Title: Broken Silence Author: Katy Rating: PG13, nothing really happens that is high rated, it is just a bit dark Pairing: Ginny/Another girl, I don't think I'll tell you quite yet if you don't mind. Warnings: Dark, suicide and femslash. Gosh that is a hell of a lot of warnings for my first fic.. What ever happened to me being a 'nice girl'? What would my mother say now! Disclaimer: If you are under the misapprehension that this could possibly be mine then you are not only wrong but extremely misguided. Author's Notes: As I said, this is my first ever finished fic. So I am a tad nervous.

I need to give my undying thanks to Enismirdal for her wonderful expertise, she managed to correct my grammar, point out when I wasn't making any sense, make me actually write this and then actually let it out to annoy all you lot with! Not only that, but she also kisses me lots (so under- rated darling!) and eats Bailey's ice-cream with me when I feel sad.. So lots and lots of kisses for you, not like I wasn't going to kiss you anyway. but there we go. Can never kiss too much, that's my philosophy. Thanks sweetie

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Beginning

Pansy felt the light hit her. She tried to open her eyes, but all she could see was red, blood red everywhere. She blinked, her right arm felt trapped, so bringing her left up to her face she wiped her eyes. She felt terrible; she could not ever remember a feeling quite like this. She felt drained and used. She felt rather than saw the small movement of something, someone next to her. And the night before flooded back to her.

They were covered in blood, more than you could ever think would allow them to live. Ginny was unconscious, but her hand was still clutching Pansy's in a vicelike grip. Beside the older girl Ginny stirred, her body tensed, and Pansy could see her chest heave a little, and on the face that looked too young to have seen so much dark she saw a single tear. Ginny's eyes blinked open, and another tear fell. Looking at her, it felt the most natural thing in the world to reach forward, tentatively, and to wipe it away. Their tears fell, their faces so close in the way that they lay, still the heap that they had fallen into, that not even an attentive observer could separate them. And it felt like the most natural thing in the world to move just a half an inch so that their lips touched. They didn't quite kiss, they were too tired to move, but they cried together. Two girls who didn't cry, who couldn't cry, lay on the floor and cried and were not alone.