Thank you everyone for your super reviews. Remind me to thank y'all in the end.
You know what- I have no idea where this story or even CHAPTER will lead to. Every single chapter I ever wrote was impromptu- I'll sit in front of my computer and start typing my story. So sometimes, I get my endings of chapters when in a couple paragraphs above it. I never know what's going to happen. So with that note, please know that sometimes, my endings will surprise you- and even me! That jealous Ginny thing in the previous chapter was totally out of the blue. Let's see how it'll go.
I can feel it. This is going to be one hell of a sad chapter. Be aware.
WARNING: THIS CHAPTER IS NOT FUNNY. SO IF YOU'VE BEEN READING THIS STORY FOR ITS HUMOR, SKIP THIS CHAPTER AND READ THE VERY END WHERE I'LL HAVE A LITTLE SUMMARY FOR YOU GUYS. I'M SORRY THAT I CAN'T MAKE SERIOUS PARTS INTERESTING. SORRY.
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I came to this school as a little eleven year old, bustling and full of pride and energy for getting into this famous and dream school. I could have continued my life as a muggle, becoming valedictorian, becoming some sort of a doctor like my parents, driving, going on blind dates, and then finally meeting death. I chose the path of a witch. Then, I realized that I took a completely different path than what I probably would have. The only similarity is death.
As a first year graduate from Hogwarts, I was beyond gracious and thankful for this job as a teacher. I felt as if my path was fulfilled. I had worked my ass off for seven years and it paid off in the end. Sure, I was loveless and naïve to the teaching world, but I thought I was satisfied.
Until I realized how much love meant to me. There's the "love of your life" love and "love since birth" love. I had thought that finding the right man would be real love. I had been greedy and I know it. I had been wrong for almost the first time in my life.
This is my presentation on Teacher- student relations. You end up learning from them than they learn from you. I, for one, learned about love. A love for a student. And how that can be the most powerful thing that can ever be imagined. So now, I feel I have fulfilled everything. I am done.
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Ginevra Weasley was stuck.
Draco had been deliberately avoiding and ignoring her.
She wasn't stupid like people thought and expected her to be. She was the smartest witch of the year. Maybe she didn't get an Outstanding on every assignment or earned her fellow Gryffindors 10 points for answering a question correctly everyday. But she knew about the real world- the common world.
And, she knew Draco didn't like her one bit. He had no feeling for her. Sure, he respected her, but she knew with all her heart that he did not love her the way she loved him.
When she had witnessed the encounter of her boyfriend and her best friends, she nearly broke down.
Yet, she never actually broke down.
She contemplated cutting, drinking, and even suicide. Yes. Rough for just a little conversation of her little boyfriend and her little girlfriend. But, it wasn't just that inevitable devotions for her two friends that tore her up, it was the fact that they had been lying to her, cheating her, and they had never stopped her from falling in love. It was the ignorance she received from both of them.
Being strong, she never committed any of those stupid doings. And, she lived her life like it was everyday, trying to get to know Draco better, working hard in class, goofing off with friends, setting a role-model example for the school.
"Hey, Draco."
She plopped down next to him, her eyes red and her voice shaky. She hated how she was always the first to acknowledge each other.
"Oh, hi."
She breathed
"So… my friend just blabbed on forever about how her boyfriend has been going behind her back and all. And they always seemed like the perfect couple. And that really got me thinking and worrying. You're not seeing anyone or watching anyone behind my back, right?"
"Of course not, Ginny." He sighed restless and slightly annoyed.
"Okay." Tears welled up in her eyes again. "Shit. I've gotta run. Bye." She got out before he saw the tears pouring out of her puffy eyes. Lies. She hated lies.
She passed Ron.
Ron opened his mouth to speak, but Ginny put a finger to her lips and mouthed at him: shut up asshole.
Oh, how fun it was to poke at Ronald. He seemed to be the only entertainment for her now.
Suddenly, there was an icy slash at Ginny's head and she tumbled down. On the snowy grounds, in pain, she swiveled around to catch a glimpse of Peeves. She glared at him. Peeves' eyes grew wide as he bowed his head with a small smirk. He had respected all Weasleys since the memorable departure of Fred and George.
Ginny looked around her.
Hermione was walking out of the castle, cheeks rosy and a scarf cozily wrapping her slender neck.
Ginny reached out her hand to try to call out to her, but it was too late. Peeves had already found his next victim.
He bundled up a great round ball of fresh snow and threw with all his little might at the unsuspecting Hermione. She tumbled on the ground, just like Ginny, and groaned. She swore loudly and made quick eye-contact with Ginny lying ahead of her. Hermione flashed a faint grin and then…
The next few moments were a blur.
There was a full grown male body rushing in the snow, white blond hair flapping around his pale and frozen face. He made his way.
Ginny's love.
Draco Malfoy
Ginny smiled. He DID like her.
She got ready to stand up when he called out "Hermione!"
Ginny plopped back down again.
Hermione's eyes went round. Ginny saw it. They became a perfect circle.
"Hermione! Are you all right? That stupid little git- I'll get him." Draco bent down in front of Hermoine, his back facing Ginny.
Hermione shook her head. "No. No. Don't do this Draco."
Draco tilted his head slightly, confused. "What?"
"Stop, stop Draco. Don't help me."
"Don't help you? How can I not help you? You're on the frozen ice, shivering your head off and I can't help you? Are you okay?" Draco felt Hermione's forehead. "Come on, Hermione, you'll get sick. I'm taking you to Madame Pomfrey."
Hermione shook her head even more violent.
Draco let out a sharp breath. "You. Are. Going. To. Be. Sick. Get. Over. Yourself. PROFESSOR Granger."
"Draco…"
"Why are you pushing me away? I thought you promised me you won't ignore and avoid me anymore. I thought we had started since this afternoon our secret… well, relationship?"
"Draco…"
"You know what? Never mind. I'm taking you, whether you like it or not." Draco pulled out Hermione's feet from the snow and laid them on his lap, getting ready to carry her inside.
"Draco. Behind you."
Draco turned his head and froze.
His girlfriend watching them with her eyes a total unclear message. Her face as white as a ghost and her lips as red as a rose. Trembling ever so fiercely.
She was heartbroken.
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"Is Ginny missing again?"
"YES" The class chimed in harmoniously.
"Hm." Hermione frowned. Even after a break-up, it wasn't like Ginny to miss a whole week of classes.
Hermione knew it was her fault as well. She had agreed to her relationship with Draco and she had not stopped him sooner. She had tried and tried to talk to Ginny but her roommates would glare at her when they peeped out the door. Probably the bad grades she had reluctantly given them
Hermion Granger, the master of feelings was in a predicament that was quite difficult to untangle her out of. She was torn between siding for Ginny and letting go of Draco or siding for Draco and letting go of Ginny. She had begun to feel for Draco. He had given her chocolates, taken her on midnight cruises on his broomstick, taught her about the stars and constellations, told her stories that his mother once told him, and made her truly smile for the first time in ages. So she chose him. She had known Ginny all her life and she knew Ginny would get over something small like that.
Now, Draco, she didn't want to lose quite yet. She and Ginny were like two peas in a pod. They could never be broken apart. So why waste a perfectly good love experiment on something that won't break apart? It seemed reasonable.
Harry and Ron were almost never seen. She'd say hi a few times and have quick conversations but they were busier than they thought. Figuring that weekdays were not nearly enough for them in earnings, they got a weekend job at the twin's shop, which was accommodating faster than ever.
"Miss Granger! Ginny's here!"
Hermione gained her senses as she felt her head pop up. Sure enough, there was Ginny.
Looking…
The same?
No.
Even better.
Her hair was darker- the dye that Hermione had let Ginny borrow probably. Her eyes were covered with make-up that Hermione had given her for Christmas. Hermione guessed it was to cover up the bags she had under her eyes from the crying.
She was probably right.
Hermione cleared her throat. "W-Well, it's nice to see you again, Miss Weasley." She smiled.
Ginny did not.
"Is it?"
Hermione bit her lip. Okay… so maybe talking to her wasn't the best idea to start off Ginny's awake from the dead.
And neither was having Draco AND Ginny in the same classroom at the same time. What a time for Ginny to burst in- a day with the Slytherins.
"Take a seat, Ginny."
"I can't."
Hermione frowned. This was going worse than she imagined. "Why is that?"
"Because MALFOY is in my seat, Miss GRANGER." Ginny shot back expertly. Damn, she was good. The class gave a small "Ooh…"
"Very well then, why don't you take Mr. Malfoy's previous seat?"
"Why can't you move him? That's where MY seat was. Just because a person's sick doesn't make them inexistent. And out of all people, YOU should know that." Ginny folded her arms across her chest.
Another "Ooh"
Hermione turned red.
"Okay then, Draco, you heard Ginny." Draco gave her a sad look, took his books and slumped back at his seat next to Theodore. Ginny had a triumphant grin plastered on her beaming face.
Breath in, breath out, breath in, breath out, breath in…
Breath out.
"Okay class; let's go back to our discussion. When you produce a Patronus, what form does it take?"
"You're JOKING." Ginny cried out.
"Excuse me?"
"We're learning about the Patronus when I learned it two years ago? Shouldn't you know we all know how to do it? I mean, you were with Harry Potter teaching it, weren't you?" she leaned back in her chair. The girl next to her was admiring her in awe.
"Well I'm sorry, but you're not the only person in this class, you know, Miss Weasley. Not everyone in this class has learned it. Remember that there are Slytherins in this class, Miss Weasley. And of all people, YOU should know that." OOOH. BURN.
Ginny shut up from there.
And with each sad, painful, and broken-hearted look that Ginny passed on to Hermione, she felt a great pang of grief. That was no way to treat a victim of Hermione's vital mistake.
A/N/ not the end, just something random. I LOVE SOMETHING CORPORATE! Sorry. I was listening to it while I was writing that part. I love something corporate- oh my gosh. I love it.
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Okay, so operation bitch went totally wrong when Hermione ended up being the bitch in the end.
That last comment had really hit Ginny.
That plan was the last straw. For sure. And what Ginny was to do had not nearly as much to do with Draco.
There she lay, grieving over her loss- processing all the lies in her head. She knew she had to face it SOME day, but in the back of her mind, she was hoping and dreaming that it would never come. The break-up. Where she would have had to stand in front of all the lies that had passed and manipulated her through her relationship. The pretend love, the reluctant love, the forbidden love, the secret love.
After Hermione had witnessed Ginny's heart shattering, she at least expected her to come running after her, but she didn't. She chose Draco's lying, cruel, thoughtless heart over her vulnerable one.
And then, a random girl came up to her one day and started babbling for hours about a boyfriend who cheated on her and lied to her, when Ginny realized that it wasn't her problem. She had too many complications of her own to deal with. And it also hit her that she was going to end up being that poor girl, but with nobody to run to. No, she wasn't going to be. She was.
And then, she got out all her feelings and emotions on paper. There was nobody deep enough to understand her hidden meaning and nobody close enough to trust. There was no Hermione, no Draco, no Ron, no Harry, no Mom, no Bill, no Charlie, no anyone.
She sat on her bed and thought of all the possible things she can do.
And came down to one final resort.
It seemed to be the only way out. She was dead tired of living and preying on lies. There was no turning back now- it was too late. And what did people suffering on that end up doing in the end?
Suicide.
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So now, I sit here, drowning in my own tears, wondering when everything went wrong and why I let it go wrong.
It's not anyone's fault. It's mine. And mine alone.
I'm tired of living these lies. I knew I had to face it one day, but now, I'm facing it and it's overwhelming. The shock of what had really gone on is terrifying me, I can't stand to even think of it.
Everyone is just a centimeter from making this their fault. And all of you are right. It was almost your fault. I almost wrote on this little piece of paper that it was Draco, Hermione, Ron, and all my friend's fault, but it wasn't. It was mine for letting this happen to me so don't blame yourself.
Don't y'all feel guilty too. It's done. It's over. Nothing can change now, so learn to live with it. You learned to live without me, and you've BEEN living without me.
For those of you who actually cared about me, I'm really sorry. You have to know that this was not all because of some stupid break-up or some stupid comeback. It was the way I was living my life that killed me. Literally.
So now, I watch from above, or below, and laugh at all you naïve idiots who are running around trying to figure out what to do and forget that there is MUCH more important things than that.
Remember your friends. They last forever. Until this happens and then they are gone. Be there when they need you.
So please, try to remember me. And remember that I tried and tried and failed. Tried again, failed, and then, tried.
And then, I made it. I've reached my destination. This is where I belong and this is where I am. Don't change it. Don't even try. Just sit there. Maybe shed a tear, and then forget it. I'm only a ghost now. I don't exist. Don't grieve and ruin your life over a dead body. It's not worth it. Don't do it Hermione. I love you so much and I can't let you do that to yourself.
Mom, Dad, you've been the best to me. I love you more than anything in this entire world.
Draco.
Have a happy life, y'all.
Love always
Your Ginny.
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That was depressing. I wish I could be a really dramatic writer and make you guys cry. Man. If I get a review that says that this chapter made you cry, it would make my day. I'm not trying to depress y'all or anything but…
Okay. So for those honest frank people who decided to skip this, here's what happened.
Ginny tries one last time to try to get with Draco and flip him toward her, but it fails. She tearfully walks back to the castle when she gets hit by a snowball. She sees Hermione get hit too. Right then, she catches a glimpse of Draco running toward them but freezes when she sees him go for Hermione. Hermione sees Ginny and warns Draco. Draco rambles on about their "secret relationship" and Ginny is heartbroken. However, Hermione chooses Draco over Ginny, thinking Ginny would get over it, but that was Ginny's last straw. Ginny realizes that she's been living on lies and commits suicide. The chapter ends with Ginny's letter to everyone. Cliché, come to me.
Blah blah bloop. That was sort of stupid chapter. Doi. Way too melodramatic.
Toodles!