A/N: A short little D/G drabble. Review please!
To Be Used By You
I always liked to compare our story to that of the muggle story Romeo and Juliet. 'Two houses both alike in dignity.' Yes, that was the beginning of my romance to Ginny Weasley. Though, we didn't find killing ourselves the only answer, maybe because we weren't madly in love. Our little fling was a complete act of rebellion. The secret meetings in Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade were invigorating. It was so, dangerous, we could have gotten caught at any time by anyone. Hell, I bet that there were people that we didn't know who knew about our secret. We were so carefully carefree about it all. And yes, I know that makes absolutely no sense. We pretended to be careful, but a small part of both of us wanted so desperately to be caught in the act, because that's what rebellion is all about right? Right.
Then we did. One night, when she disappeared from hanging with Potty, Weasel and the Mudblood to meet me, we were caught. Her stupid brother followed her. And saw us together snogging, not shagging…yet. Then I knew it was over. She was much too attached to her family to keep it going with me to spite them. I would have. I hated my father then. Why is 'hated' in the past tense you ask? Well, that's because my asshole of a father kicked the bucket a year or two ago. I don't hate him anymore, but I certainly don't miss him.
Anyway, back to my story. Red and I kept it going for a little while, maybe a few more months. The novelty of rebellion hadn't worn out yet. But after a while it did. And both of us realized there was no real feeling left, only lust. It was then that I realized that she didn't have any feeling for me to begin with. I was being used.
Though I must say, Ginny Weasley can use me any time she wants.