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The Only One
Ginny slipped silently through the halls as if a ghost. She arrived back at her destination soon after leaving the Prefect Bathrooms behind.
"Garibaldi Galleon," Ginny whispered to the Fat Lady. She yawned sleepily and opened up to allow Ginny entrance. Ginny snuck silently in. There was an eerie glow cast across the room, as the last embers in the fire were dying. There were hushed whispers around the room.
Ginny uncertainly stepped forward. "Hello?" she asked.
No answer.
"Who's there?" The whispers ceased for a moment. They didn't sound human. They sounded as if they were emitting from the walls. They were wordless, senseless whispers, almost like babbling. "Who's there?" her voice quivered as the fire suddenly hissed and died, leaving her in a room of darkness. She screamed as something touched her skin, something cold and slimy, wrapping around her arms and legs, up her torso, surrounding her until she was gasping for air, being suffocated.
"HELP!" she screamed as she used her last ounce of oxygen, fighting to stay conscious. Then, the world died away.
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She was back in the bath, entangled in Draco's arms, hot tears slipping down her cheeks. She tightened her hold around his neck, pressing the side of her face to his cheek. His lips were pressed against her shoulder, and his arms were wrapped around her waist.
"Don't go," Ginny pleaded. A choked back sob escaped his throat.
"I have to," he responded. Tears came at a more rapid pace now, as they were both lost in their last moments together, possibly ever.
"You don't. I won't let them take you," she pleaded, in attempt to convince him not to go. "You'll die!"
"No I won't. I'll live, I'll be victorious, and I'll come home to you," he whispered in her ear, his hot breath forming Goosebumps on her skin.
"You better, or I might just go crazy here," she joked at this somber, somber time.
"I will, I promise," he muttered before the sweep of the moment took over both of them, and their lips locked together in a fierce kiss.
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Ginny walked along the aisles of beds. It was quiet, like being in a cemetery, only worse. The beds were filled with the sick, the injured, and the dying. Hermione was sobbing next to the bed of Harry, clasping his hand with her own-bandaged one, giving him light pecks on the lips every so often. He had suffered two broken legs and many cuts and bruises, all at the price of ridding evil from the world.
Her brother was lying in another bed, accompanied by Luna and my mum. One of his arms had been broken, he sprained his ankle and he also had various cuts and bruises. He was in a coma at the moment. They had no idea when or if he would wake up.
Ginny stopped at the bed that supposedly held Draco. I blinked back tears, and quickly snapped back the curtain. He was laying there, his face pale, his eyes closed, and bruises and the marks of his victory still ever-present. Ginny closed her eyes, willing the tears to stay in her eyes, but as one dropped onto the white bed sheet, many others followed it. Ginny threw her arms around his neck, laying her head on his heart, only to be greeted by the dull thump, thump that was his heartbeat.
He's still alive.
Her face showed the faint outline of a smile. She raised her head up and planted a small kiss on his lips, then laid her head back on his chest. She reached up to stroke his cheek. It was cold and frostbitten. Before she knew it, the calm heartbeat of his was what put her to sleep after a week of restless nights.
She woke up to voices surrounding her head. She groggily tried to open her eyes, and lift her head up. When she managed to, she stopped. She rested her head back on his chest to find that he had no heartbeat.
He was dead.
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Ginny shot awake. She was lying in the hospital wing, hushed voices around her. One she identified as Ron, and the other two as Harry and Hermione, but there were another three she could not identify. She couldn't see, because her eyes were half-closed with sleep. Ginny had a hard time opening them, as if they were stuck together.
"She's awake, oh Merlin, she's awake!" Ron exclaimed. She managed to open her eyes, seeing Ron, Hermione, Harry, Luna, Draco and Colin gathering around her.
"What happened?" Ginny asked, sitting up and rubbing her head.
"It was late at night, and everyone heard screaming coming form the common room. Everyone stampeded down, and we found you on the floor, shaking and cold. Your eyes were still open, but you looked possessed. We were all scared, so Harry tried to pick you up to bring you to the hospital. Every time someone got within five feet of you, you would scream bloody murder. I sent someone to go get McGonagall, but before long, Malfoy had come to the common room because he "Sensed" something was wrong. Bloody creepy, it was. I tried picking you up, but you screamed the loudest and the highest when I cam near you. When Draco tried to pick you up, you didn't make a sound, only clung to him and started to sob!" Ron exclaimed. "The common room started to follow him, until McGonagall came and sent everyone but me, Harry, Hermione, and Draco back to their dormitories. McGonagall sent Draco off and tried to take you in her arms, but you started to thrash and screech at the top of your lungs. She tried to levitate you, but you still kept on thrashing about even in the air. She gave up trying, and just let Malfoy carry you here. It's like he was the only one that could even get near you without you going psycho. It was rather…odd." Draco looked at me, worried.
"The Only One," he muttered, as if remembering something.
"But I remember," Ginny trailed off.
"What? What do you remember?" Harry asked persistently.
"I was walking into the common room, and I heard whispering. I asked who was there and I didn't get an answer. Then, it seemed as if the whispers were coming from the walls. I started to freak out, and wanted to run, but a thick black fog started to wrap around my limbs. It felt slimy and constricting. I screamed, and the last thing I remember is screaming for help and passing out," Ginny finished, rubbing her head again. She had a killer headache.
Then, it hit her like a brick.
She began to curse and hit herself upside the head.
"Gin, Gin," Hermione soothed, grabbing her hand and returning it to her side. "What's wrong?"
"I'm just a little freaked, that's all," which wasn't entirely a lie. Ginny was rather spooked by what had happened in the common room.
Madam Pomfrey bustled by and saw her awake. She ushered the others away, but Draco insisted he stay. Madam Pomfrey gave up arguing with him and bustled off, begrudgingly giving him seven extra minutes.
"Ginny, what's wrong?" he asked.
"Nothing," she responded angelically, making busywork of picking the loose threads out of her sheets.
"Weasel," he started coldly. She looked down and started to chew on her lip as he said those words so coldly. She loved him, he was going to die, and he started to treat her like scum again. She then looked up with tears forming in her eyes (A/N: is it me or do I make her cry too much?) and threw her arms around him, the beginnings of sobs forming in his shoulder. Before long, his shirt was damp with tears. "I'm sorry," he sighed. "I didn't mean it."
"It's not," she hiccupped. "It's not that." She sniffed loudly. "I just don't want you to die."
He stiffened up immediately and Ginny knew she said the wrong thing.
A/N: that's the next chapter. I hope you like it. I know it's short compared to Ban the tube top update, but it'll have to do! I love my fans! :-D
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