Ginny stood once again in the window of the tower. Her memories flooded back to the day when she had jumped because there was no love, now she would jump because the love was stolen from her.
'Tis better to have loved and lost, then never to have loved at all.'
She snorted. Whoever had come up with that phrase obviously hadn't experienced it. Half of her heart, the half she thought had healed, had been torn out and plunged into the boiling oil of rejection. She paused.
'If I jump now, they'll win. My memories will die with me. They will win. NO!'
"NO!" she cried. She stepped back from the window, back from the empty void she had almost leapt into. Never, never would she stop fighting.
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ONE WEEK LATER
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The snow fell thickly on the Hogwarts grounds, making everything appear to be covered in icing sugar. Ginny strolled by the lake, watching the merpeople break the ice that threatened to trap them below the surface until the spring thaw.
"Hello Ginny." She whirled to see Draco, his eyes shining as blue as the lake. She sneered at him.
"What do you want." She growled.
"I need to ask you something." The pleading note in his voice made Ginny pause for a moment.
"Go on."
"Granger told me that after I rejected you you'd probably go try to kill yourself again."
"Oh, real subtle aren't we Malfoy."
"Yeah, well, I want to know why you didn't." Ginny looked at him carefully. She'd stared into those ice-blue eyes for two months lovingly, and she had learnt to read them.
"You know, some people say the eyes are the windows to the soul." She said suddenly.
"What if you don't have a soul?" he muttered.
"Then I guess you're blind."
The Yule ball night began to draw near. Ginny and Hermione were walking through Gladrags Wizardwear in an effort to find the right dress robes.
"Hermi, c'mere, quick!!!" Ginny called. She pulled out a pale pink robe and held it up to Hermione's chest.
"It looks gorgeous!" she exclaimed. "I have to try it on! I'll be back in a minute." Ginny grinned as Hermione raced off. It was strange seeing her so fashion conscious. She had much more self confidence after the Yule ball with Krum. Ginny walked down the rows, until she reached the men's section. She ran through the selection, until she saw a pale blue robe edged in silver. Draco would look so good in that...she thought before she could stop herself. Ginny shook herself mentally. She had to get him out of her head. She turned away from the men's section, and a hand grabbed her mouth and pulled her backwards into the men's dressing rooms. She gasped as she was slammed against the wall and stared as she saw who had pulled her behind the curtain...
AN: woohoo!! bet you can't guess who it is...c'mon, guess, i might even change the story if i get enough response...come one, review and vote for who you think it is!
'Tis better to have loved and lost, then never to have loved at all.'
She snorted. Whoever had come up with that phrase obviously hadn't experienced it. Half of her heart, the half she thought had healed, had been torn out and plunged into the boiling oil of rejection. She paused.
'If I jump now, they'll win. My memories will die with me. They will win. NO!'
"NO!" she cried. She stepped back from the window, back from the empty void she had almost leapt into. Never, never would she stop fighting.
!@#@!
ONE WEEK LATER
!@#@!
The snow fell thickly on the Hogwarts grounds, making everything appear to be covered in icing sugar. Ginny strolled by the lake, watching the merpeople break the ice that threatened to trap them below the surface until the spring thaw.
"Hello Ginny." She whirled to see Draco, his eyes shining as blue as the lake. She sneered at him.
"What do you want." She growled.
"I need to ask you something." The pleading note in his voice made Ginny pause for a moment.
"Go on."
"Granger told me that after I rejected you you'd probably go try to kill yourself again."
"Oh, real subtle aren't we Malfoy."
"Yeah, well, I want to know why you didn't." Ginny looked at him carefully. She'd stared into those ice-blue eyes for two months lovingly, and she had learnt to read them.
"You know, some people say the eyes are the windows to the soul." She said suddenly.
"What if you don't have a soul?" he muttered.
"Then I guess you're blind."
The Yule ball night began to draw near. Ginny and Hermione were walking through Gladrags Wizardwear in an effort to find the right dress robes.
"Hermi, c'mere, quick!!!" Ginny called. She pulled out a pale pink robe and held it up to Hermione's chest.
"It looks gorgeous!" she exclaimed. "I have to try it on! I'll be back in a minute." Ginny grinned as Hermione raced off. It was strange seeing her so fashion conscious. She had much more self confidence after the Yule ball with Krum. Ginny walked down the rows, until she reached the men's section. She ran through the selection, until she saw a pale blue robe edged in silver. Draco would look so good in that...she thought before she could stop herself. Ginny shook herself mentally. She had to get him out of her head. She turned away from the men's section, and a hand grabbed her mouth and pulled her backwards into the men's dressing rooms. She gasped as she was slammed against the wall and stared as she saw who had pulled her behind the curtain...
AN: woohoo!! bet you can't guess who it is...c'mon, guess, i might even change the story if i get enough response...come one, review and vote for who you think it is!