The boy lent back in the armchair facing the orange flames, he was tired Ginny had slept on him for five hours before he'd dared to put her back on the bed. She was still suicidal, and that frightened him, it had been hard enough to get her alive again, and her body could no longer take the abuse that she'd been giving it for the last two years. She was thin and Draco guessed that she was bulimic. Draco put his head in his hands. His head hurt with the worry that she might die and that she might die good.

He woke to the sounds of whimpering and crying coming form up the hallway, Draco quickly got to his feet brushing his blonde hair out of his eyes and ran towards the room Ginny was in. As he opened the door he froze. Ginny was sitting in the middle of the floor, tears streaming down her face.

'Weasley, what's the matter?' he asked the trembling girl, she looked up at him.

'I.I want to die. I need to die goddamnit! I have no reason to live; he love's some body else. So what is the reason for my pathetic life? There was no reason, and if there was, it was only to be tortured and bullied by others, used by Tom Riddle because I was weak, I could have died then, I was meant to die then, but *he* had to save me. Malfoy why did you give my back life again?' Draco was stunned, he didn't answer Ginny's question he just ran over to the trembling girl, picked her up and carried her to his room where he put her onto his bed, she tried to get up but he slapped her back down.

'Weasel, I got you back from almost dead, and I will not have you hurting your self again, stay on that bed and drink this.' He snarled at her then he handed her some muggle spirits. Ginny tried not to drink it but Draco forced it down her throat and made her sleep, he himself after charming her so that she could not leave the room, went to sleep on the couch.