Prelude

She sighed as she sat up, pulling the satin sheets with her to cover her bare chest. Moonlight streamed in through the huge bay windows on her left, casting a milky glow on her ivory skin. She glanced down at her still sleeping companion, admiring the way the moonlight made a sort of halo around his platinum blonde tresses. He was the most attractive man she had ever met, and not just when it came to his looks. To most people, he was cold and aloof but she knew that was just a façade. She had looked beyond the icy mask to see the passion that rested just below the surface. Somehow, he had become everything to her and it was tearing her apart.

This was never supposed to happen. She was not supposed to let him get this close. He was her enemy and stood for everything she hated. She used to hate him too but somehow her views had become distorted and suddenly she had not been able to make heads or tails of anything. Her whole world was in shambles because of one irresistible man. Why did she love him so much?

Slowly, so as not to disturb her slumbering partner, she stood and padded softly to the window to gaze out at the full moon. It was on a night like this when her enemy first became her lover. The full moon had been reflecting brightly off the smooth, glassy surface of the lake and the stars were shining more brightly than usual. They had been fighting, as usual, when their emotions simply boiled over and escalated into a night of passion on the soft grass.

Her whole life had changed after that night. She still hated everything he stood for but could not pull away from him no matter how hard she had tried. Her friends and family saw this change in her and slowly started to pull away, saying that she was a disgrace and if she were truly on their side then she would not be sleeping with the enemy. He was all she had left. So she did anything he asked of her just so he would stay by her side. She still hated herself for it.

She stood there in front of the windows, her nude body glowing softly in the pale light, like some goddess newly descended from the heavens, and let the tears she had kept locked away for so long to fall onto the plush carpet beneath her feet. Her stomach clenched as she thought back onto to all the things she had done just for him. She absently rubbed her arm where the ultimate sign of her own personal betrayal showed, the mark that forever severed her tie with everything and everyone she had ever loved and cherished. This could not continue any longer, she could not live this half life any more.

She turned and took one last, lingering look at the only man she had ever truly loved, the man who had become her ultimate downfall. Everything would end tonight and all she could think of was that she hoped he could forgive her for her newest and last betrayal. She turned and walked resolutely into the bathroom without looking back and slipped into the bathtub's warm water. The knife that was resting on the edge of the tub was quickly in her hands. The two deep slashes slowly turned the water red and her vision black.

Sunlight streamed in from the large bay window on his left, effectively waking him as it hit his eyelids. Draco Malfoy sat up and stretched happily. The previous night had been heaven, as was every night he spent with his beautiful lover. He looked down at the empty space beside him and smiled. She was probably already in the bath. He would have to join her soon.

Draco reached over the side of the bed and retrieved his discarded boxers, slipping them on as he stood. Today was going to be a wonderful day, today he was going to ask his lover to become his wife. Nothing could make him happier than to have her by his side forever. With this thought in mind he pulled a small box from his nightstand drawer. He wanted to propose right now. Quietly, he snuck into the bathroom, hoping to take her by surprise, but stopped in horror.

She floated lifelessly in the red water, her waist-length tresses spread out behind her, blending in with the water. He rushed forward and pulled her out of the tub, cradling her in his arms. The box with the engagement ring fell to the floor, forgotten. A ragged sob escaped his throat. The only woman he had ever loved was gone, destroyed by her own hand.

"Why love? Why did you do this? We had such a future ahead of us! Please come back Ginny… don't leave me alone…"

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.