Ginny didn't have much of a plan when he finished with cleaning the parts of Dracornis that were bare, and exposed. Se wasn't going to do any more until he was at least conscious. She had no idea what the blond was wearing underneath the robe and she didn't ant to find out.
Ginny cleaned up what she had used for helping her admirer and set to work making sure the boy was now comfortable. Once that was done she quietly sat on here bed and pulled out her book. She wanted to sing something soft and melodic that she wrote a while back. Not about a given person but she had had a dream about a man. Not just any man the man of her dreams. That would cure the pains that her past had done to her. She didn't even know if the man existed or not but it was nice to hope for a happy ending at least.
Flipping through her book she was surprised how many pages she had undead come up with. There were so many poems in it. Where was the one she was looking for? Where was the one that seemed to be all her hopes and reams alive in it? With a wistful sigh she found the song that she was looking for. It was short but it held all the feelings that she had longed to share with another.
I'm sitting here starin at your picture
wishing it was on my wall
and maybe even you in person
I want to hold you tight
feel you caress me overnight
making me beg for you baby hold me tight
don't ever let me be in fright
i need you baby come to me
be my night in shinning armor
baby bend a knee
come and rescue me.
Carrying the last word of the song she was startled by the voice that was carrying the word too. Her head snapped up and met the soft eyes of the boy she thought was asleep. "That was a beautiful song Ginny. It really was…please don't stop." Ginny didn't leave him to say another word and ran to the bathroom tears already starting to fall down her face in embarrassment. How could she have let her guard down? Why hadn't she heard him singing with her? It didn't matter this was all a mess there wasn't any point of anything.
Ginny instantly found herself in her stall with her blade already out poised on her forearm. A knock sounded at the door. "Ginny, please come out, I love your songs. I'm sorry if I upset you by singings along, they are just so beautiful. I love them all" The small red head let the words fall over her for a second before she brought the blade crashing down over her skin, spilling blood red drops onto the brick floor. Not sparing any thoughts to the boy knocking on her door. Who would have thought, she Ginny Weasley would have someone knocking at her door. She knew that she wouldn't have. These thought s brought more cuts down upon herself. She rarely kept her head when she cut. How could she when she was sop upset in the first place. She didn't know how long she sat there cutting any and all parts of her that she could find. She needed to get rid of that song. Burn it out of her. Before she knew it, the song was becoming her, word by word, written into her skin. The words were unreadable by the other cuts and slashes zigzagging across her body. She was finished that was the final straw that took her over the edge.
Ginny dropped the blade. Shocked at how much she had done. Nothing over her chest or below her ankles, there were cuts everywhere, blood every where. Bitter tears of shame now replaced the anger at how weak she was that she couldn't even keep her emotions in check as much as she once could.
What had happened to her that had gotten her this far lost? She never thought she was addicted to cutting. Now she felt other wise, the feelings that had just rushed around her, shouldn't have caused her to do this much damage to herself. She didn't understand it in the least. Picking up her knife she slipped it back into the wall and jammed the rock in to place, then not getting up from the floor reached up and turned on the shower spray. Hissing at the sting as the hot water entered her newly made cuts. She then breathed a sigh of relief as she drifted into a white mist of her brain. Still functioning yet not feeling anything at all.
After what seemed like hours Ginny emerged from the bathroom in a towel and hurried quickly across the room to her trunk yanked it open grabbed any random articles of clothing and ran back into the bathroom to change.
Tiredly Ginny fell into her bed. Not noticing that she was wearing a tank top, and that a pair of shorts, both clearly showing her hurt and abused body. Grey and caring eyes watched as her body slowly relaxed. How her arms fell limply to her sides finally peacefully asleep. The blond hair teen waited as moonlight drifted lazily over the sleeping girl, showing her arms for the first night. Dracornis bit back a yell when he saw them. With out thinking of the consequences he pulled out his wand and cast a sleeping spell over the girl. And returned the favor that Ginny had just given him, slowly bandaged her arms carefully and set them down again. Taking the charm off the sleeping girl, he also fell exhausted onto the bed that he was granted to sleep on, wondering what the new day would bring for him.