Disclaimer: The Harry Potter characters do not belong to me, they belong to J.K. Rowling.

Warning: Slash and cutting.

Little Earthquakes

Chapter 1: Beware The Earthquake

Ginny looked at the blood on her wrist. The most beatiful shade of red. Not like all the red on me.. or surrounding me. A fascinating red. Sexy. A seductive red. She took some paper and put it onto her wrist with her other hand and lie down on the toilet floor. She felt warm and relaxed. It feels like I had an orgasm. Maybe I had one... in a another level.

She didn't know how long she had lied there. Nobody's looking out for little precious Ginny. Wonder how long I could lie here unnoticed? But she wasn't going to find out. That would mean questions. And if she was unlucky; Madam Pomfrey. They can never know about the cuts. They would make me stop. They wouldn't understand. This is the only way I can survive. I need this.

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I don't know if I could give up cutting for you. I really don't know. But I would try.

Ginny sat alone in a corner of the library pretending to study. She had been watching her for an hour now. Hermione. The most beatiful name on earth. Your name is not only in my head twenty-four seven, your name is on me, on my body. I'm forever marked as your property. Whether you want it or not. Or should I say. Whether you know it or not.

if I only could
take your hand
dream away
no questions asked

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It was around two in the morning. Ginny sat on the toilet seat where she had been seated for an hour now. She hadn't been sleeping properly for ages.

so it's not my fault
this is not really me
I blame it all on the nightmare hotel
where the cockroaches aren't
the biggest problem

Voices. In her head. Outside her head? She fell fainting to the floor.

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A/N: It's not the end… I'm not that evil. I'm planning to do a long fic.. All the poetry is written by me if I don't say otherwise. The title 'Little Earthquakes' is from a Tori Amos cd with that name.