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. The only reason I took this long, was because I was expecting a little more than 4 reviews for chapter 7, so I absolutely wont update until I get 40 reviews, just playing, lol, you guys don't have to but it will encourage me to write faster... ^__^;;
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 8. NOO (Very much Drama, I should change the story to Drama/Drama/Romance, if you do not like drama turn back now!)
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Tuesday 7:10 -
Ginny sighed as she got off the cold stonewall, and walked back to her bed. She walked slowly. She was puzzled, she loved Draco... Why was he pushing her away, had he not told her that he loved her too...
'Oh god, I love him,' Ginny thought. That was it, she loved him, she had for some time now, but she wasn't ready to admit it, and she still wasn't ready to tell him. How could she tell him, now that well they had this... this... fight? Was that they word for it? She didn't know, but she did know that... it just wasn't the time.
She needed to take a nap. Slowly she pulled open the curtain to her bed, and laid down, she covered herself, and lay on her side facing the opposite of her brother.
"Ginny what's wrong?" He asked her.
"Just leave me alone." She told him.
"Ginny, I want to know what has been going on with you and Draco for the past months. Why was he the first one to find you cut up in your room, why did you even try to kill yourself? Please tell me Ginny, I'm your brother, I just want to help." He said slowly.
Harry had left and so had Hermione, typical, Ginny thought.
"You've helped enough, look Ron I'm tired of everyone bugging me all the time, I need to sleep, I'll talk to you when I'm ready, okay?" She told him softly.
"Gin, promise me that you'll take care of yourself okay." He told her and when she didn't answer he left.
As soon as she heard the curtain slide shut, she closed her eyes, and tried to go to sleep, but all she kept thinking of was Draco.
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Wednesday 10:10pm
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Draco sighed. He was so tired. But he couldn't sleep. He didn't want to sleep. He was scared of sleeping, and never waking up. Never seeing daylight again, never getting off this stupid bed. But most importantly, never seeing her again.
If he had the strength to get up he would apologize. But he couldn't walk. It was even getting harder to breathe.
What he had said had been rash. He hadn't thought of the fact that she might have had feelings for him, and by the way she almost cried when he had told her all those things, he guessed that maybe she did like him.
"Maybe" that was a word that he was using a lot lately. He'd stop thinking about all the, If's, and Maybe's, it wasn't healthy.
'I'm living.' He silently swore to himself, well, to himself and to Ginny.
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Friday 1:00pm
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"Ginny dear! Wake up, it's time to remove those awful bandages of yours!" Someone said and shook her awake.
"What?" She said groggily. She opened her eyes. Madame Pomfrey was standing before her, in her hands where a bottle of alcohol and some balls of cotton.
"But Madame Pomfrey, there must be some mistake, you told me I'd have to take them off in a week." Ginny said.
"No mistake dear, it has been a week." She said cheerfully.
"How long have I slept?" She asked. It had only been Tuesday when she went to take that nap.
"Oh almost 4 days now, you must have really been tired." Madame Pomfrey said, carefully removing the bandages from her left arm.
"Madame?" Ginny asked softly.
"Yes?" Madame Pomfrey said.
"How is Draco?" Ginny asked slowly.
She didn't say anything, her silence told Ginny all she needed to know. Ginny was pretty sure a tear slipped down her cheek.
Ginny winced; Madame Pomfrey was adding alcohol to both cuts.
"No, he can't be! I WONT LET HIM! I HAVE TO SEE HIM!" Ginny yelled a little louder than intended. She was crying and she couldn't help it.
"Why, yes, you can." The nurse looked startled. "If I had known you wanted to see him I would have let you earlier."
"No, it's okay, just... I need to talk to him now." Ginny said, still crying harder than ever.
"Okay, and after you talk you'll head back to your common room and stay there for the day okay?" Madame Pomfrey said concerned.
"Sure." Ginny said with no emotion in her voice, but her eyes full of tears.
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Tuesday 7:20pm
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Ron closed his sister's curtain sadly. Ginny wasn't talking to him. This had never happened before.
Ron couldn't see why Ginny was so depressed. He had noticed it some weeks back, but he thought it was just a phase, I mean every person went through one like that, he knows he did. But it lasted too long. Then he began to notice Ginny was pale, you know quieter, and that's why he talked to her while they where in Hogsmade. But she had blown up she had gotten really mad.
All Ron wanted to do was help his baby sister, like he always had before. Then again a situation like this has never happened before. It was hard to believe that Ginny, his little sweet baby sister Ginny, was trying to kill herself, and even after he saw the cuts on her hand, the thought still wouldn't sink in.
Ginny was fine, she wasn't trying to kill herself, she was just eating upstairs and missed cutting her chicken and accidentally cut her wrists, both of them, in the same spot... Even Ron knew how stupid that sounded, but he just wasn't ready to believe that Ginny would try to kill herself.
Slowly he re-opened the curtain, and saw that Ginny was crying, but she was asleep. What was wrong with her? He had only wanted to help. Had he caused this? He tried not to think about it but the pieces of the puzzle slipped in place, they clicked and they wouldn't get messed up again.
Ron was the cause of this. 'No... No, I didn't do anything...' He thought, he couldn't have done anything. What could he have done to hurt Ginny so much??
He knew that he, Harry, and Hermione, excluded her a little bit, but she had other friend's right? I mean she wasn't a loner... was she?
"I'm so sorry Ginny, I'm sorry I didn't notice sooner, I'm sorry for everything, Ginny I love you so much," He said. He leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek, her tight face that was screwed up with tears and crying loosened a little bit and she almost smiled.
"Draco?" she asked softly.
Ron looked at Ginny, confused. What did Draco have to do with anything?
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Tuesday 6:30pm (while Ginny was talking to Draco in his "room")
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"That's it! I don't know what the hell is wrong with her!" Harry said, still feeling the spot where Ginny had hit him with the pen.
"Harry, nothing is wrong with her, don't talk about her like that." Hermione said.
"I will talk to about her however I want! Why are you defending her?" Harry yelled at Hermione.
"Stop yelling at Hermione! She didn't do anything to you!" Ron said.
Harry stood up.
"Me and my girlfriend can have a fight when ever we want to, so stay out!" Harry yelled at Ron.
"Harry we are not having a fight! Do you hear me!" Hermione said.
"Yes I do! I heard you loud and clear!" Harry said ripping off the curtain and walking out of the Hospital Wing.
"Harry wait! I don't know what's wrong with YOU! BUT WE ARE GOING TO TALK!" Hermione yelled after him.
"Ron tell Gin, I'LL be back." She told Ron, and ran of to catch up with Harry.
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"All done dear." Madame Pomfrey said, as she picked up the bloody bandages, and opened the curtains all the way.
"Thank you." Ginny said and stood up weakly.
She had to see Draco, he would absolutely not die.
She walked over to his bed, and slowly slid it open.
Ginny changed in the way she looked. A lot. Her frizzy red hair was now dull and a pale shade of red, her freckles paled, so that they matched her even paler skin color, she looked like a ghost, and even more with the long white pajamas they gave her to wear.
"Draco?" She said. I took much effort to talk because she couldn't seem to swallow.
No answer. The white blankets covered Draco's head; she pulled them down, and cried in horror at his blank eyes. "Oh no!" She cried, she was suddenly shivering uncontrollably, she felt as if there was a hurricane inside of her. He couldn't be dead!!
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Mwhahahaha! Is he dead?? Is he not dead?? Find out in the next chapter of DON'T CRY!!!! DUNDUNDUN!!! This chapter might have been a little confusing, but just look at the days of the week on the top of each little this thing ~. OH and please review! Please I expected a lot more than 5 reviews for chapter 7!!!! At least ten for this chappie please????
Make my day and review!
D/G
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, bla bla bla... SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT! I hope you people are still interested. The only reason I took this long, was because I was expecting a little more than 4 reviews for chapter 7, so I absolutely wont update until I get 40 reviews, just playing, lol, you guys don't have to but it will encourage me to write faster... ^__^;;
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
~
Chapter 8. NOO (Very much Drama, I should change the story to Drama/Drama/Romance, if you do not like drama turn back now!)
~
Tuesday 7:10 -
Ginny sighed as she got off the cold stonewall, and walked back to her bed. She walked slowly. She was puzzled, she loved Draco... Why was he pushing her away, had he not told her that he loved her too...
'Oh god, I love him,' Ginny thought. That was it, she loved him, she had for some time now, but she wasn't ready to admit it, and she still wasn't ready to tell him. How could she tell him, now that well they had this... this... fight? Was that they word for it? She didn't know, but she did know that... it just wasn't the time.
She needed to take a nap. Slowly she pulled open the curtain to her bed, and laid down, she covered herself, and lay on her side facing the opposite of her brother.
"Ginny what's wrong?" He asked her.
"Just leave me alone." She told him.
"Ginny, I want to know what has been going on with you and Draco for the past months. Why was he the first one to find you cut up in your room, why did you even try to kill yourself? Please tell me Ginny, I'm your brother, I just want to help." He said slowly.
Harry had left and so had Hermione, typical, Ginny thought.
"You've helped enough, look Ron I'm tired of everyone bugging me all the time, I need to sleep, I'll talk to you when I'm ready, okay?" She told him softly.
"Gin, promise me that you'll take care of yourself okay." He told her and when she didn't answer he left.
As soon as she heard the curtain slide shut, she closed her eyes, and tried to go to sleep, but all she kept thinking of was Draco.
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Wednesday 10:10pm
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Draco sighed. He was so tired. But he couldn't sleep. He didn't want to sleep. He was scared of sleeping, and never waking up. Never seeing daylight again, never getting off this stupid bed. But most importantly, never seeing her again.
If he had the strength to get up he would apologize. But he couldn't walk. It was even getting harder to breathe.
What he had said had been rash. He hadn't thought of the fact that she might have had feelings for him, and by the way she almost cried when he had told her all those things, he guessed that maybe she did like him.
"Maybe" that was a word that he was using a lot lately. He'd stop thinking about all the, If's, and Maybe's, it wasn't healthy.
'I'm living.' He silently swore to himself, well, to himself and to Ginny.
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Friday 1:00pm
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"Ginny dear! Wake up, it's time to remove those awful bandages of yours!" Someone said and shook her awake.
"What?" She said groggily. She opened her eyes. Madame Pomfrey was standing before her, in her hands where a bottle of alcohol and some balls of cotton.
"But Madame Pomfrey, there must be some mistake, you told me I'd have to take them off in a week." Ginny said.
"No mistake dear, it has been a week." She said cheerfully.
"How long have I slept?" She asked. It had only been Tuesday when she went to take that nap.
"Oh almost 4 days now, you must have really been tired." Madame Pomfrey said, carefully removing the bandages from her left arm.
"Madame?" Ginny asked softly.
"Yes?" Madame Pomfrey said.
"How is Draco?" Ginny asked slowly.
She didn't say anything, her silence told Ginny all she needed to know. Ginny was pretty sure a tear slipped down her cheek.
Ginny winced; Madame Pomfrey was adding alcohol to both cuts.
"No, he can't be! I WONT LET HIM! I HAVE TO SEE HIM!" Ginny yelled a little louder than intended. She was crying and she couldn't help it.
"Why, yes, you can." The nurse looked startled. "If I had known you wanted to see him I would have let you earlier."
"No, it's okay, just... I need to talk to him now." Ginny said, still crying harder than ever.
"Okay, and after you talk you'll head back to your common room and stay there for the day okay?" Madame Pomfrey said concerned.
"Sure." Ginny said with no emotion in her voice, but her eyes full of tears.
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Tuesday 7:20pm
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Ron closed his sister's curtain sadly. Ginny wasn't talking to him. This had never happened before.
Ron couldn't see why Ginny was so depressed. He had noticed it some weeks back, but he thought it was just a phase, I mean every person went through one like that, he knows he did. But it lasted too long. Then he began to notice Ginny was pale, you know quieter, and that's why he talked to her while they where in Hogsmade. But she had blown up she had gotten really mad.
All Ron wanted to do was help his baby sister, like he always had before. Then again a situation like this has never happened before. It was hard to believe that Ginny, his little sweet baby sister Ginny, was trying to kill herself, and even after he saw the cuts on her hand, the thought still wouldn't sink in.
Ginny was fine, she wasn't trying to kill herself, she was just eating upstairs and missed cutting her chicken and accidentally cut her wrists, both of them, in the same spot... Even Ron knew how stupid that sounded, but he just wasn't ready to believe that Ginny would try to kill herself.
Slowly he re-opened the curtain, and saw that Ginny was crying, but she was asleep. What was wrong with her? He had only wanted to help. Had he caused this? He tried not to think about it but the pieces of the puzzle slipped in place, they clicked and they wouldn't get messed up again.
Ron was the cause of this. 'No... No, I didn't do anything...' He thought, he couldn't have done anything. What could he have done to hurt Ginny so much??
He knew that he, Harry, and Hermione, excluded her a little bit, but she had other friend's right? I mean she wasn't a loner... was she?
"I'm so sorry Ginny, I'm sorry I didn't notice sooner, I'm sorry for everything, Ginny I love you so much," He said. He leaned in and gave her a kiss on the cheek, her tight face that was screwed up with tears and crying loosened a little bit and she almost smiled.
"Draco?" she asked softly.
Ron looked at Ginny, confused. What did Draco have to do with anything?
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Tuesday 6:30pm (while Ginny was talking to Draco in his "room")
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"That's it! I don't know what the hell is wrong with her!" Harry said, still feeling the spot where Ginny had hit him with the pen.
"Harry, nothing is wrong with her, don't talk about her like that." Hermione said.
"I will talk to about her however I want! Why are you defending her?" Harry yelled at Hermione.
"Stop yelling at Hermione! She didn't do anything to you!" Ron said.
Harry stood up.
"Me and my girlfriend can have a fight when ever we want to, so stay out!" Harry yelled at Ron.
"Harry we are not having a fight! Do you hear me!" Hermione said.
"Yes I do! I heard you loud and clear!" Harry said ripping off the curtain and walking out of the Hospital Wing.
"Harry wait! I don't know what's wrong with YOU! BUT WE ARE GOING TO TALK!" Hermione yelled after him.
"Ron tell Gin, I'LL be back." She told Ron, and ran of to catch up with Harry.
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"All done dear." Madame Pomfrey said, as she picked up the bloody bandages, and opened the curtains all the way.
"Thank you." Ginny said and stood up weakly.
She had to see Draco, he would absolutely not die.
She walked over to his bed, and slowly slid it open.
Ginny changed in the way she looked. A lot. Her frizzy red hair was now dull and a pale shade of red, her freckles paled, so that they matched her even paler skin color, she looked like a ghost, and even more with the long white pajamas they gave her to wear.
"Draco?" She said. I took much effort to talk because she couldn't seem to swallow.
No answer. The white blankets covered Draco's head; she pulled them down, and cried in horror at his blank eyes. "Oh no!" She cried, she was suddenly shivering uncontrollably, she felt as if there was a hurricane inside of her. He couldn't be dead!!
~
Mwhahahaha! Is he dead?? Is he not dead?? Find out in the next chapter of DON'T CRY!!!! DUNDUNDUN!!! This chapter might have been a little confusing, but just look at the days of the week on the top of each little this thing ~. OH and please review! Please I expected a lot more than 5 reviews for chapter 7!!!! At least ten for this chappie please????
Make my day and review!