Disclaimer: All characters are Rowlings.
A/N: OK. here I go again making even more chapters than needed. Oh dear. _ Headache. Well, enough with the blabbing! Please enjoy, and R/R! Thankies! Oh. and BTW. This chapter is EXTREMELY angsty! So. while you're at it, grab a few tissues!
Last time on--*pushes announcer out of the way* Me: Alright. The announcer thing is pissin' me off. Just a summary of what happened. Damn announcers.
Summary: Ginny is upset. Harry's upset. They love each other but don't know. Ron and Hermione are in love *obviously*. This takes chapter place during the Christmas Ball, incase you haven't figured it out yet.
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Ginny poured all of her emotions into her pillow. Tears created shapes of all sorts on the silken case. She sniffed, and flipped the pillow over. Why did they have to be such fudging prats? All she wanted to do was talk to them and-- oh, who was she kidding? She just wanted to die. Maybe that was the only way to end the pain. Death. Suicide. Ginny cringed at the thought of her mothers face. but she'd understand, wouldn't she? All the pain from friendships, and teachers. It was enough to make any one go completely bonkers.
So that was it. Tomorrow. She'd kill herself. But with what? Her wand? A dagger? A wand wouldn't be that good; Ginny wanted a dramatic exit. A dagger, then. She decided she end her life with a dagger, through her heart. She sat up in bed, and walked over to the door. She put a locking charm on it so the other girls wouldn't find her fiddling with a weapon. Ginny dug out her dress from her wardrobe. She carefully magicked a pocket on her right side, so that it would look flat, with or without an object in it.
After a quick look around her books, and things, Ginny decided she'd just transfigure a quill into the dagger.
"Dagriviousa." She whispered. It suddenly turned into a magnificent weapon. Ginny placed the dagger carefully between her mattress and box- spring. Smiling to herself at her little, deadly secret, Ginny tucked herself into bed, muttering the counter curse to unlock the door as she faded away into her own little world. *~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~ *~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~
The day had come. The day of her death. Ginny Weasley waited until everyone left the common room to go downstairs to the dance. She decided not to wear any make-up, as she wanted to die as herself. She slipped her hand into the space where her dagger was. She gently slid it out, and pocketed it.
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Christmas trees glowed in the Great Hall, decorated with glistening stars and poinsettias. Ginny frowned slightly to herself as she knew that this would be her last day on earth. Oh how sorry they would be. Ignoring her, driving her to the point of death. It wasn't suicide after all, Ginny thought, smiling inwardly. They killed me. It's their fault. She frowned at her next thought. They don't love her. They don't. If they did, they'd talk to Ginny. And Harry. didn't he hear what she said, over a month a go? She loved him. Not a stupid little silly schoolgirl crush, but a real love. The red-head sighed as she sat down beside Hermione. On her left was Neville Longbottom, and across from her, left to right, was Harry, Seamus, and Ron. By the devious looks on their faces, Ginny could tell that Ron and Hermione were playing footsie under the table.
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After a few unsuccessful dances with a few of her housemates, whom she had forgiven, Ginny decided that she'd end it all now. Harry hadn't even made a chance to talk or dance with her all night. She walked, slightly stumbling along the way, to where her closest Gryffindors sat.
Tears were already streaming down her face; she knew that they wouldn't expect anything. She was just silly, stupid, and head-over-heels in love for Harry Potter, right? No reason to suspect anything from Virginia Antoinette Weasley.
A/N: OK. here I go again making even more chapters than needed. Oh dear. _ Headache. Well, enough with the blabbing! Please enjoy, and R/R! Thankies! Oh. and BTW. This chapter is EXTREMELY angsty! So. while you're at it, grab a few tissues!
Last time on--*pushes announcer out of the way* Me: Alright. The announcer thing is pissin' me off. Just a summary of what happened. Damn announcers.
Summary: Ginny is upset. Harry's upset. They love each other but don't know. Ron and Hermione are in love *obviously*. This takes chapter place during the Christmas Ball, incase you haven't figured it out yet.
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Ginny poured all of her emotions into her pillow. Tears created shapes of all sorts on the silken case. She sniffed, and flipped the pillow over. Why did they have to be such fudging prats? All she wanted to do was talk to them and-- oh, who was she kidding? She just wanted to die. Maybe that was the only way to end the pain. Death. Suicide. Ginny cringed at the thought of her mothers face. but she'd understand, wouldn't she? All the pain from friendships, and teachers. It was enough to make any one go completely bonkers.
So that was it. Tomorrow. She'd kill herself. But with what? Her wand? A dagger? A wand wouldn't be that good; Ginny wanted a dramatic exit. A dagger, then. She decided she end her life with a dagger, through her heart. She sat up in bed, and walked over to the door. She put a locking charm on it so the other girls wouldn't find her fiddling with a weapon. Ginny dug out her dress from her wardrobe. She carefully magicked a pocket on her right side, so that it would look flat, with or without an object in it.
After a quick look around her books, and things, Ginny decided she'd just transfigure a quill into the dagger.
"Dagriviousa." She whispered. It suddenly turned into a magnificent weapon. Ginny placed the dagger carefully between her mattress and box- spring. Smiling to herself at her little, deadly secret, Ginny tucked herself into bed, muttering the counter curse to unlock the door as she faded away into her own little world. *~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~ *~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~*~~
The day had come. The day of her death. Ginny Weasley waited until everyone left the common room to go downstairs to the dance. She decided not to wear any make-up, as she wanted to die as herself. She slipped her hand into the space where her dagger was. She gently slid it out, and pocketed it.
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Christmas trees glowed in the Great Hall, decorated with glistening stars and poinsettias. Ginny frowned slightly to herself as she knew that this would be her last day on earth. Oh how sorry they would be. Ignoring her, driving her to the point of death. It wasn't suicide after all, Ginny thought, smiling inwardly. They killed me. It's their fault. She frowned at her next thought. They don't love her. They don't. If they did, they'd talk to Ginny. And Harry. didn't he hear what she said, over a month a go? She loved him. Not a stupid little silly schoolgirl crush, but a real love. The red-head sighed as she sat down beside Hermione. On her left was Neville Longbottom, and across from her, left to right, was Harry, Seamus, and Ron. By the devious looks on their faces, Ginny could tell that Ron and Hermione were playing footsie under the table.
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After a few unsuccessful dances with a few of her housemates, whom she had forgiven, Ginny decided that she'd end it all now. Harry hadn't even made a chance to talk or dance with her all night. She walked, slightly stumbling along the way, to where her closest Gryffindors sat.
Tears were already streaming down her face; she knew that they wouldn't expect anything. She was just silly, stupid, and head-over-heels in love for Harry Potter, right? No reason to suspect anything from Virginia Antoinette Weasley.