Empty
March 27, 2004
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In my life I was pretty much a sheltered boy who never had to do anything on his own. It was all done for me, and if i wanted something, i got it. I have everything, so i'm happy...or at least that's what i've been trying to convince myself. I always feel empty.
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At the beginning of this year, I felt a little more completed. I saw Ginny Weasley on the Hogwarts Express. Shes going into her fith year, and over the summer she changed. She was no longer the little girl that swooned after Potter. She was a woman.
Her hair was long and a deep fiery red as always. She had a beautiful smile that made her face light up and her chocolate brown eyes had the most friendly glow to them...not when she looked at me though, all i could see was hate.
So what if i made fun of her and called her family poor, and Granger is a mudblood, i was just stating the obvious, and whats so great about Harry Potter anyways...nothing!! So why can't i call him names? So i'm a Slytherin and shes a Gryffindor..dose that matter?
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There she is! I can see Ginny sitting in the back of the library, lost deep in a book. Her hair pulled back in a high ponytail. Books and parchment spread out on the table in front of her. I don't think she hears my foot steps as i walk towards her.I cough to get her attention but she just sighs and pretends i'm not there. I try again louder, moving right beside her. She closes her eyes taking a deep breath. I can tell shes annoyed.
"What is it Malfoy?" her voice calm and eyes still closed. My heart speeds up a little as i search my mind for something to say. I look down at the work before her. Potions. I can do that!
"umm..you want some help with that?" she looks up at me as i speak, her eyes meeting mine. I can see the shock on her face as her lips form a half smile. She nods and moves some books from a chair next to her. I lower myself down onto the chair and lean over to see her work. Her hair smells of wild flowers. She looks up at me. Our faces close, eyes gazing into the others. I can't hold myself any longer, I want to kiss her...and i do. Her lips soft and smooth against mine. She tastes of honey and makes me feel dizzy with her touch. The empty feeling is gone.
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A/N: So what do you think? I'm not to good writing fanfics (i work better with originals) and 1st person isn't my strong pov ^^ so all comments accepted! (come on you know you want to tell me i suck ^_~ lol)
Disclaimer:Nope don't own any of this except the really sad excuse for a plot ^^ lol
March 27, 2004
~*~
In my life I was pretty much a sheltered boy who never had to do anything on his own. It was all done for me, and if i wanted something, i got it. I have everything, so i'm happy...or at least that's what i've been trying to convince myself. I always feel empty.
~*~
At the beginning of this year, I felt a little more completed. I saw Ginny Weasley on the Hogwarts Express. Shes going into her fith year, and over the summer she changed. She was no longer the little girl that swooned after Potter. She was a woman.
Her hair was long and a deep fiery red as always. She had a beautiful smile that made her face light up and her chocolate brown eyes had the most friendly glow to them...not when she looked at me though, all i could see was hate.
So what if i made fun of her and called her family poor, and Granger is a mudblood, i was just stating the obvious, and whats so great about Harry Potter anyways...nothing!! So why can't i call him names? So i'm a Slytherin and shes a Gryffindor..dose that matter?
~*~
There she is! I can see Ginny sitting in the back of the library, lost deep in a book. Her hair pulled back in a high ponytail. Books and parchment spread out on the table in front of her. I don't think she hears my foot steps as i walk towards her.I cough to get her attention but she just sighs and pretends i'm not there. I try again louder, moving right beside her. She closes her eyes taking a deep breath. I can tell shes annoyed.
"What is it Malfoy?" her voice calm and eyes still closed. My heart speeds up a little as i search my mind for something to say. I look down at the work before her. Potions. I can do that!
"umm..you want some help with that?" she looks up at me as i speak, her eyes meeting mine. I can see the shock on her face as her lips form a half smile. She nods and moves some books from a chair next to her. I lower myself down onto the chair and lean over to see her work. Her hair smells of wild flowers. She looks up at me. Our faces close, eyes gazing into the others. I can't hold myself any longer, I want to kiss her...and i do. Her lips soft and smooth against mine. She tastes of honey and makes me feel dizzy with her touch. The empty feeling is gone.
~*~
A/N: So what do you think? I'm not to good writing fanfics (i work better with originals) and 1st person isn't my strong pov ^^ so all comments accepted! (come on you know you want to tell me i suck ^_~ lol)
Disclaimer:Nope don't own any of this except the really sad excuse for a plot ^^ lol