Because We Broke Up

NOTE: This story is not a one-shot...
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Chapter 1

Ginny awoke to a strange noise outside her cabin window. She knew the sound of the woods. She had spent every summer here with her family since the age of two.

This sound was different. A body.

She didn’t quite believe what she should have. She knew she had neighbors about a mile from her cabin. She thought maybe one of them needed something and she was the closest person to ask for it.

She stared at the blinding light of her alarm clock. It was flashing 12:00. She had no idea what time it was. But she knew someone was on her property.

Ginny sat up in her bed. She had been suffering from insomnia after she broke up with her boyfriend, Dean Thomas. She knew she wouldn’t be able to get back to sleep anyway. Throwing on her robe she turned on her bedroom light, snatched her wand from the side table and walked to the front door.

“Hello?” she called. Nobody answered.

“Hello? I’m awake.” she called again. “Is anyone out there?”

Once again, nobody answered.

She closed the door and walked to her couch. Turning the light on she pulled out her book. Not once, had she considered locking the cabin door. Not once had she thought she would be in danger.

It really took no time at all. As soon as she found her place and began to read she heard a knock on the door. Standing with a sigh she placed her book on the side table and went to answer it. Who she saw there stunned her to the core. She slammed the door shut. This could not be happening, this could not be happening, she chanted. There was that knock again. Ginny tried to block it from her mind.

How had he known where to find her? Had he followed her here? They had only broken up a week ago. What could he possibly want? Had he gotten over his anger?

Ginny realized that she was being paranoid and opened the door a crack. “What do you want Dean?” she asked.

“You.” he answered. He pushed his way in by brute force and she backed up. Ginny stared at his face. She saw the pain and the anger there. She never wanted him to be angry with her. His anger was what lead her to break up with him.

“What are you doing here?” She tried again. She took slow steps moving backward hoping to put distance between herself and her nightmare. Unfortunately, every step she discreetly took, he matched. She was backed into a wall in no time.

He stood before her.

“I told you. You never listen to me do you? That is a flaw we will need to work on.”

“We are not working on anything.” She managed to make her voice sound firm. She was proud of herself. “I want you to leave. I want you to go away and leave me alone.” Ginny raised her wand and pointed it in Dean’s direction to show she meant it.

“Never.” he whispered in her ear.

Ginny was afraid. She was so afraid of the man in front of her. She knew she would not get out of this one. He had finally managed to corner her. How could she have been this stupid? She blamed it on herself. If she hadn’t made herself an easy target he might have left her alone.

She blamed her brother too. He was sleeping in the guest room. He was the one who’d talked her into this little trip. “Get away from me or I will call for my brother.”

“Fine.” Dean backed away from her an inch and she felt she could breathe again.

“I want you Ginny. I want us to be together again.”

“I already told you that this will not work between us.”

“Are you sure?” The look in Dean’s eyes told her all she needed to know. She was terrified of him. He would never change for her. She had made a mistake thinking it would be possible. That he loved her.

“Yes. I’m sure.”

Dean grinned in a way that made her stomach feel like it was turning inside out. That was the last thing she remembered.

A figure was hissing at her, her name sounded almost evil on his lips. Her head was fuzzy. It hurt too. “So you are awake finally.” The figure said.

Ginny wished she was in the hospital wing. Her head hurt that much. She could hardily think beyond the pain.

Her vision cleared. She saw him. She remembered. Her breathing became ragged. Her body hurt, but still she knew she must get away. She realized she was laying on the ground outside. Her ex-boyfriend hovered over her stunned form.

She screamed out for help, she knew someone might hear her. Her ex-boyfriend began to laugh.

"No one can hear you. You can scream if you want but no one will come. I still have you."

He walked around her, taking off his hat. She gasped in terror at the full site of him, the deadly beauty of who was once her boyfriend, the chocolate brown eyes, the harsh cruel lips. He smiled at her fear. She tried so hard not to show it.

"Leave me alone!“ she said angrily, trying to sound in charge. It was not working and she was trembling from head to toe.

He smiled and looked her up and down. She did not like the way he paused at her chest and stared at her breasts. "I want you. And I will have you tonight, I will be sure to make it as 'memorable' as possible. Your brother wont stop us."

A long thick finger traced a line down her cheek, moving down her neck and to the rim of her nightdress. She then knew what he meant.

“He will stop you from raping me. My brother will kill you if you touch me Dean. All my brothers will. I will scream.”

Then Dean moved away from her direct vision, and she saw him. Ron’s nose was bleeding and he had a knife wound on his arm. His eye was blackened.

“Ron?” she asked in a small voice. She knew he fought and lost. She saw it in his eyes. He knew it too.

Dean had him tied to a tree.

Dean reached for her and she scooted her body as far from him as she could get before he grabbed her. "No, don't touch me! Please, don't hurt me." she began to writhe in his grasp, trying to get away from his touch.

He moved his hand down and cupped her breast, rubbing his thumb against her nipple, which was erect due to the cold and her fear. He pinched it through the fabric, making her wince. No man had ever touched her there, and Dean made her feel vile, his touch made her insides freeze. Tears began to stream her cheeks as she tried to fight off his mouth, which brutally engulfed her own. His tongue penetrated her lips, flicking inside her mouth. He tasted like death. He broke the kiss and sniffed at her neck, her hair.

"You smell good, I’m going to fuck you until you scream for more."

She whimpered at the words. He was going to rape her. And no one could stop him.

“You will be mine Ginny. My sweet Ginny.”

His words hissed at her. She tried to fight but to no avail as his lips nibbled her neck and went to her breast, flicking his tongue through the thin fabric. With one swift movement he tore the entire nightdress off her, tossing it aside. Now completely exposed to the night air, her body began to shiver more violently. She had no idea where her robe went.

"Please stop!" she cried as he sucked on each of her breasts. He laughed and held her neck tighter, choking off her breath. He bent in near her face, pressing his body against hers. She felt something hard on her thigh, long and very hot, almost burning through the fabric of his dark clothes. She went rigid and she could feel its massive length and knew what pain it would bring. He noticed her reaction to the meeting of their bodies and he grinned in a way that made her see behind his usual mask.

He held her to the tree by the neck, moving his hand down her stomach to the junction between her legs. Her panties, the last protection from his touch was torn violently from her body. Ginny gasped for air as her eyes widened. He released his grip to let her breathe as he moved, thrusting his hips against her, making his erect member rub against her virgin mound.

"Do you feel that Ginny? Do feel my body? Do you feel me?"

She cried as Dean rubbed up against her again, she could almost feel him trying to penetrate her. He moved his hand between them and began to rub her clit without mercy. He was forcing her body to react, and was winning. She felt a small amount of wetness between her legs. He moved his hand further and inserted one long finger, feeling inside her. He let out a lusty moan as he moved in and out of her slowly.

"You are so warm and tight. You will feel good around me.”

"Stop! Please, no more! It hurts!" she tried to reach and push him away. He laughed and removed his hand, throwing her harder against the ground. Ginny could hear her brother rustling around the tree he was tied to. She knew he was trying to get free and save her. She wanted to look at him but she was terrified to draw attention to him.

She felt her arms being pulled above her head and held down by the force of a rope tied to something she couldn‘t see. Her feet felt like lead, unable to move. He stood before her, staring down at her quivering body. His hands moved to the front of his clothing and he loosened them, revealing his white chest, his strong torso and huge long erection. She stared unblinkingly at him, begging for him to stop, praying that someone would hear her.

"I will fuck you Ginny, and you will always remember it.’ She remembered him saying that to her the last time they’d parted.

Dean crawled on top of her, positioning himself between her legs. He spread her wide open, pinning her thighs apart. She watched helplessly as he moved his glistening cock toward her tiny opening. She felt the large head touch her skin and pause. He hovered above her. He looked down into her eyes.

“You are a virgin, aren't you?”

She refused to reply but he found his answer on her expressive face. He smiled and bent toward her face, hissing into her ear.

“Then this is really going to hurt.”

With that he rammed into her, hard, shattering her innocence and filling her to the hilt. Her body arched as he stretched and ripped into her, pausing within her to taste her agony and pain. She screamed as she felt pain rip through her insides and dance up her spine. Tears streamed her cheeks as he began to move inside her.

“You‘re mine now. I have taken your virginity. Do you feel me inside you, ramming you, fucking you deep? Do you feel me now? You are so tight around my cock Ginny; I can taste your pain. Scream for me baby.”

She heard him grunt and groan like an animal of the woods, pumping in and out faster and faster.

“I am going to fill you with me. I am going to fuck you until I‘m done, and I will be with you always. Feel me Ginny?”

He grunted loudly and she felt him. An intense heat poured into her, burning her insides.

She felt it fill her stomach, making her ill.

"Ahh."

He stayed inside of her as he kissed her hard on the lips.

"Remember Ginny. I will hurt you again and again until you give your self to me. I will haunt you every night, taking you again and again until I have you permanently. You will be mine."

Dean laughed as she sobbed.

“What do you say we try a little experiment.”

“No.” she cried in a barely discernable voice. Her head hurt. Her body hurt. The pains were so bad now that she wasn’t sure she could survive anything else. She wasn’t even sure she could survive this. “No, please.” she cried on.

Her eyes were closed but she could still picture his smiling face as he looked at her. He wiped stray hair from her face and leaned in to kiss her. “You will like this Ginny. I know you have always wanted to do it.”

“No, no please.”

Suddenly the air around her felt lighter. His weight was gone. She was scared. Ginny wanted to follow him with her eyes but she knew that looking would probably thrill him. Knowing she was watching would probably make him be more cruel to her.

She waited for what seemed like forever. She thought he might have left them there. She might starve to death now. Starve as she deserved to starve. She was a filthy person.

Her wrists dropped. She was freed. Then Dean grabbed her and dragged her up until she was standing. “Look at me.” he demanded. But she was scared to.

“Look at me you bitch.” he yanked at her hair and held her up by a chunk of it. She was too weak to stand on her own.

She opened her eyes.

“Very good Ginny. Very good. Now you know that all the time I was with you I started to pick up on things about you right?”

She nodded and that seemed to please him.

“Well,” he drawled. “I noticed the love you have for your brother. And because you were so good to me, I want to be good to you too. So I’m giving you what you want.”

Ginny looked at her brother. He was still tied to that tree. But his pants were off. “No.” she said as Dean started to drag her over to Ron. “No please Dean. I’ll do anything.” she cried seeing the anger and pain in her brother’s eyes. Seeing the cloth tied over his mouth and the cut above his eyebrow. “Please don’t make me do this.”

“Too late. You should have done it sooner and gotten it over with. It was bound to happen. Get down on your knees.”

“No I cant.”

“Now or I will cut him again.”

She sank to her knees. She landed in dirt.

“Now grab him. Do it or I’ll cut you next!”

She reached for her brother. Clasped his limp member in her hand, crying the whole time. Ron looked away and than closed his eyes.

“Straddle him and show him the good time you showed me.”

She spread her thighs wide and sat on his legs. One of hers on either side of both of his. She couldn’t do this. It was wrong. It was so wrong on so many levels. It was a two way death sentence. If she didn’t, Dean could kill him. Or hurt him badly. If she did then she would be killing him.

“Ron?” she gasped on another sob. He didn’t look at her. “Ron please help me.” There was no doubt in her mind he heard her. But he didn’t respond. “Please.”

“Now Ginny. Now or you will regret it.” Dean ordered. Ginny looked at him. She would regret it. The look on his face told her that much.

Hoping for her own death, she sank down on her brother.
"Ron?" Ginny sobbed. "Please Ron. Please look at me."

She didn't know what to do. Ginny sat upon her brother with him fully adjusted inside her body. The shame of it all was very unnerving. And still her brother wouldn't look to her. It was as though he felt that he had failed them both.

"Very good Ginny." Dean whispered for her benefit alone. He himself stood directly in front of her, in between the two of them. "I now have another part to my experiment I would like to test. Ginny sweet, I want you to stick that sweet little tongue of your as far up my ass as it can go, while I convince Ron that it would benefit him to be nice to my other end."

Dean turned his back to her and Ginny had a view of his pale backside. She wanted to take her nails and scratch the hell out of his skin until he couldn't sit for a whole month. But Dean was still the one with the knife and wand. If she could only get her hands on it.

"Gin-ny." Dean sang, bringing her back to reality. "I can't feel you."

Ginny could feel the need to gag rising inside her. Her panic was increasing with every moment that she couldn't see the look on her brother's face. Dean blocked all site of Ron. She heard Dean moan. He was thrusting his hips forward and with every controlled thrust he gasped out his final warning to her.

Ginny got the warning at the site of the blood Dean wiped on the side of his leg. Ron's blood.

She grabbed a hold of Dean's hips as he thrust and forced herself forward. She forced herself to spread him and then jam her tongue into him as far as was physically possible. Through it all she found that she was able to lift herself enough so that her brother's still limp member slid out of her body.

"Oh Merlin!" Dean gasped. The force of his thrusts made it hard for Ginny to hold onto him. But she knew she would regret not doing so.

Dean's orgasm shook his whole body. Ginny felt faint. She ached so much she just wanted to die. And as Dean moved to sit on the earth next to them, Ginny noticed that her brother 'looked' about dead. His face was more pale then usual, his mouth full of Dean's release, his eyes stared blankly back at her, and his forehead had an even bigger gash on it that gushed blood as though it would not stop.

Suddenly, Ginny had had all she could take. She'd felt woozy at the start of all this, but her body had finally had enough. She fainted upon her brother's naked body.

When Ginny came to, Dean was long gone. Ron was fast asleep still tied to the tree, and she still lay across his naked torso.

"Ron?" Ginny whispered, her voice hoarse. "Ronald please wake up."

Ginny felt herself sigh in relief as her brother stirred.

"Please Ron wake up. I need you."

Ron opened his eyes and stared at her. She didn't realize, that this would be the last time Ron looked at her with any kind of brotherly love. She didn't realize that his love for her had grown cold the moment he remembered everything. But that didn't matter much to Ginny at that moment. The only thing that mattered to her in the entire world, was getting herself and her brother to safety. She didn't notice her brother cringe from her touch as she worked at untying him. She didn't notice her brother try to push away from her as he was freed.

But she did notice when he left her there by the tree.

She did notice, when she was bruised, broken, and stranded outside.

"Ro-on!" she cried out, unable to move through the pain. "Please...." she sobbed.

Ron didn't come back for her until the morning. And he wouldn't even look at her when he did.

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As Ginny said her goodbyes to her mum and dad, she couldn't help but wonder what the year at Hogwarts would bring her.

The school had always felt like a second home to her. As she was sure it had for all of her brothers as well.

She boarded the train with gusto and only cringed at her fate when she witnessed Dean do the same.

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Author's Note: In this story, Dean does not have dark skin. I was a bit assumptive when I first wrote this and I am not going to change that now. According to a reviewer in my other (no longer active) profile, my characters are also a bit OOC. I am sorry if you feel that way too but I am not changing that either.

Thank you for reading. I hope you enjoyed it.
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