A Broken Rose
"Ginevra..." the voice called, "Ginevra..." It was a male voice, undoubtedly, and Ginny smiled to herself, thinking that it might be to finish what he'd to kiss her...How wrong she had been. "Ginevra? Don't you love me any more?" And then a force gripped her throat, choking her, choking the life out of her. "You've betrayed me..." the voice was no longer beckoning...if any thing it was malevolent, "You've fallen in love with some one else!" And now Ginny could hear skin slapping on skin, in a rhythymic motion...And she opened her eyes, to see Tom. Tom, pumping into her, hard, his eyes cold and amused as tears fell from her eyes. 'Stop,' she mouthed, unable to find her voice, but it only made him laugh in sadistic pleasure...like Malfoy had laughed at Ron, except this was so much more evil. 'Stop!' she screamed silently again. But he wouldn't. She looked at him, his palms cupping her breasts and stared in horror as she remembered the first time he had done this to her...'Nooo...!'
Ginny woke abruptly, sweat covering her brow, tears still falling from her eyes. It was dark in her dormitory, the other girls snoring silently. She cried, covering her face with her shaking hands in an attempt to stifle the sobs of anguish. Tom was back...But why? Why had he come to plague her again? Hadn't Harry sent him away for good? Ginny felt the unbearable rush of coldness, of darkness flow through her veins. She cried some more, watching as each tear splashed onto her crimson sheets. She hugged herself with her hands in an attempt to stop the insecurity, the feeling that she had just been violated. But she had. And it had hurt.
"Leave me alone," Ginny whispered to the dark, "Please leave me alone."
Why in the name of Merlin was he back though? Things had just begun to go her way, and bam, out of no where, Tom pushes himself back into the scene. She had just begun to feel securely about her grades, about the fact that no matter what she did Potions would always be her favorite subject, Transfiguration her least. She had just begun to discover that Malfoy made her feel good...Malfoy...'You've fallen in love with some one else!'...The words rolled around like hot coals in her head. Could she have fallen in love with Malfoy within the period of a day?
'It couldn't be, though,' she reasoned bitterly, 'Love takes a long time, months, years even.' And yet she felt so strongly about Malfoy. But, then, it could just be a crush. But could this be a crush? Ginny was confused-depressed. She wanted to hurt herself, to hurt some one or something. She had to do something...'Maybe...maybe I should stop...' the though sent another wave of depression tumbling over her and seeping into her head...'Maybe I should stop seeing Malfoy...' She took a deep shuddering breath. She didn't know what else to do. She just had to avoid him from now on, no matter how much she enjoyed his company and his bland timidness around her. No matter how much he made her stomach flip and her cheeks flush with comfort and a sense of security she had never experienced before. No matter how much he made her want to just hug him close and pour all her troubles out to him...No matter-- Ginny stopped right there, realizing these thoughts would only make it harder for her to separate the day old bond she had erected with her family's arch enemy.
She sighed. There was no way she could go to stop from hurting herself. No way. Silently, she searched for her guardian angel, sighing when she found him there. He could stay. He couldn't be the problem, after all, since he had been with her for too long to be any sort of problem. He was a part of her. There was a possibility he didn't exist. That he was a figment of her imagination that she had created to help her sap up her pains. That was a possibility she had considered, and accepted as just that: a possibility. She wasn't sure. She didn't care. She loved her guardian angel. And he loved her, too.
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Draco felt it in the middle of the night when she called out to him. It was more something she did in her mind than anything else. Something she called when she felt alone or depressed. But she had never seemed so desperate before. And she had never needed his support so late at night. He concentrated on her with all his might, giving into the tingling that was her in the back of his mind. He wondered what was wrong.
'Ginny, Ginny...' he thought over to her, knowing she couldn't hear him, but that she could feel it. After all, she had to be able to feel it when he concentrated on her like this, else she wouldn't be calling on him. That happened to some witches and wizards. Draco had read it in a book he had sneaked out of the Restricted Section. A book called 'Magical Mysteries of the Mind' by one Myrdle Myrad. When one witch or wizard could focuse his or her mind on another being completely and totally, there often formed a connection where, over time, both wizards could feel each other through their minds. It was rather rare that one person could devote his mind to another so accurately, but Draco had developed it over his years of observation and clear admiration. He hadn't even needed to try.
And yet, tonight, in the darkness of his dorm room, he could feel her confusement, so great it was. He could feel something of the depression that was in her mind. And he could almost feel her pain. Something was dreadfully wrong tonight, and Draco, to his extreme dismay had absolutely no way of finding out what. He could have cried, but wouldn't allow himself. He'd keep her company like this until she fell asleep.
And so he leant back, ready to stay awake for whatever amount of time was necessary.
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Ginny dragged herself out of bed that morning, thoroughly afraid. She had never felt such a lack of self-confidence, even in the early days after the Chamber incident. At least then she had known she had had some control over her life back again. Now...she had nothing. Absolutely nothing.
'Except for your guardian angel...' she reminded herself, finding him in her mind and flashing him a thought of gratitude. And then it quickly disapeared, as if soaked up by some othermindly being, as Ginny remembered what she'd have to try and do today. Avoid Malfoy. Avoiding him would be the most difficult thing she'd ever have to force herself to do, that'd be for sure. She didn't want to have to avoid him. If anything, she wanted to corner him in a dark corner and take off from where they'd left off yesterday evening. But then Tom would come back and punish her. Or, even worst, he might go and punish Malfoy. She didn't want that. She never wanted to see Malfoy in pain.
But then, even as she thought about avoiding him, he passed her in the halls walking towards the Great Hall. He was wearing his school robes, of course, his tie not fixed properly, his top button undone. His robe hung open and his hair was a mess. Altogether he looked like he hadn't gotten any sleep last night, therefore had tried to gain an extra fifteen minutes this morning, and as a result had had to cut short his dressing time. She felt a small, weak smile tug at her lips, but it was, nevertheless a smile. She tugged back, pulling her lips into a tight line. 'Show no emotion...' she thought, but it was easily overrun by the familiar scent of his cologne and the quick acknowledging glance he flashed her. Her knees went weak as she remembered being surrounded by that wonderful smell, the smell of him, and having those eyes watching her face with apt intentness.
'This is going to be harder than I thought,' she mused bitterly to herself, before walking into the Great Hall, currently packed with lively children.
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"Did you hear about it, Drakky Wakky?" Pansy asked excitedly. Draco rolled his eyes, but signaled for her to go on. "There's going to be a Hallowe'en Dance in a few weeks...!" Pansy seemed very excited about this, seemingly on the verge of bursting a vein.
Draco on the other hand was unimpressed, or maybe it was because he was too absorbed in thinking over the littlest Weasley's appearance. She looked tired this morning, bags under her eyes, her hair in knots unlike her usual smoothly wild look. He groaned slightly. She was unhappy, and he knew it. He just hoped it had nothing to do with yesterday evening. 'God help her,' he thought, ''Cuz she's beyond me right now.' And she was. And he was worried.
"So who ya taking?" Pansy continued, unphazed by Draco's lack of care. Pansy's pudgy hand flew confidently to Draco's knee, but he shook it off and crossed his leg over the other, away from her grasp.
"Not you," he drawled, biting into a piece of toast, then quickly fleeing the scene. He went to his only haven in the whole castle. The library.
Author's Note: Alas, finished. I'll now have less time to update due to a newly added math tutoring session (for one hour) on Tuesdays, that having kicked my guitar lessons from that spot and onto vacated Thursday. Well, I've gotta take the math tutoring cuz, though my math grades are still 80 percent and over, no way am I going to risk failing math. Newayz...Review and tell me what you think. :-)
PS: New chappy'll be up by Sunday latest, if not I give you all right to flame me or whatever...