Power
Summary: [Draco x Ginny] There is only power, and those too weak to seek it.
A/N: This is really weird. It's basically my Draco/Ginny theory (which can be found in its entirety on my LiveJournal) in story form. If you'd rather not read my LiveJournal to find the theory, I can email it to you if you email me. My address is on my bio page; don't mention this in your review because I don't check them.
Draco has some awesome opinions, no? I completely agree with him, and I bet you do, too.
Written late at night; present-tense.
Power
The last thing she feels before blacking out is pain. Excruciating pain; oh-so-terrible; her leg is bleeding and her eyelids lower and she slides into darkness…
And she's awake; a familiar face dances before her unfocused eyes and she rubs them as to get a better look. And then she wishes that she hadn't.
"Well, well, well," an icy voice chuckles, and Ginny closes her eyes again, but it's too late; he's already seen her fear.
"What have we here?" the voice continues, and Ginny opens her eyes yet again and sees him smirking at her. "Are you hurt, you poor, poor thing?" And Ginny knows that he's mocking her, and she hates him even more now.
"Now, don't look at me like that," he mock-pleads. "Poor little girl; you need help, don't you?"
"Not from you," Ginny hisses through gritted teeth. But oh, her leg hurts so badly and she really would love some help…
"Why would you want to help me, anyway?" she asks threateningly, searching his eyes for an answer. And he smiles a devilish smile and Ginny hopes that he decides not to reply.
"Conversation," he says-lies-and oh, there's blood everywhere now and he's standing in it but he doesn't seem to care…
"Why me?" she asks.
"Why not?" he returns, extending his hand to Ginny. "Take it; it's that simple…"
"You're evil," she whispers viciously, and he lifts a foot out of the blood, examines the shoe, and puts it back down.
"Oh, to the contrary," he objects, quite good-naturedly. "If I were evil, I'd be out killing everything in sight, now wouldn't I? But I'm not. And I'm saving you, or trying to, at least, so doesn't that redeem me?"
"You're despicable," Ginny spits; "you liar; deceiver; vile, evil creature…"
"Not evil," he corrects again, silver eyes dancing. "No, not evil; perhaps you're evil for making me stand here and wait for you to give in; perhaps Dumbledore's evil for killing all of those people on my side; perhaps we're all evil."
"We are not," Ginny snaps.
"Oh, but we are," Draco returns mirthfully. "We are! Nobody's perfect; don't you agree?" Ginny nods weakly, finding it terrifying that she's agreeing with her worst enemy.
"Good," he says with the arrogant composure of someone who knows that he is right. "We're all evil; no one expects anything more of us. Now, take my hand; we've talked more than enough for now." And oh, there's so much blood now… And she can barely keep her eyes open and the blood is pooling and this evil man's hand looks so much like salvation… And, against her better judgment and the teachings of her family for decades, Ginny reaches up and grasps Draco Malfoy's outstretched hand. And he grasps hers back just as hard.
{End}