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Draco was sitting at his bed while the other students were at Hogsmeade. He preferred to be alone since the encounter with that Weasley girl. There's so much to think, to ponder and to understand. But he can't seem to find an explanation in all these things.

 He had been so lonely. No one can understand what he feels. Even he, himself, cannot understand. What is he feeling?

Draco stood up. He knew what he needed right at that moment.

He needed to have peace of mind.

He needs to go away from this horrible place filled with terrible memories.

I desperately need someone, Draco thought miserably.

~*~

There was a loud knock on the door. Ginny looked up and frowned at the disturbance. "Come in," she said, sighing.

The door opened and Ron's head peeked from the outside. Automatically, Ginny's face broke into a bright smile. Already, her muscles were soaring from such a force in her face. "Hi Ron!"

Ron smiled back. "Hey," he answered, coming towards Ginny. "Are you sure you don't wanna come with us?"

Ginny sighed quietly from her bed. "Yes, I—I'm not feeling well right now."

Ron patted her head thoughtfully. He kneeled on the floor so that he and Ginny would be eye to eye. "Ok then," he said softly. "Is there something you want to talk about? You know you can always count on me."

Ginny hesitated. Cans she really tell Ron? No. Ron was sweet and definitely a good brother. But now that he and Hermione got their relationship in another level, she doesn't want to ruin his good mood. She shook her head, "No, but thanks anyway. I think I'm ok by myself."

"But—" Ron started to protest but a voice cut him off, yelling from below which obviously belonged to Hermione. "Ron! We better get going, it's getting late!"

Ginny smiled solemnly. "Come on now, go. Have fun without me, I know you will." Ron looked at her sympathetically. "Ok, then." He smiled sadly. "I'll bring you back some good stuff."

"Take care!" Ginny called as Ron went out the room. Automatically, her smile switched off like a light bulb. She sighed. She was, once again, alone.

Alone.

Lonely.

Abandoned.

Isolated.

Without anyone…

That's pretty much how she feels for the past few days. To be exact, after what happened with Draco. Now all this feeling of loneliness, sadness and depression are filling every bone, every nerve and every inch of her body. She never felt this feeling before.

Its like she was… she was receiving it from someone. WHAT?!? That was, like, the most stupid thing she's ever heard! But come to think about it… it sounds true. It felt true.

Feeling frustrated and confused with this heavy feeling and so many unanswered questions, she threw the book she was holding hard on the floor, so hard that it bounced many times and ended up with a loud thud. Not satisfied, she messed up her bed. She ripped all the posters in the wall. She threw all her things on the floor and she over turned her desk.

God, it was good to get this feeling out. Nobody can understand her. Nobody.

She reached the mirror on her bedside table and was about to smash it when she heard a soft chuckle behind her.

"That's enough now, Ginny," a soft, silky voice said.

Ginny turned around and let out a terrible gasp.

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Draco walked and walked, not aware of where he was going. He just continued walking. Once, he expected that if he kept walking, he would see Megan, standing there at the end of the hall, smiling and saying everything will be fine.

But nothing happened.

He sighed mournfully. Oh, what am I stupid or something? She's dead. Gone. Forever. Like Blaise.

At the thought of Blaise, Draco felt empty. Blaise was his best friend since forever. He was there whenever Draco needed someone. Until last year.

It was all Megan's fault, Draco told himself angrily.

He turned and punched the wall with such strong force every word. "All—her—damn—fault!"

He looked in front of him. The wall has a little crack on it. But 'little' wasn't' the word that can describe his destroyed hand. It was bloody and full of cuts. Blood dripped at the floor as he leaned on the wall, sliding down. He put his wounded hand into his hair, resting his head on his knees, trying to hide himself from the cruel world.

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There was nobody behind her.

Ginny looked around. No sign of humanity… "But… but… how is that possible? I heard a voice a while ago! Maybe… I'm hearing voices! Oh God…"

She heard another chuckle. She turned around frantically but failed to see that person. "WHO ARE YOU? Show yourself!" she screamed in frustration.

"You'll know but now is not the right time, my dear," the soothing voice told her. There was a swift movement of wind and the chuckling sound was not to be heard any longer.

Ginny blinked. She looked around again, her lower lip trembling slightly. Slowly, she made her way towards the door, opening and closing it quietly. She tried to stay cool, calm and collected as she went out the portrait hole. When she was at the hall, she shuddered.

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"Malfoy?" Draco heard an emotionless voice.

He looked up and met Ginny's blank eyes. She blinked then looked at my hair, which was covered with blood when he placed his blood-spattered hand there. She looked at me thoughtfully.

"What happened?"

Her voice was still blank and emotionless. It was so hard to read her; Draco didn't know if she was angry or sad or just plain old blank.

"Nothing, now go away," he snapped.

But Ginny didn't. Instead she bent down and reached over for his hand. Draco's mind was yelling at him to pull it back roughly and go away. Strangely, Draco just let her soft, warm hand hold his cold, sweaty one.

Draco searched her face. She was looking considerately at his hand. Draco exhaled softly as she placed her thumb, rocking it back and forth into the place of his injury.

He closed his eyes, relaxing.

When he opened his eyes, to his amazement, the injury was gone.

He couldn't believe this… the last time something happened was when he was at the field… with Megan… He gulped. And Megan had healed his wounded hand with his eyes closed.

Suddenly, he jerked his hand away from hers.

Ginny searched his eyes, looking at him intently.

And Draco found himself stretching his cured hand and cupping her beautiful face lightly. She closed her eyes.

"MEGAN?" he whispered unexpectedly.

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Well, that was just an experiment. I hope you like it though. Wow! The story is getting pretty much exciting. Wish you could appreciate my effort though and review a nice one. :) [TRANSLATION: No flames] Hardiharhar.

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