Own Worst Enemy

By: Amanda Lupin

Summary: She hurts. He hurts her. She hurts Harry. Harry loves her. He loves her. She hates herself.

Disclaimer: I don't own it. The only thing I own is my computer. No wait... I don't even own it. I'm pretty sure I own the plot, but it might be from other stories, so feel free to steal my plot. I've got no problem with it J

What could it hurt?

Tracing... tracing a line across my wrist. The quill's not as sharp as I thought. I have to push harder than I thought. But it feels better than I thought. It's not painful. Not yet, not now. It seems to set me free. From... him.

I can't eat. I can't sleep. Whatever I do, he's there. I can feel him. He's here now. And what hurts me even more is I'm getting used to it. Its comforting almost. He's here with me now, screaming in my soul., telling me to stop. But I don't listen. He can't stop me now.

I pull my robes down and walk slowly to the bathroom to wash off my arm. It hurts now, but I don't mind. Its not as bad as some of the things he... he made me do. I shuddered thinking of the chamber, the things he made me do. It seems as if that was a long, long time ago. But it's not. I've just changed so much.

As I walk into the common room, Harry smiles and waves for me to come sit next to him. I frown, but sit next to him, and I feel his hand creep up on my knee. I wince a bit and push him away. He gives me a look, but he's used to it.

He talks to Ron and Hermoine about quidditich and classes, and after awhile I find myself leaning unconsciously on his shoulder and he takes that moment to put his arm around me and stroke my arm. If I were awake I would have pushed him away, but I was in a daze, still a bit confused and out of it, and let him hold me.

Later that night, the two of them left, and I was alone in the common room with Harry. Well, not alone. He was still there. Still yelling in my heart, in my soul. I was never alone anymore. And I liked that. Being alone was scary, and lonely.

Harry leaned down and kissed my cheek and I jumped up, heart racing. He smiled at me and grabbed my wrist. I winced and pulled away, bringing my wrist to me side and holding it. It was still sore. He raised an eyebrow and took my wrist from me again. I bit my lip as he pulled back my sleeve, watching as the new scab formed. I could see the look of confusion in his emerald eyes. I turned away from him, not wanting to have his eyes on my, I could get lost in his eyes. I just feel back into his arms and sobbed.

'Ginny... what's wrong?'

I just sobbed harder into his shoulder and held onto him. I cracked. I couldn't keep pushing people away. I couldn't keep hurting myself, on the inside and out.

I heard him again.

I want to be alone. Go away. GO AWAY!

And to my amazement, he left. I didn't feel his overbearing power, or painful remarks. I didn't need his spirit around to keep me from the loneliness I felt... but even more amazing, was when he spoke to me. Didn't yell... but more of a goodbye..

Remember Ginny.. you are your own worst enemy...

Author Notes: So, how was it? Please review, tell me what ya think, if its stupid, how it turned out. The ending could use some work, I know :P Thanks, and make sure to read my other junk!