Recap: "His eyes told her everything, they couldn't lie to her" a silky voice read from behind. Frightened, the younger girl turned around and found herself face to face with somebody whom she least expected….
Chapter Three
"Err,'' she said awkwardly to the boy who seemed to leer at her. She dreaded his presence and felt a sense of anxiety fall upon herself when he was near her. 'Why the hell is he staring at me like that?' she thought to herself as he stood motionless, eyes stone cold peering at her.
"We need to talk Weaselette and we need to talk soon. Meet me at the astronomy tower at midnight." With that the tall boy left, leaving unanswered questions swirling in her mind. 'I hope it's not about Harry' she thought to herself, settling back into the comfortable chair.
The hours seemed to fly by like seconds and before the young Weasley realized darkness had claimed the sky once again. She yawned and stood up shakily, stretching catlike before straightening out her robes and heading for the library doors.
A short time later Ginny entered the library wondering if somehow the trio would cease to be there, leaving her in peace – the peace she needed to use to think. Edging towards one of the darkened corners of the Gryffindor common room, she spread herself over an over-puffed maroon sofa chair. Hearing light footsteps behind her a short time later her body stiffened. She was somewhat nervous as to whom it may be.
"Ginny?" squeaked Neville's soft voice from behind. 'Is Harry with him?' she momentarily thought to herself before patting the chair next to her. "Hello Neville, how have you been?'' she asked gently turning to face the older Gryffindor who seemed a little shaky. "Are you okay?" He nodded silently. "It's y-you I'm w-worried about Gin, I haven't seen you a-at meals, and I heard you h-haven't been going t-to class's l-lately" he said, his voice pure with one thing - sincere worry. "I'm fine" she began to assure him, "thanks for caring Nev,'' she said gently, kissing him lightly on the cheek before bidding him goodnight.
Dropping the contents of her satchel onto her bed, it was then Ginerva noticed the small letter sitting idly on her unmade bed. 'I wonder who this is from' she thought peeling open the seal. "Dearest Ginny, I know I'm not exactly the person you would want to talk to right now, but I just wanted to tell you I'm sorry and that I still love you, love your Harry" Ginny slid to the floor, as tears burst from the corners of her tightly clenched eyes. "N-no," she muttered incoherently.
Shaking violently, she got to her feet, still clutching the letter in her hand. Glancing over at the small muggle picture of her and Harry last Christmas, Ginny threw it across the room. It hit the wall and shattered into 100's of small pieces of glass as more tears fell from her flustered face. Looking sideways at the wall where the broken picture frame on the floor, and idea sparked within her mind.
Grabbing a shard of glass the size of a small eraser she ran for the bathroom, not caring about the act she was about to commit. 'I can't stand this torment any further' her mind spoke as yet again it began to swirl with torturing memories. She ran the bath, sliding into the warm velvety water, not bothering to disrobe. Ginny rolled up her right sleeve, and took the glass in her left hand.
Without another thought the red head dragged the glass down her arm, leaving a bloody trail of torn skin. Again and again she cut, slashed and brutalized her arm in sheer anger, and mixed emotions. It wasn't before seeing the bathtub water was crimson did she stop the cutting. And all through her little ordeal flashes of her boyfriend and his lover played over and over like a broken record within her tormented mind, making her want to continue further.
A loud knock echoed from the other side of the room as somebody knocked on the wooden door. "Ginny, are you in there?" Jenna called. "Your brother is downstairs and he asks you to come down immediately." A few moments passed in silence as Ginny wondered what to say. "Ginny?" Ginny rolled down her sleeve, covering her bloodied arm, "Yes, hang on, I'll be down in a minute."
Casting a quick drying spell on herself after draining the water in the tub, the youngest Weasley made her way down to the common room where her dreaded conversation with her brother awaited her…
A/N : That's all for now kitteanians! Muahha.. if you like it and you review chapters 1,2 and 3 I might just think about writing more and posting soon.
Much love,
Suicide – K.