Unrequited Love
Intro-Draco loves Ginny, but this is slightly one-sided, slightly since we don't know of Ginny's feelings for Draco.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything!!! This is sad, composed of my own feelings. Enjoy!
Draco's POV
It happened that fateful day when I saw that damn Potter at Flourish and Blott's taking a picture with Lockhart. I was doing a bloody good job of insulting him, until that Weasley brat stepped in. God, Potter had it good. Correction-HAS it good. I can't see what the bloody big deal is; he's just a bloody prat with an ugly scar on his ugly face. Of course, it's not ugly to her. I bet she thinks it's cute or something. I wish she thought I was cute.
Damn Potter.
But she doesn't, and it's all that sod ding Potter's fault. Saving her life during her first year at Hogwarts didn't exactly help either. I was supposed to save her. I was supposed to be her one true love. But I'm not.
Damn Potter.
I see her sitting at dinner, all by herself, trying to be included in the wonderful threesome. Her pathetic ness is some what cute. At least to me it is. Reminds me of myself. *Sigh* God she is beautiful. I know what you're all thinking; since when did bloody sod ding Malfoy become a softie? Since her you freaking bastards. How was I supposed to know what I was getting myself into that day? How was I supposed to know I would fall in love?
I didn't.
And you know why? Because I've never known love. My father doesn't give a jack's ass about me, and I bloody well know it. My own mother is scared of me. So you can't blame me for all of this you know.
You can't.
But Potter of course has the Weasley clan to love him, and of course that ugly mud-blood too. Honestly I don't know what he sees in those people. Maybe he has something for pathetic dolts like them.
Nah, he would be with me then. She would be with me then.
It's not my own bloody fault the odds are against me. I didn't choose to be a Malfoy. I didn't choose to be a bastard, contrary to popular belief. And now, I won't be able to choose my future. I am to get the dark mark in 2 weeks. Who would be able to love a deatheater?
Not even her.
So here I am, Draco Malfoy, pining away over Ginny Weasley. I've barely touched my mashed potatoes or chicken, and she's just getting up to leave with the dream team. She and Potter laugh about something, and he puts an arm around her slender and lovely shoulders. Her face turns a furious shade of red before they walk off together. I feel as though my heart just shriveled up and died. I should've known. But why Potter? I mean, he's so bloody thick for not noticing her until now. He has everything I've ever wanted….friends, girls.....love. But that's ok.
It's ok.
It's not as if true love is all that special right? I mean, I got along just fine all of my life without it, and when I get the mark, I won't have time for silly little things like love.
Right?
Well I might as well leave, everyone's left already. *Sigh* Father will be expecting an owl from me today. Might as well do it now. I also have a potions essay, but I don't need to do it. As I head up to the dorms I actually see Ginny, she gives a heated glare before she walks past me. Ouch. I guess this love thing's going to be harder to forget than I thought. But I'll do it.
*Sigh* No I won't.
But honestly, why would a deatheater need love? I don't need Ginny. I don't need her touch, or her kiss…..I don't need her love.
OK Malfoy, keep telling yourself this and one day you'll actually believe it. *snort*. Whatever. Goodnight.
Intro-Draco loves Ginny, but this is slightly one-sided, slightly since we don't know of Ginny's feelings for Draco.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything!!! This is sad, composed of my own feelings. Enjoy!
Draco's POV
It happened that fateful day when I saw that damn Potter at Flourish and Blott's taking a picture with Lockhart. I was doing a bloody good job of insulting him, until that Weasley brat stepped in. God, Potter had it good. Correction-HAS it good. I can't see what the bloody big deal is; he's just a bloody prat with an ugly scar on his ugly face. Of course, it's not ugly to her. I bet she thinks it's cute or something. I wish she thought I was cute.
Damn Potter.
But she doesn't, and it's all that sod ding Potter's fault. Saving her life during her first year at Hogwarts didn't exactly help either. I was supposed to save her. I was supposed to be her one true love. But I'm not.
Damn Potter.
I see her sitting at dinner, all by herself, trying to be included in the wonderful threesome. Her pathetic ness is some what cute. At least to me it is. Reminds me of myself. *Sigh* God she is beautiful. I know what you're all thinking; since when did bloody sod ding Malfoy become a softie? Since her you freaking bastards. How was I supposed to know what I was getting myself into that day? How was I supposed to know I would fall in love?
I didn't.
And you know why? Because I've never known love. My father doesn't give a jack's ass about me, and I bloody well know it. My own mother is scared of me. So you can't blame me for all of this you know.
You can't.
But Potter of course has the Weasley clan to love him, and of course that ugly mud-blood too. Honestly I don't know what he sees in those people. Maybe he has something for pathetic dolts like them.
Nah, he would be with me then. She would be with me then.
It's not my own bloody fault the odds are against me. I didn't choose to be a Malfoy. I didn't choose to be a bastard, contrary to popular belief. And now, I won't be able to choose my future. I am to get the dark mark in 2 weeks. Who would be able to love a deatheater?
Not even her.
So here I am, Draco Malfoy, pining away over Ginny Weasley. I've barely touched my mashed potatoes or chicken, and she's just getting up to leave with the dream team. She and Potter laugh about something, and he puts an arm around her slender and lovely shoulders. Her face turns a furious shade of red before they walk off together. I feel as though my heart just shriveled up and died. I should've known. But why Potter? I mean, he's so bloody thick for not noticing her until now. He has everything I've ever wanted….friends, girls.....love. But that's ok.
It's ok.
It's not as if true love is all that special right? I mean, I got along just fine all of my life without it, and when I get the mark, I won't have time for silly little things like love.
Right?
Well I might as well leave, everyone's left already. *Sigh* Father will be expecting an owl from me today. Might as well do it now. I also have a potions essay, but I don't need to do it. As I head up to the dorms I actually see Ginny, she gives a heated glare before she walks past me. Ouch. I guess this love thing's going to be harder to forget than I thought. But I'll do it.
*Sigh* No I won't.
But honestly, why would a deatheater need love? I don't need Ginny. I don't need her touch, or her kiss…..I don't need her love.
OK Malfoy, keep telling yourself this and one day you'll actually believe it. *snort*. Whatever. Goodnight.