Chapter 6: Temptation

"What do you want?" I asked, my whole body shaking underneath the covers.

"You know what you want," he said, smiling. He held the small bottle in front of me, "You know you want one, why resist?"

Disaster followed wherever I went…no matter how much I tried to resist I couldn't, my hand snapped up to reach for the glorious contents of the bottle. Draco moved his hand away in one swift movement just as I was about to grab it. "What do you want from me Draco?" I asked angrily, "I was doing fine before you showed up!"

He smiled teasingly, "Aww, poor baby Ginny…come on baby, have you forgotten everything we've been through?" His smile widened as I glared at him angrily, I forced my hand down and ripped my eyes away from the bottle.

"You made me into this! You made me into what I am now! All for what? To see me suffer? Well you've got what you've wanted, leave me alone!"

"Come on Ginny! Don't go all dramatic on me, it's dead boring. I thought you'd try harder for what you crave…" His eyes shined with malice as he opened the bottle and stuck out his tongue as a drop escaped from the bottle into his mouth, he stared at me, his eyes slowly changing into the colour of dried blood.

He leaned closer to me, smiling as he held the bottle in front of my mouth. I stared at him, trying to resist and then I looked away to the broken mirror that held what little pieces were left from my angered tantrum. One piece of glass, held my reflection, a tiny reflection that saw what was inside of me, "Ginny…Ginny… taste me…take it, be free…give in to the temptation…you have nothing else to live for…"

I looked away, I was going crazy, I knew it and I knew I had already given in the moment I saw the bottle. I looked at Draco, "Is this what you do? Make people miserable?"

"No… I help them be free," he told me as he tipped a small portion of the drug into my already opened mouth. I felt it burn on my tongue and down my throat, my mind raced and my eyes rolled uncontrollably underneath my eyelids. I gasped as I clutched my throat, the liquid burned me, it felt as though my whole body was on fire as it rapidly consumed and spread inside me.

"What did you do to me!" I gasped.

He smiled his malicious smile and laughed softly, "Did you really think I'd give it to you so easily? Or that I would leave you alive? You would have given me away," his eyes shone red.

"But…but, you drank it! You tasted it!" I said in disbelief.

He laughed as he pulled another bottle out of his pocket, "I'm not that stupid Ginny."

He leaned forward, even as my whole body shook unwillingly and the taste of blood became evident in my mouth, he leaned forward and told me he had no choice, even though he said that, there was no sign of remorse in his face. He smiled, "You know I've loved you more than anyone I've ever meet. But then you had to get involved with that oaf Potter!" he said bitterly.

I tried to push him away to scream for help but my body had it's own will. It did nothing I asked of it. My vision blurred with a red thick liquid oozing out of my eyes and to my horror my ears and nose. Draco held out his hand and brushed my red tears away, "This was how you wanted it to be Ginny… at least this way, no one will suffer more than they need to. Sure they'll grieve for you… even I will, but you have to agree with me. It's better to be dead than to be a burden to those you love…"

I took in his words and knew he was right, it was better this way and so I stopped trying to resist and welcomed the open arms of death.

I couldn't stay, I had to be with her. Even though the lack of sleep was starting to catch up with me I refused to give in. I argued with Bill and told him I wasn't going to stay while Ginny lay in bed broken.

"Look Bill! I don't care ok? I don't need fucking rest! I need to be with her! It's my fault she's there!"

"It's not – " Bill began but I cut him off, angry.

"Don't bloody tell me that Bill! You know you don't believe that!"

Bill glared at me angrily, "Did you give her the drug Harry? Did you tell her to take it??"

"Whatever…I'm going!" I yelled angrily, throwing my hands up in the air.

Charlie, who had been sitting down calmly and observing the heated argument suddenly stood up and grabbed my hand. I glared at him, "Just let me go!" I said, ripping his hand off of mine, but his grip was as strong as steel.

"Harry, calm down. I'll come with you," he said, his voice never rising, always steady.

I calmed down and nodded not knowing what to say.

So here I am, back at St. Mungo's hospital, walking slowly back to the ICU unit in room 342 where Ginny lay.

I stared ahead not trusting my anger to contain itself.

I looked at the room numbers, 338, 389, 340, 341… and we were finally there, I looked through the transparent section of her room and my lungs gave out a cry, "GINNY!"

I ran into the room, she was shaking uncontrollably, blood flowing from her eyes, mouth, ears and nose. Her eye rolled dangerously. Tears escaped my eyes I ran to her and I lashed out, "No!" I smashed the already broken mirror and the lamp beside it. Why was no one here?? Where were the wizards and witches!!!

Charlie ran beside his sister as I sat, face in my hands, I could feel a crease growing on my brow. I had already felt her pulse… there was none to feel.

Charlie realized why I had collapsed on myself and stared in disbelief, "Where are the fucking wizards!!!! Where's mom and dad?!? GINNY! GINNY DAMN YOU! WAKE UP!"

All I could remember was a blur of hurrying feet and sadness. Ginny was gone…my Ginny…was gone.

I should have known all along… that underneath the smile there was nothingness inside her…..

THE END