I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER
The Little Red Notebook
GINNYS POV THE INTRODUCTION
No one really knows this about me, but I love to draw. When I was alone at home, waiting to go to Hogwarts, I would sit out in the garden after going to the Muggle school and just draw whatever came to mind. I really loved art, the idea of making something with my hands. I explored all sorts of mediums and if anyone looked in my trunk they would have seen that I had Hermione put a spell on it so that all that I made and all my art supplies would fit in there.
We ended up sharing a compartment, on the first train ride. Only because the two of us stood out so much, the girl that was going out with Harry Potter, and the boy who had to repeat his last year at Hogwarts after some unfortunate involvement with the Death Eaters. The war was over, had been for a year now. Draco and I had ended up becoming friends after I ran into a dungeon to hide from all the sycophantic bitches and bastards that seemed to want to be around me all the time. I had noticed his beauty, that blond hair those eyes that saw into my soul. I saw it and was inspired, I drew him, painted him everything I could. Sculpted his hands in clay, and I did this and talked to him and we became friends; and slowly, I realized, I didn't want to be with Harry, I loved Malfoy. No not Malfoy. Draco. I did things with Draco that I had done with Harry. We kissed, eventually one time, we made love.
Us. Making love. Harry would disagree, he always called it sex. And that's what it was with Harry, sex just sex, animalistic and crude. But with Draco. With Draco that one time that we did, it more passionate more raw, but still it was loving, he never hurt me, was gentle with me, loved me and loved my body. And what he said to me later, "Gin. You are mine now, I love you and you belong to no one else. You make me clean after the atrocities of the war. I have nothing else anymore, just you. You are all that I have, and I am yours"
When he said that to me it shook me up pretty bad, that's what I was thinking about when the disaster struck. And I was remembering how I had never told him, I loved him too