Chapter 3

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By the next day, everyone in the school, and even people outside of the school knew that Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley were officially an item. Everybody was happy for them, and all the veteran teachers could only think of one thing.

“They look exactly like Lily and James did! Oh, how wonderful!”

Harry couldn’t believe his luck. He was going out with Ginny Weasley. And her brother approved of the relationship! He felt that if he looked into the Mirror of Erised at that moment, he would just see his reflection.

He was suddenly broken out of his musing by Ginny bursting into the 6th year boys dormitory.

“Ginny!” Harry yelped, “I’m not decent!”

True enough, he had just his boxer shorts on.

“Oh please, Harry. I’m your girlfriend, I’m allowed to see that.” said Ginny.

“Oh really? Then can I see you with only your panties on?” Harry said smiling slightly.

Ginny reddened a little, then she stomped over to Harry and thumped him on the top of his head. “Of course not, you prick! How dare you try to force me!”

Harry rubbed the top of his head, and looked sheepishly up at Ginny. “I’m not, Gin! I was just saying that since you get to see me in just my boxers –”

“That is completely irrelevant! They are two different things and you know it.” said Ginny. As Harry started to respond, she eyed him dangerously, as though daring him to argue the subject more. Harry closed his mouth, and settled for glaring at the floor.

Ginny nodded and said, “Good. I’m hungry, so let’s go to dinner early today.”

“Er, sorry, Ginny, but I promised Dean that I would play football on the Quidditch field for an hour or so. Couldn’t you just go with one of your friends?”

“Harry! We’re going right now. You just can’t push me away like a dog, you made a commitment when we became a couple!”

“But I promised Dean! And I’m the only guy in our year that knows how to play football!”

“Harry!” said Ginny in a shrill voice.

Harry flinched and gave up.

As Ginny left him to get ready for dinner, he couldn’t help but glare at her back.

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A few weeks had passed and Harry found himself sitting in the common room, musing over whom to pick for his Quidditch team. He had two positions to fill, and three very good candidates, one of which was his girlfriend. The problem was that they were all more or less equal, all with their own pros and cons. Ginny came up from behind and gave him a hug. “Hey, Harry. Picking out the new chaser?”

“Chasers, Gin.” Harry corrected.

“What do you mean? There’s only one spot open.”

Harry stared at her and said, “Ginny…there are two spots open.”

“Well, yeah, technically. But I have one of the spots already, of course.”

Harry gaped at her. “Ginny, you can’t really expect me to give you preferential treatment!”

“It’s not really preferential! All of us are about the same in terms of skill.”

Harry grew frustrated. He knew he couldn’t assign her a spot on the team just because she was his girlfriend, even though she did have a point. He had to do what was best for the team. Ginny was watching him the whole time, and guessed what was going through his mind. “Harry, you know I deserve the spot…right?” she said in a cold tone.

The Boy-Who-Lived sighed as he said, “Yes, Ginny.”

“Good. Then that’s all settled then. Now let’s go somewhere and have some alone time.” said Ginny, smirking mischievously.

Harry couldn’t take it anymore. The last few weeks had been both pleasurable and frustrating at the same time. He couldn’t do anything he wanted anymore, everything he did was planned and set in stone by his girlfriend, Ginny.

Something happened in his mind at that moment, and suddenly everything was alright.

“Sure, Gin, whatever you say. Let’s go.”

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The next day, Harry put his plan in motion. He was going to prove his worth to Ginny and everyone around him. He waited in the dormitory until he was sure everybody was asleep, then he got his Firebolt and Invisibility Cloak out of his trunk. Harry silently flew out the window and went to the other side of Gryffindor Tower. He whispered the unlocking charm, and quickly went over to the bed he knew was Ginny’s. He silently pulled back the curtains, and put his hand over Ginny’s mouth. She woke with a start, staring at Harry with wide eyes. Harry put a finger to his lips and removed his hand.

“Come on Gin, I need to show you something.”

Ginny stared at him incredulously for a second before she said in a whisper, “Harry, what the hell do you think you’re doing!”

“Shh, just come with me.” He motioned towards his broom and invisibility cloak. Ginny shook her head, but got up and flew out with him. They landed outside the entrance hall (which Harry had made sure to be open). Harry led her in, then walked for a while until they reached the Room of Requirement.

Harry did the necessary prerequisites to get into the room, then opened the door. “After you, m’lady.”

Ginny stared at him dubiously, then walked in. “Oh, Harry! It’s beautiful!” Inside was a table for two, complete with candles. Dobby was even there, acting as a waiter.

Harry closed the doors, and smiled. “Oh yes, it is going to be very beautiful, to be sure.”

With a thought, the door to the room vanished, as did the table and candles. Ginny whipped around and said, “Harry, what’re you doing!”

Harry walked towards her and suddenly punched her in the face with all the force he could muster up. Ginny cried out in pain as she stumbled back and fell.

"Ahh, God, that felt good." said Harry as he rubbed his knuckles. "Get up, Ginny, there's more fun to be had."

Ginny got up from the floor and stared at him with disbelieving eyes. "Harry, what - why - what the hell are you doing you asshole?!"

Harry stared at her, and then started laughing softly. “Did you think you could control me forever, Ginny? Did you think that I’m that much of a pussy?” He whipped out his wand and uttered a spell which caused all of Ginny’s clothes to fly off.

Harry snorted as he looked at her naked body. “What’d you do, wear a bra that enhanced your breasts? Those are pitiful.”

Ginny’s face grew redder than a tomato as she tried to cover herself up. “What the hell do you think you’re doing, you bastard!” she yelled.

He just smirked and with another thought, ropes snaked down from the ceiling and tied up Ginny’s hands and hoisted her in the air. Then ropes snaked out from the floor and bound and spread her legs apart. She was effectively spread-eagled in midair. She was shrieking in horror the entire time.

“Harry! Stop this, right this instant! What the hell is the matter with you? Let me go!”

Harry gritted his teeth and walked towards her. He stopped in front of her, then suddenly leaned back and punched her in the face with all the force of his body weight. Her head snapped back, and Ginny gave a loud moan of pain. She pulled her head back and stared at Harry with a trembling jaw. She was definitely going to have a bruise, but nothing was broken, probably because Harry was not that strong physically. Harry glared and said, “Don’t talk, Ginny, it sounds like nails on a chalkboard to me.”

Harry then turned to Dobby and said, “Dobby, you know what to do.”

Dobby smiled admiringly up at Harry and said, “Yes Harry Potter sir, Dobby knows what do to.”

The house elf took the whip that materialized next to him and went to Ginny.

“Now, Ginny, don’t scream yourself hoarse. I just love hearing the sound of your pain.” Harry said.

Dobby proceeded to rain the whip down upon the flat-chested redhead, targeting her most sensitive areas first. He, of course, had much experience with this, having done this several times to other house elfs in Malfoy Manor. And he knew what areas to hit the hardest, having been subject to the same treatment.

Ginny screamed like a banshee. Welts and streaks of blood appeared all over her body as she was whipped mercilessly. Fifteen minutes after the whipping session had began, Harry stopped Dobby and said, “I think that’s enough of that. I mean, you can barely scream anymore, it’s just no fun.”

Ginny gasped with relief as the whip disappeared. She tried to yell at Harry again, but what Harry said was true: her voice was completely gone; she had damaged her throat too much.

Harry smiled sadistically at her. “Do you want your voice back? Do you?”

The slag did nothing but glare at Harry. He laughed in her face and then uttered a healing charm for her throat. Then he silenced her. “I’ve had enough of your god-awful voice for the rest of my life, I don’t want to hear anything but screams from your mouth.”

He then turned away and picked up a fork from the table that had appeared behind him. He turned around, unsilenced Ginny, and shoved the fork up her nostril, quickly following the previous up with another in the other nostril.

As she screamed, he pushed the fork as far as he could up her nose, causing it to break through the upper skin, the cold steel kitchenware causing deep gashes along the lining of her nose. She was feeling every last twitch of the metal, it's coldness clashing with the warmth of her blood as it gushed down the -now significantly- stained utensil.

He took a few steps back and said, "Why, Ginny, you never looked so ravishing in your entire life. Big improvement, the forks up your nose I mean."

"Fuck you, Potter!" yelled Ginny at the top of her lungs, the copious amounts of coppery blood from her nose flooding the back of her throat, causing her to gag as she screeched.

Harry blinked and said, "Impressive, you can still yell at me when you're in so much pain? Well, like I said before, I've had enough of listening to your voice... I just want to hear you scream." He said the last part quietly.

The ropes holding Ginny suddenly disappeared, and she dropped to the floor in a heap. With a flick of his wand, Harry lifted her into the air again. Three thick metal hooks slowly came down from the ceiling behind Ginny, and stopped just before they hit the floor.

"This might hurt a bit, my dear." Saying that, Harry took one of the metal hooks and plunged the object downwards across Ginny's back in a sweeping arc, leaving behind a large gash. It tore through the flesh with a disturbing lack of resistance before catching under one of the muscles. Ginny gave a loud shriek of anguish and shock as Harry repeated the process until all three hooks were securely in place.

“Oh, did I say a bit? Sorry ‘bout that, I guess I meant a lot. My mistake.” said Harry.

The chains then slowly retracted into the ceiling. Ginny's tender spinal cord and mangled flesh, challenged once again, amazingly held up as she was slowly brought towards the ceiling. She started shrieking wildly as she was pulled fully up and off of the comforting ground - her entire weight held up by the hooks now painfully entrenching themselves beneath her very bones. Blood dripped down from her body, forming a blood red pool beneath her dangling feet.

In an impressive feat of resilience she managed to cease sobbing and said through an enormous amount of blood, now pouring from her mouth and spilling down the front of her shirt - her teeth stained red, "Please, Harry, stop this! I won't say anything to anyone, just stop this, please!"

Harry simply stared at her, a small smirk creeping its way onto his nearly statuesquely pale face, and slid the fork from her nose. As she started blubbering in relief, he plunged the instrument into her shoulder, idly recognizing the feel of bone as it buckled with the force of entry. Taking only a minute to glance over the tattered body, he decided that this sack of meat just didn't meet the standards of living quiet yet. "Needs to be tenderized..." he thought. With a quick mental command to the room a solid piece of -what appeared to be- a type of plastic ball fell from the ceiling and bounced along the floor.

He had watched the players on the telly all throughout his childhood kick this... small ball around. He had been struck early by what a fantastic effect it must have on a person's stress levels to be able to kick a ball as hard as they could at another human being, all in the pursuit of victory.

It was this thought which brought him back to the reality of the situation: the dank atmosphere of the Room of Requirement, the (now) Ex-Girlfriend strung-up by the muscles in her back - a shiny, blood coated piece of metal protruding from her shoulder, and a tiny rubber ball at his feet.

He made an attempt at dribbling the ball, making what seemed to him like a relatively decent amount of progress, before attempting to hit her with it. He made a quick sweeping arc with his foot, bringing it down hard and fast against the small ball which quickly tore off and smacked the redhead in her already tattered nose. The force of the ball, seemingly, had broken the last straw as an ocean of blood poured from her nose, the bone having broken completely.

He continued like this for a good thirty minutes, picking the ball up and tossing it at her - or kicking it as hard as he could. He delighted in her screams of fright when the ball would nearly hit her, but ultimately miss.

He took a step back and took a moment to catch his breath. Ginny in the meantime was moaning hoarsely in pain, as her throat couldn’t take anymore damage. Her face was a complete mess, the nose broken, and the lower jaw unhinged.

"Well, Ginny, I think that's the end of our little date here. I'm a bit tired, as you can see," he said, but taking a look at her bloody, bruised and tattered face had to doubt whether she could actually see, “and I really should be getting back to the dormitory before Ron and the others realize I'm gone." With that said, Harry took the cricket bat that materialized next to him, and gave Ginny a good strong swat on her stomach. She lurched forward violently, a tooth coming dislodged and flying out of her mouth as she hacked up blood - he was sure he felt a rib crack.

“It’s a cricket bat,” said Harry conversationally. “Don’t think you’d know it, it’s a muggle sport.”

Ginny said nothing as she looked at him with a great amount of fear in what was left of her eyes. Harry smiled at that, and then started to repeatedly smash various parts of her body with the blunt muggle instrument. A few minutes later Harry put the bat down and leaned on it. He had broken at least ten bones from what he could see, and Ginny had screamed herself damn near hoarse - now reduced to choking on her own blood as she tried to plead for her life. He wiped off a few beads of sweat that had appeared on his forehead and said, "Bloody hell, that really took a lot out of me. I really have to work out more often. Let's end this, shall we?"

Harry then replaced the cricket bat with a battle axe in true Dark Ages fashion. He took the axe firmly by the handle, and raised it high above his head, the weight of it making it known quiet well, and brought it down with brutal velocity on Ginny's neck. He felt the blade of the axe quickly sink through hundreds of layers of flesh and tissue - huge amounts of red liquid freely flowing from the torn skin.

Ginny's body twitched and he raised the axe again, delivering another mighty blow and - this time - decisively severing her head.

Harry just smiled as blood gushed everywhere from the remaining portion of the neck.

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This is how I believe all H/G stories should end – the violent and gory demise of the one and only slag of Harry Potter fanfiction: Ginny Weasley. To all of you reading this right now, let me say something: a few people actually liked the first two chapters of this story. Those chapters were filled with every single cliché I could think of for H/G fanfiction, and each of those chapters was written between learning about the CNS and memorizing the brachial plexus. Which means that I spent, oh, about a half hour to an hour actually writing it. I wrote most of this last chapter in a mad rush to finish it before I had to leave back to my college, but I couldn’t finish it in time. This just shows the quality of Harry Potter fanfiction nowadays. It’s going down the drain, and it’s because of you people who support stories such as this. Seriously, if you liked the first two chapters, it’s either because you’re a preteen fangirl…or you have the mind of a preteen fangirl.

To all of you at DarkLordPotter: HAHA! OH SNAP!

You have no idea how much fun I had reading all your comments in the thread. But I think most of you will like the ending of the story. Those reviews gave me so much amusement as I was reading them. (this is Sree, by the way) Ah, and in case you’re wondering why Xiph and Taure were promoting this story, this is why. Well, at least in the case of Xiph, he knew about this all along. Taure…well, Taure is just fucked in the head. And he wanted to troll. grin Though, he is the only one that got the genre of this story right: a parody. Eh, kind of a parody, it wasn’t really funny. More like revolting (how do you think I felt writing it?). I just wrote it for the amusement it would give me to see you all froth and foam at the mouth. And to send a message to the idiots who like clichéd crap.

Finally, I’d like to thank Xiph and Master Slytherin. Xiph for brainstorming with me about this story and adding much detail to the torture scene at the end, and Master Slytherin for acting for me as relas on the forums by posting bullshit arguments against the other members (as I have no internet access during the week).

I hoped you enjoyed the ending of the story. Peace.