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. Some Ginny/Remus.

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 2: Just

Ginny soaked a moment longer in the hot shower the next morning. After a few blissful minutes longer in the warmth of the shower, she stepped out into her black school robes. Most of the other girls in her room just wrapped up in a fluffy towel, but Ginny couldn't do that. It would show the scars and cuts on her arms and legs, the ones that she had kept so carefully concealed. Plus, she had always been self-conscious, ever since her first year when Tom had raped her. Even he had called her ugly in the end, when he brought her down to the Chamber and told her he was killing her so he could live.

The youngest Weasley pulled out her wand and cast a drying charm on her dripping hair before ducking into her room to gather her school bag. She hurried down the stairs with her books and through the empty common room. She was late for her meeting with her Ravenclaw friend, Luna, in the kitchens.

Ginny rushed down six floors and into the hall where the kitchen was. She glanced around the hall to make sure it was empty before tickling the pear and pulling the painting of giggling fruit open. As she entered the kitchens, she was greeted by an energized shout.

"Ginny!" Luna called excitedly, hugging her friend.

"Hey, Luna," Ginny smiled. "Hey Blaise," she added when she saw Luna's Slytherin boyfriend hovering in the background.

The dark featured sixth year merely nodded, but it didn't bother Ginny, who was used to Zabini's quiet manner. Instead, she busied herself asking a house elf for some food for her breakfast. Almost instantaneously, she was brought a platter of sliced fruit (which the house elves knew she loved) and a fork.

As Ginny began eating, Luna handed her a piece of folded parchment.

"What's this?" Ginny asked around a piece of honey-dew.

"I got your schedule for you," Luna explained. "We don't have any classes together though. I already checked."

Ginny frowned, and her whole demeanor seemed to dampen. "That sucks. I can still help you with Potions if you need it," she suggested.

"Thanks, Ginny, but I don't think so. I already asked Blaise to help me, since he's a sixth year and has already taken the O.W.L. for Potions."

Ginny nodded, carefully keeping a blank face so her disappointment wouldn't show. "That's fine," she said cheerily. "It'll give me more time to work on my Charms."

Luna smiled, apparently forgetting how much trouble Ginny had with Professor Flitwick's class. She had always helped her in the past. "I'm sure you'll do fine, Ginny. I'm glad you're not upset about Blaise helping me with Potions now. It's just for the best, I think."

Ginny nodded. "Yeah, of course. I'm going to go, Luna. I don't want to be late for my first class, and it's not anywhere near here. I'll see you later. Bye Blaise."

Luna waved in Ginny's general direction, too busy kissing Blaise to make an actual response, or to notice that there was still twenty minutes before class started. Ginny bit her lip and clambered through the portrait and into the hallway without saying another word. Luna was one of her only friends, and it looked like she was too tied up in her boyfriend to remember Ginny.

Ginny meandered through the halls until she found herself in a familiar little alcove on the third floor. She had found it in her second year, and seemed to be the only one who knew about it, because she never found anyone else there.

The red-haired girl hugged her knees to her chest and thought back to her summer. It had been spent at Grimmauld Place with only Remus. The rest of her family had been at the Burrow, but they had thought it would be safer for Ginny to be at the Order Headquarters, which Voldemort didn't know about. She and Remus had gotten close, since both were depressed and alone. They had never told anyone about what went on that summer, because they knew what the reactions would be. They would call Remus a rapist and a pedophile, and Ginny a slut and a whore.

Ginny knew what she and Remus had done wasn't a sin, even if he was much older than she was. He had taught her that sex wasn't a terrible thing; he had taken her second virginity. He wasn't her lover; he was her friend. He was just a friend, and what they had shared was just sex.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I apologize for not updating sooner, my Uncle Bob died on Tuesday, February 22. It was sudden, a heart attack: he was only 52. I also apologize for the shortness of the chapter; it was longer, but I lost what I had written, so I had to do the best I could at rewriting it.

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