.
He'd been sleeping for a while now, and Ginny was at his bedside for almost the entire time. She had given him potions for medication, but then thought better of it. What hasn't he ingested? His stomach probably couldn't take much more. So for everything else beyond that thought she performed spells to heal him, and placed her healing stone amongst a few clear quartz crystals around him on the bed to help detoxify his body. He'd fallen asleep almost right away from exhaustion.
And Virginia, some how, convinced Madame Pomfrey to leave him alone. Writing up on his chart 'had a slight headache, needs to rest' and showing the note Snape had written for her, she'd left him be. Gin did have to get to her classes, after all her volunteering time was only for one free class hour. Though she did come back between classes to check up on him and see if he was awake yet. Every time he was still asleep.
When class time was over Ginny went straight to the infirmary to volunteer to stay late. Madame Pomfrey wasn't to keen on the idea and didn't need the extra help but Gin stretched the truth a bit and said she'd promised Draco she would be here with him all through the night. Frowning at having a visitor after visiting hours she hesitantly agreed, but since she'd trusted Ginny with more important things, couldn't see the harm in it if it was just one night. And seemed to also over look the odd pairing with out comment.
Right now it was 5:30 and a supper tray had been brought up for both of them, but Ginny waved his away. He wouldn't be hungry, nor would she feed him if he were.
She did have novels on hand she'd stashed away earlier for those slow hours of the morning, but mostly she just sat in her chair next to Dracos bed and thought.
'Why would he do this? How many times has it happened? Doesn't his family know? How could some one over look something as obvious as this?!'
As more questions came to her she began to get angry. 'Why hadn't some one done something?!' And decided she was going to ask him as soon as he woke up, because the situation didn't make sense to her at all. 'He has everything! The individual attention of his parents, money, friends, girls who want to go on dates with him.' In her mind she couldn't find one reason for his wanting to take so many drugs. Sure, people go through rough times, but that's no reason to loose touch with reality completely, or even on occasion for that matter.
Though at the same time it intrigued her. 'What was it like? The high, the buzz you could feel, the things you could see…'
She'd never used any kind of drug before, not even touching coffee. And lately Ron hasn't been going to the club much at all. Instead he'd been slowly replacing his addiction with a new 'drug' by the name of Hermione, so he wouldn't be as excited to hear of her new fascination. Another option would be to ask Harry, but she couldn't do that either. Not only was he becoming more stressed with the new threats of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, but also he might tell Ron her questions.
Even yesterday, and during class today, Ginny caught herself thinking of what it must be like. And about how she could have used this kind of an escape back in her first year. Whether it be instead of the diary, or because of the diary, it didn't matter. Anything would have been nice.
Her first year wasn't exactly the most enjoyable, and after having missed out on the opportunity of making friends she was unfortunately stuck in that same state. Friendless. Not even Tom could be with her now. On occasion she did think about him, missed him, maybe even wished him back. But knew it wouldn't help anything. She'd still be friendless, she's only had the joyous company of a 'talking' book.
And it was still like that, Virginia Weasley not having any friends or even someone to associate with besides Collin. She'd gone up into one of the astronomy towers that night because the other girls were having a party. Lavender, a girl one year older than her in seventh year, asked if she could maybe sleep in the common room for one night "Girl stuff, you understand…"
Ginny looked over to Draco, he looked at peace, like nothing in this world could touch him. And in a way nothing could. Even if it did it wouldn't matter because he had another world he could go into. An escape that he took regularly and with good faith he would be saved from that which he ran from.
'Is he happy like this?' she thought. You always hear about those stories of people who've screwed up and then they look for sympathy because they were "slaves to an addiction". But weren't there any happy endings with out quitting? You never hear any of their stories, do you?
Those stories get tucked away and are never spoken of.
Why?
Because no one wants to hear how 'evil' triumphs over 'good', how for once some one didn't overcome his or her own fear but drowned in it. It's not always a pretty picture, and people know how others don't like pictures if they aren't pretty.
Maybe she /was/ looking for an escape. Maybe she /needed/ another world to lock her self in when others aren't looking.
But what if she did locker her self in another world?
Would she be able to get back out again?
Would she want to?
.
He'd been sleeping for a while now, and Ginny was at his bedside for almost the entire time. She had given him potions for medication, but then thought better of it. What hasn't he ingested? His stomach probably couldn't take much more. So for everything else beyond that thought she performed spells to heal him, and placed her healing stone amongst a few clear quartz crystals around him on the bed to help detoxify his body. He'd fallen asleep almost right away from exhaustion.
And Virginia, some how, convinced Madame Pomfrey to leave him alone. Writing up on his chart 'had a slight headache, needs to rest' and showing the note Snape had written for her, she'd left him be. Gin did have to get to her classes, after all her volunteering time was only for one free class hour. Though she did come back between classes to check up on him and see if he was awake yet. Every time he was still asleep.
When class time was over Ginny went straight to the infirmary to volunteer to stay late. Madame Pomfrey wasn't to keen on the idea and didn't need the extra help but Gin stretched the truth a bit and said she'd promised Draco she would be here with him all through the night. Frowning at having a visitor after visiting hours she hesitantly agreed, but since she'd trusted Ginny with more important things, couldn't see the harm in it if it was just one night. And seemed to also over look the odd pairing with out comment.
Right now it was 5:30 and a supper tray had been brought up for both of them, but Ginny waved his away. He wouldn't be hungry, nor would she feed him if he were.
She did have novels on hand she'd stashed away earlier for those slow hours of the morning, but mostly she just sat in her chair next to Dracos bed and thought.
'Why would he do this? How many times has it happened? Doesn't his family know? How could some one over look something as obvious as this?!'
As more questions came to her she began to get angry. 'Why hadn't some one done something?!' And decided she was going to ask him as soon as he woke up, because the situation didn't make sense to her at all. 'He has everything! The individual attention of his parents, money, friends, girls who want to go on dates with him.' In her mind she couldn't find one reason for his wanting to take so many drugs. Sure, people go through rough times, but that's no reason to loose touch with reality completely, or even on occasion for that matter.
Though at the same time it intrigued her. 'What was it like? The high, the buzz you could feel, the things you could see…'
She'd never used any kind of drug before, not even touching coffee. And lately Ron hasn't been going to the club much at all. Instead he'd been slowly replacing his addiction with a new 'drug' by the name of Hermione, so he wouldn't be as excited to hear of her new fascination. Another option would be to ask Harry, but she couldn't do that either. Not only was he becoming more stressed with the new threats of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, but also he might tell Ron her questions.
Even yesterday, and during class today, Ginny caught herself thinking of what it must be like. And about how she could have used this kind of an escape back in her first year. Whether it be instead of the diary, or because of the diary, it didn't matter. Anything would have been nice.
Her first year wasn't exactly the most enjoyable, and after having missed out on the opportunity of making friends she was unfortunately stuck in that same state. Friendless. Not even Tom could be with her now. On occasion she did think about him, missed him, maybe even wished him back. But knew it wouldn't help anything. She'd still be friendless, she's only had the joyous company of a 'talking' book.
And it was still like that, Virginia Weasley not having any friends or even someone to associate with besides Collin. She'd gone up into one of the astronomy towers that night because the other girls were having a party. Lavender, a girl one year older than her in seventh year, asked if she could maybe sleep in the common room for one night "Girl stuff, you understand…"
Ginny looked over to Draco, he looked at peace, like nothing in this world could touch him. And in a way nothing could. Even if it did it wouldn't matter because he had another world he could go into. An escape that he took regularly and with good faith he would be saved from that which he ran from.
'Is he happy like this?' she thought. You always hear about those stories of people who've screwed up and then they look for sympathy because they were "slaves to an addiction". But weren't there any happy endings with out quitting? You never hear any of their stories, do you?
Those stories get tucked away and are never spoken of.
Why?
Because no one wants to hear how 'evil' triumphs over 'good', how for once some one didn't overcome his or her own fear but drowned in it. It's not always a pretty picture, and people know how others don't like pictures if they aren't pretty.
Maybe she /was/ looking for an escape. Maybe she /needed/ another world to lock her self in when others aren't looking.
But what if she did locker her self in another world?
Would she be able to get back out again?
Would she want to?
.