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Disclaimer: If I were to take a polyjuice potion then I would, in fact, be JK Rowling, but as of right now I haven't taken any, so I take no credit for the real Harry Potter stories.

This is a story of a painful, romantic suicide. If you don't like it, feel free to flame. They make me laugh. So go ahead, make my day.

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Her red hair hung limp at her shoulders, matted and uncared for. She had nothing left to live for. Everyone she had ever cared about was gone… all gone.

She fumbled with the rope in her hands, scared and relieved. Soon it would all be over. No more pain, and no more suffering. She would never have to remember again.

He looked into her eyes, worried and afraid.

"This could be the last time, Ginny. I want you to know that I love you… both of you. I'm always with you, even if I'm not alive. I'll always be there."

She cried as he spoke the words to her. So sweet and tender coming off his lips

"Draco, please. Don't think like that."

He looked at her with tears in his eyes. "I love you," he whispered.

The thick, wadded material felt smooth in her hands. Something like heaven. It would be careless not to use it tonight.

He stepped outside the door into the harsh, blowing winds. The smile he smiled would be the last she'd ever see. As he raised a hand in a sad wave, a green spark shot towards his body and he clasped on the spot in the biting cold snow.

It took moments for Ginny to recognize it. "Draco!" She ran towards his crumpled, cold body and fell hard on her knees at his head. "Draco! Draco, talk to me, please!"

She looked up, frantic for help. Where was everyone? Why wasn't someone coming to help her? She cupped the expressionless face in her hands. "SOMEONE, HELP US! PLEASE, ANYONE." No help would ever come…

Slowly she stood from her chair and went near the window to look over the starry sky that hung silently above the city. She wanted to see something beautiful before it ended. She wanted to know there was still a hint of beauty in the world.

The rope now hung near the sight of the city lights and stars. It was a magnificent sight. And if someone were to walk in on her after she did it, they would remember her and never be able to star gaze again. That's all she wanted. Sweet, delicious revenge.

The stool stood under the hanging rope, reminding her that it was time. And if she didn't want it there, she could kick it away and have no support left to stand on. She would die alone. The thought comforted her. She had been alone for so many years. Why die differently?

Everything was set. The note had been written, even if no one were to read it. Her important belongings were all packed up in a large cardboard box. The house felt so cold and empty. Like her heart.

There was one last thing to do. She walked over to her dresser and looked in the mirror. And she hated what she saw.

A flood of hatred swept through her stomach and she struck the reflection hard with her fist, causing blood to leak through several cuts that were made from the glass. Finished.

She approached the stool once again and stepped upon it, without a doubt. She grabbed the rope and stroked it fondly, knowing it would be her last friend. Then she slipped her head through the hole closed her eyes. The stool was kicked away as it rolled and clattered.

Ginny felt all the air escape her lungs as she thought her last pleasant thought and held her stomach, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I love you," he whispered. And then, it was over.

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