How To Kill An Angel
She didn't want to feel anything. No, she wished to become numb to the pain, all that young Ginevra Weasley wanted to do was simply disappear into the nothingness that she felt inside. She wanted to just curl up into a little ball and cease to be, every breath she took sent waves of agony straight into her soul. She would have given him everything that she had to give; he only had but to ask. She had trusted him, confided in him the things that no other human being knew; her worst nightmares. And he had betrayed her. She had spent so much time waiting for him, six years of hoping, praying and dreaming that he would finally notice her. Now look where it had gotten her,
Ginny had wanted him for so long that she was blinded to the person that he truly was, though his true colors had come through when she had caught him cheating on her and he decided to inform her that if she was enough to please him then he wouldn't be forced to seek the attention elsewhere. Bastard. Even then, after he had said those cruel words to her, she forgave him. After that he had promised to be faithful to her, apologized for the things that he had said. Then it started, he started being overly possessive and controlling, treating Ginny as if she were nothing but a piece of property.
When Ginny finally stood up to him and told him that he couldn't keep treating her this way, that she wasn't his property and that it was over, He had struck her hard across the face then slammed her against the wall screamed at her that she must have been fooling herself, she was indeed his property, she had shown him that the day she threw herself at him like the pathetic piece of worthless shit that she was. At that point and time, she was ripped from the wall by her hair and shoved towards the mirror where he then continued to scream at her about how worthless she was and how he was the only one who pitted her enough to even allow her to be with him, because he was the only one who would ever want her, and that no one could ever love her like he did. At that time, he threw her to the ground and kicked her in the side while screaming things that Ginny could not recall due to the great amount of pain that she was in. Sobbing and begging for him to stop he finally did and, crouched down next to her and whispered ever so softly that she looked like shit and to clean herself up. He promised to return and if her appearance wasn't acceptable he promised that he would make her pay for it . And with that he arose and simply walked from that room as if nothing, nothing at all had happened…
Ginny could taste her own blood in her mouth. She struggled to keep herself upright for she was extremely dizzy. He must have hit her head hard because there was a throbbing pain in her temple worse than any headache she had ever experienced, everything was blurry and she couldn't think straight, though one thing was clear, she needed to get away, run before he comes back or things would be much worse for her, She no longer knew what he would or wouldn't do, he wasn't the person she remembered. She staggered to the door, and as soon as she was out she started running. Where? She didn't care at the moment, all Ginny cared about was putting as much distance between herself and Harry as possible.
Yes, Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, the chosen one, the savior of the wizarding world, was the one who was causing her so much pain, both emotional and physical. The things he had said to her left her dumbfounded. Who was this man? He definitely wasn't who she had thought he was, who he used to be so long ago. Ginny felt as if her entire world had fallen apart and she couldn't bear it, maybe that was why she was running.
Ginny ran through corridor after corridor, not paying much attention to where she was going, when she ran straight into something. 'Of coarse' she thought, just my luck, all she wanted was to get away, Harry would be coming for her soon. If her senses had been about her she would have realized that two strong arms held her, keeping her from falling to the ground. She was of a singular mind frame, run. Then the 'something' spoke. " Merlin what happened to you?" Ginny looked up startled, she knew that voice, she met his concerned eyes, grey, she also knew those eyes.
Draco Malfoy stood in front of her, his arms were the ones keeping her from falling to the cold, hard ground. In his voice she could hear true concern that matched the look in his eyes. Suddenly Ginny remembered what he was keeping her from, she needed to get away, quickly she slid out of Draco's grasp, her chest heaving her eyes full of unshed tears threatening to spill over and then she started to run Ginny only made it about two or three steps before her legs gave out from under her she started to fall, she braced herself for the crash, but it never came. Draco had caught her again. Ginny tried to slip out of his arms, but he only held her tighter. Finally she gave up, having secretly hoped that her sad attempt would fail.
Draco held her to him and she sobbed openly in his chest finally giving in and letting the tears come. Draco made no attempt to stop her or pull away, instead he held her tighter, hugging her to his body, he leaned down and whispered words of comfort in her ear, and it calmed her.
By this time Ginny's legs were much too weak to support her, but it didn't matter, Draco was holding her up, somewhere deep inside her she knew that he wouldn't let her fall. Why he was doing this? She didn't know. Then she heard his voice, the voice she dreaded to hear, Harry. He was coming their way. Ginny looked up at Draco with frightened eyes, she whispered one word not trusting her voice to manage more than that "please" Draco seemed to understand what she was asking, nodding he gently picked her up and carried her behind a statue of a dragon, he set her down making sure to help her to the ground and lean against the wall. "Stay here." he instructed her. Then he disappeared.
Potter rounded the corner his eyes searching, he was talking to himself in a low voice but Draco could hear. "Where is she? That little bitch is going to pay when I find her." Harry hadn't noticed Draco standing there until he spoke. You know, talking to yourself is a sure sign of insanity right? The war really fucked you up didn't it Potter?" he said in a taunting manner. "Shut the fuck up Malfoy!" Quirking a brow at this sad attempt of a retort that was thrown his way (Harry might as well have said "oh yeah? But still..."), a sly smile crept across his aristocratic features as Draco then spoke. "Might I ask who you're looking for? Who this uh… 'little Bitch' is?" He inquired and Harry threw him a look of distaste. "None of your goddamned business…" He snapped. "Oh my, my! A bit touchy aren't we? The words of a scored…. Well, whatever you are, after all, what kind of a woman wouldn't throw themselves at The-Boy-Who-Lived?" Harry didn't look all too pleased with this comment, but before he had a chance to say something in return to Draco the blonde haired man spoke once more as he glanced at his watch. "Well now…It's -past- curfew…I'm going to be forced to ask you to return to your… common room. I mean, after all, I am head-boy and as such, I'm honor bound to keep students in line. Also, considering the fact of the time, grace period has come and gone. So Potter, congratulations are in order I see. You will be joining a slew of other first years in the Potions room at seven p.m. for detention." Upon hearing this, boy-wonder's eyes locked upon the form that stood before him and a rather strange smile formed upon his face. "You know…I wouldn't act so high and mighty if I were you. And thankfully, I'm not." Draco looked at him and chuckled. "Now, whatever do you mean by that?" He said in an almost sing-song voice to Harry. Which further infuriated the man and through gritted teeth he spoke once more to Draco.
"You spoke of the war… Although you 'claimed' to be on our side, Merlin knows that you played for them as well. You're just like your fucking father." Draco unmoved by this notion simply quirked a brow. "Honestly? Really? Woooow. I never would have guessed! Damn…" Draco said and raised a hand to his chin in an inquisitive manor as he glanced at the statue to be sure of Ginny's safety. "You had better watch your step Malfoy.." Harry warned. Draco simply smirked
"Oh, now we're resorting to making threats are we?" Draco said in a bored voce "anything else?" This infuriated Harry even more, his face turned as red as a tomato. Before Harry had the chance to respond though, the unmistakable meow that belonged to Mrs. Norris sounded close by followed by the voice of Filch saying something to it. Harry straightened and said "Well, I've got to get back anyway, but mark my words Malfoy, this is far from over!"
Draco shrugged and smirking said "Enjoy detention Potter." Harry glared at him before stalking away in a huff. Draco watched him disappear around the corner before turning and striding over to the statue where Ginny waited. She was trembling visibly, when she met his eyes though, there was a look of relief and amazement in her brown eyes, she smiled slightly. "Can you hang in there for just a little longer? Filch is coming this way, as soon as he's gone, we'll get out of here." Ginny nodded and he disappeared again. Ginny heard him briefly converse with Filch and the sound of his retreating footsteps, then he appeared once more. Taking her hand he helped her to stand, steadying her when she wobbled, and placing a arm around her waist for support led her through the corridors and through a door she did not recognize.
The room was sheer elegance, the walls a color of a soft winter's eve, the blue meshing beautifully with the subtle grays. "And after all this time… I thought that your room would be green…" Ginny said softly as she released his hand and began to look about the private quarters that only a head boy or head girl would have.
"One would think…" Draco responded and sat himself in an oversized chair. His silver eyes watched Ginny quietly, studying her every move, calculating her next movement and a soft smile came to his face and he spoke softly. "So you've pictured my room? What else have you pictured?" A royal flush came over Ginny's face, she turned ever so slowly to face him and she quirked a brow. "Well…. Allow me to tell you…That it has -nothing- to do with you…" She said coyly. "Oh? It hasn't? Then who? Po-"
At that exact moment, Ginny charged over and stood before him, they didn't stand eye to eye and that didn't quite make her happy. So climbing upon either arm of the chair and looked down on him, before becoming suddenly woozy and falling, only to have strong arms catch her once more. "You know… You can't keep doing things like that." Draco said and Ginny narrowed her eyes. "Shove it." She snapped as best she could and the man smiled. "I'm sorry… Forgive me?" He said and Ginny looked at him oddly and spoke softly.
"Did the great Draco Malfoy just apologize and ask for forgiveness?" She said and he chuckled.
"Well… The war has changed all of us." He replied and picked her up, walked to the couch where he laid her down and looked at her injures. Sighing he rose once more and walked to a small cabinet where he pulled out a vile then walked back over to her, sat beside her and offered it to her. "Drink." He said softly, and Ginny, a bit confused looked at the bottle, then at him. "Trust me… Just drink." He said and removed the cork and looked at her. So, in watching the sincerity in his eyes she put it to her lips and smiled. "Bottoms up." the potion slid easily down her throat a warming feeling came over her, and the pain in her head lessened considerably. "Thank you" Ginny whispered. "Where else are you hurt? I'm fairly good at healing but if your injuries are severe then I can't do much to help, I'm guessing that you don't want to go to the infirmary because they would ask too many questions, correct?" Ginny nodded and lowered her eyes in shame, Draco placed a hand under her chin and lifted her eyes to meet his once more.
"Listen to me, what.. What Potter did...That is in NO way your fault, you know that right?" Ginny nodded, her body agreed, but her eyes told the lie. Praying that Draco didn't read to far into it he smiled and got up and walked away.
Scratching his head he turned around he then pointed a finger straight in the air "IDEA!" then suddenly his hand fell "I forgot…" Ginny simply laughed at him. That was the point after all to make her laugh, he had succeeded in that. Draco pointed at her with a smile "I win!" Ginny looked puzzled at this "huh?" she said greatly confused. "Who are you and what have you done with Malfoy?" He smirked at her "Draco is currently on vacation in Italy so I, his nicer twin, am filling in for him until he returns," he joked, Ginny chuckled at this, then Draco turned to look at her seriously "Like I said the war has changed us all."