Sing for absolution
I will be singing
Falling from your grace

His head snapped up sharply as he heard his name whispered softly from the doorway. The dagger dropped from his hand with a rattle of silver meeting stone as he saw who had found him in the act of his self-destructive self-bonding.

She stood there, one arm wrapped tightly around her books and the other outstretched with her hand still on the doorknob. Her robes hung loosely from her shoulders, her auburn hair swinging down her back as she came to an abrupt halt at the sight of him sitting on the window sill, bent over his arm, carving her name into his flesh.

He hurried to cover over the wounds by pulling down his sleeve and pressing his hand over the quickly forming bloodstain on the white cotton. He hissed softly at the searing pain that shot through him at the pressure over the gash, but he did not relieve himself of the sting.

The last thing he wanted was to be found by Ginny in this type of act.

Cautiously, she walked into the room, the door swinging shut behind her and closing with the snick of the lock. She walked over to the table with all his books on it and placed her bag next to his belongings.

She turned to look at him with a critical eye for a second before walking over to him and picking up the dagger.

"Show me what you've done," she commanded.

"I'd rather not," he muttered.

"I don't care. Show me." When he didn't uncover himself she reached out and pulled his arm roughly out of his grasp and pulled back the sleeve.

Her eyes widened as she saw what he had been doing to himself, her name reflected in her eyes as it bled from his flesh.

"Harry…" she whispered, running her fingers lightly over the wound. Here eyes were welling up with tears and her bottom lip was quivering.

"I'm sorry Ginny."

Shakily, she sat down on the floor beside him, her fingers tracing the cuts down his arm to linger on his bandaged wrist. She gasped softly as she felt the material under her fingertips and looked up into his face. He couldn't bear to look at her shining brown eyes, so he let his gaze wander out the window.

Her fingers intertwined with his and he looked down. She was still looking at him with sad eyes, though a small smile graced her face. He bent down and kissed her lightly on the mouth, reveling at the feel of her soft lips against his.

When he pulled away she was still smiling, though her eyes were now lit up by the hungry fire of a love she had hidden away for far too long.