Author: RavenEcho
Summary: Ginny hurts. And no one knows. It's not easy being a number. Her number is zero, because that's how many people understand her…probably a Draco/Ginny waiting to happen. Some Ginny/Remus.
Disclaimer: If I owned this stuff, would I really be on this computer typing away right now? No… I would be eating some rich-people-food in my gigantic English manor…
Touch Me
Chapter 12: Three Letters
Draco gingerly settled down on the fluffy hay of the Owlery floor. He would normally write his letters in the cool comfort of his dorm room, but he didn't want any prying eyes for this letter.
The blond Slytherin pulled out a crisp piece of parchment, whipped out a quill, and unscrewed his ink bottle, which was full of ebony black ink. Draco stared at his empty paper, his mind drawing a blank. Yes, the man had been his Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher three years ago until he'd been revealed as a werewolf, but Draco had never gotten to know the man personally. Pretty much all Draco knew of Lupin was that his father frowned upon him and Snape seemed to despise him. Then again, Snape seemed to despise just about everyone.
Draco knew that Lupin was close with both Dumbledore and the Gryffindor house, and that just posed yet another problem. Every lion in the metaphorical den knew that Draco was a snake, and snakes were not allowed to approach the den. The Slytherin would have to exercise caution.
Professor Lupin,
My name is Draco Malfoy. I am a Slytherin sixth year at Hogwarts, and a friend of Ginny Weasley. I know that you probably don't trust me, as I am a Slytherin and the son of Lucius Malfoy, but I wish that you would heed my warning. I know that you're a friend of Ginny, and her confidante, perhaps more, though I am not sure. Ginny's behavior as of late has me worried. She's stopped eating entirely, and it has gone on far enough that she could be called anorexic. At first I thought it was merely a challenge to me in the bet we placed, because that was something that I couldn't heal, but the bet is up, and she's still not eating. And I know she's cutting again, and burning herself. I don't know what to do to help her.
Don't think that I'm asking you for help. Slytherins don't beg. I'm just reminding you that your friend has a problem, and if it stays a problem much longer, she may not be alive to have any more.
Sincerely,
Draco Malfoy
Remus was alone in the Grimmauld Place kitchen thinking about supper when a regal-looking eagle owl flew in an open window, dropped a letter on the table, and flew away. The tired man checked to see that the letter was addressed to him and slit the seal open with a butter knife that had been resting on the table. He stood as he began to read, meaning to head to the cupboard, but immediately sat back down again, surprised by the contents of the letter.
After a moment, Remus stood again and opened a drawer, but instead of pulling out food, he brought out a piece of parchment. This letter could not go unanswered.
Draco flipped open the roll of parchment as soon as his owl deposited it into his hands. The letter was short, cryptic, and to the point.
Malfoy,
Outside the Whomping Willow, midnight, tonight.
Lupin
Draco nodded as he set fire to the letter with a wave of his wand. Tonight, maybe he'd get some answers.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Agh… I'm so sorry you guys! I promised a quick update, but instead I made you wait over a week and then gave you yet another short chapter! I'm really sorry… I'm back in school now (I was on Spring Break), and the teachers are assigning homework with a vengeance…
For those of you reading "These Stone Walls," I should be posting a chapter on it this weekend… notice the SHOULD… I make no promises! But I started the chapter today during Trig class, so I'm really hoping…
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