Disclaimer: Nothing here is mine. I am henceforth disowning this plot, and it is no longer the fruit of my brain seeds.
Just kidding, it's still mine.
Just the plot though.
Nothing else.
Enjoy :)
Hermione sat in the observation tower again, this time knowing better than she had one month ago. She had asked Ginny to accompany her there and watch over her, as she was the only person that she trusted enough to tell about that incident. She was the only one who knew what she had tried to do. Except, that is, for one Draco Malfoy.
'Why did you do it, 'Mione?' the red-head asked her companion, 'Why did you do it with a noose? I mean, there are plenty of spells- however horrible they may seem- that would do exactly the same thing.'
Hermione looked up at Ginny, her expression showing deep thought. 'I guess I wanted to die a muggle, not a witch. In a way, I suppose I thought it could bring me closer to my mother.'
Ginny turned to face Hermione, unable to grasp some part of the story. 'Then what made you reconsider?'
She cared for her friend, but at times found her extremely difficult to read. As the youngest Weasley waited for her friend to answer her, she slipped to the sitting position at her side.
Hermione froze, realising what Ginny had asked her. 'Do I tell her? Do I really tell her that Draco, the most self-centered, annoying spoiled brat ever to walk the halls of Hogwarts had saved my life?'
She thought it over and some small part of her realised that she was just trying to save herself from embarrassment. She wasn't able to talk herself down, but the one she loathed most out of everyone she knew had done it with ease. There was no way that that was ever going to come to light. Not if she had her way.
Hermione sat anxiously, wishing this particular question had never been asked. 'Damn that girl and her inquisitive nature.'
But maybe Ginny was just being a good friend, helping her to get her feelings out in the open. In that case, Hermione should answer the question truthfully.
She ran through all the options in her head: If she told Ginny the truth, What would she say? But if she lied, how would she feel knowing that she had answered untruthfully. It was quite unlike her to lie, especially to a friend. Still, there were a lot of things she had done in the last month that were unlike her, and others around her were rapidly following suit.
'I just didn't think mum would want me to die so young.' She lied, guilt flooding every organ in her body immediately as the words escaped her mouth. Ginny reacted with a thoughtful hum, agreeing with Hermione, who now felt even worse.
A few seconds of silence between the two girls caught Hermione blurting out the real reason as to her survival.
'Dammit, Ginny. I'm a terrible liar.'
Ginny seemed slightly perplexed at this, so Hermione continued.
'I didn't change my mind on my own, someone helped me down.' She admitted. However, before she could explain the whole situation, Ginny had interrupted: 'I don't care how you got down. As long as you are alive, it doesn't matter.'
Hermione tried to explain to Ginny that it was more than just that. Draco had been the one to coax her down, and in a total lapse of judgement- she had kissed him. Kissed him. Draco Malfoy.
It seemed stupid to dwell on a single action, Especially one that had taken place a month ago and that noone had spoken of since. But this seemed more serious than that.
'Gin, I didn't change my mind on my own because, well, Draco found me mid-jump. H-he caught me and…' She failed to complete the sentence, for it seemed too humiliating to share with even her best friend.
Ginny processed the information she had just heard. Draco Malfoy had helped a Gryffindor? A Muggle-born Gryffindor?
The words played again in her head. "Malfoy found me mid-jump…"
Wait. No, what? She said Draco, not Malfoy. When had she started doing that?
Ginny determined that Hermione's situation needed some serious thought.
The tension that soon grew between the two friends could be cut with a knife. Why did Ginny always have nothing to say when it mattered the most? More often than not, she could hardly control her tongue.
Hermione looked down at the small yet ornate, silver watch adorning her wrist, and her eyes grew. 'Oh no, I'm going to be late for potions! I don't think Snape would need another reason to hate me, so I'd better get going.' Both girls felt thankful for the distraction that had cut their exchange short.
Ginny absent-mindedly watched as Hermione hurried to her next lesson, before realising that she too had to leave for class.
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The young Weasley girl flopped herself onto her bed. Why was she always the one to go to when things went wrong. Was it because she listened? Hardly. She just had nothing to say. Was it the closeness they all felt with her? Not really. Sometimes she found herself in deep conversation with people she barely knew, with the exception of a few words on the way to class.
She felt significant, but at the same time, extremely unhelpful. Ginny had never even come close to some of the situations that had become common topics among friends that had chosen to confide in her. This often led to long awkward moments where she was supposed to give advice, or reassure that everything was going to be okay.
Hermione's state of affairs was hardly any exception.
Ginny had never had a relative die, especially not one as close as a mother, and she was hoping that wasn't about to happen any time soon. She had never tried to commit suicide, and could never imagine wanting to die.
Ginny desperately wanted to give some advice, and at least try to make things better. But how could she advise Hermione when she had never been in the situation before?
She didn't know how it felt to be in Hermione's position. She couldn't give advice on something like that. What would she say? She couldn't tell Hermione that everything would turn out alright eventually, because she didn't honestly know herself.
A/N: Super-dooper sorry to my reader (Should it be pluralised?) for the total lack of doing stuff. I have no real explanation for my hiatus, other than it starts with 'I' and ends with 'talian test'.
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