A/N: This was a quick little fic I did when I was sitting in math lab one day. It only took me about twenty minutes.
By the way, this was inspired by Lord of the Rings. I'm really not sure how, it just was. Maybe it was the idea of Gondor (whose symbol is the white tree) and Mordor (whose symbol is just the color black). Maybe Rohan was in there too (they have the white horse), maybe it was Saruman (who may as well have turned into "The Black) and Gandalf the White fighting each other. I really don't know.
My second Draco/Ginny fan fiction, hope you enjoy it.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of it's characters.
Black and White
He was black and she was white. Metaphorically of course.
His whole family was, his mother, his father, most of his cousins (except Sirius, but he'd never actually met him) and his horrible aunt (his other aunt wasn't, nor her daughter, his first cousin, but he hardly knew them).
Her family was pure, with the exception of the third brother who was tainted with stupidity, her mother, her father and the other five brothers.
The few friends he kept were black, Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy (little bitch she was).
Her countless friends were so incredibly good, Lovegood, Granger, her own brothers and especially Potter.
In that horrible last year, her brightness shone blindingly. She resisted the Death Eaters to the point where they punished her, and still she fought on. She cared for the younger ones when they were hurt, she was a key part in the waiting rebellion.
He rarely spoke to her, but he noticed her, even though there was no possible way she could have noticed him. Her light made radiance made him vanish like shadows did in a room that was suddenly cast into light.
One day some unruly Gryffindor seventh years corned him in the library, their itch for retaliation leading them to use fists instead of wands. He fought against the three boys only half heartedly, which is why he lost.
They reminded him of when he, Crabbe and Goyle had used to corner other students, and he thought that, in a way, it was a kind of justice.
Then she appeared out of nowhere, between him, slumped on the floor, and the three boys who were all taller and stronger than she was, her light shinning more fiercely than ever. She told them to leave or they'd have to deal with her. Her voice did not waver once.
The boys obviously couldn't bring themselves to harm her (if they had, he would have hunted them down later and put every curse he knew on them) so they left.
And when Ginny Weasley turned to him, offering her hand to help him up, Draco Malfoy didn't just see the white light anymore. He saw a dazzling rainbow and felt his own blackness ebbing in the brilliance of her colors
The End
A/N: I still find myself unable to resist this pairing.
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