Slytherin Pride

Ginny's bag

A little scary and sad, just a precaution.
Draco's POV
I ran the opposite way with Gin's bag gripped tightly in my arms. I was disgusted with myself. I had said all of those things, the things she feared I would eventually say. I mentally punched myself. I sighed and sped up. Then Gin's bag began to fall. I lunged out to grab it and screeched in pain. Across the length of my thumb, a huge deep cut spilled blood and rhythmically dripped blood onto the cobblestone floor. I winced and grimaced in pain. I searched for the thing that magically cut me. Nothing was lying on the ground except for Ginny's bag. I carefully grabbed it with my left hand. Nothing on the strap or protruding the back side, I then gently flipped it over and a sharp blade was sticking out of one of the pockets, the pocket was torn and the bottom with have the little blade a opening to cut a lot of things. What was the blade from? Did she break a muggle pencil sharpener? I undid the pocket button and carefully removed it left handed lay. My right hand still poured blood. It was a razor blade. The edge dripping with my blood. I wiped it on my jeans a found that there was dried blood that was not from me. My breathing quickened. I set the blade aside and checked the torn pocket for anything else. I found a folded piece of parchment that had blood stains on it. It was a letter. I set that to the side as well. My hand also gripped a cloth I pulled it out to find a satin cloth with uneven red dotted lines running across it, they smelt stale. Black and white pictures flashed before my eyes of Gin crying while pressing the cloth to her newly cut skin. I blinked quickly to rid my eyes from the tears and images before putting the letter over the cloth away from site. The torn pocket was now empty. I started to undo the next button but hesitated. This was Gin's personal things. I bit my lip and continued opening the pockets. I found spare quills and an ink bottle. I sighed with relief. A zipped pocket was on the side. I quietly slid it open. A bundle of pictures and a bag of galleons fell into my lap. I counted the money. Only 17. I then fished out my wallet and added 10 more galleons to the bag before looking at the bundled pile of photos. The first was a family photo. Gin looked no older than 4. I smiled and set the stack aside. I would look through those in my dorm. I sat the bag of coins back in the pocket and zipped the pouch back up. I then unzipped the main compartment. I found her wand, textbooks, another quill, some muggle pens, two 100 dollar bills in muggle money and a small book along with a bulging pencil bag. I opened the pencil bag and almost screamed. Bloody razors were filling the bag to the brim. There must've been at least a hundred, easy. I shuddered and closed my eyes as I hurriedly closed the zipper pouch. I took out the text books and accidentally dropped Hogwarts: a History. Probably borrowed from Granger. A paper slipped and floated out as the book landed with a thud. It was another photo. I flipped it over to reveal me, and her, noses touching and laughing. The picture slowly moved and we ended up kissing. I smiled at how she had managed to do that. I picked it up and put it back in the book at a random page and set the book on top of the stack. My right hand was now entirely covered in blood. I pulled a handkerchief out of my vest pocket and wrapped my finger tightly before wiping the excess blood off with the fabric to spare. I looked back into the bag. A stack of letters and a bag lay at the bottom. I pulled the letters out. Each was assigned to a different person. "Harry, Ron, Mione, mum, dad, george," and then one with fancy gold writing slid out of my grasp. It was addressed to 'my prince, Draco Malfoy' I raised my eyebrows. And put it in my pocket. I looked back into the bag and saw another letter remained. I picked it up and stared at the name. 'To Fred. I want to give you a heads up before I join you' I stared at the letter. Wasn't Fred...dead? How could she join him...something finally clicked. These letters...were...for us....after she was gone...dead too....i swallowed the lump in my throat. It was like trying to swallow a cotton ball, nearly impossible. I took a deep breath and set the letter down. The only thing left was a bag, I pulled that out a little hurriedly. Anxious to move on. And saw it was a clear bag full of a sickly looking green leaves. The label read, 'a simple little snack for going to sleep, forever' I choked on a sob and stuffed the leaves into my pocket. I shoved everything back into its original place except for the pictures, my letter, and the leaves. I then stood up and rushed away trying to not cry. Gin...my beautiful...perfect...amazing Gin...why?! I walked in to the room of requirement and then stomped inside. I sat on the couch. I sat and stared. To stunned to do anything else. Finally my body worked on its own and grabbed the bundle of pictures. I then forced myself to look down at them. I sighed blinking rapidly before undoing the bind. They unfolded into a stack as thick as Weasley 6's mind. I started at the top with a date stating 7/12/00. Gin flew around the living room on a toy broom stick with her brothers cheering. George and Fred were making bets in the corner. Suddenly George groaned and Fred cheered as 4 galleons were passed Fred's way. I put the picture face down and continued. This one was on Ginny's ninth birthday. She blew out the candles as her mother indulged her in a hug. I smiled and continued on. They were of every occasion from someone's birthday to a Quidditch championship. I laughed as a quaffle hit Ginny right in the face during a practice in the middle of the night. I came to the next group of pictures. They stated, first four years of Hogwarts. I flipped through dozens of pictures of first year and I came across several pictures with me in the back ground. Did I really look that ridiculous and no one told me?! There were some pictures of the end of the year. Some included the diary. Famous for possessing Ginny to open the Chamber of Secrets. Second year was less eventful. But as third year rolled around Potter started to come into the pictures more often. By fourth year he was in every one of them. The Twizard Tournament participants were grouped in several and one photo was of a Rita Skeeter article on Potter's back story. The next set of photos were not of fifth, sixth, and seventh years. Instead the title was called, the best year by far because of one person. I stared then turned over the title and looked at the pictures that took up the rest of the pile which wasn't even two thirds through yet. I was smirking directly at the camera. Another was me chasing Ginny around my room. Then finally catching her and hugging her waist while kissing her cheek. There were several from Washington, D.C. Some including the marks I got from home. I debated with myself if I should remove those but I decided against it. Then there was a moving and very good quality picture of "fifty shades of grey" I snickered as I turned that picture over. I came to the ones at the beach. Some of these were out of order. But I was there and then again chasing Ginny around. If u watched Ginny's mouth you could lip read her saying "fuck" and running off again. I then saw her in her dress she wore to the dance. It was dashing, sexy, beautiful all together. Then me and her were at the top of the stairs moving down towards the great hall. One presented the hall's beauty. The lights. Shimmering starry floors. Fairies. Everything. I turned to see me looking up panting while gin grinding roundly against me, as I was rolling my hips. There was at least 20 pictures from that one song. The part that I sang along with the lyrics was slowed down so you could clearly read my lips and see my longing expression. The pictures went on and on. The Quidditch pitch, the great hall during dinners, me asking her out, plenty of us making out, she had at least six of her looking in the mirror nude with my talking behind her, then came the kitchens, and lastly the showers, you could see all of our junk! She was riding on my shoulders, her area clearly not touching me. And I was also clearly visible. I wondered if she actually looked at these. I sighed. That left the suicide note to me and the bag of deadly leaves that I wasn't going to give back. I lit the bag on fire and watched my love's gateway to death burn away. The letter stared at me. As if taunting me to open it even though I know the outcome won't be satisfying. I bit my lip and tasted the foul taste of blood as I tore open the opening. A folded price of parchment fell out onto the desk in front of me. My vision blurred and the room began to spin as I stared at my letter, her confession. It was all written in formal golden ink. But the margins were heavily stained with tears. Making the formality dwindle ever so slightly. It read;

Dear my love, future husband, best friend, and best person I have ever come to know,

I want to die Draco. I just don't know how. I've starved my self for weeks, cut till I black out, drug myself, jump off my flying broom. I've tried everything! It doesn't work! Am I that cursed?! Or are you just too great for me to leave you. If I hadn't met you I would have no problem in dying. But now, that your here, with me, and I've seen that you have also put your life at risk, it makes me hesitate. I don't want to hurt you. But every breath I'm taking, I'm stealing away from someone who deserves it more, every drop of water I absorb, I take from some better life. I don't want other people to have to deal with me. Fred left me!!! HE LEFT ME ALL ALONE! He promised he wouldn't! He was the only one that knew!!! No one knows how long I say and cried after his death. You can't leave me! I'm being so selfish. Of course you can leave me! I don't deserve someone as good as you. Someone who cares so much! I wish I had Harry back. That complained about me being fat! It was so much easier to give up on him! Why are you so nice?! Why can't you just mess up once?! So I can take the chance and leave?! Draco! I love you. I want to burry my tired
Face into ur chest and just rest. Forget about who I am. I'm poor! I'm ugly! I'm a whore! I'm fat! I'm not good at school! All true things that have come out of friends mouths! Including Ron, Harry, and even Hermione! Draco. Please. I don't know what I'm asking you to do, but do it. Please.
Love, Ginny Weasley.

I sat and cried. Sobbing. My knees pressed against my chest as I sobbed hysterically. Shaking. I couldn't breath. But more air was being choked out of me by the second. Gin's letter lay in my desk and I laid crumbled up in the corner. My eyes were red and tear stained and my hair was damp with sweat. My arms trembled and my hands shook, even with my clinched fists. She didn't tell me! After all this time?! I could've helped her!!! "I CAN STILL HELP HER!" I choked on a sob again. And buried my face into my folded, trembling arms.

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