Ginny Weasley was found later that day in a sort of daze. She had touched a boy, with out crying out, with out crying, with out having to hold a blade to her arm later. She was possibly getting better. Weather she could openly show her affection to the rest of the male world, was highly debatable at this point. For the first time in months, Ginny was not running around the pitch she was leisurely taking a walk around the lake. Plopping down onto the snowy bank she pulled her bag around to face her and pulled out an old pair of skates. (I know hokey leave it the fuck alone!)

Lacing up the straps on her pure black skates (weren't expecting that were you? Sorry I'll stop my little side notes now). Hauling herself to her feet she ventured onto the ice testing it a little before she let go and took off down the pond, she was sure that the ice would not break beneath her slight form. At 5foot 4inches, she was only a small 100lbs.

She rarely ate, and when she did she found herself in the little girl's room giving her contents to the nearest toilet. She didn't do it on purpose per say. Well okay she did, but that wasn't really too often. It 7 out of ten times she ate. She would go to the restroom and throw up, she would stick her finger down her own throat and laugh, until she spilled he contents of her stomach. She did not want to be a bulimic though, that was not her intent of all of this. She did it because it was the only way to get rid of herself. Though she did not want to die she wanted to be come small. Almost as if, if she were small enough she would able to fold herself up and hide in herself, where no one would find her, where Tom would not find her. She didn't want to become the rest of her family. The Weasleys were all sturdy people, with good portions on there bones. She never wanted to be like that. She hated it. To her being any bigger then what she was, was disgusting.

Swirling around Ginny felt some one watching her, she did a twirl to face the person to tell them off when she did, she found herself staring at Dracornis, who she thought was asleep. Glaring slightly at the boy she skated towards him. "You know your going to freeze to death coming out here to stalk me." Ginny spat out at the blond who looked like he had been smacked.

Dracornis let his eyes drift away from Ginny as she stood in front of him. He got to his feet feeling immensely stupid for wanting to go out and watch her. She was so beautiful and elegant; he was also hoping that she would sing another song while she was out here. "M sorry, didn't meant to bother you again." He said quietly. Ginny felt something melt inside her she reached out and grasped his hand and pulled him back.

"I guess you can stay." Ginny not being a stupid witch transfigured a pine cone into a warm sweater for Dracornis, and with another she made a great quilt that could fit more then just Dracornis' small form. "Well come on, don't just stand there." She pulled him out onto the ice, steadying him on it, she led the way to her rock and threw the quilt up there for him to sit on and snuggle in. Dracornis was a bit shocked but climbed onto the rock. Feeling a sense of warmth instantly spread over him as Ginny tucked the quilt around him. "Just because you're here doesn't mean I'm going to stop what I was doing." She bit out then turned and skated around. Feeling a small amount of joy that she had some one there watching her.

Doing flips and twists, jumps and turns, she enjoyed it more then she ever had, as Dracornis clapped for her to continue. She finally did her final spin earning a large round of applause from Dracornis. Skating slowly and tiredly over to him she unlaced her shoes and climbed onto the rock. Both were quiet aware of the others presence so close. She was wind burned from wearing just a long black sleeved shirt and a pair of track pants. Dracornis taking a deep breath shifted aside and let Ginny under the quilt then wrapped it around her shoulders in a way that had her leaning against him.

Muscles taught to leap up and run if anything were to happen, Ginny let herself lean against the other boy. Feeling a heat she never felt before rush through her, starting from her heart. Both sat there, Dracornis had one arm wrapped around Ginny's back keeping a soft hold on her. His other was clutching a piece of paper with lines on it.

Taking a steadying breath Dracornis glanced down at the red head lying against him. "Ginny… I wrote this for you…" He said quietly Ginny sat up and watched him unsure of where this was going to lead.

"With out a second glance

Or a snide remark

You show me what is in your heart

Not even a shadow is in my heart

Is even remotely alive

As I look into your beautiful eyes

I see your shinning face

Your words of what you feel

Your words so soft and strong

Show me that the world

Isn't as hopeless to begin

There is one last person

Worth living for again."

Silence feel as Dracornis said the last words. Ginny's heart beat was faster then the Hogwarts express. She watched him as he watched her. Then with out warning Ginny sprung to her feet and was running across the ice before Dracornis could even blink.

Ginny ran as fast as she could, faster then she thought was possibly, she could feel her skin shake at the speed at which she was running. Leaping up the entrance hall stair she bounded through the great hall, towards the north stairs. Tears threatening to fall around her as she ran through the halls and stairs of Hogwarts. Leaping up the steps she let herself into the North and tallest tower of Hogwarts. Out of breath she fell against the window sill and let the tears fall.

Tears of anguish and shame fell. She didn't really understand why. But something in the poem that Dracornis had wrote, tricked a nerve. That poem was too pure. To herself at least it was too pure. Meant that it wasn't real. Or that it was to real to be really real. That it was her imagination playing tricks on her. Pulling out her wand, she summoned her Serpent Dagger. Though no one could see it as it flew down the halls of Hogwarts, she had cast an invisibility charm on it, making it impossible to see when it was in the air. She clutched it to her as it finally came to her, landing neatly at her feet.

The poem was stuck with her, telling her that someone was there wanting to help yet she couldn't take it. It was like he was on a boat away from the dock, and all she had to do was reach him and she would be safe. Yet she couldn't. It was always like this. The dock and the boat. The only thing different was that she wasn't on the boat this time usually she was on the boat, with a friend, and they would be rescued but no one would see her, and she would be left to stay on the dock until someone whished to rescue her. And from this moment, it seemed as if Dracornis was the one that was set to rescue her.

That poem, was from his heart, and she knew it. She felt the words behind it. She felt what he felt when he wrote that song. She was shocked from how much love was in it. It seemed almost unimaginable that someone could feel that about her. Clutching the blade she rolled up her sleeve and cut a single line down the length of her for arm. Watching the blood flow as the bandages that were on them feel off. Blood pooled and rolled down her arm. She relished these feelings. Cutting her arms. It was crazy though, what she felt, it was joy, nothing else It seemed. Just.. at least. So simple that It made her feel almost happy.

"What the hell are you doing Ginny!" At her name the red head slammed to her feet from her crouched position. Spinning her knife from pointing at her to the red head staring at the blood on her arm. Panic rose with in her as she saw the look of utter revolution pass on her older brothers face as he gazed at her scratched, scared, and bleeding forearm.

Rom glared at his little sister clutching the Marauders Map in his hand. The room seemed to Freeze as the two looked at one another. Nothing was spoken nothing moved. Finally Ginny spoke. Three simple words before she made a mad dash for the door.

"Leave me alone."

Ron was faster then his younger sister and caught her and threw her to the ground. Ginny dazed was able the move her dagger to the side to prevent herself from landing on it. She slid across the floor and hit the wall. Sitting up she looked at her brother. Fear evident in her eyes. She once again tried to get around him and again Ron through her to the ground. "Don't fucking touch me" Ginny screamed at Ron. His face was dark as he stared at her. With out warning his foot shot out and caught Ginny in the side, sending her gasping for breath. Again Ron kicked her, he started to talk.

"Why Ginny? Why would you do this to yourself?" Ron asked not at all caring as a kick landed on Ginny's face. Her head whipped back hitting the wall. Anything Ginny thought about doing or saying was not going to happen now. She cried on in pain as Ron's foot connected with her back.

"Ron…" Ginny tried to gasp out but Ron didn't hear her. All he could hear was the pounding in his ears. Ron bent down and ripped at Ginny's clothes. She had been in a black long sleeved shirt with red wings printed on the back, and a pair of track pants. Ginny tried to pull away but all strength had already gone. She prayed the darkness would swallow her. But it wouldn't come Ron quickly tore her shirt away producing hundreds of cuts on Ginny's body.

Ginny felt panic rise in her as Ron un-did the clasp on her track pants Images of Tom sprung to her mind. She was reliving it as Ron slid down her pants, Ginny tried to lash out but all she could manage was an anguished cry, as her brother saw her for what she really was. The words carved into her legs. The thousands of cuts. Ron let his fist down into Ginny stomach then backed away. Shaking his head.

"You are no Wesley. You are nothing to me Ginny. You are nothing." Ron left. Through the door and let Ginny lay there blood pooling around her, bruises forming and pain over coming her body.

Her last waking thought before the darkness finally took her, was that she hoped someone that wouldn't hurt her would find her.

Dracornis was worried. It had been over 6 hours since he had seen Ginny. Not that he was like her keeper or anything. He was merely really worried that if she cut, she did too much and was passed out somewhere. Setting out into the halls of Hogwarts he figured he'd look out over the grounds from the north tower, the tallest tower of Hogwarts.

Upon reaching the room he found it open knocked slightly before walking in, Students of Hogwarts had many a snogging sessions in this room. Walking in Dracornis gasped as he saw his talented Ginny lying on the floor in her own blood. Her shirt ripped in many places, and her trackies pulled down, rape, screamed in his mind, in flashy bright neon letters.

Making his way across the room quickly he knelt down beside her and checked for a pulse. Though hew as a pure blood, didn't mean he was stupid. Sighing as she had one, and it was nice strong and healthy. He pulled out his wand and cast a cleaning charm over her and the floor. Picking up her blade, he fucked it into his pocket to return to her later. Then carefully picking up Ginny, still asleep into his arms and made his way back to the Gryffindor's room.

Laying the younger girl on the bed Dracornis cleaned once again the girl up, careful around the greener bruises, from experience those always hurt more. Dracornis writhed in anger when he though of who would do this to Ginny. He would talk to her when she awake maybe the next morning.

A bit hesitantly Dracornis stripped Ginny down and changed her clothes. That was no easy job for Dracornis keeping his eyes averted to anything than his hands, not what his hands were doing, just his hands. Nothing else. Hands only. Dracornis carefully made sure that Ginny was tucked in well and retreated to the bed that he was sleeping on. Tiredly he watched Ginny's slim figure chest rise and fall again and again. Eventually he was lulled asleep also. Letting both of the two uncertain teens drift into a world where dreams come true, and nightmares stay real.