Nothing belongs to me.
II: Broken
The war left people dead, families broken, hers included.
It was too much, to bear, to handle. So she did what the only thing she could at the time and walked away.
She wasn't surprised to find herself at the top of the Astronomy Tower. Often, she had come here, the past year, sometimes to think or to cry. And sometimes she would just come well, just because. It wasn't surprising she would come here while the rest of her family was down in the Great Hall, huddled around Fred's body. What was surprising, however, was the fact that she wasn't alone.
She would recognize that platinum blond head anywhere, seeing that she spent a good quarter of her life at Hogwarts glaring at the back of it.
They didn't speak, but instead both stared out at the dark grounds, at the damage done.
After a while, the sun began to rise. It was then, finally, Malfoy spoke.
"Isn't it beautiful?"
"Yeah," she breathed. And in that instant, the tears Ginny had been holding back, in the Great Hall fell, fell, and she began to weep.
Her sobs were stifled quickly though, by the sudden hand that had captured her own. She returned the pressure gratefully, though unable to fully understand it really.
She supposed it only made sense: after all, broken things could be fixed.
