Title: The Process of Healing
By: Courtney Hill
Archive: Sure. I'd be honored.
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me!!
Chapter One
Draco
He looked down at the red headed girl with disgust. She in turn cowered in terror; no longer brave. He smirked at her in victory. She ran away with tears running down her face. He watched her turn the corner then turned to his group of friends with a thin smile of triumph.
Slipping his arm into Pansy's, he walked down the hall flanked by Crabbe and Goyle. The few students still in the hallway parted to the sides. As the Slytherins strutted down the hallway acting like they owned it. Draco didn't notice it, it wax a fairly normal occurrence. He listened half-heartily to his girlfriend as she chattered about some Christmas dance a month away. He mentally sighed in his head. But in nodded like he was listening,
In truth he had nothing against Pansy. She was everything he ever wanted, and he was happy. Or as happy as Malfoys can afford to be. And then he wondered. Why do I feel something missing?
He walked as far as the Slytherin Common Room entrance. The kissed the cheek offered to him. Nodded to Crabbe and Goyle who grunted their good-byes. Made sure they made it in. The turned and walked deeper into the Hogwarts dungeons. Made perfect again this year. He was patrolling his hallways.
Told to lay low after the ministry and Umbridge incident the year before. Draco wasn't abusing the power…as much. He smirked at his last thought.
Then he mind wandered to his new "ritual". Ginny Weasley. After that nasty hex last year, he vowed to make her life hell. And so far he was doing a good job…. A VERY good job.
He had found she stayed late after dinner on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Perfect for him and his "posse" to corner her and tease her. It was funny how weak she was without her friends. In fact why hadn't she stopped doing that after a month of him hue muting her? But that was her fault he reasoned.
Looking up, shaking off the thought's of Ginny Weasley. He found himself in a part of the dungeons he hadn't been in before. Most of been really lost in thought, he mused. Whatever. Then he heard it. A voice. He turned down the hallway. Eager to catch the person who ventured down here so late.
Taking another right he found the voice came out from behind a heavy oak door. Opening it easily, he found himself in a huge library. Decorated in Silver and Black. There was a roaring fire and in front of it sat a certain red head.
She was singing a scale. Her voice wasn't beautiful. It wasn't perfect. It wasn't even on pitch. But it was alive with something else. It warmed Draco as he listened to it. Then he turned his attention to the words.
"You say it isn't so
You promise but don't mean it
You parade before me
Showing off all your friends
Never pointing out their flaws
Polishing over details
Pointing out all my mistakes
The glint in your eyes grows brighter
Your words run together
You close in got the kill
And then here I stand
Trying to tune you out
Desperately not showing the hurt
Praying you can't see the pain
Caused by your harsh words
Fresh wounds open
You throw salt on the old ones
A burning in my soul starts
A fire comes alight
You gather and throw fuel on it
Till it all but consumes me
Surrounding me from within
And you stand outside that fire
Laughing and pointing
For all the things I've tried to be
And all the things I'm not"
Draco stood still, shocked by the weight of her words. The truth set in. But he wanted so for it to not be true.
"Well want do you think Malfoy?" She asked softly. Her voice waking Draco from his revere.
"Okay for a Weasley, but one thing. You never hid your hurt. And you need to add a line about trembling in fear. But then I really wouldn't expect much more from your lot." And then with one last sneer. He left as quietly as he came.
She let out a sigh. That was as much of a compliment she was going to get from Malfoy.
Ginny
Hurt and pain. Two things Ginny knew very well. Even if it didn't look like that from the outside. She was slowly dying on the inside. And she knew it but she didn't want to dwell on how far gone she was.
Life was good for Ginny. Or that's what a passerby would say looking at Ginny. And to Ginny that's what everyone was. Nobody ever stopped long enough to really get to know Ginny that well. They just took what they saw for granted. Everyone took from Ginny; no one ever gave.
Finally all the greedy taking wore Ginny down to what she was now. A ghost, a actor playing an wore out role. She's seen as a "happy" girl. And Ginny didn't see why she should tell people otherwise.
Now in her fifth year at Hogwarts. She was miserable. Tuesdays and Thursday were the worst. Colin finally got a girlfriend. And that was the days they had their "study dates". So when Ginny tagged along with them. She not only felt like a third wheel. But she got to see them stare longing at each other. And everyone else had paired off. So it was like that at any table.
Even in her own common room the wonder trio shunned her. Who if she sat 12 feet away. In between whispering to themselves they would glare at her. Till Ron came over and told her to "get lost". Besides Ginny would rather like to be alone.
Ginny's main hobby was writing poetry. She didn't know if she was any good and even if that was the case she didn't care. She wrote to let it all out. Then she sang them out loud. Finally really releasing it out of her system.
Then was the problem of finding a place to do this. A place where no one would stumble upon her. The dungeons were a perfect place for this.
Until Malfoy had started teasing her. But no matter what he said or what he did. She always stayed late after Tuesdays and Thursdays.
In a warped sense it made her feel special that someone noticed her. True it was Malfoy but her own brother never talked to her twice a week!
But alas! Things couldn't stay perfect. Malfoy had found her spot. Yet she went on into her poem. She might as well get it out if she was going to get detention.
Surprising her had just left. Even given her an off-handed compliment. She wondered what he was up to. But she still went back that Thursday. She had to. If she didn't she couldn't make it though the week. It was her last hope. The only thing Ginny still clung to.
As usual she got to her room after a rather unpleasant encounter with Malfoy. Drying off her tears she seated herself by the roaring fire. Pulling out her black leather bound journal. Filled with her poems. Took out her 5-year-old quill she started writing. When she finished she read over it. Cleared her voice and sang a scale.
Then she felt him enter. She could actually feel the cold aura he radiated. Feel the ice settle around her heart. Making it hard to breath. Taking in a breath she choked on how thick the air was. And still she went on singing.
"Something's I've seen aren't pretty
Some emotions I carry are ugly
And when it got to the point
When it didn't matter
I became damaged
So broken no one could repair me
Taped up, banged up, framed up
Even escaping within couldn't stop the pain
Crying out "Help!"
When no one even tried to fix my shattered world
Returned so many times
Just to be bought again
To learn to hope again
Then see it smashed again
Pray for a miracle
Even when I know it won't come
Try to hold on
Though I feel my grip slipping
To tired to call out
Knowing I won't be saved
For who wants to save a damaged girl?"
"Did you write that?" He asked breaking the spell that had settled over when Ginny had started singing.
"Yes" Ginny replied so soft he had to strain to hear her. Then he turned to walk out. Calling over his shoulder as he left:
"I would save her." Leaving Ginny more confused then before.
By: Courtney Hill
Archive: Sure. I'd be honored.
Disclaimer: They don't belong to me!!
Chapter One
Draco
He looked down at the red headed girl with disgust. She in turn cowered in terror; no longer brave. He smirked at her in victory. She ran away with tears running down her face. He watched her turn the corner then turned to his group of friends with a thin smile of triumph.
Slipping his arm into Pansy's, he walked down the hall flanked by Crabbe and Goyle. The few students still in the hallway parted to the sides. As the Slytherins strutted down the hallway acting like they owned it. Draco didn't notice it, it wax a fairly normal occurrence. He listened half-heartily to his girlfriend as she chattered about some Christmas dance a month away. He mentally sighed in his head. But in nodded like he was listening,
In truth he had nothing against Pansy. She was everything he ever wanted, and he was happy. Or as happy as Malfoys can afford to be. And then he wondered. Why do I feel something missing?
He walked as far as the Slytherin Common Room entrance. The kissed the cheek offered to him. Nodded to Crabbe and Goyle who grunted their good-byes. Made sure they made it in. The turned and walked deeper into the Hogwarts dungeons. Made perfect again this year. He was patrolling his hallways.
Told to lay low after the ministry and Umbridge incident the year before. Draco wasn't abusing the power…as much. He smirked at his last thought.
Then he mind wandered to his new "ritual". Ginny Weasley. After that nasty hex last year, he vowed to make her life hell. And so far he was doing a good job…. A VERY good job.
He had found she stayed late after dinner on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Perfect for him and his "posse" to corner her and tease her. It was funny how weak she was without her friends. In fact why hadn't she stopped doing that after a month of him hue muting her? But that was her fault he reasoned.
Looking up, shaking off the thought's of Ginny Weasley. He found himself in a part of the dungeons he hadn't been in before. Most of been really lost in thought, he mused. Whatever. Then he heard it. A voice. He turned down the hallway. Eager to catch the person who ventured down here so late.
Taking another right he found the voice came out from behind a heavy oak door. Opening it easily, he found himself in a huge library. Decorated in Silver and Black. There was a roaring fire and in front of it sat a certain red head.
She was singing a scale. Her voice wasn't beautiful. It wasn't perfect. It wasn't even on pitch. But it was alive with something else. It warmed Draco as he listened to it. Then he turned his attention to the words.
"You say it isn't so
You promise but don't mean it
You parade before me
Showing off all your friends
Never pointing out their flaws
Polishing over details
Pointing out all my mistakes
The glint in your eyes grows brighter
Your words run together
You close in got the kill
And then here I stand
Trying to tune you out
Desperately not showing the hurt
Praying you can't see the pain
Caused by your harsh words
Fresh wounds open
You throw salt on the old ones
A burning in my soul starts
A fire comes alight
You gather and throw fuel on it
Till it all but consumes me
Surrounding me from within
And you stand outside that fire
Laughing and pointing
For all the things I've tried to be
And all the things I'm not"
Draco stood still, shocked by the weight of her words. The truth set in. But he wanted so for it to not be true.
"Well want do you think Malfoy?" She asked softly. Her voice waking Draco from his revere.
"Okay for a Weasley, but one thing. You never hid your hurt. And you need to add a line about trembling in fear. But then I really wouldn't expect much more from your lot." And then with one last sneer. He left as quietly as he came.
She let out a sigh. That was as much of a compliment she was going to get from Malfoy.
Ginny
Hurt and pain. Two things Ginny knew very well. Even if it didn't look like that from the outside. She was slowly dying on the inside. And she knew it but she didn't want to dwell on how far gone she was.
Life was good for Ginny. Or that's what a passerby would say looking at Ginny. And to Ginny that's what everyone was. Nobody ever stopped long enough to really get to know Ginny that well. They just took what they saw for granted. Everyone took from Ginny; no one ever gave.
Finally all the greedy taking wore Ginny down to what she was now. A ghost, a actor playing an wore out role. She's seen as a "happy" girl. And Ginny didn't see why she should tell people otherwise.
Now in her fifth year at Hogwarts. She was miserable. Tuesdays and Thursday were the worst. Colin finally got a girlfriend. And that was the days they had their "study dates". So when Ginny tagged along with them. She not only felt like a third wheel. But she got to see them stare longing at each other. And everyone else had paired off. So it was like that at any table.
Even in her own common room the wonder trio shunned her. Who if she sat 12 feet away. In between whispering to themselves they would glare at her. Till Ron came over and told her to "get lost". Besides Ginny would rather like to be alone.
Ginny's main hobby was writing poetry. She didn't know if she was any good and even if that was the case she didn't care. She wrote to let it all out. Then she sang them out loud. Finally really releasing it out of her system.
Then was the problem of finding a place to do this. A place where no one would stumble upon her. The dungeons were a perfect place for this.
Until Malfoy had started teasing her. But no matter what he said or what he did. She always stayed late after Tuesdays and Thursdays.
In a warped sense it made her feel special that someone noticed her. True it was Malfoy but her own brother never talked to her twice a week!
But alas! Things couldn't stay perfect. Malfoy had found her spot. Yet she went on into her poem. She might as well get it out if she was going to get detention.
Surprising her had just left. Even given her an off-handed compliment. She wondered what he was up to. But she still went back that Thursday. She had to. If she didn't she couldn't make it though the week. It was her last hope. The only thing Ginny still clung to.
As usual she got to her room after a rather unpleasant encounter with Malfoy. Drying off her tears she seated herself by the roaring fire. Pulling out her black leather bound journal. Filled with her poems. Took out her 5-year-old quill she started writing. When she finished she read over it. Cleared her voice and sang a scale.
Then she felt him enter. She could actually feel the cold aura he radiated. Feel the ice settle around her heart. Making it hard to breath. Taking in a breath she choked on how thick the air was. And still she went on singing.
"Something's I've seen aren't pretty
Some emotions I carry are ugly
And when it got to the point
When it didn't matter
I became damaged
So broken no one could repair me
Taped up, banged up, framed up
Even escaping within couldn't stop the pain
Crying out "Help!"
When no one even tried to fix my shattered world
Returned so many times
Just to be bought again
To learn to hope again
Then see it smashed again
Pray for a miracle
Even when I know it won't come
Try to hold on
Though I feel my grip slipping
To tired to call out
Knowing I won't be saved
For who wants to save a damaged girl?"
"Did you write that?" He asked breaking the spell that had settled over when Ginny had started singing.
"Yes" Ginny replied so soft he had to strain to hear her. Then he turned to walk out. Calling over his shoulder as he left:
"I would save her." Leaving Ginny more confused then before.