Chapter 12 – Crash

One month later the school was called to the Great Hall for an announcement. There had been in accident, resulting n the death of another student. From the moment Dumbledore had let the name be heard, Ginny immediately felt sick, and her head turned to her right, where Draco sat with his eyes wide. Next to him, Pansy looked up at the Headmaster, tears pouring down her cheeks. She clutched Malfoy's hand and Ginny's eyes narrowed in disgust. Draco caught her eye and quickly released Pansy's hand.

That afternoon seemed to go in slow motion. Ginny, for once, wasn't being bothered by anyone. Though, as she walked down the hall to her class, she heard someone shout, "Did you Imperio Blaise to go and commit suicide, bitch?" It was an unfamiliar Slytherin who spoke to her in such a heartless way. "Did you fucking hate him that much because he didn't want to sleep with you so you made up a story, got him in trouble, and then when you were finally satisfied, killed him?"

Before Ginny could defend herself, there was a voice behind her. "You will leave her alone, Daphne, do you hear me?" He swept passed her and grabbed Daphne by the shoulder, and Ginny knew he wanted to slam the dark-haired girl's pretty head into the goddamned wall. The redhead watched closely as he sent his hand flying to crash against the spot on the wall beside her left ear and he sneered. "I don't believe for a second that Ginny Weasley is capable of anything so sinister…"

"Only because you're fucking her," Daphne snarled, her pretty face twisting into something horrible.

"You'll be surprised to know that has not happened," Draco snapped. "Have you been stricken dumb and deaf as well as blind, Daphne, dear?"

Her green eyes widened. "I've heard the story. But that's all it is, I think, just a fucking story."

"Why would she make up something that horrible?" Draco asked, growling in frustration. He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at Daphne. "Well?"

When Ginny tried to defend herself again, she heard Daphne scream, "You! You don't get to say a fucking word. You don't get to lie anymore!"

"I believe her, Daphne," said a soft voice.

Ginny looked over her shoulder, very surprised to see Pansy coming towards them. She stopped beside Ginny and stared at the scene in front of her. "What are you doing here?" the Gryffindor whispered.

"Blaise hurt her, deep down you know it," Pansy said, glaring at Daphne. "You should have listened to the way he talked about Ginny."

"He said 'She wanted it…I could tell…' I had no idea at the time that he was referring to her, and if I had, I would have killed him straightaway." Draco glanced behind him at Ginny's face, a look of deep hurt on his own. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you," he whispered.

"This is unreal!" Daphne screamed. "No way he did that to her."

Ginny nodded. "Yes, he did. Dumbledore and McGonagall believe me, why can't you?"

"You've got the Professors to believe this load of shit?" At this point, Daphne had heard enough. She reached for her wand and found that the others had been faster.

"Put it down…" said Pansy gently.

"No! I won't let his memory go like this."

"You two barely talked," Draco said suddenly.

"As far as you knew," Daphne said quietly. "We had kept our relationship a secret from everyone else. There was too much going on with Voldemort and the Death Eaters to think that anyone would even care about something so silly. He came to me one night a few months ago and told me what he had done to her. I didn't believe him, so I called him horrible names and raised my wand to him. He screamed at me to turn him in, begged me to. I told him it was over after that…we had planned to get married after Hogwarts. Funny how things work out." But the end of her story, Daphne was in tears and shaking terribly.

The corridor was filled with silence for a moment or two before someone spoke. "I'm sorry…"

Daphne glanced up to see Ginny coming towards her, and she held her wand higher. "You don't understand…he meant everything to me."

Ginny smiled softly. "I think I understand more than you realize," she said and grabbed Draco's hand. "He's been able to help me through this when I didn't want anyone to."

"You should be broken, Ginny Weasley." Daphne stood slowly, her wand falling to the floor. "You shouldn't want to live after what happened to you."

"I still live," Pansy muttered.

Daphne's eyes widened. "You were…? Why didn't you ever say anything?"

"How could I?" Pansy said, stepping closer. "You were always too busy to talk."

"But that…"

"It's done. It happened so long ago, before I met you, so really it doesn't matter much anymore."

"Yes it does! Oh, Pans, I'm sorry."

Pansy smiled somberly.

Draco's face fell, having suddenly realized the seriousness of this situation. He cleared his throat and all three girls looked over at him. "I think we ought to set everything straight around the school with what actually happened."

They nodded in unison.

One week later there was an article published in the Daily Prophet about Ginny Weasley's encounter with a different kind of darkness. It talked about her experience (though she was rather reluctant to give it), of her family and her past. Most curious of all was Blaise's past; he had been, upon investigation, found to have assaulted two other girls in a span of six months.

And now, as Ginny looked at the paper, she smiled to herself. Blaise had died because he knew that someday his horrible indiscretions would be discovered. Again, Dumbledore had called her to his office, and as she entered, she saw her parents waiting for her, along with Bill and Charlie. Arthur embraced her and told her he was proud of her as Molly cried and was being comforted by Bill.

They asked her if she would like to come home early. She said no. When the door opened once more to the Headmaster's office, the Weasley's stiffened. Ginny exhaled and grinned. "This is my boyfriend…"

Draco smiled and watched each member in her family glare at him. This was going to be an interesting relationship.

Author's Note: I'm sad to say that this is the end of the story. Though, I'd like to get everyone's opinion on things. How did I do? Should I do a sequel?

Yes, and the thing he whispered to her in the previous chapter was: "I'll cure you."

He was her savior.