A/N: This is for the DG Forum's 100 Days, 100 Drabbles challenge. A pretty risky thing for me to take up, considering my lack of life, but I can't seem to avoid the fun.

The challenge is to write 100 drabbles in 100 days. The chapter title is the prompt for that day. This will mostly be Draco/Ginny, but I might include something else later on.

Anyway, so thanks to my split-second decision that I would take part, I just saw the first prompt and typed this up. I've had a bit of a problem writing lately, and when I thought of 100 drabbles, and the prompt "New", I thought I should start with how I feel, essentially, nearly every DG grows. Hope it's enjoyable!

The first time he kissed her, it had been like a fire burning him, melting him, turning him to quivering jelly that suddenly trembled from too much emotion. He realized he cared.

He wanted to know. He was afraid.

"What do you think?" he'd asked her evenly, hiding his uncertainty, hope.

"It's...different," she'd murmured, "new." And her eyes had glanced up at him, dancing, melting chocolate, broken through his every wall, reached out and prodded his dormant, cold heart.

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The tunnels he'd been sucked into by her were new. The roads he travelled, hoping they'd lead to her, were new. The skies he flew past, the clouds he swooped through, chasing her. Nothing was familiar, but they all made him feel like he was walking into bright light turning him to gold.

That terrifying abyss he thought he'd sink into, the iron hold of fear in his heart, every time he thought he might lose her...he wasn't used to that, either.

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"I've killed," he'd said harshly, as blood blurred around them, a tornado of screams and cruel light. "I've killed, tortured...I..."

"I know." She gazed up at him with eyes that were liquid chocolate, strong and beautiful. "It's nothing new."

He'd thought he'd lost her. Of course he had. Every thing in the world, every thing he counted on and hoped for...

Then she'd stood on her toes, pressing her lips to his in a fiery, broken kiss. "It doesn't make a difference, though," she'd breathed, her voice cracking. "You still make me feel like I shine. And that's always new to me."

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Hostile eyes from every corner, each whispered word he heard stinging his years. Smoke clouded every pore of light, smoke stained by red that swirled all around him, blinding him, suffocating him.

But out of nowhere, he caught a flash of fiery red, catching the sunlight, and she was in his arms, warming him, and she was gazing up at him fiercely.

"I love you," she said.

And it was new.

A/N: 382 words, not including the AN. Please review!