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"I Hate you"
"I know..."
Easy words, easy to say, but hard to make true.
They were sitting beside the lake, the world quiet around them. The sky was speckled with stars, some dying out, some being reborn, but all tiny little lights spread out before them. They were sitting close, barely touching but unable to not feel the other beside them.
It was difficult to stay away, but even harder to be together. It had to end, whatever they had together, which wasn't much. They'd come out here hoping to talk, hoping to say the words which were all too true. The passion had sizzled and sparked between then, and now it was melting away into sadness, and longing.
Each were lost in the past, thoughts of kisses, caresses, meetings in towers and class rooms. Nights spent lusting and hating. It was so simple before, the truth of the matter was that they had been two star crossed lovers, breaking all the rules. At first it had been a game between them, she had wanted more. She had wanted the danger that he represented, she had wanted one last taste of the darkness before she returned to the light like the good little girl she was. She had picked him and his sneer, and his smirk and the way he made her blood boil in rage and then in something else.
He had been amused by her at first, then he'd caught the glint in her eyes and he'd seen her fire and he'd been willing and able. It was nothing but a chance to be rid of the monotony, the boredom. She had been far more entertaining than the golden trio. She'd bit back with such venom that he was mesmerized. She fought dirty, and knew all the right things to say to make him think of her as something else than just a poor little Weasley. She was witty and beautiful and something inside her had answered to his darkness.
But all that was over now, somewhere it had stopped being a game and became something more, something that neither of them could have, that neither wanted to have. They each had their own lives, different lives, no one would understand, but more importantly neither of them wanted anyone else to know, before perhaps they wouldn't have minded, but now. Now it had to be a secret.
They made each other vulnerable. She made him care, and he made her love the darkness. They had to follow the scripts that had been made for them, they couldn't break the rules anymore, it wasn't their plot. They were insignificant but they still would not work.
Besides they hated each other after all. It was so simple, so disgustingly simple.
They'd been sitting together for hours, the night covering them, swallowing them up. But they could see that the sun was slowly climbing, beginning a new day. All night they'd never looked at each other, and they wouldn't look now. Not now when it was time to leave and never look back.
Giny sighed, stood, looked up at the fading night sky and walked away, never looking back, regreting every step that brought her farther and farther away from him. It had to end, even if it didn't, it would never last, so she walked away.
Draco stared out and the lake, watched as little ripples reflected light. He listened as she sighed, as she stood, as she walked away. He wanted to kiss her one last time, beg her to stay, but he knew he couldn't, that they shouldn't, it was over. Then he stood up and started walking back to the castle. He saw the last sparkle of red as Ginny entered the school. But he must have been imagining her voice on the wind.
Her sweet remorseful words, " I hate you..."
To which he whispered bitterly, "I know," because he did know, he hated himself, and he hated her too. They were both walking away, giving up, forgetting.
And that is that, there isn't anymore.