Will You Be There?

Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own anything of Harry Potter, blah, blah, blah. But one day I do hope to own James Marsters. Or maybe even Erik-Michael Estrada. Maybe all the bangin niggas in the world!!!! Oh do I wish!!!!

Lyrics are from "Supergirl" by Krystal Harris.

Chapter 2: Supergirl

I'm supergirl

And I'm here

To save the world

And I wanna know

Who's gonna save me?

"Surprise Malfoy!!" Ginny's sarcastic voice pierced into her own skull about twice as much as she thought it did Draco's. "Happy to see me?"

"Why'd you do it?"

"Do WHAT Malfoy?" She sounded exasperated.

"Save me."

"We're on this AGAIN? Didn't I just tell you?" Honestly, even though it was true what she told him about Ron, she didn't even know why she had even done it. 'Call it a spur of the moment thing,' she thought sardonically. Did she want to be his friend, as she had thought earlier that night? Was that her real intent at all? As if he was reading her mind, Draco said,"You don't even know, do you?"

"And what if I don't? You should be thanking me for saving your sorry ass at all instead of complaining about it!!! You know what? I'm sorry that I even did it!! You're nothing but a pathetic excuse for a human anyways." As soon as she realized what she said, she regretted it immediately, because she could see the flicker of pain that flashed through his eyes. Deciding to be better towards him, she asked tentatively, "Are you ok?", while tenderly touching his arm.

As if she actually caused him actual pain, he recoiled back into the shadows, spitting out, "I don't need you filthy pity, Weasley."

"What the fuck is up with you Malfoy? One minute you're practically begging me to care about your minimal problems, and when I actually start to show an interest, you pull away. Why is that?"

"Why, Weasley? You have the actual nerve to ask WHY?" He laughed a hollow laugh that made Ginny shiver. "Fine, I'll tell you why. Oh, and a Malfoy never begs."

"What do you think I've been waiting for? And it sure didn't seem like you weren't begging."

"Your so-called pity was fake. And I don't need anything fake. You know, once you get down to it, everything is fake—lust, love, caring, emotions in general."

"And of course you would know this because you're devoid of any emotion in the first place."

"Don't you dare talk about things you have no idea about," Draco said in a low tone that had Ginny scared. "Besides, I can't possibly see why you would care in the first place. No one ever cares. Why should they? They have their own pitiful covers that they call lives to be self-absorbed in. And people wonder why they're called selfish."

"And you don't apply this to yourself?? At all? You're just the epitome of pure innocence, right?"

"Did I say I was Weasley?" he growled.

"Well, no—"

"So let's keep it that way."

Seconds turned to minutes as the tension built in the dark room. In the pale rays of the moonlight, Ginny could see Draco. The moonlight gave him an ethereal glow, making him look like a fallen angel. His shoulder-length hair wasn't the platinum blonde everyone always described it as—rather, it was more of a dirty blonde, looking more down-to earth. He had a five o'clock shadow that didn't look like it was going to leave his face anytime soon. His mercury eyes held a depth that Ginny never thought possible. His long nose looked aristocratic and snobbish. He had a thin upper lip, but a full bottom one, which was one of things that drove Ginny crazy.

Earlier, she had removed his shirt and pants to wash them, so he was wearing nothing but his boxer shorts. She couldn't help but admire his chest. He was well-built, with nothing but lean muscle. His six-pack seemed to intrigue her no end. Even under her covers, she could tell he had long, powerful legs. His arms weren't bad either. They looked like they could hold a 250-pound woman easily.

And then she saw them—all the numerous cuts along his arms. She never liked cutting. She didn't see the point of ruining your body just to see blood. In fact, the whole idea of it creeped her out. She wanted to help him, to know what the cause of all his pain was, but somewhere, deep in her brain, she had a feeling that she would never get him to stop. That scared her.

Other than the cuts, he was hot, but she would never voice that comment out loud. He was facing the window, the look in his eyes heartbreaking. She thought absentmindedly that he would've been a good model for one of her drawings, but the thought was fleeting.

"Why are emotions fake?"

"What?"

"Why are emotions just a façade to you Malfoy?"

"Because they can mean so many things and deceive so many people. In the end, with emotions, you always end up hurting someone.

"I don't get it, Malfoy. Explain."

"For example, a guy could tell a girl he loves her, but is lying to get her in bed and use her a few times before he dumps her. In the end, that poor, innocent girl gets hurt. Another example: You hate this guy you work for. However, because he's your boss, you have to be cordial towards him so you can keep your job. In the end, you're hurting yourself because those feelings you're keeping bottled in will come back to haunt you, and it's never good. That's why we all have to learn to have no emotion—that way, no one would ever get hurt."

"No one could do that. If we had no emotion, we would die."

"Don't you get it? If we never show emotion, no one gets hurt. Do you really want to suffer pain because of foolish emotions?"

"Did something happen to you because you showed emotion?"

"What?"

"Did something happen to you because you showed emotion?"

"Where would you conceive an idea like that?"

"The way you talk—it's as if something happened to someone you cared about because you showed an emotion."

"Once again Weasley, don't get caught up in things that you have no idea about."

"Fine. I swear I won't try to help you again."

"Help? Who do you think you are, bloody Supergirl? You can't help the whole world."

"I wasn't trying to help the bloody world, Malfoy. I was trying to help you. But, as I can see, you obviously don't need it. Wait. How would you know about a Muggle comic?"

"I have my sources, Weasley. I told you I was different now. I guess it just took that for you to see." He smirked at that. "And I don't need your fake pity and your fake caring. No one cares in this world, at least, not for me." His smirk dropped at that hard fact. "I've accepted it. Now let's mov—"

"Who says no one cares for you?"

"How about the world? That about covers it anyway. As I was—"

"You know what Malfoy? I think I've had about enough of your holier-than-thou bullshit. People do care about you, you know. At least one person has to."

"Any person that might've cared about me in the slightest is dead, ok? Can we please drop the subject?"

Ginny sighed. "Fine Malfoy. It's already past four in the morning. On a Saturday. Look, I'll just go on the couch over there. And please, try to get some sleep? Goodnight Malfoy."

"G'nite Weasley."

Ginny watched as Draco rolled over to his side. As soon as she heard his steady breathing, signaling that he was asleep, she started to cry. "Why do I feel the need to help him? I can't explain it! It just seems right. 'Maybe if I could help him he could help me!' How stupid was I? He doesn't want my help. He doesn't want to be helped. Maybe he's right. Maybe nobody wants me either." Her words didn't go unnoticed, by two people.

'I'll always want you Ginevra. Even if the world will never accept you, I will.'

"Shut up Tom!! I thought you were gone!! Why have you come back?? What do you want with me?"

'Easy, Ginevra. I want my friend back. Weren't we such good friends? I bet you we could be good friends again.'

"No, no!!! Stop!! Stop being in my head!!! Get out!! Get out..." Ginny dissolved into heart-wrenching sobs. She couldn't help it. The presence of Tom and the fact that he was back in her head was too overwhelming. However, two arms held her tightly while she cried it all out. All Ginny knew was that the presence holding her felt warm and smelled good—two things Tom had never been for her.

Those same two arms consoled her in this time of worry and brought her to her bed. By that time, she was shaking uncontrollably with fear and the never-ending cold she always had. Those two arms held her in that bed, warming her up, and eventually, soothing her to a dreamless sleep.

I'm supergirl

And I'm here to

Save the world

And I wanna know

Why I feel so alone...

Woo-hoo!!! Number 3 down!!! This is so great!! Was it a liitle bit more angsty for you? I hope so. I know there was no Blaise/Hermione action there, but there will be next chapter. Right then, I just wanted to focus on what happened that night. And Tom's back!!! Mwah-ha-ha-ha-ha!! How will that bode for these two?? Read and review!! Tankies!!

Next Chap: Someone discovers Ginny and Draco together, but who??