Summary: Draco Malfoy lied to Ginny Weasley about everything, including that he had changed for her. After he breaks it off, Ginny takes her own life. Hermione is faced with the death of her best friend as well as her love for the one who caused it… HG/DM

Blood Washes Blood


Draco lifted up her shirt. Her skin shivered as his hand ran the length of her naked back. He tested her trust as he began to pull down her skirt and she did not object. Draco reached for her damp underwear and when he touched her there, she gasped. He was already stripped down to only his boxers and his hardness was pressed up against her thigh. She stifled a moan because she didn't want him to know how good he felt against her. He bunched her underwear up to one side, no longer able to contain himself after waiting so long for her. Longer than he had every waited for anyone else.

Draco removed his boxers and positioned himself on top of her. He slowly slid inside her. He knew she was a virgin when hot tears streamed down her freckled cheeks. He ignored her tears, figuring the niceties were over now that he had gotten what he wanted. He began thrusting brutally inside her, his own needs more important than the way her nails were digging into his back causing searing pain that was flooded out by the immense pleasure he felt fucking a virgin.

She seemed to get used to his rapid pace as her grip lessened her grip against his back and kissed his neck.

"I love you," she whispered. He said nothing back. She said it again this time, louder, just in case he hadn't heard her.

Draco clenched her closer to him as he came inside of her, and then pulled out. She wondered, why hadn't she? She felt empty and sore. Sex definitely wasn't what she had expected, and especially her first time wasn't what she had expected. She never imagined it like this. But at least she was comforted by the fact that now it was over; she would never hurt like that again.

Draco stood up from the bed and grabbed a robe.

"I'm going to take a shower," he muttered.

"Oh—do you want me to come with you?" she asked, startled.

"No," he said flatly. Then with a smirk he added, "You can go now."

Ginny could feel tears sting her eyes, so she turned and walked out of his dormitory, bumping into Pansy Parkinson as she left.

Pansy's head turned to stare at the sobbing girl, and she laughed, taking a look at Draco's barely clad body.

"You're fucking gingers now?" Pansy shook her head, her long black hair swinging around her shoulders. Draco shot her a cold look before walking into the dorm bathrooms and slammed the door.

Hermione turned the page in her Herbology textbook, trying to memorize the names of every new species that she had not memorized back in fifth-year. She was intensely concentrating on her work when she heard the shuffle of feet in front of her. It was Draco Malfoy, sitting down in the table next to hers, barely giving her a passing glance. His hair was wet, as though he had just gotten out of the shower, and he was wearing new, expensive robes that put Harry and Ron's to shame.

Malfoy turned the pages of the book he had brought to the table and studied each page carefully, as if he actually cared about it. She sincerely doubted that his only intention was to read. She watched him as he flipped the page and then glanced at her, his gray eyes darted against her face.

"What?" He asked, "Does reading turn you on this much Granger, that you must watch me do it?"

Granger's face turned red and he smirked.

"I always knew you were a bit, what's the word?" He pretended to think, "Perverse."

Hermione glared at him, "I'm in no way perverse."

"Of course you are," He said in mock innocence, "You're only human."

Hermione couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"And since you are a mudblood," Draco's smirk grew, "I'm assuming you must be more than, even me." He chuckled maliciously.

"Shut up!" Hermione blurted, her face still red, "You know nothing about my-my-"

Malfoy watched, entertained, as she tried to find the right insult that would level up to what he had just said, but she continued to stutter. He kept an eye on her as she stood from her chair and hastily packed her things.

"Slow reaction time." He muttered, loud enough so she could hear.

Hermione let out a frustrated sigh and shoved past him, "Fuck off." She said, a smile forming on her face as she left the library. Hermione Granger, she thought, what happened to your manners?

Ginny sat down beside her best friends, even though she held a secret that would destroy their friendship if it ever got out. Malfoy and her had a relationship, if you could even call it that now, it was more like her falling for a stupid guy, believing his lies, then having sex with him like a naive bimbo. As Ginny looked over Harry and Ron's shoulders, and saw Pansy brushing her hand over Draco's thigh, she thought, at least Pansy knows what a playboy Draco is. She doesn't give a shit what he does. I'm stupider than Pansy, she thought, at least she knows he can't change…

Hermione was walking toward them, holding a stack of at least 10 books. She smiled as she sat down next to Ginny, and said hello to everyone.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked Ginny, and Ginny was almost inclined to tell Hermione everything. To tell her how she had believed his lies, promises for the future, and been swept up into this whole mess.

But instead she said nothing, and took a drink of water.

"I just had the weirdest conversation with Malfoy," Hermione said, and Harry instantly perked up.

"Really, what did he say?"

"Oh, he said--" Hermione froze, and Ginny wondered what he could have possibly said. Did he tell her something about them? Had he hinted to her about their relationship?

Ginny wondered if she would be paranoid for the rest of her days at Hogwarts, always wondering when or if her secret was going to come out and ruin every other relationship she had managed to build.

Hermione's face was turning red, and now Ginny was absolutely positive that whatever he had said was about her, and now Hermione would tell Harry and Ron, and Ron would tell their parents. And nothing else would make her parents more ashamed than their daughter being a Malfoy's slut.

"Well, actually, what he said was, he just called me a mudblood." Hermione's face was still red, and her speech was erratic and strained. Ginny was now sure Hermione was lying.

"I'm sorry, Hermione," Ron said, never sacrificing an opportunity to comfort her. "If you want, I can go hex him for you."

It was all so pathetic; Ginny rolled her eyes.

"Don't do that, Ron," Harry said, "You know that it won't help matters any. Malfoy is just a pathetic prat that will believe anything his father tells him."

"Yeah, that name doesn't really bother me anymore. It's just a word," Hermione said quietly.

"Let's change the subject," Harry cut in.

"Okay," Hermione and Ron said simultaneously.

"You're being awfully quiet today, Ginny," Harry said, concerned.

"Yeah, well, maybe I'm coming down with something. I think I'll just go to bed." She stood up, taking care that tears did not fall until she had walked past where Pansy and Draco sat side by side at the Slytherin table.

Hermione watched her leave and stared, concerned at the Slytherin table. Why was she so focused on the Slytherin table? Something was different with her, but she couldn't quite figure it out. Hmm, she thought. But from then on, she really didn't give it much thought. She put it under the category under one of Ginny's random emotional breakdowns that happened every once in awhile.

"So," Hermione picked at her salad, "Have you finished that essay?"

"What essay?" Ron looked up, alarmed.

Harry and Hermione shot each other disapproving looks. Pretty soon he'd better start paying attention.

"What was Ginny so upset about?"

Harry sighed and Hermione was about to say something when she looked up to see Malfoy standing behind Harry.

"Granger." He greeted her. Harry jumped up from his seat.

"What do you want?" He nearly tripped over the bench.


Hermione blushed again for the fourth time today. What was he up to? She asked herself, but tried to push it out of her mind. Malfoy kept showing up, his blond hair, and his gray eyes now began to linger in her mind.

"What do you want?" Ron was standing beside Harry and they both took a threatening step towards him.

But, he remained as calm as always, "I told you, I want Granger."

Harry shouted, "Say that again and I'll kill you!" Harry grabbed Malfoy by his green and silver tie.

Ron didn't stop him, but Hermione ran around the length of the table and pulled them apart, "Harry what are you thinking!" She gripped his arm tight. Why the fuck did she care if Harry was pushing Malfoy around when he deserves every bit of it? But, maybe that was the bad thing about being a Gryffindor, no matter how much you hate someone, you can't help but feel sympathy for the underdog.

Once Hermione had calmed down Harry and Ron, she noticed Malfoy had retired to his table, snickering with Pansy and Blaise. Everything was a joke with him, but only if it got on someone's nerve. She ignored it. If she acknowledged that she was upset about him showing up everywhere, it'd only make him happy, and that was the last thing she wanted.

"I'm going to sleep." Hermione didn't say anything more to them. She pushed open the heavy doors and started for the stairs. Hermione and Harry were Head boy and Head girl, but instead of heading towards their dormitories, she decided she'd check on Ginny. She seemed so upset when she had left, but she had not intention of following her then.

It was best to talk to her now, after she had calmed down a bit.

She whispered the password to Gryffindor tower and went straight for the girl's dormitories.

"Ginny?" She called out, "Ginny!"

"She's been in the bathroom for awhile." A girl in Ginny's year pointed towards the closed door. "She seemed upset I-I didn't want to disturb her."

"Thank you." Hermione said and banged her fist lightly on the door first, but then harder when she didn't answer.

"Alohomora!" She pointed her wand at the doorknob and she heard it click open. There was a sudden change in the air and her stomach flip-flopped.

Something was wrong.

It felt like slow motion, Hermione's hands turned the doorknob slowly. It was like she was expecting it, as sick as that sounds, but when she opened the door, her heart sped up so fast she nearly thought it'd burst. Tears surfaced and spilled over her cheeks. Ginny, she thought, Ginny!

Ginny! Ginny! Ginny!

Her mind screamed it as she bent down on the floor and held her. Hermione checked her pulse, but that little heartbeat wasn't there anymore.

"Help!" She screamed and the girl that had helped her before stood there shaken. This was the Wizarding world; they could save her, couldn't they? With spells and healing charms, and everything that could possibly help. Ginny would be okay, she's okay. She's okay.

But as Ginny lay limp in her arms, a sudden jolt of reality shook her body, "Ginny." She sobbed.

"Go get some help!" Hermione screamed at the girl in the doorway.

Hermione let her eyes scan over the entire scene. Ginny's own wand was lying directly over her heart.

To be continued...