Don't Cry

D/G

Disclaimer: Don't own anything, bla bla bla...

Summary: Ginny hates her life, she hates everyone in it, will suicide be the answer to her problems, and how will a certain Slytherin fit in?

Chapters:

Depressed

Am I dead?

Why

Get of my CASE!

I love you

Am I dead now?

Is it the End?

NO!

I love you too

A/N

Chapter four: Get off my case

Silence.

Ginny debated whether she should tell him or not. He'd probably tell mom. He wouldn't help her at all, heck, he probably wouldn't even care.

"Ron, I'm fine, I'm having my... you know... I get moody..." She gave her brother a small smile.

"Are you sure..." Ron asked uncertainly, he didn't believe her.

"Of course I'm sure Ron. Now get out, I'm tired." She got off her bed and stood by her door.

He stared at her for a while, but then he finally got up.

"Goodnight, sis." He told her. "Night." She grumbled in reply.

She shut the door. Sooner or later she had to go see Malfoy. She was starting to understand what he had been trying to tell her this whole time. Maybe she shouldn't kill her self. He was right, she would break the hearts of all her family of Charlie, and Bill, Fred, George, Ron. Her mother had always told her to make the best out of life.

She would go see him, and thank him.

Tomorrow.

She slid into her bed and fell asleep quickly because for once she hadn't lied to Ron. She really was tired.

"Come on Ginny! Get up!" Hermione screamed. Hermione shook her and shook her until Ginny fell off the bed.

"HER-MI-ONE! I WAS SLEEPING!" Ginny yelled at her.

"Sorry... your brother asked me to wake you up, or you'd be late for the Hogsmade trip." Hermione blew a hair out of hair face.

'I knew I should have told Ron to wake her, Ginny's always giving me attitude.' Hermione thought.

"Okay." Ginny told her.

"Okay?" Hermione asked.

"Okay." Ginny said again.

There was an awkward pause. Then Ginny smiled. It warmed Hermione. Ginny was so sweet.

"Well better get in the shower..."

"Yeah, don't want to be late." Hermione told her.

"Nope." Ginny pointed to the door.

Hermione smiled and saw her way out.

'Maybe the reason I had no friends was because I always shut myself out from everyone, when I was nice to Hermione I obviously surprised her.' Ginny thought. Maybe she wouldn't kill her self. 'Wait... HOGSMADE! Oh no, but I still have to see Draco!'

She took a record-breaking two-minute shower. She hurried back into her room, threw on an oversized cotton-white sweater and a powder blue school girl skirt, with black leggings that went up to her knee. She slipped on her black high-tops and ran out the door.

"Whoa! Slow down there Gin!" Ron told her softly, as Ginny sped past him. He was still upset that his own sister couldn't tell him the truth.

"No time to talk! Got to see Mal- someone!" His name almost slipped out. That was a close one.

"Okay Gin, but don't take long we're leaving for Hogsmade in two hours!" He yelled after her.

Two hours that's all the time she had. She had no idea where Draco was. She'd have to look everywhere, and Hogwarts is pretty big. Suddenly two hours felt like two minutes.

Hastily she tied her hair into a low ponytail, with a spare ponytail she had tied to her hand.

Library. She'd go there first. That sounded like the perfect place to encounter someone you didn't like.

So that's where she went.

Draco watched the red head burst open the wooden double doors, from his comfortable table at the far corner.

She stopped and looked around.

She was looking for someone.

'Weasel has decent clothes on.' Draco thought. 'Did she take my advice?'

As much as he tried to hide it he had grown to like the Waeselette. She's probably the only good thing the Weasley's ever produced.

"Malfoy?" She asked him uncertainly. He looked a little zoned out.

"Huh? Oh yes Weasley? How may I help you?" He said.

"You were right. Thank you." She replied.

"I was right?" He asked her.

She nodded.

"Thank you?" He asked again.

Once again she nodded.

"Your welcome Weasely. Suicide is a really touchy subject for me and I could have helped anyone. I didn't help you just because it was you." He said smirking.

"Why can't you just take a compliment?" She asked him.

"I'm a Malfoy." He said.

"What's that supposed to mean?" She asked him.

Draco smiled at her red curls and freckled face. 'She really does have nice features.' Draco thought and then realizing what he'd just said mentally slapped himself.

"It means nothing Ginny." Oh no, he had called her by her first name.

'What wrong with me?'

"Oh so now we are on first name basis?" She asked him.

"I guess so." He smirked.

She smiled, and gave him a hug. At first Malfoy was stiff but then he was warmed by her innocence and awkwardly patted her back.

Ron's Point of view: I know something's wrong with Ginny. Why won't she tell me? Is it that bad? I'm her brother. I know its been there for a while. What ever it is. I just didn't take it seriously until she, well, started acting funny. Towards Harry and me, especially towards Harry. I promise that I'll find out what's wrong with her. And I promise that I'll help her overcome it. Not matter what it is.

"Ron? Ginny's here." Harry told him.

"Oh she is?" Ron asked.

"She's right over there, we can go now." Harry replied.

"Okay," He said, and the four of them Hermione, Ginny, Harry, and himself, went to Hogsmade.
"Ginny, have a butter beer!" Harry asked her, the four of them where sitting at The Three Broomsticks.

"No." She told him, and then remembered her manners and added, "Thanks Harry." Through gritted teeth.

She decided on being extremely cold to Harry, she wasn't going to put on that little show any longer.

"Ginny are you sure you don't want?" Ron asked her.

"Okay, I'll have just one." She took the mug from Ron and took a sip.

It warmed her instantly. It felt great. "Ron, I planned to take Hermione to that new Coffee place that just opened up around the corner, they say it has great cookies." Harry told Ron.

"S'okay with me, as long as you bring me one." Ron said.

"I'll bring Ginny one too, C'mon 'Mione." He told them and hurried off with Hermione.

"Enjoying your butter beer?" Ron asked Ginny, after Harry had left.

"Yes, it's great," Ginny, told him. "Are you okay Ron?" She added when she saw Ron's face.

"No actually, are you okay?" He said softly, looking down at his bubbling butter beer.

"I already told you Ron, I'm fine, nothings wrong with me." She replied.

"Then how come I don't believe you." Ron said.

"Ron, please!" She had never seen her brother like this, he looked about 20 years older and wiser, his immature grin gone, lines of worry marked his face, he really did seem to care.

"Ginny please tell me." He was so calm it made her angry.

It made her really angry.

"You know what Ron? Get off my back! You aren't my mother!" She yelled at him.

She got up from her stool and stormed off.

"No, but I'm your brother." He said silently to himself, after she had gone.

Maybe he doesn't care, maybe she would kill herself, maybe this was all bull, her life was bull, and she was going to do it again. There are other ways to kill her self, and cutting her wrists is on of them.
Slightly revised.