Don't Cry
D/G
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, bla bla bla... SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT! I hope you people are still interested.
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:
1.Depressed
2.Am I dead?
3.Why
4.Get of my CASE!
5.I love you
6.Am I dead now?
7.Is it the End?
8.NOO
9.I love you too
10.A/N
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Chapter 7: Is it the End? (Summary: A fight and Ginny and Draco's thoughts.)
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Warning! There will be some language in this chapter. If you don't mind keep reading.
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"I've got to see him!" Ginny repeated, a bit louder this time.
"Gin... you can't." Hermione said.
"You don't understand!" She was getting angry. Harry began to move slightly.
"GINNY!" Ron said firmly. "You aren't in the condition to walk, or talk for that matter. How are you going to get there without hurting yourself?"
Harry woke up. He looked around and saw that Ginny was awake. "Great Gin, you're up. Come on guys can we all go now?" Hermione looked at Harry, surprised. Ron's ears where turning red. Ginny had it. That was the last straw. She blew up. Ginny reached for the closest thing she could grab, it was a pen. She threw it at Harry.
"Shut up, you fucking prat! It's not like you've gone through anything I have. You're just an idiot with way too much luck, and doesn't know when to die!" She said angrily.
Ron stared. He was surprised to find out Ginny knew such language. Hermione looked at Ginny proudly, as if she had finally broke through her quite stage. Harry just looked like an ape scratching his head where the pen had hit him.
"Urgh!" Ginny threw off the white covers and jumped off the small bed. She furiously removed the curtain, almost ripping it and walked off, dragging the IV with her.
'I've got to find him.' She thought. She found only one single other "room" (in other words bed concealed by a curtain). The curtain clearly stated NO VISITORS; it was painted in bright red. Ginny didn't care she pulled open the curtain anyway.
"Draco! You are not going to die you hear me!" She stated angrily. Draco was lying down on the bed his hands shoved behind his head. He sat up slowly, as if it took great strength.
"Gin, we didn't have anything. Nor, do we have anything now." He said slowly. It pained him to say that, this was the biggest lie he had ever told.
"What do you mean?" Ginny asked him her anger slowly fading, only to be replaced by sorrow and bewilderment.
"I mean it's over. Finito. Goodbye Ginny." He said slowly lying back down. He barely felt anymore. He didn't feel Ginny's cold hand touch his arm.
"No, you don't mean that." She said desperately. "Look we are both going to get out of here and-" She was cut off.
"No, it is you who doesn't mean that. We both know what's going to happen to me." He said, his voice concealed no emotion; it was blank like his eyes, not cold and hard like they where before, just empty.
"Nothing is going to happen to you, you're fine. I'll help you, like you helped me. I promise that-" She began.
"SHUT UP!" He yelled and then more calmly he said, "Now please get out."
"Draco, I-"
"GET OUT!"
Ginny didn't say anything else she left, and softly pulled the curtain close.
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Draco knew how hurt she was, but he knew he was going to die, and she didn't even love him so what was the point. There was nothing else to hold him up, before it had been his mother but his father murdered her to show faith to Voldermort, then he had come to kill Draco. But he hadn't succeeded, nor did Dumbledor in saving him, and now Ginny pained and hurt, well it didn't help much.
Draco needed to end it, whatever they had. Ginny didn't return his love; she had simply run from it. But now he regretted it because it had hurt Ginny, she did, if anything, like him. It was to late, though. What's done is done.
Draco had been feeling awfully weak, and at night while pretending to be sleeping, he had heard, Professor McGonagall, Madame Pomfrey and Dumbledor talk.
Madame Pomfrey would explain to them his condition, every night, if it had worsened, or cured. Every night he would here these same words, "He has little chance of surviving, if any at all." Then he would peek, and Dumbledor would close his eyes, and McGonagall would nod.
Recently Madame Pomfrey had been, talking softer, and rushed. She was scared, and she didn't know what to do. She had said that, they would have to keep watch on him all day and night to see when he would... pass away. Draco was not ready to die.
Maybe he should have let Ginny help him. But then again, she couldn't be more help than Madame Pomfrey, and that woman was trying hard.
Maybe...
He will try to live, for Ginny, and if he does, maybe... they can pick things up again...
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'Why had he pushed me out? I lov- like him a lot, and I'm willing to help, why was he acting like that? Did I do something wrong?' Ginny thought.
She tried to remember what had happened before. He had told her he loved her, and what had she done... she had ran. Maybe he was upset because she didn't love him back... Maybe it was the fact that he was dieing; correction, thought he was dieing.
And Ginny was not going to let Draco die on her. She wasn't ready, and frankly neither was he.
'I don' t think anyone is ready to die, I can't let some one I lov- like get away from me that easily.
You love him now don't you?
No... I can't, he's, he's...
He's what Gin? Why are you pushing him away?
I'm not... It's that...
Gin...' She fought with herself.
She didn't know anything about herself anymore.
She was feeling to many things, at one time...
'I'm going crazy.' She thought as she leaned against the cold stonewall next to Draco's curtain concealed bed.
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This was a quick chapter only thoughts, and more thoughts, the next chapter will be a real chapter. R+R and I promise I'll update quickly!
D/G
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, bla bla bla... SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT! I hope you people are still interested.
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:
1.Depressed
2.Am I dead?
3.Why
4.Get of my CASE!
5.I love you
6.Am I dead now?
7.Is it the End?
8.NOO
9.I love you too
10.A/N
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Chapter 7: Is it the End? (Summary: A fight and Ginny and Draco's thoughts.)
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Warning! There will be some language in this chapter. If you don't mind keep reading.
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"I've got to see him!" Ginny repeated, a bit louder this time.
"Gin... you can't." Hermione said.
"You don't understand!" She was getting angry. Harry began to move slightly.
"GINNY!" Ron said firmly. "You aren't in the condition to walk, or talk for that matter. How are you going to get there without hurting yourself?"
Harry woke up. He looked around and saw that Ginny was awake. "Great Gin, you're up. Come on guys can we all go now?" Hermione looked at Harry, surprised. Ron's ears where turning red. Ginny had it. That was the last straw. She blew up. Ginny reached for the closest thing she could grab, it was a pen. She threw it at Harry.
"Shut up, you fucking prat! It's not like you've gone through anything I have. You're just an idiot with way too much luck, and doesn't know when to die!" She said angrily.
Ron stared. He was surprised to find out Ginny knew such language. Hermione looked at Ginny proudly, as if she had finally broke through her quite stage. Harry just looked like an ape scratching his head where the pen had hit him.
"Urgh!" Ginny threw off the white covers and jumped off the small bed. She furiously removed the curtain, almost ripping it and walked off, dragging the IV with her.
'I've got to find him.' She thought. She found only one single other "room" (in other words bed concealed by a curtain). The curtain clearly stated NO VISITORS; it was painted in bright red. Ginny didn't care she pulled open the curtain anyway.
"Draco! You are not going to die you hear me!" She stated angrily. Draco was lying down on the bed his hands shoved behind his head. He sat up slowly, as if it took great strength.
"Gin, we didn't have anything. Nor, do we have anything now." He said slowly. It pained him to say that, this was the biggest lie he had ever told.
"What do you mean?" Ginny asked him her anger slowly fading, only to be replaced by sorrow and bewilderment.
"I mean it's over. Finito. Goodbye Ginny." He said slowly lying back down. He barely felt anymore. He didn't feel Ginny's cold hand touch his arm.
"No, you don't mean that." She said desperately. "Look we are both going to get out of here and-" She was cut off.
"No, it is you who doesn't mean that. We both know what's going to happen to me." He said, his voice concealed no emotion; it was blank like his eyes, not cold and hard like they where before, just empty.
"Nothing is going to happen to you, you're fine. I'll help you, like you helped me. I promise that-" She began.
"SHUT UP!" He yelled and then more calmly he said, "Now please get out."
"Draco, I-"
"GET OUT!"
Ginny didn't say anything else she left, and softly pulled the curtain close.
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Draco knew how hurt she was, but he knew he was going to die, and she didn't even love him so what was the point. There was nothing else to hold him up, before it had been his mother but his father murdered her to show faith to Voldermort, then he had come to kill Draco. But he hadn't succeeded, nor did Dumbledor in saving him, and now Ginny pained and hurt, well it didn't help much.
Draco needed to end it, whatever they had. Ginny didn't return his love; she had simply run from it. But now he regretted it because it had hurt Ginny, she did, if anything, like him. It was to late, though. What's done is done.
Draco had been feeling awfully weak, and at night while pretending to be sleeping, he had heard, Professor McGonagall, Madame Pomfrey and Dumbledor talk.
Madame Pomfrey would explain to them his condition, every night, if it had worsened, or cured. Every night he would here these same words, "He has little chance of surviving, if any at all." Then he would peek, and Dumbledor would close his eyes, and McGonagall would nod.
Recently Madame Pomfrey had been, talking softer, and rushed. She was scared, and she didn't know what to do. She had said that, they would have to keep watch on him all day and night to see when he would... pass away. Draco was not ready to die.
Maybe he should have let Ginny help him. But then again, she couldn't be more help than Madame Pomfrey, and that woman was trying hard.
Maybe...
He will try to live, for Ginny, and if he does, maybe... they can pick things up again...
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'Why had he pushed me out? I lov- like him a lot, and I'm willing to help, why was he acting like that? Did I do something wrong?' Ginny thought.
She tried to remember what had happened before. He had told her he loved her, and what had she done... she had ran. Maybe he was upset because she didn't love him back... Maybe it was the fact that he was dieing; correction, thought he was dieing.
And Ginny was not going to let Draco die on her. She wasn't ready, and frankly neither was he.
'I don' t think anyone is ready to die, I can't let some one I lov- like get away from me that easily.
You love him now don't you?
No... I can't, he's, he's...
He's what Gin? Why are you pushing him away?
I'm not... It's that...
Gin...' She fought with herself.
She didn't know anything about herself anymore.
She was feeling to many things, at one time...
'I'm going crazy.' She thought as she leaned against the cold stonewall next to Draco's curtain concealed bed.
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This was a quick chapter only thoughts, and more thoughts, the next chapter will be a real chapter. R+R and I promise I'll update quickly!