Title: Touch Me

Author: RavenEcho

Summary: Ginny hurts. And no one knows. It's not easy being a number. Her number is zero, because that's how many people understand her…may become a Draco/Ginny or a Ginny/Severus, or a bit of both, depending.

Disclaimer: If I owned this stuff, would I really be on typing away?

Warning: May have slow updates (a month-long wait at most) because I have another fic, "Love and Honesty." Feel free to check it out… hint, hint.

Touch Me

Chapter 1: Lily

Ginny curled up in her four-poster at Hogwarts, staring at the picture of Lily that Remus had given her. Ginny thought Lily was beautiful. And she died so young… Ginny carefully touched Lily's picture face with a pale finger before gingerly setting the picture on her nightstand.

It was her fifth year at Hogwarts: the very beginning… they had had the Sorting Ceremony that night. The little first years had looked so scared… Ginny remembered the feeling. She wasn't scared often. She was almost past being scared… She had been through a lot, so now it took a lot to scare her. She still remembered her second year, when Remus had shown the class a boggart. She had seen Tom Riddle; no one had recognized him except for Remus. She hadn't screamed. She just turned away, not even trying the spell. Tom Riddle was the man who raped her. He wasn't something she could whisk away with a simple spell.

Ginny leaned off her bed and dug through her trunk with one hand, clinging to the sheets with the other hand so she wouldn't fall. After a moment, she pulled out her razor blade. After checking to make sure her roommates were still asleep, she withdrew back into the warmth of her bed.

The teenager tucked a tendril of red hair behind her ear before baring her wrists and easing the blade across the scarred skin. "I bleed for you, Lily," she murmured to the picture of the young woman on her nightstand. "I bleed for the beauty that you were, and for the sacrifice you gave." Ginny lifted the blade and cut again, deeper. "I bleed for you, Remus. I bleed for the pain you have to bear, the pain that even I cannot take away." Ginny started on her other arm. "I bleed for you, Harry. You had to give up Sirius before you even got to have him." Ginny stared at the cuts on her arms and at the drops of scarlet blood on the blade.

Then she bent down and licked the blood from her arm before it dripped to the white sheet. It tasted cold. Coppery. It tasted like Tom had.

Ginny carefully replaced the blade in her trunk. "Good night Lily," she murmured to the photo. She looked across the dark room into a mirror. "Good night, Tom," she whispered as she looked into her own eyes.

Author's Note: What do you think? I don't really know where this fic is going; I just started typing. Please review and tell me your opinions!