Can You See Me?

Desperate for changing
Starving for truth

"Nice suicide note, Weasley." A calm, smooth voice interrupted Ginny's morbid thoughts of suicide as she struggled to place it. She gasped, no! It couldn't be! He wasn't supposed to be here! She was supposed to be alone, there was to be no students out passed ten, save the prefects... she inwardly groaned. The prefects; she had forgotten about them.

I'm closer to where I started
Chasing after you

The owner of the voice stepped out from the shadows towards her. He was a tall, lean, silver haired and gray eyed seventh year Slytherin.

"Malfoy," she said, more for her benefit than his, as calmly and as sanely as she could muster. "I suppose that you would know what made a good suicide note and what wouldn't." She gulped and tried to hide the tear stains on her face. He shrugged. "What are you doing out here anyway?" she asked suspiciously, brows furrowing.

I'm falling even more in love with you
Letting go of all I've held onto

"I'm a prefect. It is my DUTY to do nightly patrols around the school grounds, to make sure that Voldemort's," Ginny gave an involuntary flinch at the name. "Not wandering around this enormous castle," he said arily.

"Of course not," she agreed with him, knife still in the air, but now slightly lower. Her arm was getting tired from the downward blood rush. "You'd have to make sure he had some sort of directions, pointing out the rooms and halls of importance." He smiled.

I'm standing here until you make me move
I'm hanging by a moment here with you

"What are you doing out here?" he countered abruptly. She looked around calmly, at the stars, the torches, her note, her knife, then finally, at the speaker. "Oh... I don't know, killing myself?" she said as she was suggesting it to him. "Why?" he asked, a look of confusion and concern etched on each of his fine facial features.

Forgetting all I'm lacking
Completely Incomplete

Ginny chose not to reply. She bit her lip, afraid to answer his question. Did he really not know, or was did he want to hear it from her for himself. He stepped closer, 'til she and him were a mere six inches away from each other.

"Why?" he repeated his question, softer. She could feel his warm breath on her cheeks and she suddenly felt very ashamed at herself.

I'll take your invitation
You take all of me, now

Ginny chewed on the side of her cheek and the knife quivered, catching and reflecting the bright moonlight. Draco eyed the knife wearily. Her heart was racing; should she really tell him?

"It's because... I want to die because..." she trailed off helplessly, groping for words, the fuzziness from her being in his presence, so close to her, rushing back into her, making her lightheaded and difficult to think properly.

I'm falling even more in love with you
Letting go of all I've held on to

"Spit it out already, Weasley," Draco said impatiently.

"It's because, because I'm in love with you, ok!" she said angrily and fiercely, her lip quivering dangerously. "I'm in love with you so much and I'm going to kill myself," she repeated, watching firmly, grim determination in chocolate eyes. She took a large step back; Draco didn't follow.

I'm standing here until you make me move
I'm hanging by a moment here with you

"Why?" he asked again. She was about to respond with the obvious response, that she was in love. "Are you killing yourself because you're in love with me? When you're in love, aren't you supposed to feel floaty and happy all the time?" he reasoned. His tone was arrogant, or superior, it was questioning.

I'm living for the only thing I know
I'm running and not quite sure where to go

"What would you know about love, Malfoy? And, no, that's not what I feel. That's love with HOPE. I love with despair," she lowered the knife towards her stomach. Draco's eyes widened slightly; he needed to keep her talking more than ever.

And I don't know what I'm diving into
Just hanging by a moment here with you

"What's the difference?" he asked, nonchalantly, twirling with his wand. She rolled her eyes. "The love I'm talking about is one where it's a one way thing. You don't love me back."

"Oh." He nodded.

"And it's all going to end," she brought the knife in a swoop to her midsection, "Now". Draco grabbed his wand. "Accio knife!" The large cutting knife flew out of her hand and into Draco's. He was careful to make sure that the handle ended up in his hand, and not the other way around.

There's nothing else to lose
There's nothing else to find

"Why...?" she looked enraged but slightly relieved. "I'm not about to watch you kill yourself," he said, glaring back at her.

"Why? I'm doing it all for YOU," she sneered. It was apparent that she was edging on insane or delirious.

There's nothing in the world
That could change my mind

"Every time I run into you, you insult me with 'You're to poor', or 'You're hair's is too red'. And everytime, I lose myself in your gray eyes, and in your eyes, there is no love for me, Draco. There's hate, and disgust, and pride, and dignity." She paused and looked at him, the same contempt for herself that she found mirrored in his eyes so many times.

There is nothing else
There is nothing else

"And there is no way that you could ever love someone like me. There is no way that a Malfoy could ever love me." Draco stood, unmoving and expressionless as stone. Thoughts and words ran through his mind, and he stood for a long time not knowing what to say.

There is nothing else

He looked at the female in front of him. Her eyes were blood shot from crying, a bloodshot red around a doe-colored iris. Her usually pale cheeks were now flushed from adrenaline and the salty tears, her freckles had streaks of a pink running down them. Her curly red hair was behind her, waves falling over her shoulders. Still in her school uniform, he could make out the places on her shabby robe where tears had fallen. Her small, slim hand was empty, clutching air where it had clutched the knife handle.

Desperate for changing
Starving for truth

He finally spoke. "So you want to die?" he said calmly, still clutching the handle of the knife. On a closer look, he could see that he bright eyes were now lifeless and dull; they had lost their attractive radiance. Her cheeks seemed sallow and hollow; her hair was limp and had lost its luster. Her heart and soul had lost the will to live, he reasoned, so her body responded.

I'm closer to where I started
I'm chasing after you

Ginny cast her eyes downward, ashamed of the answer to such a blunt question. She could feel Draco's gaze on her; her ugly flame-colored hair tumbling over her small shoulders. Her too-big lips trembling with even more unshed tears as she thought of the answer.

I'm falling even more in love with you
Letting go of all I've held onto

Did she really want to die? Is this the way that she wanted it to end? It had just seemed like the right, the only answer that she didn't bother to check the other options.

What did she really want?

"Draco, I just want it all to end," she said, tired. "The pain, the suffering, the loneliness, I just want it all to leave me. I just want it all to end," she repeated softly, her newly shed tears touching the stone floor and splattering.

I'm standing here until you make me move
I'm hanging by a moment here with you

Draco watched helplessly as her shoulders shook from the new tears. It tore his heart into pieces to watch hers split. Finally, he gave in to his own feelings for her. He threw pride, common sense, and dignity to the wind when he took her chin in his hand, getting wet with her salty tears, and said softly, "Why should you end it when it's never begun?" He lowered his lips onto her and kissed her, her salty teardrops getting into his mouth.

I'm living for the only thing I know
I'm running and not quite sure where to go

Ginny gasped softly when she realized what was happening. Much as she tried, the tears didn't stop streaming down her face as Malfoy wrapped his arms around her waist. But these new tears weren't of sorrow, they were of her new-found joy that had risen in her heart.

And I don't know what I'm diving into
Just hanging by a moment here with you

Yes, Ginny Weasley had a heart. It was given back to her that night, that night that she had tried to kill herself.

But more importantly, that night, she found a place in Draco Malfoy's heart.

Just hanging by a moment
Hanging by a moment
Hanging by a moment
Hanging by a moment here with you