A/N: Okay, I'm restarting this, even though I never posted the original version, mainly because it was going completely the wrong way. I'm gonna try it again, and it will hopefully do what I want it to this time. I know this probably isn't that original, but I'm still writing it, because it lets me express what I feel.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

~Ginny's POV~

I finally did it. I went to the apothecary in Hogsmeade and got my saving grace, my poison. I have decided that tonight is the night. I'll just slip into the Prefects bathroom, since there is nary a soul in there at night. I have gone down several times with a blade, but I am afraid of the pain. I don't want to leave a trail of blood as I lash out from my misery. I do not fear death. I just do not want to die painfully. My poison, namely known as Unidra, works quickly, killing the victim almost instantly. It is made from the hair of a unicorn and the blood of a dragon, the two when mixed becoming very deadly. At last, I will be at peace.

I'm out of bed and getting dressed, pretending everything is normal. I grab my potions stuff so I won't have to come back and get it after breakfast. Rushing out into the common room, I climb through the portrait hole and start to make my way to breakfast. I'm late, so I'm walking rather quickly and not looking where I'm going. I'm almost in the hall when I run into something, something hard. I get knocked to the ground, and everything blacks out from there.

~Draco's POV~

Oh, no, what have I done now? This is not my day. First, I wake up late. Then, I spill ink all over my robes. Now, I run into the little weasel on my way to breakfast. This is just perfect. Why does everything always happen to me? I thought. I brought the little weasel to the hospital wing, and that's where I am, staring at that mass of red hair on her head. Why must everything be so complicated? I could have just left, but no, I had to see if the little weasel is all right. Why? I don't really know myself. Anyway, I just want to get this over with. As soon as she wakes up, and I'm sure that she's okay, I'll leave. It is partially my fault that she's in here, not that I'll ever admit that to anyone. Oh, look at that, the little weasel's finally waking up. I'll finally be able to leave.

~Ginny's POV~

"What am I doing here? How did I get here? The last thing I remember is knocking into something hard, and falling." I said, seeing someone, but my vision is blurry, so I do not know who it is. Then I hear a familiar voice, full of anger, and no compassion that I can hear.

"Well, that something that you bumped into is rather a someone, and that someone is me. Now that I see that you're fine I can go without my conscience bothering me." he said, and started to leave.

"Why would it have bothered you in the first place, Malfoy? Aren't I just another Weasley in your eyes?" I asked, sounding bored, but there was pain in my words. He's just another reason that I plan to take the potion. I began to have feelings for him last year on the Hogwarts Express, on the way home. Not feelings of love, not even like, but respect. He showed that he could be kind by extending a helping hand to me when I fell, and then he went back to being the way he was before it happened.

Without another word, I got up and raced out the door. I knew that I couldn't take another moment of life, not with him, not with Harry, who ignored me for years, and still did, and not with Ron, my overprotective brother who has never given me freedom. I ran as fast as I could to the Prefect's bathroom, and I got out the bottle. I had it with me, in case such an occasion occurred when I wouldn't want to live any longer, and would want to finish it before my set time.

I opened the bottle, and felt a tingle of joy inside. I was finally getting the happiness I wanted. I knew that I would never get such joy again as I had that moment, and I also knew that I would not have any happier of a life if I decided not to kill myself. I brought the bottle to my lips, about to drink, about to savor my death, when suddenly another hand came crashing down onto mine, knocking it away from my mouth, and held on to the hand holding the bottle. I tried to get my hand free, but whoever had their hand on me held tight, determined not to let me drink my potion, my poison, my Unidra. I looked at the owner of the hand, and I found myself looking into the gray, concerned eyes of Draco Malfoy.

"Why are you doing this to yourself, Gin? I didn't think that you would go this far into thinking that there was no other way out. I thought you were stronger. What pushed you so over the edge?" he asked, his voice full of compassion, unlike his usual indignant self.

A/N: So, tell me what you think. I want to know. I just reread it, made some changes, and I've found the more I go over something I write, the more changes I make, and the better it becomes. Just a word of advice: reread it as many times as you can, it really helps. Oh, and I'll TRY to review those who review me. I don't make promises, cuz I tend to not keep them, but I'll make an effort.
Please, don't forget to review.
Slan go foill (bye for now in Irish Gaelic),
Lyss