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Chapter 6 - Too Bad

Draco stood behind Ginny as the staring between the two continued. Hermione then slowly made her way towards Ginny cautiously. Ginny stopped breathing. When Hermione was a good ten feet away from Ginny she stopped.

"Hello, Ginny," Hermione said, slowly and carefully.

"..." Ginny was shocked to say the least that she hadn't been hit, spit upon, or verbally abused.

"I know, Ginny," Hermione said quietly.

"What?" Ginny asked confusedly.

"I know you're innocent, Ginny," Hermione informed Ginny.

"Stop saying that," Ginny said after a moment of careful thinking.

"Stop saying what?" Hermione asked even more confused than Ginny.

"My name," Ginny replied calmly and walked away slowly, Draco following behind her cautiously and Hermione watched even more confused and a little sad.

Ginny's Point-of-View

Damn it. I should have known she would have found out. She probably works at the Ministry of Magic and found out that way. She always wanted to work in the Ministry of Magic; we used to talk about it all the time when we were practically best friends. I had wanted to be a healer. We were going to get our jobs, get married, then have red-headed kids who would later become best friends and go to Hogwarts and become Gryffindors.

Narrative

Ginny held the tears in her watery eyes and walked fast with her head down, unaware of being followed and walked early to Grindylow Torture.

"Gin," Draco said quietly and so softly he didn't think she had heard because she kept walking but after a few seconds she turned around to face him looking as strong as ever.

"What?" Ginny asked hoarsely and barely audible.

Draco's Point-of-View

Draco felt a pain in his cold heart, everything about her emitted sadness. The way she walked, the way she talked, the way she looked, even her eyes had lost its brightness and turned a dull, dirt brown. Draco was speechless; he had no idea what she was feeling.

"Nothing," Draco said quietly, shaking his head.

Draco mentally kicked himself for not saying more. He continued to walk down the hallway while Ginny just watched him, not moving.

Narrative

After grindylow torture Draco, Ginny, and the rest of the inmates limped back to their cells slowly. Ginny just flopped on the bottom bunk, unmoving.

Ginny lied down for a rest and closed her eyes ignoring Draco's stare. A few minutes later Ginny was awaken by Hermione. Ginny looked at Hermione confused and after seeing Draco asleep she stood up in front of Hermione.

"What are you doing in my cell," she asked confused?

"Ginny, I'm here undercover for the Ministry of Magic," Hermione replied in her intelligent voice.

"What?"

"The Ministry knew we used to be best friends so they asked me to come here undercover and find out information."

"What kind of information?"

"Ginny...your cousin, Mafalda, she died last week."

"...What? How?" Ginny asked in shock, sitting back down on her bed.

"She was murdered, murdered the same way as your mother."

Ginny stood back up defensively and right in Hermione's face, "What? And everyone thinks it was me, right? That's why you're here, isn't it?"

"Ginny, don't be that way. The Ministry had their reasons to believe you were involved."

"How are they going to prove it?"

"Ginny, it's your own fault if you would have just left Azkaban like the Ministry offered I wouldn't be here."

"If the Ministry knows I'm innocent why are you here?"

"People think it was you because of the similar patterns in both murders. Your innocence hasn't been made public because the Ministry can't very well tell everyone that the system sucks."

"What people, my brothers right? They just love to see me suffer don't they? Get out and don't comeback ever. Oh, by the way, the system does suck."

"Ginny, don't hate me. I can't live knowing you hate me."

"Good," Ginny said truthfully before physically pushing Hermione out of the cell roughly. "Don't comeback, have a nice life in hell, I'll see you there in a few years hopefully."

Blaise sat on his bed across from Nott who was sitting on the chair. Blaise stared at Nott, still angry, daydreaming of shoving an umbrella down his throat and opening it. Then cutting up what was left of his body into small pieces and smoking them. Obviously, Blaise was not very happy. He didn't even realize he was beating Nott into a bloody pulp until he heard screaming and looked down at a semi-unconscious Nott and his bloody arms.

Blaise shook his head disappointedly, "What the hell am I doing?" He asked himself before getting up and grabbing a dull spoon he kept hidden in his robes subconsciously. He then began stabbing Nott with it savoring in his screams. He quickly stopped when he heard Luna's voice.

"Blaise what are you doing?"

"Uh...he started it?"

"Oh, all right then."

"Uh...yeah."

"Can't believe I lost my virginity to him though, can you?"

"Uh...no. So how is your third book coming out?" Blaise asked trying to change the subject, not wanting to talk about this.

"Neither can I. He wasn't that great though," Luna said ignoring Blaise's blatant attempt at changing the subject.

"Huh...really?"Blaise said trying to black everything out of his head.

"It didn't even last that long."

"Huh, that's nice," Blaise said banging his head on the desk.

"It was over in less than a second."

"Huh, really..." Blaise then realized what she said. "Wait what did you say?"

"It lasted less than a second."

"Uh...just out of curiosity, how did you two have...well you know?" Blaise asked uncomfortably.

"Our lips connected and that was it."

Blaise blinked slowly, "..."

"Blaise are you okay?"

"EUREKA!" Blaise said happily on his knees. He then felt wetness on his knees and saw pools of Nott's blood. He quickly got back to his feet and walked backwards a few steps, whistling.

Ginny's Point-of-View

Sometimes, I think there is no hope, no justice, nothing. Sometimes, in the deepest, darkest parts of my mind I lose hope that the innocent will be saved. Then, something happens to change this idea in me. That's what happened this evening, new ideas are stirring on me, but I know one thing, I'll be back here one day, I'll be back here one day for the murder of the one who killed my mother and cousin. Merlin let you both rest in peace always knowing I love you. Mafalda, Mother, I swear on my last breath you will be avenged.

I felt for the wand in my robe pocket. Hermione's wand. Savoring the moment I shoved her out of the cell, slowly stretching my thin arm, thin from the 'food' that is fed here, into her pocket and shoving the wand up my sleeve. 'I may not be alive tomorrow, but at least I tried, even if I die, I'll be with my mother,' Ginny thought to herself already planning what would come next.