Title: Missing
Rating: Pg-13 to R for Angst and later on Sexual references POSSIBLY.




	Noone noticed. Noone ever did. And that was for the best, she supposed. It 
would make the act all that much easier on her, on them. If they didnt know, if 
they didn't try to stop her, then it would be so much easier...as long as the pain 
ended.


	Draco entered the Great Hall, his shoulders back, his head high as he 
strut to his table, sinking down between Pansy and Blaise, listening for a 
moment to the conversation Blaise and another Slytherin before turning 
his eyes to Pansy. Unlike normal, she looked very concentrated, her chin resting 
on her palm as she stared intently across the Great Hall. Draco blinked and 
turned his head, following her eyes across the room to the Gryffindor table. At first, nothing seemed out of order. 
Potter and his groupies 
were all chattering away, laughing. Those annoying 
twins had their hands waving 
around in the air. The bushy haired mudblood was laughing at something they and 
the red headed menace were saying. And that stupid little boy with the camera and 
the other Gryffindorks were all mooning over Potter, who was also laughing, talking. 
	Then he looked...really looked. There, in the middle of it all, shoulders 
slumped, a pained look of excruciation on her face, sat the youngest Weasley. The 
others were laughing at talking around her, oblivious to her appearence. The boys 
arms just flailed around her as if she didn't exist and she had to move now and again 
to get out of the way before getting hit. His brows furrowed as he looked at Pansy. 
He opened his mouth to speak, but she beat him to it.
	"I just happened to glance over when i got here. She's been like that all 
morning. Like she's in pain or something. It's amazing how fucking stupid those 
morons around her are. It's like she's not even there." she said softly in a tone 
Draco had never heard before. 
	Draco paused, his tone not harsh as he spoke, uncritisizing, more curious than anything. 
"Why do you care."
	Pansy looked at him, a pain her eyes he'd never seen before. "Because I've never 
seen someone in the same kind of pain that I was in. I know what she's going through. She's 
been pushed out of it, just like my parents did to me, but she...well she's got an entire 
family that seems to have forgotten her." she raised an eyebrow and turned back to watch the 
girl.
	Draco turned his attentions back as well, his eyes falling on the dull red hair of 
Ginny Weasley. She looked as though the tears would roll down her face at any moment, 
her arms hugging her stomach, her head facing downward. An arm came flying her 
way and she flinched, then stood abruptly. Draco suddenly found it incredibly stunning 
that absolutely noone at the Gryffindor table seemed to notice as she moved away, walking 
towards the exit. She stopped for a moment, turning back to look at the table, her eyes 
sad as a tear rolled from them, the others still laughing and talking animatedly. She 
turned her eyes back and for a moment, her eyes met his and the pain she held in them 
nearly shook him to the core. 
	Draco shuddered as she fled the Great Hall, he and Pansy seeming to be the only 
ones that had noticed her sudden dissapearance. Draco shot a look at Pansy before the two 
stood up and followed her at a safe distance. 

	By the time they reached the Astronomy tower, Ginny's shoulders were shaking hard 
and her soft sobs could be heard echoing through the stairwell. Draco and Pansy stayed 
quiet as they followed the girl up the stairs and into the tower, her small form standing 
in front of the large open window, the sky open and free to her. Her eyes were closed 
as she whispered soft words to herself. A small peice of paper floated from her hand and 
landed at Draco's feet near the entrance to the stairwell as her sobs started again. 
Glancing down, Draco reached out and picked up the paper, his eyes scanning, his heart 
clenching at the words he read.


Please, please forgive me,
But I won't be home again.
Maybe someday you'll look up,
And, barely conscious, you'll say to no one:
"Isn't something missing?"

You won't cry for my absence, I know -
You forgot me long ago.
Am I that unimportant...?
Am I so insignificant...?
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?

Even though I'm the sacrifice,
You won't try for me, not now.
Though I'd die to know you love me,
I'm all alone.
Isn't something missing?
Isn't someone missing me?


	He handed it off to Pansy, whos hand shot up to her mouth as she read, her own 
heart clenching tightly at the words. She looked up, her eyes wide. "Draco." she whispered. 
"She's going to....we have to stop her." she eyed him.
	He looked at her, then back at the girl. Normally he would have thought it a 
blessing the day that a Weasley jumped off a tower...but not like this. She was 
in pain and noone cared. What about her mum? Her Dad? Surely they had cared...surely they 
had noticed something...or that stupid Potter? He turned back to Pansy. "Go get someone, 
anyone, I don't care who, but if she does something i'm not sure if she'll trust me enough 
to let me help her." he eyed Pansy and she paused a moment before nodding and dashing down 
the stairs for the Great Hall. 



	Ginny stared down at the ground. It was so far down...so far...but so close. So 
easy, all she had to do was take one more step. She shuffled her feet just on the edge, 
her toes hanging off the edge through her shoes. She could feel the light breeze sweeping 
through her, the cool wind flowing through her body. They hadn't noticed anything, they 
hadn't cared. They all just sat there, laughing, cheering, ignoring. They didn't know, 
they never knew what she'd been through. 


Noone asked. Noone ever asked her. It was all about Harry anymore. Harry, the one who 
had braved Tom Riddle and defeated him in the Chamber of Secrets. Harry, the one who 
Voldemort had come after. Harry, the one who had defeated him. Harry, the one who 
killed the Basalisk....
	She clenched her eyes and shuddered with a sob. Noone ever asked her what had 
happened to her. Noone ever asked her if she was alright, just sent her back to her 
room with a scowl or two in her direction, a worried glance from Dumbledore before he went 
to greet Harry again.
	So noone knew. Noone ever wanted to know what had happened to her. Noone ever wanted 
to hear about what he'd done to her down there, what he'd said, how he'd touched her, hurt 
her, destroyed her in so many way...noone.
	Ginny shuffled forward again, her hands touching gently against the cold brick 
of the walls around her, crying openly, her eyes opening up through the haze of tears 
to the darkening sky above her. So beautiful, so free, she could fall into it...and she 
did.



	Pansy pushed the doors open hard, the slam catching the attention of many of the 
students, including the Gryffindors that had been laughing as she entered. She purposely 
shot a hard glare at them, one full of hatred and watched as a few recoiled, oblivious as 
she ran to the teachers table. She approached Snape and leaned down to whisper something in 
his ear. Snape's eyes widened unbelievably as his eyes shot to the empty spot at the 
Gryffindor table, making many of the 'glory team' frown in curiousity. He shot to his 
feet, not bothering to go slow as he ran out of the Great Hall, Pansy and Dumbeldore on 
his heels. 
	Ron, Hermione and Harry all frowned and watched them, hearing shouts from their 
Potions teacher for various students to 'move out of the way, now!' as he ran down the hallway. 
Ron frowned and searched across the table to see what he was looking at. Spotting the empty 
seat between his twin brothers, his frown deepened, then worry sank in and finally realization. 
	"Where's Ginny??" he practically yelled at the others, who looked at the spot as 
if just noticing it in fact existed. He quickly stood and ran out after the teachers, followed 
by his brothers, Harry and Hermione.



	Draco's eyes widened as he watched the small redhead take another step forward, her 
body falling forwards. It all seemed to go in slow motion. Her body falling from the window, 
his moving faster than he'd ever moved before, his hands grasping at her wrist as her body 
weight pulled at his own. His body falling to the ground as he braced with his legs, her 
tear stained face turning up to look at him with a pain he'd never felt before that rushed 
through him like a wave. She let her other arm hang down, not trying to grab him, her hands 
limp, her body limp as she hung, crying, her arm in his hands' grasp, swinging lightly, her 
robes fluttering around her feet. She gave no effort to come back up, no effort to help him 
pull her up. Instead her eyes bared into his for what seemed forever before her lips moved. 
It was the barest whisper of a movement,  but he could read her words perfectly.
	'Please....'
	He knew she meant to let go, to let her drop, to let her fall to the ground below, 
but he grimaced and shook his head at her, mouthing 'no' back. Her face never 
changed, sadness etched on every portion, her arms still hanging as she shook her head 
slightly at him, tears falling from her face and making the long journey to the ground 
below.
	Ginny's eyes closed painfully, another sob escaping as she felt Draco pulling her 
up. Her eyes opened gently as she felt another pair of hands join his own, then another. 


	Severus Snape ran down up the stairs to the Astronomy tower with a speed he hadn't 
known he'd posessed. Reaching the top, he spotted Draco Malfoy on the ground, his arms 
and shoulders out over the edge of the window, his body straining. "Dear Gods, she did." 
he gasped and ran over, pulling the boy upwards a bit to steady him before kneeling down and 
reaching out to grab Ginny Weasley's thin arm below Draco's hands. His eyes met hers as she 
looked up at him, her pain stunning him. Her face was stained with tears, her hair damp, her 
eyes puffy and red, her pink lips quivering as she tried to hold back another sob. "Dear 
Gods." he whispered again, pulling her upwards. He watched Pansy reach down from Draco's 
other side, the boy's strength slowly giving out from holding the girl in the window. With 
the three of them, they hauled the unresisting girl up into the window. Ginny's limp body 
fell into Severus' arms, her head falling to his chest as she sobbed. He pulled her back 
with him as he rest against the wall, one of his hands resting on her head, the other 
holding her to him. He felt Draco approach on his left and Pansy on his right, both reaching 
out hands to the Weasley girl. Draco's hand rubbed at her back as Pansy's tried to sooth her 
by rubbing her arm as she cried. He looked up as Dumbledore entered the tower, followed 
closely by three Weasleys, Potter and Granger. He payed them no heed but ran his hand 
across Ginny's head in a soothing matter, then stood, lifting the girl easily in his arms. 
Pansy and Draco flanked him as he moved towards the Headmaster, who looked down sadly at 
Ginny. 
	"Take her to the hospital ward. She will need care quicky, now." he said quietly, 
moving aside and holding his hand out to move the others behind him aside as well. As 
they fled past, the Gryffindor group watched in awe and amazement. Dumbledore placed his 
hand on Ron's shoulder. "You may come see her at the end of classes, but only if she wishes." 
he said, his eyes boring into Ron's, who nodded numbly.
	As soon as Dumbledore left, the group started quietly away. Hermione heard a crunch 
under her foot and looked down, grabbing up the paper and scanning it quickly. 
	"Ron!" she gasped as she held out the paper, running to catch up with him. He took 
the paper silently and read it, his eyes watering up. 
	"Ginny..." he sighed gently. He handed it off to his brothers and sulked off towards 
the Hospital Wing, ignoring his last classes to sit outside the doors until the end of the 
day.


	Ginny sat with her arms wrapped around her knees, her head turned to stare out the 
window as she watched the birds flying. She couldn't believe of all people, Draco Malfoy had 
been there to grab her. And he wouldn't let go either, even now. He had her hand in his, 
something that would have utterly shocked her if she had indeed cared at that point. His 
thumb was moving in gentle circles on the back of her hand and she could feel his eyes on hers. 
He, Pansy and Professor Snape had all stayed until Professor Snape had been called away 
by the Headmaster and Pansy had run off briefly to go get Ginny some clothes from her dorm. 
Malfoy on the other hand had flat out refused to leave, nearly growling at Madam Pomfrey 
until she just rolled her eyes and walked off. They had tried to get her to talk, to get her 
to eat, to do something, but she just sat there staring out the window. It's all she had....

	Draco frowned as he ran his thumb across her skin, staring absently at the freckles on 
the back of her neck, her hair having been put up in a bun. She wouldn't look at any of them, 
woudln't respond to any of them. In truth, though, he didn't care, he was just worried that the 
minute he let go of her hand, she'd try to jump again, try to fall again into a place she 
couldn't come back from and for the life of him, he didn't want that to happen.

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TBC....

Next Chappie: Ginny is in the Hosptial wing and everyone goes through their emotions. Draco tries to find something out.

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