Story Book Romance

Chapter One

Love Sucks

Ginny's POV

Love Sucks.

It's practically a given.

You think that the first will be perfect. That you will love him all your life and together you will grow old and still love each other.

I should be happy. He's every thing I could ever want. Everything I dream about.

So why am I not happy? Why do I feel nothing? The kisses fade before long and I just want to be out of his reach, out of his touch. I take more showers now then ever.

He's goregeous. Perfect. A gentleman to the end. But everytime he touches me I have to resist the urge to lash out at him.

It wasn't always that way. Once Upon a time, I would have given anything to have him look at me that way. I loved him once. It would be a lie to say we weren't in love once. Before...

Before the war that changed him. Before... her. And him.

Harry doesn't think I know about her. But that's okay. For now. I'll let him. We came back from the war changed. We tried it again. Tried to be what we were. We laughed and talked about marriage and children. But it hung there. All that we had been through. All that had happened. All we suffered.

Now I lie here after the deed is done. All I can think of is something that I can never have. Someone I will have to live without.

Draco's POV

I can be intensely stupid at times. I don't know what it is about wars that bring out the best and the worst of people. For me, they brought out both my heroic side and the the utter stupidity that I can exhibit when I feel the urge.

I had a good life until Voldemort decided he didn't want to be dead after all.

That sucked. Let me tell you. It was easy until then. Until then I just pretended. I just let them believe what they wanted to believe. I pretended I was with them while doing what ever the hell I wanted behind their backs. Honest to Merlin, couldn't Voldie have waited to until I was eighteen? At least then I could have killed my dad, got my inheritance and done what ever the hell I wanted to.

But nooooooo. The stupid git had to rush it all. Retard.

Instead I have to try to pretend to be what they want while, trying to get out of this hell hole.

I tried putting away everything I was and being a pawn. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't put away hopes and ambitions. Dreams and desires.

I went into the war, expecting to die. Wars are funny things. I went in with death on the mind. I exited with her there.

It was my stupid fault. The battle was over and I was searching... searching for something to care about. Hard with all the death around. That was when I saw her. Looking so desolute. I felt akin to her. We both needed something to care about.

So I kissed her.

But that's not the worst of it.

Oh no.

The worst of it was... I meant it.

(A/N: Well? What do you think? Should I continue?