Hurt Me: Violent red hair in the shade of blood caresses the pale yet slightly freckled cheeks of Virginia Weasley. She stands alone, unnoticed, and yet is ultimately happy by this..She watches, she sees what others do not..She hurts, she yearns . . . She wants him to hurt her, to scream at her, to make her bleed . . . Innocent Honey-brown eyes stare up at him when she thinks he doesn't notice . . . and yet he always does...
Disclaimer: This Belongs to JK Rowling and Evanescence. I own nothing. Blah.
A/N: Okay guys. I just had inspiration. My friend and I were talking about how Evanescence's songs all reminded us of either Tom/Ginny or Draco/Ginny I decided to write them as fan fiction ficlets kinda, only as a collection. Most of the songs will be from their CD Fallen, but some wont be from the CD, and, though I'm a huge T/G Shipper, I'm a loyal Draco/Gin fan so that's the pair I've chosen for this. (OF COURSE!) I'm not quite sure yet if the chapters/songs are all going to go off of the same plot line yet, though....oh and I'm looking for a beta-reader...if you are interested, IM me at PrncssOfIllFate or email me at DrawntoDrama@hotmail.com.
Chapter 1: Away From Me
Vibrant red hair bounced along behind the sickeningly cheerful Virginia Weasley, younger sister to Ron Weasley and all the other Weasley's before him. Waving to everyone and anyone she saw as she passed, her inner upchuck reflexes began churning. She noticed the backs of three heads bobbing close to each other; one with Raven black hair, the other with thick brown hair, and the third with the same blood-red color hair that she had herself. They, of course, were the famous trio. You know who they are; Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, and his two sidekicks, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. You might as well call them Siamese twins, or triplets rather, because the three were inseparable. They often made Ginny feel sick, or left out.
I hold my breath as this life starts to take its toll
I hide behind a smile as this perfect plan unfolds
but oh, god, I feel I've been lied to
lost all faith in the things I have achieved
Smiling as brightly as she could, she made her way over to them and greeted them cheerfully, spiting them inwardly. She was always shadowed by them, the only reason people even knew she existed was because back in her first year she was part of the reason Tom Riddle almost came back to life. Of course at first they all pitied her, but after all that pity was gone, all they had left was fear and the ability to pin the blame to her.
It was at that point that she had decided to make her own image; to change the way that people perceived her. It was hard, but she found that acting cheery, even to the extent of being annoying, was good enough to make people believe she was harmless, and even to forget that she was even the one who had been in the Chamber. They usually, if there was any reference of it at all, referred to her as 'that one girl'. She had achieved her goal without making herself completely invisible.
Greeting her 'friends', she allowed the smile to slip away from her face as Draco Malfoy, the boy of whom she was supposed to loathe as she did her own brother and his friends, approached the trio, (Even when she was around it was still a trio, for she didn't count as one of them,) His eyes connecting with hers for only a few spare seconds. He had no doubt come to make some snide remarks to Harry and the gang, as he always did. She tried to stare at him with as much dislike as possible, but that was probably the most difficult thing she could force herself to do. She held so much passion for the boy. Not because of who he was, but because of who it was he reminded her of.
I've woken now to find myself
in the shadows of all I have created
I'm longing to be lost in you
(away from this place I have made)
won't you take me away from me
In a way she had loathed him. She hated him with every ounce of hatred her body held, and just about every bit of her emotions bubbled over with hate, but there was that one thing in him that she couldn't not love. He and Tom Riddle were almost one and the same. The only thing that separated them in her twisted mind was their looks, and that wasn't by much. Basically just the hair color.
Tom Riddle had been the one guy that she had ever really felt that one pesky little emotion for, yes that's it. Love, but she wasn't sure until now, her sixth year in Hogwarts, that that was the emotion she felt, for she had only been eleven when she had her run-in with him. Helping him try to regain his soul had been something that she had been looking forward to, but she had to hide that from the world. She had been too young, too ignorant to realize what a big deal it had been for him then. To her it had been a game, and then when she was snapped, harshly might she add,back to reality all she had felt was fear.
She had been only eleven then. Stupidity had filled her brain. She was brought up a Weasley, and they were supposed to be filled with such a blindness for compassion that even she had felt it when she was that age, and it made her sick to realize that now. She knew that if she could go back and do it again, she would. In a heart beat. She was sick of herself, she hated who she was, but there wasn't anybody she would admit it to, had she been given the opportunity.
crawling through this world as disease flows through my veins
I look into myself, but my own heart has been changed
I can't go on like this
I loathe all I've become
But then there was Draco. Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. The boy who mostly reminded her of Tom. They had that same cruel stare, that pure hatred for Harry Potter, that devilish smirk and yet were both so charming when they needed to be. It was like heaven for her to be able to stare at Draco and have him not notice her. She studied his habits, knew his handwriting, and felt that she was so in touch with him that it was impossible for him to be like anyone but Tom.
She felt that she would pour her own blood for the likes of Draco Malfoy, in hopes that he would notice her and make her do his bidding. Make her do anything and everything he wanted. Just as long as he saved her from herself, she'd proudly bow to his will.
lost in a dying world i reach for something more
I have grown so weary of this lie I live
The Song for this Chapter: Away From Me, Evanescence. (AWESOME SONG)