AN: I put a link to a picture of a knife similar to Ginny's in the last chapter, but it didn't work, I'm going to try again now
If that didn't work please go to google and click images then look up 'black rose knife' it's the first picture.
Yeah, I have read Silver Scars by Opaque. I actually forgot all about having read that. I hope my story is not too much like hers (his?) I can't really remember much about that story. It will probably become different; don't have much planned for this story yet. Well, I have a little plan.
Chapter 2
Ginny was so glad that it was finally the weekend. She could just sit around and do nothing if she wanted. She could go to Hogsmeade tomorrow and have a good time. She would avoid the people who would ask questions and say things like:
"How are you, are you really alright?"
"It must be horrible to lose a sibling."
"I know you family's really close, this must be so hard for you."
"I know how you feel."
Didn't those people realize that they were just bringing pain back to her by asking questions and giving their 'sympathy'? Nobody could really understand what it was like for her, not even her family.
Fred had known about Ginny's cutting herself. It had all started in her second year. After her mishap in the Chamber of Secrets in her first year Ginny had become very depressed. Fred had helped her out of her depression. But when she entered her third year Fred became interested in other things, like girls and quidditch, and he rather forgot about his little sister. Ginny became depressed again and by her fourth year she was cutting. Fred caught her cutting one night in the summer and stole her knife, thus stopping the cutting for a little while. But soon Ginny was finding other things with which she could hurt herself with. Finally in her fifth year she stopped cutting by herself.
But then, Fred had been murdered and Ginny didn't know what to do with herself and had started cutting again. She had bought herself a blade and had been cutting ever since.
Draco didn't know what to do. His Grandmother, and his Mother, had been the only good things in his life so far. But now his Grandmother was dead. She had always been against Voldemort and she was a good person. Which was why she was killed by a Death Eater the night before last.
Draco had always been close to his Grandmother. His Father had forbidden him to see her or spend time with her. But that never really stopped her. She used to send him things all the time. Sometimes she would meet Draco at Hogsmeade while he was there from school. He was supposed to meet her at Hogsmeade tomorrow.
Draco walked to his dorm, he had been in the Great Hall and had received a letter from his mother. The halls were pretty much empty because everyone was eating lunch. The dorm was also empty when Draco got there but he could never be too sure. Draco opened his trunk and reached for the bottom. He pulled out a box and in the box was his knife. He grabbed the knife from the box and headed up to the Astronomy Tower.
Ginny was sitting in the Gryffindor Common Room with a few friends. One of her friends was reading a teen Muggle magazine. Ginny was glancing at it over her shoulder.
"Ew!" Her friend Mally said.
"What?" Ginny asked.
"They're talking about self mutilation in my magazine!"
"What? So." Ginny said.
"That's disgusting, why would anyone want to cut themselves?"
"I dunno, I guess the people who do it have their reasons," Ginny said.
"Cutting your body is not going to help with anything," Mally said.
"Whatever, I have to go," Ginny ran up to her dorm.
She reached into her drawer and grabbed her knife. She rested the knife in the sleeve of her jumper and ran out the door. She walked through the Common Room and out the portrait hole. She started to run up towards the Astronomy Tower. There was never anyone up there.
Draco walked into the tower, as usual it was empty. He sat down under the farrest window from the door. He brought his knife to his arm. He put the knife into his arm rather deep and dragged it down about 3 inches. He pulled his knife away and looked at it. The handle of his knife was mahogany. The handle had a silver strip on it and on that strip there were a bunch of ivy leaves. Printed on the blade, there were more ivy leaves and a couple of black flowers that resembled roses.
He brought the knife to his already bloody arm. He was about to cut a little closer to his hand, closer to his wrist when, suddenly, a girl came storming into the room. It was Ginny Weasley. She threw herself down on the floor, obviously not realizing he was there. But suddenly her head turned in his direction and she had a very surprised look on her face.
"Malfoy," was all she said.
"Yes."
"You're cutting yourself," she stated.
"Obviously," he said, boredly.
"Why?"
"Now, really Weasley, I don't think that's any of your business. How would you feel if I asked you why you cut yourself?"
"Well I'd probably.Wait! You know that I cut? I didn't think you saw."
"I saw alright, and if I didn't cut myself I probably wouldn't have realized what the marks on your arm even were when I saw them." Draco told her.
"You won't tell anyone will you?"
"Who would I bloody tell Weasley?"
"I dunno, maybe one of your friends."
"Yes, because I have so many friends," he drawled.
"You have friends, you're popular."
"Oh, yeah, and they're real friends too," Draco said sarcastically.
"Well."
"Whatever Weasley, I'm not in the mood. Get out so I can finish this."
"No, I came her to do the same thing as you, so I'm staying," Ginny said stubbornly.
Ginny plonked herself back down on the floor and lifted her blade to her arm. She dragged the blade down her arm and drew blood. But somehow it wasn't the same when someone else is in the room. She went on anyway; trying to be mad at her friend for talking about cutting like it was only for the lowest life-forms or something.
"Damnit Malfoy, you wrecked my mood," Ginny swore at him
"Well Weasley, I was here first, after all."
Malfoy was making her so mad that she really wanted to cut herself now. She thought of all of the times that he had picked on her and teased her. Then she thought of the things that his father had done. It had been Lucius Malfoy that had slipped her the diary that nearly killed her. It had been Lucius Malfoy that had murdered her older brother. She stabbed the knife into her arm and gasped at the pain. She had never really stabbed herself like that before. She saw Malfoy looking at her.
"God Weasley, what are you doing? Trying to kill yourself?"
"Maybe."
"Well don't," Draco walked over and held her arm, he put a charm on her arm to stop the bleeding and pain, but she would still have a scar from that. "I haven't heard your story yet."
Ron walked around the Common Room, where was his sister? Apparently she had stormed out of the Tower earlier in the day and hadn't been seen since. She didn't really have any reason to be mad at him or any of her friends. They had just been reading a magazine in the Common Room. Maybe she was thinking about Fred. Suddenly Ron had an idea of how to find her.
"Harry, can I borrow your map?"
AN: Well, what do you guys think so far? I know it's not great, but a girl can try right? I'm only 13, give me time.
I've read a lot of fanfiction over the last 3-4 years. So mine might resemble some others that I've read. I never even really thought about this before. I hope that my stuff is original and I will try to keep it just that.
Thanks to
Kneh13 of course and totowizofoz there was one more review (it says I have three) but its not showing up yet, so thank you to the invisible reviewer.
