Title: Home
Chapter Title: Lying From You
Summary: She watched her walk across the stage, her heart plummeting. She would never see her again, she thought to herself. That is until she see's her seven years later in the most unexpected place. GWHG
Warnings: Underage drinking, semi-emo story line, and sex.
Author's Notes: Hm, I'll be sure to include more Linkin Park lyrics. They do tend to inspire me to write more chapters. Ah, it's going to darker. No lesbian-bashing. Flames will only keep me warmer on winter nights.
When I pretend that everything is what I want it to be,
I look exactly like what you always wanted to see,
When I pretend I forget about the criminal I am,
stealing second after second just cause I know I can,
but I can't pretend this is the way it'll stay,
I'm just trying to bend the truth.
"Lying From You" by Linkin Park
Chapter Two: Lying From You
Ginny turned away from where Hermione had once stood, in her arms. She pulled out a cigarette from her pocket, and lit it with her wand. Leaning against the brick wall, she took a long drag from it. It was darkening around her, and the cool winter air was soaking into her bones.
Ginny put out the cigarette, and walked off into the streets of London, trying to forget that Hermione ever existed in her life.
Hermione lost it, the tears welling up in her eyes. She tried to put water in her kettle, but only succeeded in the dropping it in the sink again. Leaning over the edge of the metal basin, her hands gripped the sides. She looked out the window, her tears blurring her vision. She gasped and splashed the icy water on her face, trying to wash away the memories.
Another boy, and yet another heartbreak.
Hermione truly thought that he had been the one. He was so sweet, and caring, and perhaps the best thing that had ever happened to her. Or so she thought. After two months of dating regularly and inviting him over for multiple dinners a week, he broke his promise that he would 'never leave her'.
Ron.
The name hung in the air lifelessly. It was a faint echo in the distance to her. More tears poured down her cheeks, and she splashed her face with icy water once more. Drying her face with a towel, Hermione dragged herself into her bedroom, slamming the door shut and climbing into her bed.
Ginny.
It was the name that haunted her at night. The name that forced dreams into her mind. The other red-head that she had always thought about, even if they hadn't spoken in...months.
Ginny stepped through the medium-sized hole she had created through the chain-link fence. The concrete was wet and covered in random peices of trash from her neighbors. She dropped her bottle that had contained alcohol earlier, letting it smash onto the ground.
She wasn't drunk, she told herself. She knew her limits.
She looked up through the miserable rain, to see that a light was on in her apartment. She hadn't left one on. Closing her eyes, she sighed deeply before she hopped on the fire-escape and pulled her legs up to climb it. When she was about half way up, she heard a voice from below speak to her.
You're loosing it, Ginny.
She jumped from the voice, and lost her balance. She held onto the metal bar for a few seconds, before losing her grip and falling into the darkness. She fell twenty feet to the ground, a dull crack sounding as her body smacked against the filthy concrete below. Blood began to trickle from her nose as she laid still, and lifeless.
Then, as though somebody had breathed a breath of air into her body, her chest began to rise and fall rapidly. She groaned, feeling the pain return to her body.
When Ginny looked up to finally see who had spoken to her, her youngest brother stood above her, a faint smirk on his lips.
Ron.
(A/N: I'm sorry it's so short! An update can be expected soon after I put this chapter up. You'll find out the rest of this mess later. Don't forget to...REVIEW! I love them!)