Unhealthy
(A/N: Please R&R!)
"I can't Draco…I, I don't…I can't…I'm frightened," I said, shaking my head. Draco moved closer to me.
"I'm scared too Ginny, I haven't felt this way for a very long time. You make me feel, human." He said shivering.
I shook my head again.
"No…I'm so sorry this happened…please, forget it ever did…" I cried, running away from him. I remembered what Harry had said. "It just, it just happened! Okay? It just happened"
And look how much it destroyed…
(October 9)
Ginny walked slowly past a row of armor, trying to remember which hidden door to take to Gryffindor Tower without getting caught by Filch or Ms. Norris.
One of the armor stuck its leg out and sent Ginny sprawling.
"Son of a bitch-" Ginny whispered, lifting herself up. As she stood, Draco came running up to her.
"Don't leave," he said, pulling her to him.
"What do you want Draco? What can we possibly do? I'm terrified! Don't you understand what has happened to me, do you even care?" Ginny said, stepping away from him. Draco stared at her in shock.
"What do you mean? I do care; I care because it happened to me also! Hermione was my girlfriend, Ginny." Draco explained everything that Hermione did to him, and why he believed she did it. Ginny was in tears as he finished. She wrapped her arms around him as they sat near the armor.
"I didn't know, I didn't know, I'm sorry," Ginny said hugging Draco. Draco smiled weakly and kissed Ginny lightly on the forehead. Ginny slowly stood, straightening out her skirt and waited for Draco to stand. For a while Draco sat transfixed.
"Draco…are you going to get up?" Ginny asked, crouching in front of him.
He smiled and slid a hand down the side of Ginny's cheek.
Draco walked Ginny to her Tower. They stood silently outside of the Gryffindor Portrait door.
"Draco, before I go, I just want to tell you to forget all about what happened with us earlier, I know I was being ridiculous," Ginny said, twisting the hem of her shirt with her hands.
An awkward pause went by, then-
"I see," Draco said, turning to leave.
October 17
"I couldn't do it…it's too much, how can I possibly confront him? It's like…I don't know," Ginny said, shaking her head and hiding behind her Charms book.
"I don't know Gin, I think you shouldn't even bother, he's bad news, Malfoy," Neville said. They sat Indian style on a rug by the fire in the common room.
"I just, I just want to feel Neville, and I just want to love someone," Ginny said moving from behind her book. Neville's face lit up for a second.
"Ginny, you'll always be loved, and…felt…you're…you're very smart and beautiful Ginny," Neville stammered. Ginny giggled.
"Thanks Nev, you sure do know how to make a girl smile," Ginny flashed her famous grin and leaned forward to kiss Neville's cheek, making him blush deeply.
"Aw, thanks," Neville said quietly. Ginny stood, collecting her books.
"Ginny, um, I wanted to know if-" Neville begun.
"Hmm?" Ginny said standing in front of Neville.
"Would you like to…Hogsmeade…next week…?"
"To study? Oh thank you Nev! I was going to ask you if you wanted to help me study for Professor Sprouts test next Monday," Ginny exclaimed, grinning.
"Ah, yes, of course I'll help you study. We can study at the Three Broomsticks, or will that be too noisy?" Neville asked glumly.
"Oh, no, noise is not a problem, we'll be sitting close enough to hear one another," Ginny said, pushing her hair out of her face. Neville liked how Ginny's face looked when her hair moved near her eyes.
"Yeah, sure. Where are you heading?" he asked from the rug. Ginny sat down her books on the sofa and started to walk to the door.
"For a walk," she said from the door.
"Why don't I come with you?" Neville asked quickly.
"Uh…sure," she said uncertainly. She wanted to wander the halls, to see if Draco would be doing the same thing too.
Ginny couldn't stop thinking about the "thing" she and Draco had almost done about a week ago. She became very chilly when she thought about him, and the way he had held her.
Neville smiled nervously at her, waiting for a conversation to begin. They ended up in front of the Great Hall. People were already starting to file in for dinner. Ginny checked her watch. 6:16.
She didn't feel like eating, but she had to, her stomach made noises that were starting to frighten her. She could no longer go on with her hunger fest. They entered the hall and Neville bravely snaked an arm around Ginny. He did this smoothly, as if trying to comfort her because of her sudden paleness.
"C'mon Gin, food time," Neville said, leading her to the Gryffindor table.
She sat down, and Neville started to pile food onto her plate. He leaned into her to whisper.
"I know what you've been doing. Don't. It's unhealthy," his cheek was close to hers as he said this.
"You've become so thin Ginny. I can practically see your bones through your skin. Please, don't do it," he reached down to hold one of her hands. They were long, flecked with freckles and her nails were nicely shaped and free of intoxicating nail polish.
"Neville…I'm sorry."
Ginny took a bite into the chicken he had place in front of her.
"There you go," he said placing a drumstick on his own plate.
The trio entered and sat near Ginny and Neville. Harry's wild black hair was standing up as usual, Hermione's bushy brown hair -today- was tamed and put into a ponytail and Ron had gotten taller over the summer, and his hair came down to his ears.
"Hahaha, don't be foolish Ron, how can you say that Professor Snape actually has feelings for any of his students, and you of all people saying this!" Hermione said smiling.
"Well…he was really concerned when Harry passed out; you were too busy screaming to see his expression," Ron replied, adding food onto his plate. Hermione's face turned red as she turned to Harry.
"I was worried…I thought something had happen to you…I can't believe you toppled over that cauldron! At first I thought you were just being an ass, but then I saw you were out cold.
"Harry…what did you see?" Ron asked, flinging a pork chop around in his hand. Harry looked shaken and he had dark shadows under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept for ages.
"I saw the end," he whispered.
"What?" Ron mumbled with food in his mouth.
"Oh my God, the end of what exactly, Harry?" Hermione questioned, searching Harry's face.
"The end of the wizarding world Hermione, our end, everyone at this school, the wizards and witches…" Harry slowly answered.
They were silent.
"You need to take that shit to Professor Trelawney, Harry," Ron joked. Harry and Hermione turned their shocked expressions to Ron. He shrugged and apologized.
"This is a major problem! We have to do something, no use contacting the ministry; the lot of them are already on the Dark side. I just can't believe it…the day of Death is approaching…" Hermione whispered.
"Stop it Hermione, we're not going to die, are we Harry?" Ron asked.
"No."
"See Herm? Harry has it all under control, don't you mate?"
"No."
"So what are we going to do?" Hermione asked.
"We'll fight whatever comes our way of course!" Ron said angrily.
"Yes, we'll fight Ron, no matter what happens, I will make sure nothing bad happens to the ones I love," Harry said, staring at Hermione. She threw her arms around him as they embraced. Ron quickly looked around to see Ginny staring at them. He cleared his throat and continued to eat.
"It's not our business, let them be," Neville said, gently touching Ginny's shoulder. Ginny was flooded with fear. She cringed at the hearsay of the Dark Lord.
"He's growing stronger Neville…We all know that…no need to act ignorant towards that fact," swallowing a spoonful of mashed potatoes, Ginny got up and tossed her spoon onto the plate.
"Well, I have to get moving, homework…and eventually sleep," Ginny walked backwards to show Neville that she was not running away from him. He smiled and waved good-bye. Ginny turned around and quickly left the Great Hall.
Ginny's shadow followed her down the candle lit corridor.
She nervously checked over her shoulder, afraid by how quiet the area had gotten. She shivered when one of the lights flickered off. She looked at her shadow on the opposite wall from her, two figures showed instead of one. Ginny turned and found herself thrown against the wall, in-between two gargoyle statues.
A short, balding man had her pinned to the wall. His front teeth were long, his nose was pointed, and his nails looked like they could cut of a persons head. He resembled, to her, like a rat.
"Young Ginny Weasley…Where is Mr. Potter?" he asked with anger.
"Let go of me! Who are you, how do you know my name?" Ginny tried to twist herself out of his angry hands, but he held tight onto her.
"Never mind that…tell me where he is," the stranger pressed on. Ginny gasped.
"You…I remember you…from my childhood. You tried to hurt me,"
The memory played behind Ginny's eyelids, like a film.
Ginny, a small ten years old was playing in the fields by her house. It was a hot summer and Ginny had on her bathing suit, having wanted to play in the near by stream. As she reached her destination, she slowly stepped into the shallow part of the water. Standing knee deep she splashed the water eagerly and giggled madly. As she walked into the water, a large man stood above her. He reached down to push her into the water. Holding her head under, she splashed frantically for air, having involuntarily swallowed water that was making her lungs feel as if they're about to burst.
"Pretty young girl, you will love me, don't fight, don't fight against me, I am the one you love…the one your family trusts," he angrily said, pushing Ginny's head down viciously.
"Ginny! Ginny are you out here?" Ron yelled, running to find Ginny floating on the water. She lied motionless, her eyes staring heavenward.
"Ginny? Ginny! Oh God," Ron exclaimed running into the water to drag his sister to land. He tried to revive her by CPR, a slow muggle procedure that his mother forced him to learn in case of emergencies.
Her eyes fluttered and she took deep, gagging breaths, her eyes shifted as she stood, her legs felt like jelly.
"Ron, a man, a man tried to kill me; he tried to put my head under water,"
"Nonsense Gin, no such thing, you…you were having a dream," Ron said, trying to make sense of Ginny's story. A rat emerged from a tree and ran towards Ron.
"Scabbers! Where the bloody hell have you been!" Ron asked, scooping him up to cradle him against his chest.
"Ooooo…Ron, you said a bad word," Ginny said, having temporarily forgot her problem.
"Ah, Ginny, I'm eleven! I'm practically a grown man," Ron said, flexing his nonexistent muscles.
Although the two could not hear it, Scabbers quietly chuckled to himself.
"Yes…I remember you, young Weasley…I've always liked you, you were a cute girl, now you're a beautiful woman. I will ask you again only once, where is Potter?" He glared at her as she shook her head. He shook her again, this time harder, trying to get the information out.
"Well, you won't talk…then we shall see," he said, violently tearing open her school robes.
He lifted his hand from her and Ginny saw that it was gloved. He pulled the glove off, and Ginny gasped. The man's hand was silver. He pressed his hand against Ginny's left breast, right over her heart, and a hot white fire shot threw Ginny.
"Now Ginny, where is Potter?" the stranger asked. Ginny's eyes were staring angrily into the strangers.
"I don't know," she answered. His eyebrows furrowed and Ginny was hit with the fiery pain. She shrieked and tried to move from him.
"Where is he damn it!?" He bellowed and sent even more fire into Ginny's heart.
"You bastard!" Ginny cried.
She tried to kick him off and he let go. Ginny ran down the hall, blinded by tear, clenching her torn robe. She felt something hit her back and she fell to the floor, frozen.
"Let me go Peter," she screamed. She knew his name, she now knew the man of which her brother had told her about.
"Oh, I see you remember my name, soon, my name will be feared, just like my Lord," he whispered.
"Please let me go…I don't know where he is, I swear," Ginny whimpered. Peter sent another blast of fire into Ginny, making her squirm.
"DO NOT LIE GINNY! I know he is your boyfriend," he said, kneeling next to her shaking body.
"He's not my boyfriend anymore, please let me go," Ginny pleaded, but Peter grabbed her by the feet and started to drag her away from any person's sight.
"Hey! Hey!" a voice yelled. Ginny looked up from the floor to see Neville standing above her.
"What the fuck…" he said, drawing out his wand. He pointed to Peter, who grinned at him.
"Longbottom! You sure have grown, look just like your father. Speaking of your father, have you seen him lately? Send him my warmest regards," Peter said shocking Ginny several times, and then he vanished. Neville tried to curse him, but the spell hit air. Ginny squirmed, her body was jerking, spasms hitting her, one tremor after another.
"Neville, thank you, thank you for saving me," Ginny's voice shook severely. She finally let go, giving her body what it ached for.
"Ginny, hold on, I'll get you help," Neville whispered, lifting Ginny into his arms. He carried her to the infirmary, where Madam Pomfrey quickly assisted her. Neville sat nervously by her side, waiting for her to awake. The door of the infirmary opened, and Draco Malfoy walked in. He ignored Neville and quickly walked over to Madam Pomfrey's door where he knocked, waited, and opened the door.
Neville listened closely to what Madam Pomfrey was saying.
"Mr. Malfoy, there's nothing I can do. I'm sorry that she's taken ill, please, I can not break Wizard's Law and prescribe her illegal potions to cure a muggle disease,"
"But, she needs it, and it's not her fault she has it, it's not her fault, she shouldn't die because of what Father did!" Malfoy said.
"I'm sorry Malfoy," Madame Pomfrey said sincerely.
Malfoy slammed the door, and his eyes fell upon Neville.
"What the fuck are you looking at Longbottom?" Malfoy said nastily. His eyes lingered to see Ginny's pale face poking from under the sheet. Malfoy stood stock still; he searched Neville's face, and realized that his eyes were red.
"What happened to Weasley?" Malfoy asked, trying to keep a calm tone.
"Someone attacked her," Neville answered. Malfoy took deep breaths and closed his eyes.
"When?"
"About an hour ago, but she's sedated now. The predator really cast some dark magic on her, torture," Neville said staring at his hands.
"Was it a student?"
"No, it was a man, he had a silver hand," Neville continued.
"Fuck, Wormtail," Malfoy swore, he opened the door and left.
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