A/N: Hey everybody! It's Jay again. Since the poll I had on my page has ended with the result for a Harry Potter story, here it is! Don't get me wrong, I'm a huge Dramione fan, but I figured since Dramione would be the obvious choice for me, that I'd do this one instead. It's really just an experiment to see how this will turn out, considering I have no idea what exactly is going to take place in the story at the moment. Haha! :) Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do not own any of the Harry Potter characters.

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Ginny's P.O.V

Ginny closed her eyes and counted to ten as she stood by the lake, surrounded by Ron, Harry, and Hermione. She let out air through her nose and tried to unclench her fists as she opened her eyes, finding Harry still glaring at her with that superior expression he always seemed to wear nowadays. "Look Ginny, I don't want to fight again," He told her, his words buzzing around in her head, while the challenge in his green eyes told her he wouldn't mind arguing that she was the one in the wrong. "But could you please stop trying to be the center of attention all of the time? I don't understand why you have to be so possessive." He finished, in a voice that was so patronizing and infuriating that she almost cursed him right then and there.

Hermione shared a look with her that said everything Ginny was feeling. One that agreed that Harry and Ron were both being prats. Neither of them could believe how much winning the war last year had gone to their heads. Ever since the four of them had come back to Hogwarts to finish their final year, the 'Golden Trio' had been crowded with admirers almost every single day. It had gotten to the point where Hermione and Ginny couldn't even study together anymore, and had made Quidditch practice practically unbearable when she and Harry were coming off the field. But even with the lack of quiet in the common room or the crowded benches in the Great Hall at meal times, the most maddening thing that had happened since coming back had been how the two boys had changed. Both being surrounded by girls almost all day and night had turned the two into a bunch of condescending pompous gits. The only time Ron ever spent with Hermione was when he was asking her to do his homework, and the only time Ginny ever saw Harry was when he had girls hanging all over him.

The worse thing about the situation was how the boys would react if either of the two girls called them out on it. After all, Hermione 'knew' that there was no possible way Ron could spend more time with her when he was swamped with 'homework'. And Ginny 'knew' Harry didn't have any say about how the girls behaved around him. It wasn't their fault after all, they had saved the wizarding world and earned a fan club, so they really shouldn't be so possessive and jealous when it came to their relationships.

Thinking about it almost made Ginny roll her eyes, but of course, she was too caught up in Harry's latest 'problem with the girls' to dwell on his previous matters enough to want to roll her eyes. The only thing she wanted to do at the moment, was send Harry a bat-bogey hex so fierce it would wipe that supercilious smirk right off of his face.

The thing that had gotten the girls so upset this time, was coming down to the lake to find Harry and Ron, both with girls in their laps and a pair of tongues down their throats. The girls were just flustered enough to correctly assume that this wasn't a good time to be in the same area as Hermione and Ginny, and hastily gathered their things to run in the opposite direction. But the boys? The boys had the nerve to stand up and glare at them! And once Harry had finished scolding Ginny for being so 'possessive', with Ron nodding along to every word that came out of his mouth, Ginny had never felt more murderous or hurt in her life.

Ginny let out a shakier breath then the last time, and the tears that blurred her vision were so filled with emotion that she didn't know if they were from anger, hurt or a combination of the two. Because by this time, she finally realized that Harry just didn't care anymore about whether or not they stayed together. And despite all of the crap that he'd put her through over the past few months, the look in his eyes in that moment that told her he wouldn't stop, was the one that finally broke her.

Ginny looked at Harry through her tears, all of the fight gone out of her, all of the accusations gone from her lips, and the only thing that left her mouth was a heartbroken "Fine" that left Harry and Ron just as surprised as Hermione.

It was the triumphant smile on Harry's lips, and the expectant look on Ron's face that finally caused Hermione to snap.

"Don't you dare look at me like that, Ronald Weasley!" Hermione nearly shouted, causing most of the students around them to turn their heads. "Don't you dare look at me like you're going to get an apology, because you're not!" She stated.

Ron scowled at her furiously as the last of her words crossed her mouth. "Oh come off it Hermione -"

"No!" She howled, as everyone in hearing distance fell silent. "No I will not! I am sick and tired of taking a backseat in this relationship because you're too busy snogging every witch you set your eyes on. All you ever talk to me about is doing your homework for you. And for what? So you can shag the next girl who says that she's always loved the Great Ron Weasley?"

Ron's mouth fell open as Harry stared at her darkly. "We can talk about this later when you've stopped acting so childish and the whole school isn't watching, Hermione." Harry said quietly glancing at Ron to see him nodding with Harry in agreement, before the two of them started walking back to the Castle.

Ginny stayed quiet as she looked away from them with tears running down her face. Hermione saw them before Ginny turned away, and a new spark of fury was in her eyes when she turned back to look daggers at them both. "There won't be any need to talk about this later," She told them coldly, making Harry and Ron turn back around to look at her. She stared Ron in the eye. "Ron, we're done." She stated blackly.

"Sorry?" He questioned, confused.

"We're done," She told him again as if she were talking to a child. "I refuse to be in a relationship with someone as bigoted as you." She took Ginny's arm in her own and left them there gawking at her as they walked passed the other students back up to the castle.

Ginny didn't speak a word as they walked through the Entrance Hall and up the main staircase to the Heads' dormitory. Hermione spoke the password for her and they climbed through the portrait together to find the common room blissfully empty. They each sat on a couch one across from the other and were silent for a few moments before Hermione spoke.

"I never thought I'd actually do it," Hermione told her blankly. "It crossed my mind sometimes, but I never thought I would have to do it. I always thought things were going to go back to normal." Ginny could hear the break in her voice, though her face was void of emotion. Her expression was how Ginny felt on the inside. She felt empty. Raw. Utterly stretched to her breaking point, and then stretched even further.

'He doesn't care about me anymore.' Ginny thought despairingly. 'Oh god.'

Ginny rested her head between her knees and wrapped her arms around her legs. She heard a small whimpering sound and couldn't figure out where it was coming from before she realized it was her. She let out sob after sob before she heard Hermione do the same. Neither of them knowing how long they sat there like that, just letting themselves cry out their grief together.

It hurt to breathe. Every breath was like a cut, a scrape, and a gash all together, that protested the life that no longer held any significance for her. Her entire body shook with the ache and throbbing of her cries. And the only thing that her heart pumped through her veins was a biting cold that slowly left her numb from the inside out.

After a while, their weeping ended, and they were left with a quiet so thick, it seemed to permeate the air.

They sat there as the moment grew longer, until Hermione took a couch pillow and climbed the staircase that led to Ginny's room, leaving Ginny alone in the stillness of the night.

Draco's P.O.V

Draco stood in the corner by the stairwell that led to his room, half cast in shadow, looking at the Weaslette that still sat on the couch with a dead expression. Over the past few months, in all of the times he'd seen her with varying levels of emotion on her face (anger, fury and outrage to name a few), the heart-wrenching sadness he had seen while she'd been crying, had never been one of them.

Even Granger, who showed up from time to time even though she'd passed on the offer to be Head Girl to focus on her studies and relationship with Weasel, had never looked so devastated and vulnerable in his presence before. He wasn't entirely sure he enjoyed it.

Stepping out into the light of the room, he put his hands in his pockets and walked over, leaning over the couch and looking at her. "You missed McGonagall, Weaslette. She wants us to come up with an idea that will 'encourage house solidarity' or something or other." He told her adding his usual snarl to the effect. He waited for the usual insult or the threat of her hexing him, raising his eyebrows when they never came. "Yes I know, I thought it was ridiculous as well. What with us not being able to stand each other, why would she think it was a good idea to have us propose something? Of course it's not my fault," He goaded, trying to get a reaction out of her. "You're the one always acting like a control freak. Though I suppose since you're surrounded by a hundred different siblings you would feel the need to be the center of attention..."

He saw the anger in her eyes before he saw the wand.

"Oh yes because I always need to be the center of attention. I'm always the one in the wrong aren't I? It never has anything to do with the fact that you've been acting like a prat all year does it?" She held her wand up to his face as she came around the couch, backing him into a corner as he kept his expression neutral and his hands up. "Well you'll excuse me if I disagree with you. I'm sick and tired of you treating me like rubbish and blaming me for everything! Do you get off on pointing your finger at everyone but yourself?"

He could see the shaking in her wand, the tears in her eyes, and the amount of rage in her expression that wouldn't have been there if he'd said that insult on a normal day. And it clicked that what she was saying wasn't entirely being directed at him. 'For Merlin's sake Potter, what did you do?' He thought silently. He slowly inched himself toward her, careful not to make any sudden moves because he knew she'd actually curse him in the state she was in now.

"But no, I suppose it's impossible for you to be wrong isn't it? After all, you've spent your entire life thinking that you're right, why should it be any different now?" She asked him viciously.

The fact that he had managed to get so close to her without her noticing, proved that she wasn't really seeing him. And before she could come back to reality, he grabbed her wand hand and turned her around, holding her to his chest while he took her wand away from her and held her there. She flailed around trying to break free, but he held her arms together with his own.

"Let go of me!" She screamed as she almost pulled herself loose to physically hurt him. It made him all the more glad that he had managed to take her wand away.

"Weasley," He said, making her struggle more. "Weasley!" He called louder over her screaming, holding her tighter to him. "Calm down!"

"No! No, let go of me!" She yelled, a sob breaking through her words.

He hugged her to him, stopping her skirmishing as Blaise came through the portrait door to pause and look at the two of them in surprise. Draco only spared him a second's glance before he slowly lowered her to the floor, calmly hushing her crying as he went. "Shh, shh. It's okay." He told her gently as she sat there weeping in his arms. Zabini looked at him in confusion and he was silently grateful that he didn't say anything to stir her back up.

She turned her face in to his shoulder and he almost let her go in surprise as she clenched his shirt in her fist. Her red hair covered her head like a blanket and hid her face away from them as she sobbed continuously. Her weeping growing quieter as time went by, the grasp of her fist growing weaker, until there was nothing left but the quiet sounds of her breathing.

He let out a breath and relaxed his arms before he looked up at Zabini, who still stood there with his eyebrows raised in confusion.

"Give me a moment," Draco told him quietly before he cradled her in his arms and stood up. "Help me get her upstairs." He ordered him, taking her up the stairwell to her room, hearing Zabini coming up the stairs behind him, and opening the door as Draco waited. Both of them walked in to see Granger asleep on one side of the bed.

He walked her over to the mattress and set her down gently, bringing over a pillow and laying it under her head before pulling the blankets over her and walking out with Blaise right behind him.

"So what exactly was that about?" Zabini asked him as they walked down the stairs and back into the common room.

Draco sat on the couch, leaning his head against the back of it and groaning before he answered him. "No doubt it has something to do with Potter," He stated closing his eyes and feeling a weight shift on the other end of the couch as Zabini sat down. "Never seen her bawl her eyes out over anything other than him. And never like that."

"Okay, than what was up with you?" Zabini asked. The tone in his voice made Draco open his eyes to look at him, seeing him staring back with a slight smirk on his face.

"What are you on about?" He snapped.

Zabini snorted and gazed at him with mockery in his eyes. "Well you know, it's not every day that I walk in here to see you holding her in your arms, oh so gently,"

Draco glowered at him before he pulled out her wand to show him. "That's because," He said with his scowl still in place as Zabini's eyes landed on the wand and he blinked in shock. "I was trying to calm her down so she wouldn't jinx me." He finished, laying the wand on the table beside him. "Any other clever remarks?" He snarled.

Zabini held up his hands in a gesture of surrender.

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Draco had just come through the portrait hole the next morning bringing in lunch when the two girls were making their way down the stairs. He quietly set the food down on the table by the fireplace and took some for himself before going to sit on the couch. He'd heard them up earlier, but neither of them had come down for breakfast.

They both sat down at the table and ate, none of them saying a word as they finished. After they were done, the girls gathered their things to go downstairs, and Draco caught Weasley before she could follow Granger out of the portrait. "Here." He said, handing her her wand. She paused before she took it and they both stood there in an awkward silence, only a step away from each other. "You okay now Weaslette?" He asked her softly, making her look up at him.

She stood there for a second longer before she turned away and climbed out the portrait, Draco's eyes following her until she was gone from his sight.

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End A/N: Okay that's it! Yay! I had no idea how this was going to turn out when I was writing it because I didn't have a plot in my head as I was typing. I really, really like it! I think I'm going to make another chapter to see what happens next because I'm super curious myself. Well I guess I'm done. Leave reviews to tell me what you thought and favorite if you liked it! It really helps me out a lot :) Bye!