You might want to check out my other fics (namely Colour Everywhere, a D/G
songfic, and Alone Again, which will become a D/G fic)
I just wrote it one time when I was bored, so if you don't like it, I'm sorry. This is Draco's POV. R/R.
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Draco stood motionless, ignoring the fighting and curses all around him. His eyes were glued to one figure, an unconscious figure rising upward. A flash of green, and the girl in the black dress jerked, then slowly came back down to the earth. She landed gracefully, her empty eyes still staring up at the cloudy sky.
Draco, as in a trance, made his way toward the body. Fiery red hair blew gently in the wind, before fanning out to frame her white face. She looked more beautiful now than she ever did in life, her eyes no longer shadowed by loneliness. In fact, she looked radiant lying there.
Draco paused beside her body, before gently closing her cinnamon eyes. There. She looked as if sleeping, at peace with the world. Only, Draco knew, she would never wake. Her laughter would never ring down the hall, her tears never silently streak down her cheeks.
Oh, yes, Draco had seen her cry. He had watched her, even behind the cheerful mask she put on for everyone else's sake.
He had seen her take out a knife and cut herself, down in an empty hall. He knew all about her. Like how she hated being called names, and how she thought more of Harry Potter as a brother, not as a crush.
She never knew him, though. He didn't want to hurt her by knowing him.
So he had observed from afar, growing to care for this strange, complicated witch.
The same witch that lay before him, dead. The same witch that would never know how much he loved her.
Bending down, Draco kissed the rapidly cooling forehead, then turned to leave, with just one glance back.
Goodbye, Ginny Weasley.
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I just wrote it one time when I was bored, so if you don't like it, I'm sorry. This is Draco's POV. R/R.
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Draco stood motionless, ignoring the fighting and curses all around him. His eyes were glued to one figure, an unconscious figure rising upward. A flash of green, and the girl in the black dress jerked, then slowly came back down to the earth. She landed gracefully, her empty eyes still staring up at the cloudy sky.
Draco, as in a trance, made his way toward the body. Fiery red hair blew gently in the wind, before fanning out to frame her white face. She looked more beautiful now than she ever did in life, her eyes no longer shadowed by loneliness. In fact, she looked radiant lying there.
Draco paused beside her body, before gently closing her cinnamon eyes. There. She looked as if sleeping, at peace with the world. Only, Draco knew, she would never wake. Her laughter would never ring down the hall, her tears never silently streak down her cheeks.
Oh, yes, Draco had seen her cry. He had watched her, even behind the cheerful mask she put on for everyone else's sake.
He had seen her take out a knife and cut herself, down in an empty hall. He knew all about her. Like how she hated being called names, and how she thought more of Harry Potter as a brother, not as a crush.
She never knew him, though. He didn't want to hurt her by knowing him.
So he had observed from afar, growing to care for this strange, complicated witch.
The same witch that lay before him, dead. The same witch that would never know how much he loved her.
Bending down, Draco kissed the rapidly cooling forehead, then turned to leave, with just one glance back.
Goodbye, Ginny Weasley.
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