I Don't Regret a Thing

by Hydrana Evila

PG13 for mention of murder.~*~*~*~*~ Ginny has had enough of being ignored. She does something most people would regret, but she does not.

I hold the blade,

The blade that did this vile task,

I don't regret it.

The blade used to be sparkling silver,

Now it's a gray piece of medal, stained with the juices of life,

The red blood from you.

Why I did this, you ask?

Because.

Because I wanted to,

I wanted you gone,

Out of my life.

I put up with you.

You, forever popular, forever famous.

Just because you survived murder.

I used to think you were great,

I used to swoon over you,

To follow you.

I was your second shadow, just another admirer.

Just because of that stupid scar.

I loved you.

I did, but what do you do?

You do nothing.

You do not even acknowledge me.

I'm just the best friend's sister.

That's all I am, just a two dimensional figure,

Always in the back round,

Apparently that's where I belong.

That is why I did this.

You didn't survive this time.

You're gone,

Forever.

Your dazzling emerald eyes are closed forever,

Your charm is gone forever.

And I don't regret a thing.

If you would have been good to me,

If you would have noticed me, if only for a second,

This probably wouldn't have happened.

And now, because I did this, I will no longer be welcome,

My family will hate me,

My friends will despise me,

My instructors will think of me as mad.

But one person will take me,

One person will spread their arms,

Permit me into their warmth, their comfort.

That person could have been you.

But it's not.

It can't be you anymore.

You're gone, deceased.

The person that will comfort me, love me,

It is not you.

It is your enemy.

You lost your chance.

            "I'm ready to leave." I brush my red curls out of my face, clean off the knife I committed the deed with, and turn to my lover. "It's over."

            The man of my life, the man I love, smiles his shy smile. I reach out and run my fingers through his silvery hair. "He's gone, Draco. Harry Potter, Golden Boy, is gone." There is not a drop of sorrow in my voice.

            "Ginny…" Is all Draco can say. He wraps an arm around my shoulder, pulls me close, and we depart, side by side, not regretting a thing.

Disclaimer: I own neither Draco, Ginny, nor Harry Potter. They belong to J.K. Rowling.