Okay…so a bit over two weeks to update…..but STILL, better than every few months! So there's some improvement at least! Hope you guys like it! 3
Ginny woke up to sunshine streaming into her room. She slowly got out of bed and went to the window. Looking outside, it had to be the nicest day she'd seen in a long time. Thinking back to her promise to Draco, she figured that maybe, just maybe, this was a good omen. That maybe telling him would help her in some way. She didn't know how, but maybe it would help. That was all that she wanted at this point. Help. Help to get through the feeling that she betrayed Harry. Maybe she did, but it had been for her own good … right?
She turned to go sit on her bed. Laying back down, she closed her eyes, trying to go back to sleep. She just wanted to somehow miss out on the whole 'tell Draco' thing. Not that she didn't want to talk about it. She did. A lot. But to a former enemy? According to him, she was the lowest of the low, so why would he care? And the last thing she needed was to totally break down in front of him. And Merlin knows she would break down. Who would've gone through what she did and not?
Soon enough she realized she wasn't going to be able to get back to sleep. Didn't mean she had to get up though. So she just lay there and drifted into thought. Thought about what she must've done wrong. How everything went wrong. Which is laughable if you think about it. Voldemort is dead for crying out loud! But no, everything went wrong since that fateful day.
Her quiet pondering was disrupted soon enough by a light knock on the door. When she made no move to get up, Draco's voice drifted through the wood "Hey, if you're up, breakfast is ready downstairs," he said, then she heard his footsteps walk away.
Deciding to get it done sooner than later, she got up and grabbed a pair of clean sweats to toss on. At least she could look semi-respectable before she showed how weak she really was. Not bothering to look in a mirror, she left her room and closed the door
Draco decided to wait a few minutes before eating his breakfast alone. He picked up his fork and started playing with it. Only one thought still bugged him. Why did she matter? Why the hell did she matter? She SHOULDN'T matter. Yet she did.
A sound disrupted him from his thoughts. He looked up to see a thin, frail-looking Ginny slowly pulling out a dining room chair and sitting down. He looked at her and gave her a smirk. She just looked at him, then she reached for some food. His smirk faded and he frowned slightly before reaching for some food himself.
Breakfast was a very quiet affair. Neither had much to say to the other after all. At least not yet. Ginny more or less just picked at her food. After he was finished eating, and figured that she was finished eating as well, he summoned one of his house elves to clear the plates. Once the plates were cleared and the elf had gone back to the kitchen, he leaned back in his seat and looked over at Ginny again. She was looking down at her lap, picking at a loose piece of skin on one of her fingers. He decided that taking a direct approach would be good.
"So," Draco began. "You said you would tell me why you're here." She nodded her head slightly. "Okay, so tell me why."
Ginny took a deep breath. She knew that this would be brought up eventually. Honestly, she was shocked that it took as long as it did to come up.
She looked Draco in the eye and decided on where to start her tale. 'No place like the beginning,' she told herself. "It started back when the war was happening. During the final battle. As you know, Harry had faked his death and was brought back to the castle. You know this part, how Hermione was shocked, how Ron was furious. How Ron went to make the kill and Voldemort got him first. How he hit Hermione next, knowing that she would also be a threat. And then how Harry managed to finish it."
Draco nodded. "Of course. Go on."
"Understandably, Harry was distraught. Who wouldn't be? He had just lost his two best friends. He may have won the war for us, but he had lost in a way. Sure, he still had me, but he lost them.
"He was so depressed. It hurt to watch. All day, I would make him eat, but he would just sit there, and he would look so lost. He did nothing. After a few weeks I had enough. I had hoped that me being there to take care of him would help to snap him out of it, but it didn't. So I decided to let him know how I felt. I started out slow, but then it all spilt out. I yelled at him. I told him how he was ruining his life, how he was ruining my life. How it hurt every day to see him so empty. How it was mentally and physically exhausting for me to keep taking care of him like he was a baby. I don't know how long I had talked, but I guess something got through to him. He … he …" Ginny stopped talking and looked down to her lap again.
Draco watched Ginny try to swallow back the tears that would inevitably start falling. "He did what, Ginny?"
She took a deep breath and looked Draco in the eye. "He hit me." She could see something flash in his eyes. It was quick and she almost thought she had imagined it. "He hit me. Just once. When he did, I went to a friend's house for the night. I was going to stay there for a few days at least, but the next day I came home. I was just going to pick up some stuff, but as soon as I came through the door he apologized. And he did it so convincingly. So I stayed. He said he would never do it again. A week later he went to the pub before I came home from work. When he got back, he was in a rage. And he took it out on me. I think he was just mad that he couldn't save them, mad at himself.
"It started out just occasionally, so I stuck with him. But lately, he has been doing this more and more. I can't take it anymore. I tried to get him to stop. When I did, he would get even more furious. It was like he felt that I was trying to prevent him from expressing himself. So when I stayed silent, I would not get attacked as bad. When I decided to speak my mind, to tell him what he was doing wasn't right though, well, I'm just happy to still be here," she finished, a sick grin on her face. "So, Malfoy, happy that everything for the people who won the war is going to pot? Are you happy that Harry is finally miserable and turning into someone that wouldn't be recognized by our society anymore?"