a/n: I sat down to write some nice, fluffy D/G but it turned into whatever this is.
I should never write when I'm depressed...
disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Sorry to disappoint.
Don't go fixing what's b r o k e n, boy
{ It only leads to trouble }
This all could have been avoided if you just kept your dick in your pants.
Maybe you don't think that it's your fault, even if everyone knows that it totally is. Maybe you think that just because you're a Malfoy that you can fuck any girl with long creamy legs and luscious locks. Maybe you think that it was all Mudblood Granger's fault because if she didn't want to get busy with you than she would have worn a skirt that went past those fucking delicious thighs of hers.
She didn't ask for it, Malfoy. She said no and you just didn't hear her.
You hurt more than just a mublood, Draco. Don't you see her crying? Don't you see the littlest Weasley ( your girlfriend ) with the tear trails staining her freckled cheeks and the puffy red framing her hateful eyes?
You hurt her, Malfoy. You cheated on her with her best friend! You're a terrible person! You're a... rapist.
She comes at you one night with her ginger hair crackling with electricity and her eyes narrowed. She's up in your face, screaming.
"You foal, loathsome, evil little cockroach!" She shouts, beating at your chest with her tiny little fists. Her tears glisten in the moonlight and you're too caught up in her beauty to really understand what she's saying. Pretty, pretty Ginny. She's so beautiful, you know. You're lucky to have a girlfriend as sweet as her.
You catch her face in your hands, smirking down at her, "You're so cute when you're angry.
She spits in your face.
You laugh, but it's so cold and sadistic that a shiver shoots down her spine.
"You're a monster."
"If I am a monster, then what are you for loving me?" You ask, smirking that terrible smirk of yours that lures girls in like a moth to a spiderweb. That's what you are, a spider. Ginny's not a moth, though. Ginny's a pretty little butterfly and – damn – she is fighting so hard to get away from your lies.
"I don't love you." Ginny whispers, trying to convince herself more than trying to convince you.
"Everyone does, darling." You murmur, and then your lips are on hers and her hands are tangling in your hair.
You think she tastes like butterbeer and sunshine.
She thinks you taste like Hermione, Pansy, and a little bit of that little girl named Astoria.
It doesn't take long before everything kicks in and she pushes you away like you're on fire, her mouth opening to scream but absolutely nothing coming out.
"Just stay away from me." She means to snarl but it sounds more like a desperate plea.
"I can't do that, Ginny." You purr, reaching out and interlocking your pinky fingers. You pull her closer, "I care about you."
"Bullshit."
You frown, "I'm going to fix this, Ginny. You're going to forgive me."
"Don't try to fix what's broken, Malfoy." Ginny whispers as you close in on her, the scent of your cologne enveloping her senses and making her judgments hazy.
You kiss her and she lets herself fall into everything that you are.
That's when the spider injects its lethal poison into the beautiful monarch. She doesn't fight him.
