Ginny woke up in an unfamiliar room in a cold sweat. The room was spinning and the person near her was only a blurry image. She felt something soft under her aching head. She also noticed that her face was wet. Her whole body was stinging with pain and she was very, very confused.

            "Ginny!" It was Hermione's voice. Then, it all came into focus. She was in the hospital room. But why? "Ginny! Oh wow, let me get Madame Pomfrey!"

            "Hermione," Ginny whispered. "What is happening?" Hermione looked at her with a glum, and pitied, expression.

            "Last week, in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, when I told you the news. Do you remember?" Ginny nodded forlornly, then suddenly looked grief stricken, and began to feel her throat almost close up. She had almost forgotten about Draco, but bringing back the memory was worse than the first time hearing it. "Oh, Ginny, I am so sorry. But what happened was you fainted and hit the sink with your head. You had a concussion." Ginny gasped and fell back into her bed, rubbing her head. Just the Madame Pomfrey strolled in.

            "Hermione, what is all the-Ginny! You're awake!" Madame Pomfrey looked delighted. She handed Ginny two pills and said, "Take these. Hermione, I think you should let Ginny get her rest."

            "Bye!" Hermione whispered to Ginny. Ginny still lay there, thinking. Draco…murdered…dead. She could never ever see him again, or his beautiful eyes, his smiling face. She had the chance, but she never seized it.

            All day Madame Pomfrey brought her food and candy, which Ginny refused. Her friends and family came with presents, but Ginny barely talked to them. She was a rock. She lay in bed all day, and that is about it. She did not sleep, eat, or talk. She only thought about Draco.

            The next day, Hermione came once again to visit Ginny. She approached Ginny's bed and looked down at someone unknown to her. This could not be Ginny. Her shiny red hair had turned matted and had lost its beautiful luster. Her face was dangerously pale and drained, her lips were white. She looked thin and weak, like you could break her with one touch. Her bright green eyes were a dull grey, and you could see the sadness in them as the stared at the ceiling above without blinking. "Er, Ginny?" Hermione said barely above a whisper. "Could I talk to you?" Ginny slowly nodded her head once without tearing her eyes from the ceiling. "I know it is really hard for you to comprehend and think about Draco's death, but I think if you talked to me, I could help you through it." Ginny glanced at Hermione for a split second, then darted her eyes back to the ceiling where she was more comfortable. Then Ginny shifted her weight so she was sitting upright and looking Hermione in the eyes.

            "Who killed him?" Ginny's voice was barely audible, but menacing. Her green eyes flickered to life with rage.

            Hermione looked taken aback, then very uncomfortable. Fidgeting, she said, "I don't think I should tell you…" But the look on Ginny's face told her she should. "Ginny, Voldemort killed him." Ginny opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out. She sat there for a few moments, and soon her eyes grew round and her face contorted with anger. Her face burned red as if it was on fire.

            "Why?" she growled. Hermione once again looked distressed, but felt obliged to explain.

            "Voldemort was the one who killed Draco's father. Mr. Lucious Malfoy betrayed Voldemort by helping the Order of the Pheonix. Voldemort was told of his betrayal by another death eater. Extremely angry, Voldemort found Lucius, tortured him, and finally killed him right before Mr. Malfoy said "Say goodbye to Draco for me". He had gone crazy and these were his last words. Voldemort figured that Draco was most important to Lucius and that he could make more fun out of this than he thought. So he disguised himself as a snake, slipped into Hogwarts, and bit Draco. "Goodbye," he hissed, after slithering away. Draco died peacefully in his sleep, Ginny." Finally getting the courage to look at Ginny in the eyes, she regretted ever saying anything. Ginny now looked like a firecracker, just about to go off. And she did.

            "WHY THE HELL DRACO? HE COULD HAVE HAD ANYONE, BUT WHY DRACO?!" she screamed. People in other beds woke up and stared at her. Breathing heavily and sweating all over, she hissed, "I'm going to kill him. I'm going to kill Voldemort." Then she fell into her pillow in loud sobs.

            "Ginny, its okay," Hermione said is a soft voice. "It's going to be okay. I'm going to go now, goodbye." A few days later Ginny was out of the hospital and able to go to classes again. She barely spoke or did her homework; nothing mattered anymore. One morning she almost slit her wrists in the bathroom, but she knew that she could get through this. She slowly began to talk more, and confided everything within Hermione. She regained happiness after a couple of months and after almost a year, she could talk about the incident. From Draco's death, she learned to seize the day. And as Hermione always told her, "One day it can be sunny and perfect. But inevitably, there will be rain."

THE END