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"Tell me so I can breathe."
He left me there, gasping for air, clawing for stability, clinging to reality, rasping for a voice, wishing for an end. He always left me. He turned away, his face showing nothing, while mine blazed with a thousand questions, a hundred emotions, and only one wish. I wanted him to stay, stay for one more hour, minute, second. I wanted him to stay, so I could feel his breathe on mine, hear his voice soft and serious; see his eyes gazing into mine. I wanted him to tell me, just once, tell me so maybe I could sleep, so maybe I could feel, so maybe I could catch my breathe as it caught in my throat. I wanted him to yell it, to whisper it, to scream it, to murmur it. I wanted so many things, none of them right, none of them wrong, all of them the same. I wanted him to tell me so I could breathe, finally. I wanted him to tell me so I could move on, so I could lift the roots that held me to one spot, that one spot in time.
"You are so many things, you know that?" He gazed at me thoughtfully, not bothering to hide his curiosity, or lower his voice. We were the only ones in the empty class room; him on one side, me on the other, both of us just standing there.
I answered his question in a slightly confused nod, not entirely certain I caught his meaning.
He took a step closer, and I backed away slightly. He took a few more and I hit the wall, my back up against the cold, frosty window; my shirt damping slightly. He took one more and I felt his body up against mine, pinning me lightly to the wall. I never dropped his gaze, only stared confidently into his eyes, daring him to say something, daring him to go on, daring him to tell me.
"So many things. Not one of them bad, not one of them impure." He murmured, raising his hand to my cheek. I leaned into him, wishing for him to continue, wishing for him to lower his hand to my chin, wishing for him to raise his lips to mind.
His hand trailed my cheek, coming to a rest under my chin, just as I wished. I kept my gaze at his eyes, his beautiful baby blue eyes. Eyes I drowned in, eyes I lost myself in, eyes I would never forget, eyes that would haunt me. I gripped the edge of the window frame, afraid I would lose reality, fall from the earth, lose everything.
He bent his head, dipping it towards mine. Our lips met, and for a second, I lost reality, I lost my stability. I lost my vision, my breath, my voice, my mind. All in one second, one kiss. He broke the kiss, leaving me breathless, wheezing, wishing and wanting for more. And then he turned, backed up and left. But for one second, he met my gaze again, as I leaned against the window, wishing for constancy, strength, air, a voice, but wanting that disillusion, that fragment of nothing. He caught my eyes, and I begged, in those blue eyes, for him to tell me, for him to just say. Then he twisted around, breaking the gaze, and headed for the door.
I found my voice, as he neared the door. Between gasping breaths, I managed to speak. "Tell me. Just tell me so I can breathe."
He turned toward me again, his blue eyes flashing with sadness, flashing with concern, flashing with love. He nodded slightly, granting my wish, my want. "I love you." Draco Malfoy said softly, sighing with every word. "I love you, Ginny Weasely."
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