DIscalimer: The characters belong to J.K. Rowling. Originally plot belongs to a friend I just wrote it.

Sumarry: One will save the other

You can decide if it is in Ginny's point of veiw or Hermione's.

I whisper the words, "I'd do anything for you."

You reply, "Then just go away."

I can't, I can't leave you on the edge of this cliff. "I'm not going ot let you do this," I sob my words chocking on despair. Your back is facing me, and your muscles are tense. Tears fall down my face, and I know I am never going to be able to leave you. "Please," I beg, "don't do this."

"Why? What do I have left? I'v lost everything important to me." You turn to face me, and anger lights up your eyes. The brown eyes I came to love that usually is set a light with laughter is now filled with rage. "There is no where left to go, just down. Why should I wait around, waiting for life to kick me in my face again?" You try to mask the agony that is so clearly in your voice, but I've known you since we were kids and I know you better than that. You fall down on your knees sobbing, and hesitantly I step towards you. Placing my hand on your shoulder I try to give you some comfort. Standing back up, you throw my hand off your shoulder, and step up towards the ledge. You have one foot over, and I run forward. I'm a split second too late, because I was frozen. All I could think was how I can't let this happen.

I grab your hand and pull you back, using every bit of my strength, but I'm too late. Your already falling. I refuse to let go, I pull with all my might, but gravity wins and pulls us over. We fall, and I push you on top of me, my back to the ground. At the last second I push up, managing to get rid of most of your momentum. Those last few seconds I spent looking into your eyes give me strength to do so. I hit the ground, and you land softly my body cushioning your impact. My thoughts fade, and my vision gets hazy. Slowly I lift my head to see you staring at me, and I manage a weak smile. "Your okay." Than I pass out.

I wake up in a hosptial bed, and the next few days pass by in a blur. Reporters, doctors, scientists, they all want to talk to me. About my paralyzed, broken but still working body. My body is weak, and the only reason why I'm still hanging on is because I need to see you. I ignore all of them, the only thing I want is to see you. To know your okay, and that you want try and jump again. When they finally hook up the speech machine, the first thing I say is your name. When they finally let you come in, my heart starts beating again. In an electronic voice not my own I manange to whisper, "In a few weeks, I'm probably going to die for you." For those few seconds I was staring into your lovely brown eyes, but after I said that, your gaze dropped.

"I don't want you to die for me." You say, sorrow showing in every fiber of your being. I know, even now, I want to live for you. I made my choice though, and I'd do it again, as long as you live, my life is complete.

"In a few weeks I'm going to lose my organs." You smiled weakly at that. They rolled in a machine and the designs. In the center lay a fake heart.

You look at my and you whisper, "I've learned a lot of things from you. If theres one thing you taught me, that I'm going to remember for the rest of my life, its that just because something is lost to you, doesn't mean you can't get it back." Than you pulled out a ring. Not the ring that you pulled of off that mans finger as his house brunt to the ground. No, it was the one I gave to you. The one I thought you threw away.

"I thought," I started to say, but you placed your finger gently on my lip.

"Sometimes," you say softly, staring into my eyes, "sometimes you have to lose something to get something better." Than you lean in and kiss me.

AN: Yeah, yeah I know! I should be working on my other story but I'll get around to it! I promise! Review :)