Disclaimer: Everything in this story belongs to J.K. Rowling except the
plot. The plot belongs to me.
A/N: This is just a small ficlet I wrote when I was suffering from a mild case of writer's block. My first Harry Potter fanfic on fanfiction.net. I also have another Harry Potter fanfic, but I'm won't post it until I finish it. This is also my first D/G, and my first (implied?) R/Hr. If this is too cliché or something, I'm very sorry, because I almost never read D/G, even though I support it. Reviews are welcome, no matter if they're flames, constructive criticism(sp?) or "I love this, write more!!!"-reviews. If there are any spelling or grammar mistakes, please inform me, because English isn't my native language.
~*Shades of grey*~
***
He could see Potter holding her limp body in his arms. Just like in the Chamber of Secrets. Except that she was truly dead now. He was standing a small distance back, even if he had joined the "good side", they still didn't trust him. Why would they? He was "evil". They couldn't see the shades of grey. Even if the girl Potter was holding was as grey as the cloudy sky around them. That was probably why he had fallen in love with her. Her ability to see that the world didn't have only two colours, black and white.
At first it had been just infatuation and rebellion against their families and everybody's expectations. And Ginny, trying to get Potter notice her, asked Draco to go openly out with her. Draco, after hearing her plan, chose to help her, liking the fact that he had something Potter didn't and that he could annoy the other Weasleys even more. Even if only for a short while.
Draco had to admit, they were quite like the Mudblood and the Weasel, even if it was admitted grudgingly. They argued constantly. Draco and Ginny had rows that could sometimes even match Weasel's and Mudblood's infamous fights. But unlike Weasel's and Mudblood's, their love for eachother would have never been accepted.
Then after actually getting to know eachother, they found themselves falling in love. During one of their many conversations, she confessed that she was annoyed by the fact that everybody still thought she was a little girl. She was 18 then. Definitely not the innocent little girl she was back when she was 11, before the Chamber of Secrets. And definitely not fancying Harry Potter, her "hero" anymore. Ginny Weasley had turned out to be like Draco Malfoy. Not "good", but not really "evil" either. And now, standing there, watching her dead body, he could feel his heart breaking. She had gotten hit with an Avada Kedavra, a Deatheater had killed her. His own father. Draco had killed him as soon as he saw her lifeless body hit the ground. With the killing curse. Another reason why they didn't trust him anymore. If they ever even trusted him in the first place.
She had convinced him to turn to the "good side". He had been contemplating switching sides for a while back then, not sure if the others would accept him. He switched sides after thinking it over for a while, not because he was "good", but because he wasn't "evil", either. He had joined the "good side" in the fight against Voldemort, not really sure what he was fighting for. By turning his back against Voldemort and his supporters, and not truly being "good", he had nothing to fight for. Except for Ginny. But now she was dead too.
They were like Romeo and Juliet, with a small exception. In this tale, Romeo didn't die in the end. And there was no truce between their families.
A/N: This is just a small ficlet I wrote when I was suffering from a mild case of writer's block. My first Harry Potter fanfic on fanfiction.net. I also have another Harry Potter fanfic, but I'm won't post it until I finish it. This is also my first D/G, and my first (implied?) R/Hr. If this is too cliché or something, I'm very sorry, because I almost never read D/G, even though I support it. Reviews are welcome, no matter if they're flames, constructive criticism(sp?) or "I love this, write more!!!"-reviews. If there are any spelling or grammar mistakes, please inform me, because English isn't my native language.
~*Shades of grey*~
***
He could see Potter holding her limp body in his arms. Just like in the Chamber of Secrets. Except that she was truly dead now. He was standing a small distance back, even if he had joined the "good side", they still didn't trust him. Why would they? He was "evil". They couldn't see the shades of grey. Even if the girl Potter was holding was as grey as the cloudy sky around them. That was probably why he had fallen in love with her. Her ability to see that the world didn't have only two colours, black and white.
At first it had been just infatuation and rebellion against their families and everybody's expectations. And Ginny, trying to get Potter notice her, asked Draco to go openly out with her. Draco, after hearing her plan, chose to help her, liking the fact that he had something Potter didn't and that he could annoy the other Weasleys even more. Even if only for a short while.
Draco had to admit, they were quite like the Mudblood and the Weasel, even if it was admitted grudgingly. They argued constantly. Draco and Ginny had rows that could sometimes even match Weasel's and Mudblood's infamous fights. But unlike Weasel's and Mudblood's, their love for eachother would have never been accepted.
Then after actually getting to know eachother, they found themselves falling in love. During one of their many conversations, she confessed that she was annoyed by the fact that everybody still thought she was a little girl. She was 18 then. Definitely not the innocent little girl she was back when she was 11, before the Chamber of Secrets. And definitely not fancying Harry Potter, her "hero" anymore. Ginny Weasley had turned out to be like Draco Malfoy. Not "good", but not really "evil" either. And now, standing there, watching her dead body, he could feel his heart breaking. She had gotten hit with an Avada Kedavra, a Deatheater had killed her. His own father. Draco had killed him as soon as he saw her lifeless body hit the ground. With the killing curse. Another reason why they didn't trust him anymore. If they ever even trusted him in the first place.
She had convinced him to turn to the "good side". He had been contemplating switching sides for a while back then, not sure if the others would accept him. He switched sides after thinking it over for a while, not because he was "good", but because he wasn't "evil", either. He had joined the "good side" in the fight against Voldemort, not really sure what he was fighting for. By turning his back against Voldemort and his supporters, and not truly being "good", he had nothing to fight for. Except for Ginny. But now she was dead too.
They were like Romeo and Juliet, with a small exception. In this tale, Romeo didn't die in the end. And there was no truce between their families.