The Diary

By Nirvana

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Chapter 9 – The Funeral

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I can't believe what I'm seeing. There in the casket, lies my best friend. Lifeless. I do not mind showing emotion in front of her family. Or in front of Potter, or even in front of her friends. This is my last chance of telling her I love her, and I will not let my pride get in the way. They were burying her in the garden, where she will remain close to their hearts. Aside from Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, I was probably the only one who cried as much as them. Clearly, Ron did not appreciate me coming to the memorial service. I don't understand why. It was time for people to pay their respects, and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley spoke first. Then, it was my time to step up the podium and speak. The podium was set up in front of the rows of folding chairs. It was decorated with palm fronds and silver draperies, with small carnation flowers attached.  

"Virginia was my best friend." I began. "She was the only person I ever cared for, family aside. I admit, if it hadn't been for her, I would most probably be a death eater now."

"But then, she taught me that there are more things in this world other than money and power. That was love. Our friendship began when we were still in Hogwarts, she was in her fourth year, and I was in my fifth. Somehow, in those 2 hours we talked, she managed to change my perspective about life and ditch my lifelong dream – to become a death eater. She reformed me in a way no other person could. When I realized the big mistake I was doing by following my father's footsteps, I took her advice and gave Professor Dumbledore a list of death eaters, my father included." Murmurs of shock were heard. They didn't know it was I that ratted on my father.

"As a year went by, she became my best friend. And I started to fall for her." I continued. "At first I did not want to admit what I felt, for I thought I was putting our friendship on the line. But I realize now, that what I did was stupid. Then one afternoon, I decided to tell her the truth."

"But she beat me to it. She told me that Potter asked her out, and she was so happy. I couldn't bear to break her moment of happiness by telling her my true feelings. So I did not tell her. And I wasn't able to after that."

"I couldn't blame Potter for asking Virginia out though. She was perfect in every way. She was at the top of all her classes, a prefect, compassionate, kind, loving, feisty, and all other adjectives that are used to describe her. I would always remember her, I'll cherish every moment we shared together. Heck, I'll even treasure the time when she pushed me into a snow bank one time during winter. I'll relish that because I love her."

I knew I had been openly crying. I didn't care. I stepped down the podium and went to a secluded place in the garden silently. I wanted to be alone now. I look around only to see the people teary-eyed at my speech. I sit there throughout the memorial service, remembering her smile, her laugh, her voice, her face, and the way she would spank me when I wasn't listening. It was that time when I remember the muggle song she sang once, and I began to quietly sing.

"I always thought you were the best

I guess I always will

I always felt that we were blessed

And I feel that way still.

Sometimes we took the hard road,

But we always saw it through,

If I had only one friend left,

I'd want it to be you.

Sometimes the world was on our side,

Sometimes it wasn't fair.

Sometimes we gave a helping hand,

Sometimes we didn't care.

'Cause when we work together,

We make the dream come true,

If I had only one friend left,

I'd want it to be you.

Someone who understands me,

And knows me inside out.

Who helps keep me together,

And believes without a doubt.

That I could move a mountain

Someone to tell it to

If I had only one friend left

I'd want it to be you.

Cause when we work together,

We make the dream come true.

If I had only one friend left,

I'd want it to be you.

Someone who understands me,

And knows me inside out.

Who helps keep me together,

And believes without a doubt.

That I could move a mountain

Someone to tell it to

If I had only one friend left

I'd want it to be you."

I was crying harder by the time I finished singing. I turn my attention back to the person talking in the podium. It was Potter.

"…. I now regret the day I cheated on her. If only I could take that back…" Potter was saying.

I snort through my tears. What a liar. If he really regretted it, what was the engagement ring sitting in Madison's ring finger? What an idiot. Didn't he realize that he was just causing himself trouble? Unquestionably, the Weasley brothers will beat up Potter. After all, the bloody wanker did just admit that he caused Virginia so much pain. I look at Virginia's brothers and sure enough, Fred, George, Percy, Charlie, Bill and Ron were looking at Potter with such hatred I never saw before.

I had a gut-feeling that drama was going to unfold, so I decide to watch Potter. When he made a move to step down the podium, the redheaded brothers followed suit. I smiled quite evilly. Bill, the oldest, did the honors by tapping the unsuspecting four-eyed git and punching him point blank. Madison rushed to her fiancé's side, glaring at the angered brothers. Ron, much to my surprise, hit Potter in the stomach, making the latter double over in pain.

Of course, being my usual self, I decide to intervene. I walk to the war zone and I stop Fred from hitting Potter.

"Allow me," I say. Fred nods. I hit Potter dead on his face. Then, I hit him on the stomach. "Fuck you, Potter." I tell him.

"It was because of you that Virginia had to move to America. Bet you didn't know that, huh? It was because of you that she accepted the scholarship to Salem. If you just didn't bloody cheat on her, and broke up with her the normal way, she wouldn't have died." I spat resentfully. "But you, being your bloody self, had to go and cheat her with her bloody best friend right there in her house!"

"Did you know how long she cried when she told me what you did? Hell, she cried until three a.m.!" I ranted on. Potter was still lying on the ground with his glasses broken and clutching his stomach.

"She had a bloody miserable life there, you know. Her husband abused her. He almost raped her. Did you even know how much she bloody loved you? She lied to her brothers to protect you, you imbecile!" I couldn't stop now. I was shaking in rage, glaring at Potter with so much spite I never knew I possessed.

"Malfoy, please –" It was Madison, she was hugging Potter, looking at me with pleading eyes.

"And you –" I tell Madison "You just made things worse. You tried to get it on with Potter right in her house. You drove her away. You played a great role in her death, Madison. I don't think I'll ever forgive you for that."

To my surprise, Madison began crying. "You're right." She said. "I was jealous. But I regret that now."

I look at her, disgusted and angered. "It's too late. You can't change what happened. Because of your jealousy, you lost a best friend. You're pathetic, Madison." I spat. I glance at Potter. "Both of you are."

I make a move to leave, but I feel someone tap my shoulder. I turn only to face Ronald Weasley. He was smiling at me and his hand was extended.

"Truce?" He asks me.

"Truce." I confirm. I smile sadly at him, shaking his hand. I knew this was one wish Virginia had – it was for me and Ron to have a truce. I drop my hand and say, "I guess I'll see more of you, Ron."

"Of course," he says. "Come to The Burrow sometime. Everyone will be happy to see you and you're more than welcome there."

"Won't Potter be there?" I ask. God knows that if I'm stuck with Potter in the same room, I'd punch the living daylights out of him. Ron led me to a couple of chairs and we sat down.

"After what we found out today, he's no longer welcome in our home." Ron told me acidly. I grin at him. Really, Ron can be a good companion if we aren't busy hitting each other. I could not think of a reply to that, so I just kept quiet. I look over to the podium to see Karen speaking.

"… everybody loved Ginny. Everybody wanted to please her. Malfoy even cleaned the bathroom just for her…"

I snorted back a laugh. Yes, I always wanted to please her. Even if it put my dignity as a Malfoy on the line.

"You cleaned a bathroom, Draco?" asked Ron. I could tell he was suppressing a laugh upon seeing his cheeks turn a lovely pink.

"Yes. What's wrong with that?"

"I never knew Malfoys could clean a bathroom, no less," said Ron.

"Shut up."

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People finished their turns in paying their respects and it was time to bury her. They bring the casket to London Memorial Park for Witches and Wizards, the place where she was to be put to rest.

Ron and I already parted ways, he joining his family and I left in solitude. I apparate there and I see other people arriving after me. Friends, relatives, and family members were still crying. I myself included in that list. The wizards carrying her casket put it on a stand as the minister started saying the final prayers and blessings.

After more crying, they close the casket and lower it to the space in the ground, with people throwing roses at the coffin. I throw mine. Most of the guests started to leave as soon as they threw their flower. I stayed behind, wanting to watch. Soon, it was only the Weasleys and I who were left. We stared at the now barely visible coffin, which was being covered in dirt.

"I love you," I whispered as the last visible part of the casket was covered in dirt. "Always."

I decide to go home, taking the long way by walking. I need time to think clearly now, and walking could do that. I start to slowly walk home with a heavy heart. But I stop as I hear someone call my name.

"Draco!" I turn to see Mrs. Weasley approaching me with a brown parcel in her hand.

"Yes, Mrs. Weasley?" I ask her. What did she want from me?

"This was found in her bag when it was recovered." She started, smiling sadly. "I think she would have wanted you to have this."

She hands me the parcel; I take it from her.

"Thank you." I smile sadly at her and I leave; all the while wondering what was inside the parcel.

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As soon as I reached home I plopped into my bed, ready to open the parcel that Mrs. Weasley gave me. I sit in a comfortable position and I started to tear the wrapping. As I got every bit of wrapping out, I was stunned as to what I saw.

"No," I whisper, staring at the object in my hands. "It can't be."

In my hands lay the diary I gave to Virginia years before.

A/N: If you skipped the part where the song was, GO BACK! Read the lyrics! I promise you, it is the best song about best friends. Oh yeah, I don't own the song… It's called "One Friend" by Dan Seals… very touching, I assure you. I thought it was the perfect song to describe Draco and Ginny's friendship.

A/N 2: I'm starting to write the alternate ending, though you will only read it after the epilogue is up. Wait for two more chapters and you'll get the alternate ending.

Next chapter: Draco reads Ginny's diary.

Shoutouts!

Champagne – Don't worry. I will make an alternate ending. There, she doesn't die. I'll try to email you sometime if I'm not too busy…

Crystal – yeah. I had to. If I killed her, it would make a more meaningful ending. Here, let me hand you a tissue – it's the best I can do aside from giving you an alternate ending.

Uglinessrox55 – oh, I'll improvise how this storys gonna go on. *smiles*… thanks for telling me there is an American Airlines.

Kryptonite - *sighs*… I really didn't like to kill Ginny, but this is how it goes. Thanks for telling me American Airlines exists…. Yeah, it would be kind of weird if you have an owl inside an airport, the people there would just freak out. Thanks for the review!

Gusha – she really died. *sobs*… and no, Jonathan didn't have any role in making the plane crash.

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Kaitlin-Scott – I was kind of expecting many death threats after this chapter really… funny how I only received yours. Lol… Yeah, I'm not an American. I'd like to be one though.. and I've never been to the States… I heard there were a lot of cute guys there… *grins*

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