Crimson Stains by Crystal

Rating: PG
Genres: Angst, Romance
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 4
Published: 12/01/2003
Last Updated: 12/01/2003
Status: Completed

Sad how only her family's worst enemy notices the way she's acting. Ginny is sick and is
at the end of her life. Will she finally find someone that she loves and loves her back? What does
Draco Malfoy have to do with this? -- ADDED BY PORTKEY CO-ADMIN (gal-texter) in 2008: This fic had
been completed in another site. See http://recs.portkey.org/includes/view_rec_details.php?rec_id=94
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1. Prologue
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Prologue

By Crystal

*Screw the disclaimers ^^;;*

~*~ Ginny ~*~

Funny how I’ve been sick for so long and nobody even sees it. Not even my brother and his
friends. Soon, I’m going to die. I know this... I’m sure I got this from Erica Jansen. Gryffindor,
same year as me. The 6th year, suppose to be anyways. Right now, I’m picking my food, not even
wanting to eat it much. The fact that I just coughed out about a litre of blood this morning was
enough to make me really sick. Okay, maybe not a litre, but pretty much. It’s been getting worst.
Right. Erica. I’m sure I got it from her. She died during the summer and I went to her funeral. Two
weeks before school started. It was November right now. It was months since I last talked to her,
even though it only felt like a day or two.

She was my one and only friend. Isn’t it sad sometimes? Really. Not even Hermione has noticed
how my bed sheets always had some crimson liquid on it. Probably too busy snogging Ron or
something, not that I’d really care. No. I was probably the saddest person in the entire planet. No
one knew I was sick, and no one will. Ever. Sometimes, that thought is comforting. If nobody found
out, then I’d die alone. I won’t see their sad faces, and hopefully, I’ll die in my sleep. That
way, it’s painless. It’s good to think nobody knows... It can’t be cured. Erica had gotten Madam
Pomfrey to check her body ever since she knew she had the sickness. No help. I’m depressing myself,
I know.

I look beside me at Ron, Harry and Hermione. Always smiling, always friends. My friend was gone
and I will soon be too. I wonder if Harry will miss me? Although I don’t have a crush on him
anymore, I still do wish that he will miss me. As my brother, I don’t mind. But at least, he’ll
think of me. I’m so stupid sometimes. Who would think of Ginny? The youngest Weasley in the family.
The one and only girl in the family that didn’t act like a girl due to having six brothers. Ron,
Fred, George, Percy, Charlie and Bill’s little sister. I was only known as that. Never did I have
my own name before. I never did earn my own name, nor did I try. I guess being in the shadow has
its own uses... I didn’t always get insulted by Slytherins, or should I change that to Draco
Malfoy? Professor Snape never paid much attention to me, unless I did something wrong. I always sat
at the back of classes, answering questions when asked and kept quiet when told. I was always the
obedient kind. Unlike Fred and George, or was it Gred and Forge?

All I know is that I’ll miss my brothers a lot, and my parents. Harry and Hermione too. But then
again, perhaps I’ll see Erica. That’ll be good, kinda. Oh, anyways, class’ going to start soon.
Double potions with Slytherins. I don’t mind. Oh right, I’m in the 7th years potion. Professor
Dumbledore gave me permission to skip one year of potions. I’m glad, the only thing I didn’t like
was having Draco Malfoy in my class, but that was okay. He usually insulted Ron, Hermione and
Harry. I don’t pay much attention to their arguments, it’s always the same. And I know they can
insult Malfoy back nicely, even if Professor Snape took points off Gryffindor, but that was okay, I
guess. I stood up and walked slowly to the door, but after I was out of anyone’s sight, I ran to
whichever washroom I could find. Another coughing fit was coming up.

~*~ Draco ~*~

Screw Pansy Parkinson, not litterally, of course. She makes me sick sometimes. Okay, most of the
time. She’s always around me and touching me, makes me want to puke. Once again, I find myself
looking at a certain girl over at the Gryffindor table with long auburn hair cascading down her
back. Makes me think of a waterfall full of blood. I see she’s picking at her food again, I don’t
know how that girl can still walk. Everyday, since a few weeks ago, I started paying attention to
her eating. She doesn’t eat at all, only playing with her food. It does kind of scare me, although
as much as I want to deny, I’m worried for the little red head. Of course, I shouldn’t worry about
a Weasley, but I can’t help it. She is getting skinnier and skinnier, and sometimes, it makes me
mad thinking that even her own brother can’t seem to notice. And the scary fact is that her face is
almost the same shade as mine. I have abnormal pale skin, but her having the same shade as me
definitely shows that she has problems.

Double potions next. I didn’t mind, and as much as Potter, Weasley and Granger think that I have
high marks in potions just because Snape favours me, it’s not true. I study lots, though nobody
knows and I’m the second best student in the 7th year, though not a single soul knows, except for
the teachers. I try to keep that fact unknown to most trying to keep my reputation as the ‘Bad
Boy’.

Just then, I see a flash of red leaving the Great Hall. Weasley. As much as I hate to stand up
and leave the seat I was just getting comfortable in, I have to. And with Pansy over me, I’d rather
go to hell and back than stay here for one more minute.

As I walked down to Snape’s class, I looked at my watch. Ah well, I was five minutes late. So
what? Snape didn’t care much and he never gave me any detention. I’ll be fine. I walked in the
classroom and Snape pretended he didn’t see me. The only spot left... Was beside Weasley, at the
back of the class. Not Ronald Weasley, hell no. The little Weasley. Well, that’s fine. I said down
beside her and started taking notes. Halfway through the notes, she started coughing violently. I
knew she was trying to calm it, but without much success. From the corner of my eyes, I was
watching her while taking notes. She took a piece of tissue out and started coughing in it, the
tissue making her sound quieter. And she wiped her mouth with the tissue. My eyes opened in
surprise slightly at the sight of the now crimson colored tissue. She knows I saw it, but she
instantly stuffed it in her bag as if nothing happened and continued taking notes.

I heard that one of the Gryffindors died like that during this summer. If I remember well, she
had curly brown hair and brown eyes. Erica Jansen, I think. Don’t ask me why I know, I have my
ways. My mind determined, I scribbled something down quickly and handed it to her. Class was almost
over anyways. A few more minutes to go. I saw her open up the letter and read it and looked back at
me, almost begging me. I ignored her and as the class finished, I rushed out the class.

Author’s Notes: Draco is probably a bit OOC, but I don’t really care =P Anyways, a new idea for
me that suddenly came because I was just coughing my ass off. And no I was not coughing up blood.
I’m just sick =P Review and I’ll be happy! ‘Winter Dreams’ is going to be updated within a week,
hopefully. Thanks!



