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Concrete Angel by slytherin_goddess_24
Chapter 1 : Concrete Angel
 
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Authors Note: This is a songfic I wrote based on a song called concrete angel by Martina McBride. It is a beautiful song, and you can find the music video on Youtube.

In this songfic, Ginny is the daughter of Lucius and Narcissa. Instead of Narcissa being nice and Lucius horrible, it’s the other way around.
Also, Draco is Draco WEASLEY, and he is his normal arrogant but hot self. *grins happily* Also Hogwarts isn’t a boarding school, the students go back and forth by Floo. The song lyrics are the centered italics.

Also, please note that this is my first fanfic EVER so pweese be nice to me!





She walks to school with the lunch she packed
Nobody knows what she's holdin' back
Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with linen and lace.


Ginny sat up blearily as her alarm clock went off. She yawned, swinging her legs out of bed. She slid her feet into her slippers and padded across her room to her window. She drew back to curtains, letting the early morning light flood into her room, illuminating her face. It lit up every curve and wrinkle in her face. But it also lit up the bruises.

Her face closely resembled an angels as she stared out the window, her white blond hair hung in strands down her face, the colour of snowdrops. There was a new bruise on her face marring her perfectly shaped cheekbone. It was an ugly yellow colour, the skin around it swollen and red.

Ginny stared at the rising sun for a long while before turning around and walking to the bathroom. Staring at her face in the mirror, Ginny shed silent tears. It was battered and bruised, not at all like it was before her Dad died.

Her Dad had always been there for her, but then he was diagnosed with dragon pox. Whilst Dad had been in hospital, Ginny had noticed a change in her Mum’s personality - she would drink more, and get angry more easily. Then, one day, her Dad passed away, and her Mum just flipped. It was like she blamed Ginny for Lucius’ death.

Ginny avoided her Mum at all times, but luckily she wasn’t out of bed until Ginny came back from Hogwarts.

Ginny left the bathroom, and padded downstairs to the kitchen. She got the bread out, and hastily made herself some lunch, packing it all in a plastic bag. She ran back upstairs, pulled off her pajamas, and slipped into her school robes.

She padded back downstairs, grabbed her bag, and slipped out the door. She wandered along the road, scuffing her shoes along the pavement that led to the Godrics Hollow Floo centre.

As she reached the door of the centre, she saw a girl a few years younger than her at the edge of the pavement. Her mum was there, telling her not to worry, and that she would do fine in her test. The little girls mum then hugged her, and waved her goodbye as she ran into the building.

Ginny stood still for a moment. A silent tear slid down her face. She had often daydreamed of a scene like that, with her mum breaking down and telling her that she really did love her, and that she was sorry. But Ginny knew that her mum would only ever come that near to her to slap her, or beat her. But a girl can always dream, she thought.

Shaking her head, she walked into the Floo centre.




The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask
Bearing the burden of a secret storm
Sometimes she wishes she was never born


Ginny sat in the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom, trying to write an essay on Cornish Pixies, but slowly sweltering in the heat of the summer. She had rolled up her school robes to try and cool herself down, not realizing that last weeks scars were on still on her arms.

The teacher, Professor Lupin, was walking up and down the rows of desks in the classroom, checking that everyone was working, but when he reached Ginny’s desk he stopped. Her arms, white as porcelain, were marred with bruises looking like someone had gripped her there and shaken her hard. On here other arm, he noted, was a long worm-like scar.

For a moment Lupin opened his mouth, thinking to ask her about them, but at that very moment the bell rang. Automatically, he dismissed the class, forgetting about Ginny.

Upon hearing the bell, Ginny scooped up her books and hurried out the door, and up to the Gryffindor common room, dumping her books in a pile in the corner.




She sat on a bench in the grounds by the lake, basking in the afternoon sun, thinking. She had seen Professor Lupin looking at her arms, and suddenly she had wished she was never born.

Ginny had rushed out here to end it all. To stop it all before her mother did. She could at least have one victory over her, she thought.

She stood up, unaware that someone was watching her from the bushes.

Ginny took out her wand, and held it in front of her. For a moment time seemed to stop. Did she really want to do this? Yes, she thought. She did. Ginny walked slowly down towards the lake, staring at it’s murky waters as if she was hypnotized.

She kicked off her socks and shoes, and waded in. She walked in further and further, until she was up to her waist. She cleared her throat, brandished her wand in front of her, and said one simple word.

“Sectumsempra!”

Ginny looked down at the blood pouring from her, smiled, and collapsed into the inky blue waters which were quickly turning red with her lifeblood.

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel


Draco Weasley, who had been watching from the bushes, entranced by her beautiful face, snapped out of his reverie and watched in horror as her tiny figure fell in a pool of blood. He knew that there was only one thing to do.

He ran forward, sprinting towards the body floating in the water, and grabbed her body. She was as light as a feather in his arms, her face as pale as death. He had almost reached the doors now, but Draco feared that he would be too late.

He sprinted up the stairs to the fourth floor, ignoring the stunned passers-by and people yelling at him to stop.

Someone grabbed at his sleeve, and stopped him. Turning around, he saw a prefect looking at him.

“Just where do you think you’re going?” the prefect sneered.

“Let me go! I’ve got to get there in time!”

Looking down at the girl in his arms, the prefect replied:

“Where are you going? I’m not going to ask you again.”

Draco could sense the life draining out of Ginny, and with a strength born of desperation, ripped his sleeve clean off, and carried on running leaving a dazed prefect behind.




Ginny moaned and sat up. She was in the Hospital wing lying on the bed closest to the window. What was she doing here? Why was she covered in bandages?

Then it all came flooding back to her. She had tried to commit suicide. Suddenly Ginny was grateful for her mystery saviour. However bad her life was, it can only get better, she reasoned.

Turning her face away from the window, she got the shock of her life. Asleep in the chair next to her was Draco Weasley! Ginny gasped. Maybe Draco was her saviour!

No. It couldn’t be. It would be too good. Ginny had had a crush on Draco since 1st year.

Draco moaned and stirred. Ginny held her breath, hoping, no, praying, that he would wake up. He opened his eyes.

“Ginny?” Draco mumbled, rubbing his eyes.

“Yes,” said Ginny hopefully.

“Oh Ginny, thank goodness you’re all right.”

This doesn’t sound like Draco Weasley! Ginny thought.

“Listen. I have something I need to say,” announced Draco. “I know you probably don’t want to listen to me, but I have to tell you this anyway. I love you. I’ve loved you since I first saw you.”

“Really? You really did?”

“Yes, I do love you.”

Draco inched away, ready for the torrent of anger he expected. But it never came.

Ginny flung her arms around Draco and kissed him hard on the lips.

“I love you too,” she whispered in his ear.

Unknown to both of them, Madam Pomfrey had been watching from her office. She walked out smiling.

“Somehow I think you’re well enough to go.”

Ginny and Draco pulled away from each other blushing.

“If you’re well enough to go, which I think you are, you’d better go. School is over now.”

Starting, Ginny looked at the clock. It was nearly half past eight! She was in for it when she got home.

Draco and Ginny hurried out the hospital wing, and all the way to the Floo room.

“I’ll come over tonight,” said Draco mischievously.

“What? But you don’t know where I live how can you -” Ginny began, but Draco had already disappeared into the fireplace.

Shrugging, Ginny took a pinch of floo, and stepped into the fireplace, yelling

“MALFOY HOUSE!”




Ginny tumbled out the fireplace, coughing, and looked around.
Phew, the lights were all off so her mum must still be asleep. Ginny crept up the stairs, avoiding the creaky one, and entered her bedroom.

She locked the door, and padded quietly over to the window, and out onto the balcony.
Looking up at the moon, Ginny leant over the balcony and got the shock of her life. A voice, deep and masculine, somewhere in the trees below her said:

"But soft! What light through yonder window breaks?
It is the East, and Juliet is the sun!
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
who is already sick and pale with grief
That thou her maid art far more fair than she."

“Hello? Who’s there? asked Ginny nervously.

A face loomed out the trees, and Ginny opened her mouth to scream, but then saw that it was only Draco.

“God, Draco. You gave me the shock of my life! Never do that again!” Ginny giggled.

“I just couldn’t stay away.” said Draco, smiling.

Taking her by surprise, he kissed her hard on the lips, pushing her backwards into the wall. Surprised, she returned his kiss with passion, his tongue entering her mouth. Finally they broke apart, the kiss having lasted over two minutes.

They kissed again, Ginny allowing Draco’s hands to roam all over her body, up the front of her shirt. Seizing the moment, Ginny pulled off Draco’s shirt to reveal a muscular, well - toned body. She ran her hands over his six-pack, returning his kisses all the while.

His hands made their way to her legs, and then up to her skirt. He groped for the zip at the back, and, finding it, pulled down. Draco’s trousers had been taken off as well, and now joined the discarded heap of clothing on the floor.

“Ginny? Are you sure you want to do this?” asked Draco in-between kisses.

“Yes! Oh Draco, yes!” Ginny moaned.

Smiling, Draco reached for the buttons on her shirt, ripping some off in his hurry.

“You owe me a new shirt.” Ginny grinned.

A few seconds later, both boy and girl stood naked in the middle of the room.

Gently, Draco lowered his mouth to Ginny’s breasts, sucking her nipples. Ginny moaned in pure pleasure at the feeling.

Lowering Ginny to her bed, Draco climbed on top of her, kissing her again. Looking into her eyes and kissing her passionately all the while, Draco entered her. At first his thrusts were slow and gentle, but they gradually became faster, until Ginny was moaning in ecstasy.

Half an hour later it was all over, and Draco lay next to Ginny, holding her to his chest. Ginny felt, for possibly the first time in her life, truly safe.


Somebody cries in the middle of the night
The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate
When morning comes it'll be too late





But then, she heard a door open downstairs, and heard her mother mumbling. Draco had to get out of here!

“Draco! Draco wake up. You’ve got to get out of here - my mother’s awake!”

Draco climbed blearily out of bed, and quickly climbed into his clothes whilst Ginny got into a night gown.

Ginny’s mother was making her way up the stairs, mumbling as she went.

Ginny pushed Draco towards the window, where he climbed into the tree, and sat, perched in the branches.

Ginny ran towards the bed, and climbed into it, pretending to be asleep.

Narcissa had reached the door now, and was pounding on it. When she found that she couldn’t open it, she resorted to magic.

The door burst off its hinges, and a drunken Narcissa staggered in.

Ginny sat up in bed, clutching the covers to her.

“Ginny!” her mother roared. “Where have you been?”

Ginny didn’t answer, but leapt from the bed and ran towards the bathroom door. Even though her mother was drunk, she reacted quickly.

”Petrificus Totalus!”

Ginny fell to the floor, unable to move.

“You’re not going to disobey me again, are you Ginevra?” her mother breathed. “Naughty girls should be punished, Ginevra. And I think you’ve been naughty...”

Narcissa rushed at Ginny, punching and kicking her. Ginny screamed, trying to curl up to protect her vital organs, put the curse prevented her from doing so. The wounds from her attempted suicide opened up, and added to Ginny’s pain.

Draco, unable to watch any longer, ran into the room.

“Stupefy!”

Narcissa collapsed in a heap on the floor. Draco rushed towards Ginny where she lay in a pool of her own blood.
Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel


“Ginny! Ginny, are you alright? Ginny!”

Ginny smiled and opened her eyes.

“Oh, Draco, I feel so cold.”

“No, no! You can’t die! Please, don’t.”

“Draco, I want you to tell my mother that I forgive her, and I also want you to take my blessing, and to follow my wishes. I want you to fall in love with another woman, and have kids. What I’m trying to say is be happy, and remember me always. I love you Draco.”

With those last words, Ginny’s heart stopped beating. She could clearly see Draco breaking down into sobs of pain and rage, but there was no sound. She could also see her body down below, but it was getting smaller as she floated out the open window. She could see the sky morphing into some kind of tunnel with a light at the end.

As she travelled down the tunnel she could see a figure, standing alone next to some gates. It was then that Ginny realized that it was her father. She smiled.




A statue stands in a shaded place
An angel girl with an upturned face
A name is written on a polished rock
A broken heart that the world forgot


Draco stood, alone, in his best robes, next to a coffin. He gazed through the crystal lid at the beautiful angel girl inside.

He remembered all the time he had spent with her, and, wanting other people to remember her too, whispered:

“Statuesque!”

There, in front of him was a statue of Ginny with angel’s wings, her face looking up to heaven. At her face was a crystal rock with the words Ginny, the concrete angel written on it.

Smiling sadly, Draco turned away and walked down the avenue of trees.

Through the wind and the rain
She stands hard as a stone
In a world that she can't rise above
But her dreams give her wings
And she flies to a place where she's loved
Concrete angel





A/N: What do you think? It took me a whole afternoon, so be nice to me!




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