A/N This is based on the song 'Dear John' by Taylor Swift.
Ginny Weasley looked down at the piece of paper in front of her, taking a deep breath. This was it, he could go to hell now as far as she was concerned. She saw him for who he really was, and now it was time to let him know.
Dear Malfoy,
I see it all now that you're gone. I can't believe what you did to me, how you used me. Not in a typical sense, no. You didn't use me to get something for You-Know-Who, you didn't use me to hurt Harry, you didn't even use me to get at my family like I originally thought – you used me to make yourself feel better. Constantly putting me down, making me feel like I'm not good enough and then suddenly claiming to be hopelessly in love with me all over again. My mum thought I was mental, you know. She saw what you did to me better than I could. I stopped eating through worry of what you'd say or do the next time we met. It's like there's two of you. I fell hopelessly in love with that boy, that boy who has the weight of the world on his shoulders and yet can still make me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world, and then the other boy, the cruel, sick, twisted soul inside you made me feel worse than I've ever felt in my life. I didn't see it. I couldn't see it. All those other girls, did you do the same to them? Is that why Pansy won't look you in the eye anymore? I don't know who you are, I really don't.
Maybe it's my fault, for ever believing that a Slytherin like you could be right for me, for ever believing that you could be anything other than what others say you are, for believing that a leopard can change its spots. But, then again, maybe it's your fault for trying to make me believe that in the first place. Did it make you feel better about yourself Draco? Giving me your love and then just taking it away, did it make you feel powerful?
I know that you probably still cast yourself as that poor, lonely, abused, misunderstood boy, but you're a man now Draco. Or you're meant to be. If you're old enough to do what you did to me, to hurt me like that, then you're old enough to stop playing the innocent.
I should have listened to them. To Harry, to Ron, my family. Did you even think twice about it? Don't you think I was too young to be messed with? Did it ever cross your mind that I was just a girl, that breaking my heart like that would have a permanent impact, or was that part of the appeal for you? I loved you so, Draco. So much. I was naïve, I admit, but you are an expert at sorry and keeping lines blurry, I never quite knew where I stood and the flowers and gifts and sincere apologies were enough to keep me hanging onto the love I felt for you.
But this isn't about that, about how much I loved you. Or about how you'll be a permanent scar for the rest of my life, this is just a letter to let you know that I've had enough. You and your dark, twisted games can go to hell, Draco. This is me getting out, me escaping. So, don't look now, give me a few weeks and you'll see that this time you haven't won. Yes you'll always be there, but just watch me Draco. Watch me shine without you. I dare you.
Ginny.
She placed the pen down as a tear snaked down her cheek. She would send Errol with the letter in the morning, the games were over.
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