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Is anybody out there?/Does anybody see?/ That when the lights are/Off something’s killing me? Fire and Ice...depending on each other? Songfic to Ashlee Simpson's Catch Me When I Fall

Ginevra Weasley, a beautiful sixteen-year-old girl who had a lot going for her. She was one of the most beautiful girls in her year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, had almost perfect grades in all her classes, had boys chasing after her left and right, a loving family, and wonderful friends. She seemed to have the perfect life, until one night...

The summer changed everything. One day he thought that she was just his best friend, just like Harry was. But the next day, he found himself in love with her. Written WAY before HBP!

She knew that this was not how she wanted to live. She did not want to go down in life known as the baby prostitute. But she was gorgeous, and she knew it. So she used it to her advantage.

I thought destruction meant death, illness, everything bad to happen to the environment. But I soon learned that other things - people - could destruct as well.

“Weasley,” I said, trying my best to have a soft voice, but I could tell it still frightened her since her shoulders seemed to tense up. She froze in the doorway. It was dark and we were alone. Ginevra Weasley and I were alone in the Potions dungeon late at night. She slowly turned around and she looked enchanting. I couldn’t believe it. A Malfoy is supposed to despise Weasley’s, not think they’re the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. NEW VERSION!!!!

He had seduced many of the girls in Hogwarts. All of the gorgeous Slytherin girls, most of the pretty Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw girls, and even a lot of Gryffindor girls had fallen for his seduction. Except, of course, Ginny Weasley.

Was the diary that Lucius Malfoy gave Ginny Weasley the only diary that Tom Riddle had? Was that the only diary that could talk back? Well, Alaina Malfoy, the daughter of Ginny and Draco, knows. Join Alaina on her time in Hogwarts and the mysteries that unravel again...

“Ginny,” he whispers to me in the night. “Ginny. I know you’re there.” I start shaking, remembering the way he left. But now he’s back and now we can be happy again.

'Doors whizzed past him. Screams past him. Green lights shown from behind closed doors. He could hear vociferous screams whichever door he past. Plates of witches and wizards name flew past him as he ran. The pictures turned from solid to skeletons. They glared down at Harry. Pictures of witches and wizards, who'd succumbed to the dark side, or to Voldemort, screamed warning threats of murder.'

Do you the way she looks at you? She looks at you with that utmost admiration and passion. But you don’t see it.

Too much blood covered the streets. Everywhere she looked there was blood. Blood was dried up on the streets, on the dry grass, on her clothes, even on the skin of her body. Too much pain inflicted on everyone’s hearts. She could hear no laughs anymore. Who would laugh when destruction was everywhere? No one dared to laugh anyway. They didn’t want to be found. Too many bodies lying dead on the ground. Everyone was dead. She saw only the weak shells of people desperately trying to live.

She looked gorgeous when she was drenched in the rain. Her clothes would stick to her flawless body and her hair would drip with water and fall in thick strands. Her face would look pale and even though the rain was freezing, she looked warm. It was all he could do to stop himself from pulling her into his embrace.

She sits up until the late hours of the night praying and waiting for Daddy to come back home. It’s been fourteen years and still she waits and waits and prays and prays for him to come back to her and Mommy. Maybe then Mommy wouldn’t be so sad all the time. Maybe then she wouldn’t be sitting alone at the table eating dinner while Mommy had to work three jobs just to pay for the small two-roomed apartment. Maybe then she’d have a family.

I hate looking into mirrors. I've never liked it. Even as a young girl I would never be able to look directly in the mirror, which is why I use my wand to fix everything.

Is this a dream?/If it is please don’t wake me from this high/I’ve become comfortably numb/Until you opened up my eyes She always loved being alone. Until a certain someone opened her eyes to love. OOC.

Draco's bored. Ginny helps him with that.

She didn't want anybody to find out. But they did. He thought nobody would find out. But they did.

Ginny needs help but she won't admit it. Harry tried to be the savior... again. And Draco just HAS to be in here!

Harry's one true love is gone.

“Weasley,” I said, trying my best to have a soft voice, but I could tell it still frightened her since her shoulders seemed to tense up. She froze in the doorway. It was dark and we were alone. Me, Draco Malfoy, and Ginevra Weasley were alone in the Potions dungeon late at night. She slowly turned around and she looked enchanting. I couldn’t believe it. A Malfoy is supposed to despise Weasleys, not think they’re the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

'He always said crying was a sign of weakness. So I never cried. He said laughing only made me look vulnerable. I don't know how to laugh anymore. He said showing your emotions was wrong. He taught me how to hide my emotions. I was always changing myself for him. But no matter what, I was never good enough for him. '

All I do is hide, which is something I have never done before. I used to be strong; I used to be able to stick up for myself. But then you came into my life and all that changed. You made me hide, you took all the innocence I had and that everybody loved and turned me into the female you.

They didn’t know that I knew. Nobody thought I knew. But I did.

After Sirius dies, Harry becomes distant with everybody. Except somebody. 'But I must admit, I'll miss them. I'll miss Her- Hermione's bossy attitude, and Ron's stubbornness. I'll miss their constant flirtatious fighting. I'll even miss fighting with Malfoy or any other Slytherin. But most of all, I'll miss her.' Ginny has a hard time with Harry, but everything with them is fine. It seems like right now, she's the only person he'll talk to. ' "I want to talk to him," I had whispered to nobody in particular. Ron looked up at me and smiled sadly. "He won't listen to you, Ginny," Ron whispered. "He won't listen to anybody." I don't believe him for I have talked to Harry before when he refused to talk to anybody.'