Its been two years since Draco was expelled, wrongly accused of the murder of Harry Potter. Unable to return to his home, for fear of becoming a death eater, he haunts the forbidden forest and flies around the grounds at night. He sees her every night, the fifth stall of the girls bathroom, bleeding for mistakes that werent her fault. When Draco finally steps in, will he be able to save her life, and her sanity, or is he too late?
p (Sidenote: Ginny hasn't spoken for two years, when she talks to Draco in this chapter, it's the first time she has talked in two years…just so its not confusing. Another thing, Draco..is like…super duper man. He's all stealthy and cool…he just shows up in random spots… like…in the crow…Eric just pops out of nowhere? Yeah, he's kinda like that. And when he jumps off of stuff…he's like the vampires in underworld YEAH. woooo)
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She cried…
The hollow sound …
Breaking the glass around his heart…
Ginny slipped out of bed and down to the abandoned girls bathroom. She entered the fifth stall, falling to the ground, metal blades clinking as they hit the floor, and silent tears flowing down her cheeks.
He had watched her do this, every night, this blood ritual, for the past two years. Her arm, which had once been smooth and soft, was now horribly marred with scars of all different colors and sizes. He watched as she pulled the blade across her arm, opening old scars and newer wounds. The blood bubbled out shining in the moonlight. A single tear dropped, and mixed with the blood, which ran in rivers down her arm. This had to stop
She didn't need to go to St. Mungos.
She didn't need an early grave.
Draco jumped off of the windowsill high above her, and landed in a crouch in front of her. She didn't flinch, she didn't cry out. She looked up at him, tears in her dead eyes.
A shock of pain, and a burning need to bring those eyes to life filled his chest. Draco pushed this aside and moved forward, slowly taking the blade out of her hand and disposing of it. She didn't do anything, she just sat there, motionless, watching her life flow out of her arms. Draco returned and examined her arms. The cuts were deep, too deep She's getting desperate he thought. Summoning a med aid, he stitched her arms up, and bandaged them. After he was done, he gathered her into his arms. She closed her arms and sighed. He had finally come to the rescue, he had always watched her, she knew he was there, but he never intervened.
"Draco…" She whispered, this being the first word she uttered in more than two years.
"I know" He whispered, shifting her back onto the floor as he lifted the back of his shirt to show her the long whip scars that laced his back. "My father…hurt me…and soon…I…" He fell silent, lifting the side of his shirt, showing her the chunky flesh colored scars that marred his left side.
She nodded, and he again gathered her into his arms.p "Draco…keep me safe?" She whispered. He nodded.
"I will, I promise you, I will." He said, surprising himself. She fell asleep in his arms, and he slowly carried her back to her bed, fleeing out the window as the first signs of sunrise tainted the sky.