DISCLAIMER: No, none of it is mine! It belongs to the goddess of everything Harry: JK Rowling. (Cuts off arm in sacrifice) The only thing that is 100% all mine is the plot.

RATING: PG-13 It will become R in the later chapters due to violence.

SOME SLASH! DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ! (ALTHOUGH IT IS ONE-WAY)

VERY ANGSTY! (I LOVE ANGST)

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Est-ce Que Tu Voudrais Morter? (Would You Like to Die?)

Chapter 1: Desperation and Naievity

It was a cheerful dinnertime at Hogwarts Castle in the Great Hall. The gossiping babble of the students floated up to the enchanted ceiling, which was showing the spectacular sunset taking place outside. However, there was one gloomy spot on this cheerful evening, and it happened to be sitting at the Gryffindor table.

A small sixth year by the name of Colin Creevey sat at the very end of the Gryffindor table, miserably picking at his food. Although Colin was now sixteen, ( A/N Going on seventeen..... shameless plug) he was still small for his age, and his mousy-coloured hair was longish, and fell into his eyes most of the time. Colin gave up trying to force food down, and but his head in his hands out of complete and utter misery. When he looked up, he saw the very beings that was causing him this pain, this angst that was shattering him to his very soul.

Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley were cuddling at the other end of the table. Harry whispered something into Ginny's ear, and she giggled and said something back. Harry was in his seventh year, and he had grown up during the summer. Not so thin now, his muscles had filled out due to all of his hours logged playing Quidditch. His unruly, raven-black hair fell onto his face, partially covering the scar that was a personal souvenir of his early childhood. His round, black glasses glinted from the lit candles that floated magically throughout the Great Hall. Ginny, on the other hand, had also matured beautifully. He long, red, Weasley-trademark hair fell down to her lower back, and she was also quite curvy. The smattering of freckles that dotted her face had begin to fade, thanks to the wizard sunscreen she had begun to use. Over the summer, while Harry stayed with the Weasleys at the Burro, he had finally come to his senses and asked Ginny out. Now, they were quite the couple at Hogwarts, practically joined at the hip.

Ginny had got a hold of some dessert, and was spoon-feeding Harry. A lock of his unmanageable black hair fell into his *Beautiful, thought Colin* green eyes, and Ginny brushed it away, giggling again.

* I want him so bad. So bad that it hurts to look at him, to gaze upon his gorgeous face, his stunning emerald eyes, until I am so drawn into him that I can't stop looking. And then it hurts even more. Ever since I was a stupid, innocent first year, I've wanted him. I KNOW, I KNOW, I shouldn't think of Harry LIKE THAT. The Boy Who Lived........ should not be tainted. But all the times he's saved me, and I can't repay him with anything.... except my love. And the one I love I can't have.*

And with that thought, Colin got up, struggling to hold back tears of misery, and ran for Gryffindor Tower. Although his small figure rushed right past Harry and Ginny, he went unnoticed by both.