I Knew You Were Trouble

Disclaimer and A/N: If it's familiar, I don't own it. If it's lyrics from "I Knew You Were Trouble" from Taylor Swift's new album, I don't own it. Written for HPFC Taylor Swift 'Red' Challenge. Set after Deathly Hallows but before the epilogue. AU and slightly OOC. Draco/Ginny.

Twenty-one-year-old Ginny looked down at the parchment. All the words seemed to flow together just the way she wanted. Satisfied with how she'd worded things, she sent her boyfriend a letter she should've sent three years ago, when they'd first gotten together. She folded the letter, sealed it, and scrawled an address on it that would hopefully get her owl to the right place

She got up and went over to her screech owl, Athena, and attached the letter to her leg before letting Athena fly away.

Draco Malfoy, aged twenty-four as of six days ago, looked up as he heard the screech of an owl outside the windows of Malfoy Manor . Startled, he looked out the window and saw Athena.

He gulped. He hoped Ginny'd sent him good news. He went over, detached the letter from Athena's leg, and sent the screech owl on her way.

He made his way from his bedroom window to his study before cracking open the seal.

He scanned over the letter.

Dear Draco,

I remember the night we first met after the war was over. It was at The Three Broomsticks and I was pretty soused. If I remember correctly, so were you. One thing led to another that night, and we ended up kissing.

For three weeks after I couldn't believe that you'd quit caring I was a blood traitor. I thought you'd abandoned your pureblood supremacy ways for good. I didn't care that night at Neville's party, when people found out. They pointed, they stared. But we didn't give them a second though as we snogged in a corner.

My friends, and my brothers, were worried that I'd gone mental. They said I didn't love you. They said you were trouble, a git, and a prat. At the time, I didn't care because I thought that I loved you.

But now, looking back, I knew that you were trouble when you walked in the door of The Three Broomsticks. For three years, I put up with your carefree ways, your dragging me down the wrong path a time or two.

I should've known not to trust the Slytherin Prince. But I did. I was foolish, stupid, and in love with the boy I saw.

That all changed the night that Ron nearly got killed by a Muggle car last month. I was devastated, worried for my brother's sake. I needed a shoulder to cry on, I needed someone to be there for me. I needed strength. I needed support. I needed you.

You weren't there for me. Not when I needed you most.

If I need somebody to love and just hold me, I doubt you'd be there. As such, I'm doing what I should have done ages ago. The thing that inspired me was Ron's release from St. Mungo's three days ago.

We're over, Draco Lucius Malfoy.

There. I said it. It took me three years to do it, but I said it. We are through.

Sincerely,

Ginerva Molly Weasley

P.S. I heard about what happened with Pansy at Zabini's party last month. You should've said no to her, but your weakness wouldn't let you. I hope you're happy with your choice.

Draco put the letter down. So that was how things were going to end. He knew he deserved it.

He knew that he'd lost himself.

She knew he was trouble.

He knew she was trouble.

He knew they couldn't work.

Please don't forget to R&R!