Hey all! Ok, so this is my 1st fanfic, so I'm srry if it sucks. I'm trying! Anways, you have to tell me how you like the story, got it? Ok! Oh, & i need a beta. Any one wanna be my beta?

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the other characters related to him. I do own Amy though, and the lovely dream that I own Draco!

Chapter 1

Draco sat on his bed with a book open on his lap, trying to ignore the screaming coming from down the hall, but failing miserably. Instead, he turned on his radio, trying to block out the noise. It helped a little, but didn't completely block out the noise. He didn't think anything could.

After the last war, Draco's father had become an alcoholic, and very abusive. Luscius was constantly yelling and fighting with Draco, while Narcissa just tried to stay out of his way, but, as they lived in the same mansion, failed miserably.

Draco was tired of all the yelling and fighting at Malfoy Manor. He wished it would just stop, but he knew that wouldn't happen soon. Draco rested his head in his hands and tried to swallow the tears forming in his eyes and threatening to spill over. He just barely achieved his goal.

'Well,' he thought, 'at least I'll be leaving for Hogwarts next week.' He suddenly felt a pang of guilt. 'But what will happen to Mother?' he thought. He wouldn't be able to stand it if his father killed his mother. He loved her dearly and could not stand the thought of losing her.

Unable to stand the screaming any longer, Draco reached under his bed and pulled out his knife. He brought the cold blade across his skin, and was suddenly calmed by the pain and the sight of the crimson tide steadily flowing from the gash. Draco was reminded he was human, no matter how much his father refused to admit it. He added two more cuts, then fell asleep after placing the knife back underneath his bed.

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Ginny sat on her bed, trying to read, but unwelcome thoughts of what happened to her last year kept coming into her mind. She couldn't believe he did that to her. It happened four months ago, and Ginny was still in shock.

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Ginny felt the rough hands of the monster all on her body. She could feel him thrashing at her clothes, pulling them off. She was naked, and he was on top of her, hitting her, slapping her, bruising her. She couldn't believe he could do this to her. She loved him, and she thought he loved her, respected her. 'I guess not,' she thought.

Those hideous green eyes were boring into her golden-brown ones, but Ginny didn't look away. Even though her whole body was in pain, she showed none of it to this monster. Weakness in the face of this monster meant giving up in her mind. She refused to show any sign of weakness to him.

The rush of different emotions plaguing her mind was overwhelming her. She felt betrayed, lost, lonely, hurt, angry, sad, and so many other emotions she couldn't describe.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, he got off of her, spit on the floor that was surrounding her, got dressed, and left her lying on the cold floor, alone, scared, hurt. She vowed she would never let anyone do this to her again.

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Ginny cried at the memory. She finally reached into her locked drawer and brought out her most precious possession: her knife. She held onto the handle and placed the cold blade on her bare arm, already sporting several red cuts from other times such as this when she remembered that horrible night. As soon as the cold blade touched her skin, she suddenly felt calmer. In one swift motion, Ginny brought the knife across her arm. She watched as the blood gushed out and slowly streamed down her arm. She felt calm, but at the same time, very alert. What if someone in her family saw her? She pushed that thought away from her mind.

Ginny added a few more cuts to her collection, until she now had four new bleeding cuts on her arm. She put her knife back away and bent over, placing her head on the bed. That night, Ginny cried herself to sleep, just like many of the other nights.

A/N: so, how did you like it? Review!!! Oh, and, by the way, it doesn't matter to me if you flame me, but just so you know, if you say something stupid, I will be forced to completely humiliate you, just for the lack of anything else better to do, and because I cant stand stupid people. (That's why I don't talk to myself anymore!) Anyway... REVIEW!!! And if you don't, I will be forced to dog-nap fluffy and sick him on you!

Oh, yeah, and if you don't like the way I changed this chappy, well, you can just go cry to someone who cares, because, truthfully, I don't!

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