Disclaimer- u recognize it, I don't own it! I don't own Harry Potter or Advil or ANYTHING!! But the plot!
A/N- Alright, I'm back again with my over dramatic stories. I think this is going to be the last chapter. If I get enough reviews, or sudden inspiration, I may write a sequel to this series, or an epilogue. I hope to make this a very long story, because long ones are always better. Alright, here it goes-
It had been three days since Draco had left and she hadn't left her room. She would just lie on her bed and stare into space. She was going through shock; she didn't believe this was happening. This was something out of a tearjerker, chick-flick movie. This sort of thing didn't happen to real people. This was saved for the actor's make-believe lives. She heard a knocking on the door. As she had done for the past three days, she ignored it. After a few moments, the person left. She would wait for her copy of the 'Daily Prophet' every morning, and look for any sign of information of the war, and more importantly, Draco. There was a list of those who were killed in battle, and of those being sent home. Every time, it was of people Ginny had never heard of. She would very occasionally come across someone whose name sounded familiar.
On the third day, a thought struck her. Her brothers. They would be leaving too. She was losing everyone. She had to find out, even though she thought she couldn't face them. But she had to! They were her brothers, she had to know! She threw open the door and raced down the stairs. Much to her relief, she saw everyone sitting around the table eating breakfast. They all looked up as she entered the kitchen. They were still there. All of them. She counted six redheads ranging from late teens, to late twenties.
"Are you going too?" she whispered, but her words were regarded as if she had bellowed them. They all looked nervously at each other until Charlie said:
"Depends."
"On what?" she asked.
"On whether or not they need us."
"When will you know?"
"We don't know." Answered George. She could feel she was about collapse. Things were happening too fast. Her head was spinning. She could feel her self losing her balance. The next thing she felt was the hard wood floor beneath her head.
*
She woke up in her warm bed. She didn't open her eyes. She could feel someone near her though. She slowly fluttered her eyes open. She saw her brother, George, sitting at the end of her bed. He looked at her when she sat up. She immediately dropped back down though; it hurt too much to sit up. Everyone in the house was out. Everyone was at work, and her mother was out shopping.
"What day is it?' she asked.
"Sunday. You've been in and out of it for four days." Suddenly remembering what had happened before she fainted, she had sudden desperation.
"The Daily Prophet. I need to see it." She half begged, half demanded.
"Gin, calm down." George said urgently at her sudden outburst.
"No! I need to see them!" she yelled before throwing herself out of the bed, and racing to the door. He caught her before she got out, though, and managed to hold her back. He grabbed her arms, and looked her, silently pleading for her to stay. But she immediately knew something was wrong. And she knew what. His silence explained everything. "No. No. No." she whispered. Shaking her head, tears glazing over her eyes. The volume of her voice quickly rose though. "No!" she started yelling over and over again. Throwing herself from his grasp, she ran downstairs to where she spotted some old Daily Prophets. She grabbed the most recent and scanned the list, and went right down to the 'M's.
Maang, Han
Madison, Jonathan
Machan, Donna
McDougal, Paul
McPatrick, Melinda
No Malfoy. She thought. She grabbed the other copy and scanned down the list of 'deaths' just looking at those six letters made her shiver. She felt like someone had just ripped out her heart. Because there, in black and white, was:
Malfoy, Draco
George had followed her downstairs. She had started to go crazy. She was screaming "No!" over and over again. George had to hold her back. He held her tightly, and tried to calm her down. He hated himself. He hated himself for being so cruel before. He hated himself so much for giving her such a hard time about being with a Malfoy. She was still screaming. She was crying. She was becoming hysterical. He didn't know what to do. He just held her until she stopped screaming. She cried hysterically into his shoulder.
"Gin, things will be okay." She immediately pulled away from him.
"No it won't! Things will never be okay! Never! They were, and now they never will be! I was happy, and now it's all over!" She screamed at him. When she stopped, she ran up to the bathroom and locked herself in it. George was pounding on the door yelling at her to let him in. She threw the medicine cabinet open. It would be so easy. She would be with him. She spotted the bottle of 'Advil nighttime' she grabbed it and began to struggle with the childproof top. George, hearing the rattle of the pills, began yelling more demanding at her.
"Gin, let me in now!" he yelled at her. She didn't even know what was around her, she was blinded by tears, confused by what she was about to do, scared at the yelling on the other side of the door. In her confusion, she couldn't get the childproof lock open. She threw the bottle at the wall and slid down the adjacent wall. She buried her face in her hands and cried hysterically into them. George heard her sobbing. He quickly realized how stupid it was not to use magic to unlock the door. Throwing the door open, he saw her, in what looked like a nervous breakdown, on the floor. He knelt beside her, and wrapped his arms around her. "Gin, don't do this." He said, stroking her hair. He was close to crying now too.
"Please, just let me." She begged him. "Please."
"No, Gin, " he stated firmly. "No."
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A/N- whatta think? Sorry it took so long, but I had major writers block and I was totally warped up in my 'outsiders' story, which, by the way, PLEASE review! I wrote the ending of this chapter like 5 times b4 I was happy with it. Now, I'm still unsure on whether or not to kill off Draco, there will be another chapter, either with him coming back, or with an epilogue of Ginny. Well it depends on the reviews. And everything is better with reviews, come on! it only takes a few seconds!
Now, I'm taking a poll based on reviews. You tell me either if you want Draco to live or die. I'm going to write the final chapter based on the majority opinion of the readers. So, tell me what you want.
A/N- Alright, I'm back again with my over dramatic stories. I think this is going to be the last chapter. If I get enough reviews, or sudden inspiration, I may write a sequel to this series, or an epilogue. I hope to make this a very long story, because long ones are always better. Alright, here it goes-
It had been three days since Draco had left and she hadn't left her room. She would just lie on her bed and stare into space. She was going through shock; she didn't believe this was happening. This was something out of a tearjerker, chick-flick movie. This sort of thing didn't happen to real people. This was saved for the actor's make-believe lives. She heard a knocking on the door. As she had done for the past three days, she ignored it. After a few moments, the person left. She would wait for her copy of the 'Daily Prophet' every morning, and look for any sign of information of the war, and more importantly, Draco. There was a list of those who were killed in battle, and of those being sent home. Every time, it was of people Ginny had never heard of. She would very occasionally come across someone whose name sounded familiar.
On the third day, a thought struck her. Her brothers. They would be leaving too. She was losing everyone. She had to find out, even though she thought she couldn't face them. But she had to! They were her brothers, she had to know! She threw open the door and raced down the stairs. Much to her relief, she saw everyone sitting around the table eating breakfast. They all looked up as she entered the kitchen. They were still there. All of them. She counted six redheads ranging from late teens, to late twenties.
"Are you going too?" she whispered, but her words were regarded as if she had bellowed them. They all looked nervously at each other until Charlie said:
"Depends."
"On what?" she asked.
"On whether or not they need us."
"When will you know?"
"We don't know." Answered George. She could feel she was about collapse. Things were happening too fast. Her head was spinning. She could feel her self losing her balance. The next thing she felt was the hard wood floor beneath her head.
*
She woke up in her warm bed. She didn't open her eyes. She could feel someone near her though. She slowly fluttered her eyes open. She saw her brother, George, sitting at the end of her bed. He looked at her when she sat up. She immediately dropped back down though; it hurt too much to sit up. Everyone in the house was out. Everyone was at work, and her mother was out shopping.
"What day is it?' she asked.
"Sunday. You've been in and out of it for four days." Suddenly remembering what had happened before she fainted, she had sudden desperation.
"The Daily Prophet. I need to see it." She half begged, half demanded.
"Gin, calm down." George said urgently at her sudden outburst.
"No! I need to see them!" she yelled before throwing herself out of the bed, and racing to the door. He caught her before she got out, though, and managed to hold her back. He grabbed her arms, and looked her, silently pleading for her to stay. But she immediately knew something was wrong. And she knew what. His silence explained everything. "No. No. No." she whispered. Shaking her head, tears glazing over her eyes. The volume of her voice quickly rose though. "No!" she started yelling over and over again. Throwing herself from his grasp, she ran downstairs to where she spotted some old Daily Prophets. She grabbed the most recent and scanned the list, and went right down to the 'M's.
Maang, Han
Madison, Jonathan
Machan, Donna
McDougal, Paul
McPatrick, Melinda
No Malfoy. She thought. She grabbed the other copy and scanned down the list of 'deaths' just looking at those six letters made her shiver. She felt like someone had just ripped out her heart. Because there, in black and white, was:
Malfoy, Draco
George had followed her downstairs. She had started to go crazy. She was screaming "No!" over and over again. George had to hold her back. He held her tightly, and tried to calm her down. He hated himself. He hated himself for being so cruel before. He hated himself so much for giving her such a hard time about being with a Malfoy. She was still screaming. She was crying. She was becoming hysterical. He didn't know what to do. He just held her until she stopped screaming. She cried hysterically into his shoulder.
"Gin, things will be okay." She immediately pulled away from him.
"No it won't! Things will never be okay! Never! They were, and now they never will be! I was happy, and now it's all over!" She screamed at him. When she stopped, she ran up to the bathroom and locked herself in it. George was pounding on the door yelling at her to let him in. She threw the medicine cabinet open. It would be so easy. She would be with him. She spotted the bottle of 'Advil nighttime' she grabbed it and began to struggle with the childproof top. George, hearing the rattle of the pills, began yelling more demanding at her.
"Gin, let me in now!" he yelled at her. She didn't even know what was around her, she was blinded by tears, confused by what she was about to do, scared at the yelling on the other side of the door. In her confusion, she couldn't get the childproof lock open. She threw the bottle at the wall and slid down the adjacent wall. She buried her face in her hands and cried hysterically into them. George heard her sobbing. He quickly realized how stupid it was not to use magic to unlock the door. Throwing the door open, he saw her, in what looked like a nervous breakdown, on the floor. He knelt beside her, and wrapped his arms around her. "Gin, don't do this." He said, stroking her hair. He was close to crying now too.
"Please, just let me." She begged him. "Please."
"No, Gin, " he stated firmly. "No."
*
A/N- whatta think? Sorry it took so long, but I had major writers block and I was totally warped up in my 'outsiders' story, which, by the way, PLEASE review! I wrote the ending of this chapter like 5 times b4 I was happy with it. Now, I'm still unsure on whether or not to kill off Draco, there will be another chapter, either with him coming back, or with an epilogue of Ginny. Well it depends on the reviews. And everything is better with reviews, come on! it only takes a few seconds!
Now, I'm taking a poll based on reviews. You tell me either if you want Draco to live or die. I'm going to write the final chapter based on the majority opinion of the readers. So, tell me what you want.