Title: The Power of Lies
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. meh.
Rating: R
Summary: Draco and Ginny broke it off, and now they are pining for each other. But there is one secret that Draco hasn't let anyone know, and Ginny is about to find out.
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Ginny Weasley looked up into the bright green eyes above her and smiled. Their bodies compressed the green grass in front of the lake and the sky was a stark blue above them. "It's what he wants. It's what he wants." She kept repeating these words to herself as Harry's lips descended on hers. While he moaned her name, Ginny couldn't help thinking, no, wishing that the body above her had white-blond hair and silver eyes.
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Draco peered out the narrow window in the East Tower, looking intently at the two bodies under a tree by the lake. He couldn't help his hand balling into a fist; he couldn't help the sudden surge of rage that burst through him. "Totally uncalled for." he muttered to himself, disgusted. "Draco." A voice behind him called seductively, and he turned, his deep silver eyes meeting violet ones. As he descended upon Pansy Parkinson, he wouldn't help wishing the body under his was Ginny Weasley's.
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Harry stood up after about an hour or so, offering Ginny his hand. She accepted. As they walked back to the castle together they talked of trivial things, like Quidditch and the weather. If Harry noticed Ginny was a bit distracted, he didn't let on.
"Hungry, Gin?" he asked her, motioning towards the Great Hall. It was just before lunch.
"Er. no. I need to catch up on my Charms homework; Flitwick has really been piling it on lately.I'm sure I'll be hungry for dinner" she said hurriedly. She needed to get away from him, and hoped he wouldn't remember that Professor Flitwick had been out of class for a week with the flu. She smiled apologetically at Harry and hurried away, wincing when she heard him say, "But Flitwick is."
She raced down the winding hallways of the school, uttering "Crookshanks" to the Fat Lady (Hermione was Head Girl), and ran up the stairs to the 6th year dormitories. A door on the right had her name on it, and she opened it up to reveal her prefect's room. Light poured in from the large window opposite the door, and her large four-poster bed was neatly made with crimson Gryffindor bedcovers, a crocheted blanket folded up on the edge of it. Ginny sighed and plopped down in a large overstuffed chair, curling her legs up under her. She ran a hand through her flaming red curls and tears started to roll down her freckled cheeks. Balling her fists up and pressing them on her eyes she tried to stop the steady flow, embarrassed that she was still crying about it. She looked out the window, unconsciously remembering back to that fateful day.
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"Ginny, we can't." Draco's smooth-as-honey voice flowed into her ear, and she opened her eyes wide.
"Draco. what do you mean? I don't understand." She could already feel the tears welling up in her eyes.
"My father knows, Ginny. You know the consequences of that, don't you? And I promised I wouldn't see you again. I think I convinced him it didn't mean anything." he said with no emotion in his voice.
Ginny sighed and put her head in her hands. This was all too much to take. She had given her whole self to him, the great Draco Malfoy. He had become the one person who meant more to her than everyone in the entire world put together. And now he was leaving her? He couldn't!
"You can't" said Ginny, barley containing the emotion in her voice.
"And why not?" asked Draco, his silver eyes betraying his cool demeanor. "It never would have worked out anyway. think of it. A Weasley and a Malfoy. Our families wouldn't accept it."
"I need you." Ginny whispered.
"I know." was all he had said. Then with one last look, he was gone, leaving Ginny cold in the Eastern Tower.
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Ginny shook her head vigorously, bringing her back to the real world. That memory kept playing over and over in her head "Like a broken record" Ginny said out loud. She blushed and looked around, then remembered that she had her own room. Feeling utterly stupid, she went into her bathroom. Water came on, robes came off, and she stepped into a soothing hot shower. She always did her best thinking in there.
"He must still have feelings for me," She thought to herself, "otherwise he would totally stop looking at me. I catch his glances; I know he still feels like that. What his father doesn't know can't hurt him, right? I should try to get him back. he won't be able to resist."
Content with her resolution, Ginny stepped out of the shower. Then it hit her. Harry. He told her that he wanted her today. Three years ago she would have died for this. Now she was only accepting his proposals because she felt empty without someone needing her, wanting her. Some people called her a slut, but she called herself. dependent. "Right then. First thing, I'll break it off with him."
Dried off and back in her room, she picked out a clean jumper and skirt to wear, then threw on her robes. She looked into the mirror, applying a bit of gloss to her lips and tying her hair into a sloppy bun. Satisfied, she gave herself a once-over and went down to dinner.
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Draco looked at the exquisite form that walked into the Great Hall. Her red hair was piled on her head in a bun, and curly tendrils fell all around her face and eyes. She glanced over at him and their eyes met for a second. Draco wanted to pull his gaze away but Ginny wouldn't let him. She looked at him pointedly across the hall then looked away, taking a seat at her table with Harry on one side and Hermione on the other. It was then that Draco noticed he wasn't the only one looking. For the past year Ginny had not been without a boyfriend, and he knew that half the male population of Hogwarts was clamoring for the next position. He growled softly when he saw Potter put an arm around Ginny, but the growl turned to a smirk as Ginny politely took his hand off of her shoulders. She then started speaking to him very intently, and after a few minutes Potter left the Hall with a pained look on his face, and Hermione followed soon after.
Ginny finished her meal and got up from the table, looking at Draco intently before walking out of the Hall. Curious, he put his fork down and got up, quietly following Ginny down the hallway.
At the first turn he caught up with her, and grabbed her arm rather forcefully. "Just what do you think are you doing?" he asked the short redhead.
"This" said Ginny, and pressed her lips to his. Draco groaned. He couldn't do this. He wasn't allowed. Visions of his father flashed across his mind, and he pushed her away.
"Ginny, I thought we went through this."
"What your father doesn't know can't hurt him, Malfoy."
God, the way she said his name. He loved it when she called him Malfoy. It made her seem like a vixen, and he loved that about her. Damnit, he loved everything about her. Before he could think what he was doing, he had her pressed against the wall, their tongues playing tag with each other and their hands groping. She was moaning his name; his hand was under her shirt.
"Mr. Malfoy."
Draco spun around. There stood Ron, and before Draco could say anything, a fist was in his face, Ginny screamed, and his world went black.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. meh.
Rating: R
Summary: Draco and Ginny broke it off, and now they are pining for each other. But there is one secret that Draco hasn't let anyone know, and Ginny is about to find out.
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Ginny Weasley looked up into the bright green eyes above her and smiled. Their bodies compressed the green grass in front of the lake and the sky was a stark blue above them. "It's what he wants. It's what he wants." She kept repeating these words to herself as Harry's lips descended on hers. While he moaned her name, Ginny couldn't help thinking, no, wishing that the body above her had white-blond hair and silver eyes.
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Draco peered out the narrow window in the East Tower, looking intently at the two bodies under a tree by the lake. He couldn't help his hand balling into a fist; he couldn't help the sudden surge of rage that burst through him. "Totally uncalled for." he muttered to himself, disgusted. "Draco." A voice behind him called seductively, and he turned, his deep silver eyes meeting violet ones. As he descended upon Pansy Parkinson, he wouldn't help wishing the body under his was Ginny Weasley's.
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Harry stood up after about an hour or so, offering Ginny his hand. She accepted. As they walked back to the castle together they talked of trivial things, like Quidditch and the weather. If Harry noticed Ginny was a bit distracted, he didn't let on.
"Hungry, Gin?" he asked her, motioning towards the Great Hall. It was just before lunch.
"Er. no. I need to catch up on my Charms homework; Flitwick has really been piling it on lately.I'm sure I'll be hungry for dinner" she said hurriedly. She needed to get away from him, and hoped he wouldn't remember that Professor Flitwick had been out of class for a week with the flu. She smiled apologetically at Harry and hurried away, wincing when she heard him say, "But Flitwick is."
She raced down the winding hallways of the school, uttering "Crookshanks" to the Fat Lady (Hermione was Head Girl), and ran up the stairs to the 6th year dormitories. A door on the right had her name on it, and she opened it up to reveal her prefect's room. Light poured in from the large window opposite the door, and her large four-poster bed was neatly made with crimson Gryffindor bedcovers, a crocheted blanket folded up on the edge of it. Ginny sighed and plopped down in a large overstuffed chair, curling her legs up under her. She ran a hand through her flaming red curls and tears started to roll down her freckled cheeks. Balling her fists up and pressing them on her eyes she tried to stop the steady flow, embarrassed that she was still crying about it. She looked out the window, unconsciously remembering back to that fateful day.
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"Ginny, we can't." Draco's smooth-as-honey voice flowed into her ear, and she opened her eyes wide.
"Draco. what do you mean? I don't understand." She could already feel the tears welling up in her eyes.
"My father knows, Ginny. You know the consequences of that, don't you? And I promised I wouldn't see you again. I think I convinced him it didn't mean anything." he said with no emotion in his voice.
Ginny sighed and put her head in her hands. This was all too much to take. She had given her whole self to him, the great Draco Malfoy. He had become the one person who meant more to her than everyone in the entire world put together. And now he was leaving her? He couldn't!
"You can't" said Ginny, barley containing the emotion in her voice.
"And why not?" asked Draco, his silver eyes betraying his cool demeanor. "It never would have worked out anyway. think of it. A Weasley and a Malfoy. Our families wouldn't accept it."
"I need you." Ginny whispered.
"I know." was all he had said. Then with one last look, he was gone, leaving Ginny cold in the Eastern Tower.
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Ginny shook her head vigorously, bringing her back to the real world. That memory kept playing over and over in her head "Like a broken record" Ginny said out loud. She blushed and looked around, then remembered that she had her own room. Feeling utterly stupid, she went into her bathroom. Water came on, robes came off, and she stepped into a soothing hot shower. She always did her best thinking in there.
"He must still have feelings for me," She thought to herself, "otherwise he would totally stop looking at me. I catch his glances; I know he still feels like that. What his father doesn't know can't hurt him, right? I should try to get him back. he won't be able to resist."
Content with her resolution, Ginny stepped out of the shower. Then it hit her. Harry. He told her that he wanted her today. Three years ago she would have died for this. Now she was only accepting his proposals because she felt empty without someone needing her, wanting her. Some people called her a slut, but she called herself. dependent. "Right then. First thing, I'll break it off with him."
Dried off and back in her room, she picked out a clean jumper and skirt to wear, then threw on her robes. She looked into the mirror, applying a bit of gloss to her lips and tying her hair into a sloppy bun. Satisfied, she gave herself a once-over and went down to dinner.
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Draco looked at the exquisite form that walked into the Great Hall. Her red hair was piled on her head in a bun, and curly tendrils fell all around her face and eyes. She glanced over at him and their eyes met for a second. Draco wanted to pull his gaze away but Ginny wouldn't let him. She looked at him pointedly across the hall then looked away, taking a seat at her table with Harry on one side and Hermione on the other. It was then that Draco noticed he wasn't the only one looking. For the past year Ginny had not been without a boyfriend, and he knew that half the male population of Hogwarts was clamoring for the next position. He growled softly when he saw Potter put an arm around Ginny, but the growl turned to a smirk as Ginny politely took his hand off of her shoulders. She then started speaking to him very intently, and after a few minutes Potter left the Hall with a pained look on his face, and Hermione followed soon after.
Ginny finished her meal and got up from the table, looking at Draco intently before walking out of the Hall. Curious, he put his fork down and got up, quietly following Ginny down the hallway.
At the first turn he caught up with her, and grabbed her arm rather forcefully. "Just what do you think are you doing?" he asked the short redhead.
"This" said Ginny, and pressed her lips to his. Draco groaned. He couldn't do this. He wasn't allowed. Visions of his father flashed across his mind, and he pushed her away.
"Ginny, I thought we went through this."
"What your father doesn't know can't hurt him, Malfoy."
God, the way she said his name. He loved it when she called him Malfoy. It made her seem like a vixen, and he loved that about her. Damnit, he loved everything about her. Before he could think what he was doing, he had her pressed against the wall, their tongues playing tag with each other and their hands groping. She was moaning his name; his hand was under her shirt.
"Mr. Malfoy."
Draco spun around. There stood Ron, and before Draco could say anything, a fist was in his face, Ginny screamed, and his world went black.