I Want To Help You...?
Disclaimer : I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, I wouldn't be writing this. Moving on...
Chapter 1 : Why Do You Care?
No P.O.V.
It was a cool, crisp September morning, a day just perfect for death, according to a young Ginny Weasley. She had once again been awoken by one of her nightmares. Here lately, she'd been having these dreams in which everyone she cared about turned against her and after a while she had begun to believe them. In this particular dream, she was cornered by the Golden Trio. Ron told her that she wasn't good enough to be a Weasley since she was the only girl, Hermione told her that she needed to back off of Harry because he was her man, and Harry told her that there was no point in trying to be with him since he could get any girl he wanted. She shivered at the memory of their harsh words and before she could talk herself out of it, conjured a knife and walked down to the Common Room.
"Ginny? Where are you going?" asked someone sitting over by the fireplace.
"Jeez, Mione! You scared me! What are you doing up so early anyway?" she asked, avoiding the question at hand.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you but I always get up this early. You don't though, so back to my question, where are you going?" She was getting slightly more suspicious with each passing second.
"Silly, silly Mione. I'm just going for a walk. Go back to your studying." she said and ran out the of the room before another question could be asked.
'Whew, that was close,' she thought, reaching into her pocket to make sure her blade was still there. 'I'd better hurry.'
She looked up and down the corridor making sure no one was around and then proceeded to make her way to the Astronomy Tower.
She slowly opened the door and walked over to the ledge. 'Here goes nothing.' She retrieved the blade from her pocket and brought it to her wrist and sliced, loving the warm rush of blood trickling down her arm. Then she put one foot over the edge and prepared to jump. '3...2...' Before she could make it to 1, she heard the door creaking open. 'Shit! Who could that be? Ohh! I bet it's Hermione. Of course she would follow me. Oh great, here we go.' The voice that followed, however, did not belong to Hermione.
"Weaslette? What the hell? What are you doing?!"
"Go away Malfoy. I'm a little busy here."
"With what? Trying to off yourself? You get down from there! Hang on...your arm is bleeding! Why is your arm bleeding, Weaslette?!" he shrieked.
"Oh gee, look at that. My arm IS bleeding. How odd." she said sarcastically. holding up her bloody knife.
"Weaslette! You didn't...do that to yourself...did you?"
"I did. Why do you care anyway? You hate me, remember?"
"Oh right! Um...sleep deprivation, dunno what I'm saying. Anyway, as you were." he said turning on his heel and leaving her alone.
'...that was weird. Anyway...' her thought was interrupted by the sound of thousands of feet thundering about the castle. 'Shit. People are awake. Ugh. I guess I'll try again tomorrow since I was hoping to be the only one awake for this.' and with that she cast a concealment charm on her wrist and made her way down to the Great Hall for breakfast.
She walked into the Great Hall and sat down at the Griffindore table across from Ron and between Harry and Hermione. She had no intention of actually eating anything and was staring blankly at her empty plate when she heard a cough behind her. She and the trio looked up to find none other than. Draco Malfoy.
"What do you want ferret?" questioned Harry, a myterious twinkle in his eyes.
"Shove off, Potter. I'm here to talk to Weaslette."
"What do you want Malfoy?" the Weaslette in question asked.
"I want to know why."
"Why what?" asked Hermione.
"Why -" Draco started.
"Why I didn't finish my Charms essay!" Ginny interjected before Draco could blow her cover.
The Slytherin, catching the hint, merely narrowed his eyes and said, "Why?"
"I don't think that's any of your business. Now if you'll excuse me..." she trailed off and turned back to her "breakfast".
"Not so fast, Weaslette!" Draco grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her back around saying, "It may not be my business, but don't you think it's theirs'?" he asked pointing at the trio. "Now I suggest you tell me why. Unless, of course, you want them to know."
"Ugh! Come on, Malfoy!" she exclaimed jumping up and dragging him out of the hall, leaving the trio to stare after them in confusion and slight amusement.
"Easy Weaslette! Precious cargo here!" Draco whined as he was pushed out the door.
"Damn it, Malfoy! What do you want from me?" Ginny shrieked when they made it out of the hall.
"I want to know why you're so bloody stupid!" he yelled. "I want to know what could be so bad that you would want to kill yourself." he added, his voice much softer.
"Oh please. You don't care. No one does!" she yelled and bolted down the corridor before the tears could fall.
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Author's Note : Well there it is. The first chapter of my first fanfic. What do you guys think? And by the way, there IS a reason Draco's acting so weird, but you'll just have to wait to find out what that is. But...for the sole purpose of my amusement, any guesses as to what the reason is? Review now, yes? :)
