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Perfect In Weakness
Ginny sobbed and wiped a tear away with the back of her hand as she went through the small trunk. The curtains were pulled on the window, and the only light came from two lone candles on the desk. With no one else in the room, Ginny supposed her imagination was getting away with her. After all, there wasn't anyone watching her so intensely that it made the hair on her arms stand up, was there? She turned. No, she didn't think so.
She turned back to the small trunk sitting beside her on the bed. Harry and Ron had been in there helping her earlier, but upon finding the trunk she had run them off. She didn't think Hermione would have wanted them to see what was in the trunk; the trunk Hermione simply called "Draco's Trunk." Hell, Ginny wasn't even sure if Harry and Ron knew about Hermione's one-year affair with Draco Malfoy. It was probably best if she didn't tell them. At least, not yet.
She found an old, leather-bound journal, and her blood ran cold. The journal gave her shivers; it looked almost identical to the diary of Tom Riddle that Ginny had tried so desperately to put out of her mind. Repressing all her old memories and reminding herself that she was doing this for Hermione, Ginny opened the journal.
It was an entire account of Hermione's sixth year at Hogwarts. Harry and Ron would probably like to have this, or see it, at least, Ginny thought, reading. They would have especially enjoyed the entire month of September, where Hermione seemed to rant about Draco quite a lot, insulting him with words her friends had never heard comeout of her mouth. But by October, Hermione was, in a very logical and calculated way (You'd think she wrote it just to have someone else read it! Ginny thought, exasperated) dealing with the fact that she may have liked Malfoy.
By Halloween, they were dating.
"Maybe Harry and Ron shouldn't see this," Ginny said, putting the journal aside. One day, she promised herself, she was going to read the whole thing. For Hermione.
And also, she was–she admitted–the tiniest bit curious.
After shuffling through a few bits of random nothings, she found a slightly yellowed piece of parchment dated early March, 1997.
Just like Malfoy. Be a drama queen and kill yourself on the Ides of March, Draco.
"Mother of Merlin, not again," Ginny muttered. Looking at the parchment, she began to read--for the second time that day--a song sent from one dead lover to the other.
To Hermione:
Sick of circling the same road
Sick of bearing the guilt
So open the windows to cool off
And heat pours in instead
Perfect in weakness All my efforts to clean me I'm tired to be honest Perfect in weakness Perfect in weakness I tried to kill you You save me Perfect in weakness Perfect in weakness
I'm only perfect in just your strength alone
Leave me putrid and filthy
And how can you look at me
When I can't stand myself
I'm nobody
I'm only perfect in just your strength alone
I'm only running in just your strength alone
You tried to save me
I'm only perfect in just your strength alone
I'm only running in just your strength alone
Love, Draco
Fin
A/N: I honestly didn't mean for "Sorrow All Around Me" to get another chapter added to it. But a reviewer, Schermionie, said they would be interested in hearing Draco's song (I'm assuming the one he tells her he's going to write by the lake...I can't think of another song besides that one...Sorry if that's not the one you mean). How can I refuse something from my reviewers? This is the best way I could think of to present Draco's song. Who knows? Maybe I could drag another chapter out of this incredibly sad thing.
--The Witch and the Saint