Disclaimer: I sadly do notown anythin about Harry Potter or the song "Better Than Revenge" by Taylor Swift
Two months. That's how long it has been since I have been with Draco Malfoy. Why? Because that slut Pansy Parkinson stole him right out from below me. Now she's going to pay.
You may be asking how this happened. Well Draco and I were dating for a year before she stuck her pug-like face in the matter. It started his 6th year, my 5th year. I was distraught because I had seen Dean Thomas making out with none other than Lavender Brown. I was running through the corridors, not being able to tell where I was going and suddenly ran in to someone. Guess it yet? Yep, it was none other than Draco Malfoy. Him being him was angry as I had "dirtied his robes with my filth."
"Why are you running anyway? I should dock points from you." I rolled my eyes.
"If you must know Malfoy, D-Dean cheated on me." I started sobbing again, harder this time. Malfoy didn't know what to do, so him picked me up, (literally! I'm not making this up,) and took me to the Slytherin common room. Why? I had no idea, I was just grateful he didn't mock me, or be his normal self.
He walked through their common room – still carrying me! I don't think he trusted me to walk – when she stopped him.
"Drakkie!" She shrieked. Think she noticed me? I do too. "What are you doing with her? And bringing her here? What were you thinking?" I moved in his arms, burying my head in his chest.
"Oh lay off Parkinson. He's just being nice. Can't you see her tears? You would think you'd want him to be so kind." Daphne drawled. Yes, Daphne Green grass was defending me. Why? I have no idea, I never questioned it.
"Well yes, but not to her! She doesn't deserve it! She's a bloody blood traitor, in case you all forgot." I was finally done with this. I jumped out of Draco – I mean Malfoy's arms.
"Fine. I'm gone." With that, I walked out of the common room, ignoring all voices calling to me. Okay, the voice calling me. Unfortunately, that voice caught up to me.
"Weasley where are you going? You are in no state to go wandering the halls by yourself."
"Why do you care Malfoy? I'm a blood traitor, we're enemies. Leave me alone." I walked away, but suddenly turned back.
"Why do you care?" I asked curiously. He hesitated.
"I don't. I'm just trying to do my job and keep the halls clear from vermin like you." He mustered out.
"Yea, sure. Goodnight Malfoy. And thanks." I added and walked away but not before hearing a soft "goodnight Ginny" from him.
I walked into the common room to see Dean waiting for me, and I sighed.
"Ginny! Finally! Where have you been? I tried to follow you after you ran off but you disappeared." He sounded worried. Too bad I didn't care.
"It doesn't matter where I've been." I said starting to walk up the stairs before stopping and turning back toward him.
"Oh and Dean," he turned to look at me, "I really hope Lavender was worth it, because if you haven't figured it out, we are soooo over." I walked up the stairs and snuggled up in my warm bed and dreamed of Draco.
The next morning was not much better. One of the Slytherins, I'm just gonna guess Pansy, made up a rumor how I ran into Malfoy's bed after I found out Dean was cheating on me. The rumor says that I gave Malfoy a love potion to get in bed with him. Well, certain people believed that, (hint, hint Ron.) Yes, my brother. Well my brother who was closest to me in age. And let's just say, this matter did not roll over with him.
"GINERVA MOLLY WEASLEY, YOU SLEPT WITH DRACO MALFOY?" He shouted as soon as I walked down to the common room. I rolled my eyes.
"No! But say it louder, I don't think Charlie in Romania heard you." I sarcastically replied. He ignored this.
"That's not what everyone's saying! Their all saying your a slut!" He bellowed.
"Do you think that?" I questioned.
"YES!" He shrieked. I was shocked. My own brother called me a slut. He then realized what he said and tried to take it back. I shook my head and walked down to the Great Hall.
There, I heard the whispers. I smirked when I saw Draco sitting with his friends, arguing with Pansy, and walked over there.
"Hi Draco." I smiled as I sat next to him. I leaned toward his amused face. "Have you heard the rumor about us?" I asked.
"Yes, Pansy and I were just discussing that matter." He replied icily.
"Draco, may I speak to you a moment, alone?" I asked quietly. He nodded and we both stood up and left the Great Hall. When we were sure we were alone I turned to him.
"Draco, what if we make this rumor true?" He gave me an odd look. "Some what true. What if we say we're going out?"
"Weasel, what do you mean?" He asked.
"What if we say we're dating without really dating? It might get Pansy off your back, and it will get Dean off my back. It's a win-win for both of us right?" I nervously looked at him. His face was unreadable to me.
"Are you crazy Weasley? Why would I ever even pretend to date you?" He suddenly exclaimed. I cringed inside.
"Fine, let Pansy hang all over you all the time." I snapped at him. I turned to walk away when he grabbed my arm roughly.
"Fine. But this is only pretend got it?" I nodded feverishly. He let go and walked away leaving me dumbfounded.
If only he'd known that it was so, so real.
I never meant for it to happen. Yet as time went on, Draco and I got closer. We had to keep up the whole "dating" thing so at meals I sat at the Slytherin table, (he refused to sit at Gryffindor! And I'm not well liked at the Slytherin table; hint hint Pansy,) and after we would leave together.
Some nights we would go our separate ways, others we would also go to the lake and sit at the edge were the sand meets the dark water, the water just barely missing our toes, him leaning on a tree, me leaning on his chest. After a few times of this, the spot was deemed our own. Seriously. Draco put a force field around it so no one but us could sit there.
Some nights, when it was too cold to go out to our spot and we were too lazy to put a warming charm around us, we went to the room of requirements. There we had a nice, warm fireplace, a amazingly comfy couch and butterbeer! Also, this is were we knew we could talk about anything. Inside these for walls were secrets no one knew.
"My father doesn't really hate mud bloods – muggleborns." Draco confided to me one night.
"Then why –"
"Being a death eater? He was scared. For as long as he grew up, his father hated muggles and muggle borns. When You-Know-Who came to power, my grand-father jumped at the chance. My father was forced at his seventeenth birthday." I stared at him shocked. The man who once tried to murder me was not evil, just frightened.
"Draco, will you be forced to take the dark mark when you turn seventeen?" I asked looking at the ground. I was afraid to see the answer in his eyes.
"No," he finally replied. Relief washed through my body until his next words, "I already am one."
"Why?" He stared at me, almost in disbelief?
"I was forced! The Dark Lord commanded it. And now I have a task I need to work on. Goodnight Ginny." With that he left, leaving me in his wake.
A task? What could he have to do? But it was right then and there I realized death eater or not, I was in love with Draco Malfoy.
I jumped up, determined to follow him, but when I got out, he was gone. I cursed quietly to myself. Damn you Slytherin Prince!I thought to myself. I started running down the hall, when I heard the room of requirements open. I turned and saw Draco enter the room.
"What are you up to?" I whispered to myself.
I tip-toed back and paced back and forth 3 times.
I need the place where Draco is working on his task. I thought. I heard the door appear and smiled. I walked in as quietly as I could and suddenly hid as I saw Draco. He was in front of a big box type thing. He was muttering angrily to himself and kicked the box. It had to have been metal because he grabbed his toe jumping up and down.
Draco was not himself. In the few minutes I have seen him, his hair when from neat and precise to messed up. Hair was all over the place and his face was truly distressed. He looked up and I quickly ducked down. When I finally was sure he wouldn't see me, I looked back over to where I last saw him, but he was gone.
"How did you get in here?" I shivered as the voice asked me hardly.
"I asked for the room in which your were doing your task." I answered truthfully. He grabbed my arm roughly and led me to the door.
"You need to leave. This isn't safe for you. Tomorrow morning we'll pretend break up and then Potter will comfort you. Stay with him Ginny, he can protect you." He was rambling this and I looked up at him shocked.
"What? Draco what do you mean?" I tried looking into his silver eyes but he wouldn't meet my brown ones. "Draco, what do you mean?" I asked sternly. He looked down at me and those damn butterflies started.
"I'm dangerous. Even if we aren't really dating, you could get hurt if we continue with this plan. I'm sorry, I can't be your friend anymore." My heart broke, and tears threatened to break-through but I willed them back.
"Then why wait till tomorrow to pretend break up now?' With that I turned and ran off, Draco not stopped me, not even trying.
The tears were now running down my face, and as I got to the Gryffindor common room, I knew I must look horrible. I looked around the common room and saw the familiar busy hair.
"Hermione." I cried out, my voice breaking. She turned and I just collapsed right there, crying on the common room floor, Hermione over me voicing concern, and Ron and Harry planning Draco's death. I cried until I fell asleep and when I awoke the next morning, I was in my bed. I wondered how I got there, but really didn't care. I walked into the bathroom and washed my tear stained face as best as I could, then got ready for the day.
Going down to breakfast was not something I was prepared for. I sat with Hermione for the first time in what felt like forever, and looked over at the Slytherin table. I looked for Draco and saw him acting as if nothing had happened. I strained to hear what he was saying and realized he was boasting about shagging me and dumping me. Even though I knew it wasn't true, I could feel more tears in my eyes. Damn you Draco! Because of you, I have done more crying now than in my whole life! I thought to myself. I got up suddenly and walked briskly out. I heard footsteps behind me and when I looked back, I was shocked to see Draco standing behind me.
"What do you want?" I sneered. Spend enough time with someone, you start acting like them.
"Gin, I never meant for you to hate me! I just – I care about you too much for you to get hurt because of me."
"How would I get hurt D–Malfoy? Explain it to me!" I was shouting now, not caring. He came closer.
"You could get killed! You almost did second year, remember?" I shivered at this. "That was only because you were Potter's best friend's sister. What if he found out about of fake relationship? We'd both get killed." He tried to reason but I wasn't listening.
"I don't care!" And then I did something that was never done before, I kissed him.
Even though we pretended to date for so long, we were very carefully not to get too touchy feely. But now I had crossed that line, and I was in heaven. At first Draco had tried to resist but I wouldn't let him, so he finally melted into the kiss. This went on for who knows how long until Draco pulled away just enough that I could still feel his breath on my lips.
"I've wanted to do that for a while now." He said to me softly.
"So have I." I agreed. "But what now?" He sighed.
"Ginny, this is going to be hard. When the Dark Lord finds out–"
"Then we'll figure out how to handle it then." I finished. He looked into my eyes.
"Are you sure?" he asked, searching me eyes. I sighed dramatically.
"Yes! Draco, I can't not be with you." He kissed me hard.
Romantic, isn't it?
Well, that was only the beginning.
Please R&R. his is my first multi-chapter story I've put on here. Thanks :)
