Crimson Stains

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!