Summary: Is it possible for someone to die and yet, it someone else loves them enough, come back? The story of a girl and a boy; they are enemies. Though, deep down, they share a love so deep and so strong, it can do anything. So what's the answer…?

Death. A word that, according to Webster's New World dictionary, means: The act or fact of dying; Permanent ending of all life in a person, animal or plant.

Two weeks. Two weeks into the school year and no one had asked her where she had ran off too. Two weeks and no one had said, "Hi Ginny!" or "Hi Ginny, how was your summer?" She was alone; Very much alone.

Potions. In her opinion, best class in the world. Dark, gloomy… Just like her. She sat in the back corner of the class, silently doing her work. That's how she always went through her classes. Afterwards, she would go to the library and study. Why? Because she wanted to bring her mark up. Why? Because then maybe someone would notice her.

She worked in alphabetical order. She had started with arithmancy (why she took that was beside her), Care of magical creatures and charms. Though she was still in remedial classes, she was at the top of her class. She ha moved on to Defense and potions, leaving the hardest, and by far most confusing, subject for last; transfigurations.

It was just after potions when Ginny bumped into Draco and said her first words to someone who wasn't a teacher.

"Watch where you're going, Weasley!" Draco said.

"Right…" Ginny replied. Draco glared at her and continued walking down the hall. Ginny bent down to pick up her quill, which had dropped when she ran into Draco. As she grabbed her quill, her eyes came in contact with… A knife?

She grabbed it and stood up. She took off her cloak and wrapped it around the knife. Deciding to skip charms, she walked up to Gryffindor tower. When she arrived in her dorm, she unwrapped the knife and looked at it. There were rupees and diamonds inlaid into the handle. She inspected the handle, it was silver and unnaturally sharp. And, if the light his it just so, words. No, not words, letters.

DM

So the knife was Draco's. Alright then… Thoughts were swarming through her mind. Maybe this could end it all. All the emotional torture and pain. All the whispers and pointing. All of it could end.

Ginny gently pushed the tip of the blade into her finger and drew blood. She did the same thing all the way down until she reached her wrist, and hesitated. Was this really what she wanted? Maybe. Would this solve all her problems? Probably. Would anyone care?

"There's only one way to find out…" She dragged the tip of the blade across her wrist. Then she did the same to the other one. As she blood slowly, silently, dripped onto the floor, something welled up inside of her. Her last complete thought before she fell unconscious was, 'Is this really the right choice?'

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The first this Ginny saw as she opened her eyes was a blinding white light. 'Did it not work?' she thought as she sat up and looked around the infirmary. First her eyes landed on her mother's sleeping form… Then her brothers; every last one of them; then her fathers. All their faces were tear stained. She looked out of the window across from her and nodded. It was dark out, of course they were asleep.

She stood up… Only she didn't. As she stood up she noticed her legs didn't move. On the bed she had just stood up from (she did stand up didn't she?) was a deathly pale Ginny Weasley. But that didn't make any sense… She was standing up! She was moving around! She was breathing! She was breathing right? She bent down to check her pulse and found that her hand passed right through. She looked down… She was floating! How! How in any world, above or below, did that work! She shook her head and did the only thing she could think of at the time… She screamed. She let out an ear piercing, throat cracking scream. Nearly headless nick floated into the infirmary. Ginny's eyes widened and she rushed over to him.

"Nick! Nick? This is so not funny! Quit ignoring me! Why aren't you talking to me?" She watched as Nick floated over to where the other her was lying down.

"Why'd you have to go and kill your self Ginny? Didn't you want to grow up? Didn't you want to get married and have kids and grow old? Didn't you want grandkids? You were too young Ginny." Nick sadly shook his head and floated out of the room.

Ginny glanced around pulled her knees up to her chest and cried.

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Winter came early that year. It seemed even Mother Nature and Jack Frost were mourning over the death of the youngest Weasley. It was early October and the ground was so cold not even magic could break it. The Weasley's wanted Ginny's body frozen until the snow melted to keep it fresh. None of the school had heard of what happened so it came as a shock when Dumbledore announced it one cold and frosty morning at breakfast.

"Students, I am standing before you today as the bearer of bad news. I am sorry to say that one of our very own students had passed on into the after life." Gasps and small squeaks of fright came form all over. "I'm sorry to say that the student was none other than Ginevera Weasley. She was found in the sixth year dorms. Her wrists were slit and she had her weapon of choice resting in her hand. A knife." He held up the 'tool'. "Does this belong to anyone?" He cast a meaningful glance at Draco for a moment.

Draco stood up and swallowed the lump in his throat. "It's mine, Professor. I ran into Ginny and I must have dropped it." She stood up and put his head in his hand. The rest of Slytherin was looking to their fallen king in confusion. Why was he so shook up about the news? She was a Weasley, he was a Malfoy. Something was wrong, terribly wrong.

Dumbledore nodded, "Could I please see you in my office Mr. Malfoy?"

Draco nodded tearfully and stood up to leave. Just as he was about to leave, Ron walked up to him. "Before you say anything," Draco said, "I'm really sorry. I did not know she had my knife. It was a birthday present from my mum. I had no clue she would do that, I had no idea she even had it."

Ron nodded, "I don't blame you. Just… Thank you… For saying it was yours and saving us the trouble." Ron held out his hand and smiled softly. Draco grabbed it and pulled Ron into a manly embrace.

A/N-I already have chapter 3 going guys! So no worries! It should be up shortly:D