Self Destruct

Prologue

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.

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I watched her everyday. It killed me to see how much she had changed, how lost she looked. I would here her cry during the day in a dark corner when she thought she was alone. She was so different. I remember seeing her happy and smiley all the time. Now all I see is a scared little girl putting on an act.

She thinks she's fooled everybody into believing she's happy and that she's perfect. But I know better. She wants to run away, she wants to die, she wants to cry. She wants to be loved. She thinks she is happy with the way her life is going. But I've never seen her so sad before.

All the time I've known her I always thought of her as a little girl who would always get her way in school. But over the years she grew up beautiful and strong. She never got low grades in any of her classes; she never gave into a boy before, even if she was sure she loved him. She was always strong.

But then, all of a sudden, she collapsed. Not literally, of course. She was no longer strong. She was still beautiful, but in a dark way. She always looked like she had just gone through hell and back. Her once bright eyes were dark and covered in eyeliner, mascara, and eye shadow. Her lips are always covered in lipstick and she looks plastic, even if she is still beautiful.

She started giving boys exactly what they wanted, and became what Hogwarts calls her now: The school slut. Her friends look at her like she's a disgrace. She used to be loved by everybody, professors, girls, and boys. Now the professors always recommend her to go to the hospital wing to make sure she's okay. But always just smiles softly and assures them she's all right.

Girls are always whispering when she walks into a room or passed them. She always ignores it, but deep inside, she knows it's killing her.

Boys are constantly chasing after her, and after a date, they always say how good she was, how much they wanted it again. It made me sick. I never thought she would be one to have sex on a first date, even if she never did have a steady boyfriend.

I can't believe I'm watching her fall, and I can't do a thing to help her. I try, and I try, and I try. But nothing ever gets through to her. Even though she hates me, I feel like I should just grab her hand and drag her to the hospital wing. I've always seen a happy girl in front of me, a girl who never lets anybody bring her down. Now all I see is a destroyed version of Ginny Weasley.

I hate how I'm just watching her fall to pieces. I hate how I'm not doing a thing to help her. I hate how she won't listen to anybody. I just want her to look in the mirror, look at what she's become, and maybe, just maybe, she'll be able to fix it.

I hate that worthless boyfriend of hers broke her heart, and left her to fix it. He claims it was a mistake, but real men don't make those kinds of mistakes. Forgetting Valentines Day and you birthday is forgivable, but cheating on her with someone who was supposed to be her best friend is completely unacceptable. I didn't even think he would stoop so low as to cheat. Now look what he's done to her.

I don't want to sit back and just watch her die. I think she might die soon enough if she continues with what she's doing, or maybe it'll lead to insanity or suicide. I don't know what I'll do if she dies. So how do I, Draco Malfoy, help Ginny? Even I don't know the answer to that. So I'll take you on a journey, and maybe you will find out how.