Does a happy dance I love reading reviews! The make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside :D Ok this chapter is where the drama starts, if ur happy with all the fluff back there you can stop reading, besides this is really where the Ron Hermione stuff slows down because they are going steady.

Warning: May contain scenes of suicide, snogging and partial nudity (on the guys part of course giggles)

Reader discretion is advised.

Disclaimer:Ok if i owned these characters the Harry Potter series would be strictly teen romance and none of this adventure rubbish. Unfortunately i dont so i am condemned to the realm of fanfiction alas sigh

"Ok Ron I'm willing to give up my consequence free day if you dont freak out about this."Ginny bargained. Ron considered this for a moment occasionally casting suspicious glances at both Harry and Ginny

"Oh...k."he replied apprehensively, fidgeting slightly on his seat. Ginny took a deep breath and released.

"Harry and I are going to start going out." Ron looked mortified, but the look of shock soon turned to rage. Nevertheless he remained in his seat his face purpling slightly. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"Can I just say one thing?"he said, his eyes still closed, Ginny nodded silently. Ron then turned to Harry and looked him straight in the eye. "If you ever hurt her I will kill you, you may be my best friend but she was my little sister first." Harry nodded solemnly, Hermione burst out laughing.

"What is so funny?"Ginny asked

"They're just so serious! Ron do you honestly think he would hurt her?" Ron pondered this a moment.

"Well I supose not but I want him to know where we stand."

The next day they pulled on their cloaks and headed down to Hogsmeade with many of their fellow students. Christmas was nearing so many of them were heading down to buy presents but Ginny and Harry had other plans. Slipping away from Ron and Hermione proved easier than they thought. As soon as they had neared Honeydukes Ron had grabbed Hermione's hand and taken off running dragging her into the sweets shop.

Harry and Ginny continued to stroll down the street passing The Three Broomsticks and entered the small tea shop called Madam Puddifoots, the same tea shop Harry had had his first date with Cho in. It seemed different though, he wasnt nearly as nervous, he was already holding Ginny's hand and he was actually quite confident. They sat down at a little table in the corner after ordering some hot chocolate. Harry was surprised to see Ginny looking uneasy.

"Ginny, are you nervous?"he asked incredulously. She looked up and gave him a shifty eyed smile. He thought this very odd seeing as they had already kissed and he knew she had been on many other dates before with other guys. What could possibly make the red-headed spitfire so insecure? "But why?"

"Well...I've always kind-of felt like the more attractive one in these situations." Ginny said sheepishly, her cheeks suddenly becoming flushed. Harry smiled kindly and brushed the hair out of her face,

"In my eyes there will never be anyone more attractive than you, especially not me!" he added with a laugh, Ginny laughed too easing up a bit. Harry leaned forward over the table and kissed her lightly on the forehead, she blushed furiously and he smiled wondering how on earth anyone could be that perfect.

That christmas passed quite uneventfully, except this year love seemed to be in the air. However this cheeriness and warmth didn't reach the cold heart of Draco Malfoy. His father had disowned him when he had refused to be branded with the dark mark the end of the previous year. Draco felt so isolated and alone, no one in his house would talk to him (probably orders from their parents) he often contemplated suicide, he had no purpose, no direction. His mother would occasionally write secretive letters to which he was strictly told not to respond to for fear of his father finding them. Potter and his stupid friends always looked so damn happy these days, it sickened him. Without his cronies though, he didn't feel quite up to taunting them anymore.

The companionless boy would often find solace in going to the room of requirement and crawling into the dark hole it provided for him. In the dark nothing mattered, no one to see you, no one to judge you, no one... He strolled the halls fulfilling his prefect duties on new years day lost in his own thoughts when he rounded a bend only to find the mudblood and the weasel going at eachother, he retched and turned around almost expelling the single piece of toast he had forced himself to eat that morning. Sadly, he envied them, they had families, friends and eachother. Malfoy looked down at his pale wrists, perhaps the razor would be his only friend, for it would set him free.

Ginny sighed as she lay on her bed wide awake thinking. Life was good, she was with Harry, Hermione and Ron were happier than ever, heck, even Malfoy wasn't bothering them anymore! She felt like nothing could bring her down she was on top of the world! Weeks passed in this same state of content, she'd skip through the halls and sing in the shower and yet, something was lurking ever so subtly in the back of her mind. Something was not right, someone was not alright, but she pushed it to the back of her brain and payed it no mind.

Draco searched his trunk feverishly for his shaving kit, until at last his cold hands closed around the leather bag. His hands groped around inside of it pulling out a small case of razor replacements. He dropped the leather bag back into his trunk and examnied the small weapons inside of the case. Draco heard somone walking to the door of the dormitory so he quickly stashed it in his robes and slipped discreetly throught the door himself, passing Blaise as he went.

As he walked silently through the halls he marvelled at how quiet such an enormous castle could be in the dead of night. He reached a destination that he was sure that no one would inturupt him in, Myrtles bathroom. Draco entered it cautiously checking for any signs of the wailing ghost, letting out a brief sigh when he found she wasn't there. He stepped to one of the sinks and examined his sallow face in the mirror. He yearned to leave this place, this earth, there was really no other option. Draco pulled out one of the razors. He slid it along his wrist and watched the warm glorious blood flow rapidly down his arm. Hands now shaking, he did the same to his oposite arm.

As he watched his life force drain he slipped into the bliss that was unconciousness...

(A/N) Like it? Dont? TELL ME! I want your reviews but please dont just say its bad i want constructive criticism not aimless insults. I need to finish this story though because i have the BEST idea for another one!