I randomly have had this idea for a while, so I'm putting it into action.

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She hangs her head and nods slowly, whispering an "I understand" as she bites her lip and looks away.

He sighs, wrapping his arms around her.

She cries out, pushing him away. "Leave."

He stands up and walks away, looking sadly at her before leaving the room, closing the door.

She sighs, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear as one tear rolls down her cheek. She draws the curtains around her bed and rolls up her sleeve. Her arms are polluted and imperfect. They are beautifully morbid. She reaches into her bedside table's drawer and pulls out a small box that looks worn and beaten. She opens it up and pulls the small metal object out of it. She holds it to her arm and pulls across. And slowly her tears stop.

She stands on the edge of the lake, her eyes closed and her hair blowing over her face. She shivers, and then hears footsteps behind her. She turns around, seeing his beautiful face creased with concern. "What are you doing here?" she whispers, crossing her arms -- hard -- against her chest. Her legs start to shake and she bites her bottom lip until she tastes a coppery substance on her tongue. She opens her eyes and tears spill onto her cheeks. "I don't want to talk to you."

He looks hurt. "Honey..." He reaches out to touch her shoulder, but she pushes him away.

"Leave me alone," she whispers again, her voice pained. She walks away.

His eyes follow her as she walks away from him. She is both the worst and best thing that has ever happened to him. She's beautiful and glorious. She doesn't give herself the credit she deserves. He loves her.

Tears continue spilling down her cheeks until she reaches her room. She collapses onto her bed, her chest heaving, and repeats the process from the last night. Her tears halt. She sighs, then slips the rectangular metal object back into her box that resides in her bedside table.

She used to be the perfect little girl that stuck by her brother and his friends, but soon things started changing and she slipped into her own little world that involved expensive designer drugs, a razorblade, and her beautiful boy. And now she's a wreck. Without her beautiful boy she's nothing. She's an empty shell and has been for a long long time, but no one was watching out for the damaged product whose light is flickering out. She can no longer smile without her beautiful boy. Everyone passes her by, not taking a glance at her watery brown eyes or her pouty lips. But the beautiful boy watches her. He loves her. He tells her everyday. But she doesn't listen.

"Hey," he whispers. He has somehow managed to get into her room.

"Why do you keep dangling yourself in front of me?" she asks quietly, sitting up.

He smiles his crooked smile. "Because you're fun to tease."

"I'm not joking," she replies angrily.

"Neither am I," he whispers.

She looks past him, her eyes clouding with tears. "You're the only one that makes me cry," she says in a voice barely audible.

He nods, then stands and walks away from her.

She couldn't sleep that night, so she went outside and sat by the lake until morning. "Hey," said a voice behind her.

"Hi. What are you doing here?"

"I knew you'd be here." He sits down next to her. "It's raining."

"No shit, sherlock," she says, turning to him and laughing.

He captures her in a kiss.

You've just been suckered into the lives of Ginny Weasley and Draco Malfoy.

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I really like this. I think it's going to be a one-shot, but I might continue. Much love,

Zoe