quiet because she looked like she wanted to be alone.

“No,” she says, patting a vacant spot beside her on the couch. He reluctantly takes it because it just dawns on him that he doesn’t think that he can sit next to her and talk to her without wanting to hold her and kiss her tears away. He wants to assure her that he is there no matter what happens and she, as well as those she loves, is safe, he promises.

He inches as closely as he can to the edge end of the couch, leaning uncomfortably on its arm and looking at her, waiting for her to speak again. He intentionally refrains from asking her the reason for her tears because he thinks that he doesn’t have the right to her anything anymore. He gave up any and all rights to her only moments ago.

“I just want you to know something,” she says finally, raising an eyebrow at him in confusion and then changing her expression to what Harry can only decipher as her being stern and straight-forward. “I meant what I told you. I don’t care if You Know Who finds out about us, I don’t care what he does…I want to be with you…you are all I have ever wanted, Harry, and now that I finally have you, I don’t want to let you go.”

At her words, he realizes that must she have indeed been crying after him. He wants nothing more than to take her back, but he can’t. He sincerely believes that he will be endangering her life and he refuses to do that.

“And I meant what I told you when I said that I do care,” he says softly, easing from the arm of the couch a little bit, inching towards her. “I don’t want to go to your funeral.”

“Who says that you will?” Ginny says without hesitation. “I get so sick of being treated like a child because I am on year younger than Hermione, Ron and you! I’m just as powerful and just as brave! I fought with you down in the Department of Mysteries, didn’t I?” she asks heatedly, giving him a pointed look.

He nods and wants to try and explain to her that age has nothing to do with it; neither does the amount of power or bravery. It’s a principle of not wanting to risk her life because he cares too much for her; it’s a matter of keeping her safe.

“You don’t understand,” he says finally, but she cuts him off.

“No, Harry,” she says, her face as red as her hair, her anger rising. “you don’t-“

A sudden urge overtakes him as a monster inside him rears its ugly head. He doesn’t want to have this fight with her, but he senses that she is insistent upon it. He sadly begins to think that whatever he could say to her will do no good for she will never understand his reasoning for leaving her.

Letting this newborn monster do the talking for him, he lunges towards her, taking her wrists in his hands and gripping on tightly, staring her right in the eye with all the intensity that he feels, desperately wanting to make her understand why he has done what he’s done and why he has to continue on without her.

“No! It is YOU that does not understand, Ginny! I wish you would get it into that pretty little head of yours that I’m doing it to protect you! I did it to protect you! No matter how much it kills me inside, I had to do it because I love you! Don’t you understand that?” He barks, shaking her. Her big blue eyes are staring back into his green ones with fear swirling around in them; she doesn’t know how to react for she has never seen this side of him before. In his anger, in his frustration, he doesn’t seem to notice it. If he does, he simply does not care. “I love you! I always have!”

Before she can even reply, he fiercely sends his lips crashing down onto hers, ignoring her muffled gargles of what could easily be construed as protest. There is no way that he is going to let up, no way that he is going to take his mouth off of hers because he is desperate to make her see.

It has suddenly become an obsession, a force driving his determination until he makes her understand that he had to break up with her, he doesn’t care what he has to do to make his point. Ginny frees herself from Harry’s grasp and instinctually puts her hands up in front of her, resting them on his chest as though she is making a half-hearted effort to push him away.

Harry chuckles inwardly to himself as he thinks about the rest of Ginny’s body betraying what she is trying to convey with her hands. He has been here before, he knows what she wants. Bringing himself closer to her, he arches his body against her in such a way so that she has no option but to lie back on the couch as he settles himself on top of her.

He’s suddenly aware of his need for her and vaguely wonders if she can feel him against her leg.

“Harry…Harry, please…” she manages in between kisses and this only spurs him on for if she is trying to make him stop, it doesn’t sound very convincing.

No, she has to understand. I have to make her see…

He deepens the kiss, exploring her mouth with his tongue and wasting no time in going in straight for the kill. He reaches up under her school skirt and finds the waistband of her panties and forces his hand down inside them, feeling the heat emit from her center. He lets out a groan and can feel the blood racing to his groin, making his pants a little uncomfortable.

“Is this what you want?” he whispers in her ear as she squirms under him. He uses the tips of his fingers to feel the soft patch of hair on her center and although he is lost in the moment and not really giving attention to anything around them, he swears that he hears Ginny make a small noise in the back of her throat and inhale sharply as though she’s anticipating his next move. “You want to feel lost, like you don’t have a choice,” he mutters as he makes a trail down her jaw line and places a few random kisses on her neck. “You want to feel hopeless as you watch your loved ones die?” He kisses her chin and now places his whole hand over her center, his fingers just outside of her opening.

“Harry,” Ginny croaks.

“You want to know what it feels like to know that you have to go on alone because that’s the only way that you can protect your friends|?”

“Harry, please-“Ginny almost sounds like she’s pleading with him now. “I-“

He doesn’t know what she’s going to say, he doesn’t care. He sends his mouth crashing down onto hers once more, muffling her and exploring her mouth with his tongue. She doesn’t respond at first, but she slowly comes around and begins to massage his tongue with hers.

Harry moans into her mouth, loving the sensation that overtakes him when she’s returning his kisses, despite the unwilling feeling that he’s getting from her.

She has to see, she has to know, she has to understand…

He abruptly enters a finger inside of her and thinks that he may explode as he becomes more aroused from her wetness. She feels so soft, so velvety on the inside and he can only imagine what having his manhood inside her would feel like. It’s all he can do to restrain himself from having sex with her right there on the couch.

“Ginny,” he gasps in between kisses, “oh, Merlin, you…”

He begins working his index finger in and out of her and can feel her getting wetter with his minstrations. Ginny’s body stiffens under his and there’s some résistance on her part when he goes to thrust his fingers inside of her again this time.

“Harry, stop,” she groans, as she places her hands on his shoulders. “This isn’t-“

He shakes his head adamantly, not wanting to hear her protests. He refuses to let up until he makes his point and makes her understand. Once more, his mouth finds its way to hers and he’s kissing her as though he may never kiss her again. His face is pressed so closely against hers that he thinks he can feel a stream of tears coming down one of her cheeks.

This is for her own good,Harry thinks as he forces his fingers past her barrier and is now deeper inside of her than he was before. She has to understand…

Ginny’s tears don’t seem to let up as he continues to kiss her and begins working his fingers in and out of her with a little more force this time. He’s determined to bring her to fruition, no matter what the cost may be.

It isn’t long before Ginny finally gives in and her determination to push him away has clearly left her. She’s returning his deep kisses and bucking her hips against his hand as she’s moaning into his mouth. He can feel the pressure building up within her and knows that with just a few more thrusts, she will shudder around his fingers.

He slowly removes one finger from her and chuckles to himself when Ginny whimpers in the back of her throat. When she least expects it, he thrusts his hand to her opening once more, this time using two fingers.

That is when he feels it. That is the point when Ginny breaks their kiss, slams her head back onto the arm of the couch and moans his name as she releases herself around his fingers.

“Harry, Harry, oh god, Harry…” she murmurs.

The sound of his name on her lips in the heat of passion and the sensation of her climax does him in and he thrusts his whole body forward as he comes to his own end, breathing her name and swearing at the same time.

For a few moments, they lie there together, letting their breathing return to normal. Harry is sure to be gentle with Ginny as he takes his hand away from her. He’s still getting his breath back when he asks, “Now do you see? Now do you understand? He’s used you once to get to me and I’ll be damned if I let it happen again! I told you this already!”

He locks his emerald green eyes on her soft blue ones, searching them out for some sort of reaction, some sort of reply. Anything. He just needs to know that he has made his point.

Ginny says nothing to him, she only draws him close as his head collapses onto her shoulder and he begins to sob uncontrollably. She wants to push him away, to yell at him for violating her body and betraying her trust as he has.

There is no doubt in her mind that there was love behind what he did, but the force that seemed to be driving him was ugly. After hesitating for a moment, fighting to keep her voice at a calm and collected level, she speaks:

“I don’t care,” her voice is just above a whisper. “I told you this already. I’m here with you no matter what. Whether you’re searching for pain or pleasure, I’m here.”

He begins to cry harder and she is unsure why he is even crying in the first place. Maybe his past has finally caught up with him, maybe the deaths of his parents, Cedric Diggory, Sirius Black and now Dumbledore have finally become too much for him to handle.

“Ginny, I’m sorry,” he mutters as he pulls himself off of her. He gets to his feet and goes to stand closer to the fireplace. Unable to look at her in his shame, he rests his forehead on the edge of the mantel.

“For what?” she asks softly as she goes to stand beside him, and turning his face to her, forcing him to look at her. “For what just happened?”

Harry doesn’t respond right away, he doesn’t have to. Ginny can see his answer in his eyes.

“Harry, don’t be sorry,” she says gently, now feeling guilty for being angry at him for violating her. She now stands behind him and places her hands on his shoulders, resting her head on his back, trying to comfort and calm him as he’s fighting to control the sobs that are wracking his frame.

“It just feels helpless…I feel helpless sometimes, you know?” he says finally, his voice still shaking. Ginny can feel his shaking lessen bit by bit and knows without having to look at his face that the tears have finally stopped. “And if I feel helpless, then what will become of the Wizarding World? He can’t win, Ginny…”

She kisses a random place on his back and Harry feels chills shoot through his being once more. He’ll never hold her in his arms again, he’ll never kiss her again, and he’ll never smell the scent of her perfume on his clothes again...

“He won’t, Harry,” she says quietly. “You’ll see us through, I know it. You’ve gotten us this far.”

Harry raises his head at her words and silently wishes that he could always see himself as Ginny sees him. To always feel confident, to always have hope.