"don't let me go"
It is never easy to do the right thing, especially for a Malfoy. Therefore when he turned his back and strode away from her it was probably the hardest thing he'd ever done but one of the rightist.
It had been a whirlwind romance full of stolen kisses and fumbling's in broom closets but every time he'd grabbed her wrist and dragged her into a hidden alcove or empty classroom she'd captured more and more of his heart. Draco Malfoy had fallen madly in love with Ginny Weasley.
At first he'd fought it, denied it, raged about it. He'd trashed his room, gotten nasty with her and shagged a random 6th year but nothing had helped or changed the facts. In fact it had just made him love her a little more, as she'd shouted back at him with her famous Weasley temper and he'd realised that she was damn sexy when she was angry.
It didn't really matter how she'd caught his attention, in fact when he thought back about it he couldn't really remember how'd it had happened, all that stayed with him were the kisses that made his entire body feel like it was on fire, alive. He was the legendary Slytherin ice king with his white hair, silver eyes, and pale nearly translucent skin so he wasn't meant to feel like his entire body was on fire. But her kisses did that to him.
However they couldn't continue, he'd finally accepted his love for her and then quickly realised if his father ever found out about them then it would mean death for both of them and while he'd gladly die for her, he just couldn't be that selfish and ask her to do the same for him. She had far more to loose than he ever would.
He'd waited in the dungeons in the hidden alcove near to Snape's classroom where they usually met on a Thursday and waited silently for her to appear knowing that he'd be in for a 10 minute wait as she was always late. To his surprise he'd only been there a few seconds when she turned up and started smiling at him with her beautiful beaming smile.
He'd been quick and ruthless, he'd told himself beforehand it was like ripping off a plaster and it would less painful for them both if it was quick. He'd rattled off his rehearsed speech about how she was Weasley scum, how it was all a game to him to see how quickly she'd shag him and he'd lost interest, how she would never be pretty enough for someone like him. As he'd been saying it he was positive he was dying a little bit more inside with every word spoken, when her smile had completely faded and the tears started pouring down her face there was nothing more he'd wanted to do that to gather her into his arms and never let her go but he knew he couldn't so he turned and walked from the alcove.
"Don't let me go" she whispered.
He never turned back.