A/N: Well, here it is. My story. This is my first one, so be gentle. Also, reviews are appreciated, flames are not. This is rated R. You have been warned. This story is based on the song She Will Be Loved. And it is very short. Sorry.

Disclaimer: The characters in the story do not belong to me, they belong to the wonderful JK Rowling. The song lyrics do not belong to me. They belong to Maroon 5.

Chap. 1

Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else

Ginevra Weasley. His Ginny. Five foot, four inches, slender, flaming red hair, and chocolate-colored, blood-shot eyes. Every time he saw her, those gorgeous eyes were stained red. She always came running to him, and he was always there waiting for her. He would drop everything to help her.

I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I've had you so many times but somehow
I want more.

She always wound up here. Every time. Ginny always got into her little red Roadster and screamed over to his house. She didn't know why. Most of the time, she couldn't even remember why they were friends. Maybe it was because she suppressed those memories. They were supposed to be enemies. But here she was, going to Malfoy manor every time she and Harry had a spat.

I don't mind spending every day
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay a while
And she will be loved
She will be loved

He looked down at the redhead who was sobbing into his lap. "Ginny? Shhh… It's ok, Gin. What did he do this time?"

She sniffed and opened her mouth to speak, but promptly burst into fresh tears. Draco thought she would have been all cried-out by now. He held out a glass of water and she accepted it gratefully.

"I'm sorry, Draco. It's just-"she sniffed again. "It's just that I came home from work and found Harry- found Harry in bed with- with another girl!"

"What?" Draco roared, "That bloody bastard! I'll castrate him! You've not even been married for a year! The Boy-Who-Bloody-Lived, indeed!"

"No, Draco. That's not even the worst part…" She began to sniff and cry again.

"You mean there's more? What could possibly be worse?"

"It was- oh, Merlin- it was Hermione."

"That mudblood filth! Where's my wand? I'm going over there right now. I'll teach that prick a lesson once and for all." Draco was trying to push off the sofa, but Ginny wouldn't budge.

"No, Draco. She's already gone. She left right before I kicked Harry in the balls," Ginny grinned. "Can I stay here for a while? I think it'd be best if Harry and I separated for a while."

Draco wanted nothing more than for Ginny to stay with him. It's just because I want her safe and away from that arrogant, abusive jack-ass, he told himself. "Of course you can stay here! There's plenty of extra space. Which wing would you like? I'm in the North Wing, so there's the East, West, or South. You name it, and it's yours."

"Draco, could I have a room near yours? I don't want to be alone at a time like this."

"Of course! Anywhere you'd like, Gin."

"Thanks. I should probably go home and get my stuff from Harry's."

Draco began to protest.

"Alone, Draco. Harry doesn't know where I go when we fight, and I'd prefer it stays that way. I don't know what he'd do if he found me."

"Fine. Just be careful. You know Harry isn't afraid to hit you."

"Draco, you know I'll be fine. Harry knows I'm not afraid to hit back." Ginny flashed a quick grin at Draco. "You know, you sound exactly like Ron."

The disgusted look on Draco's face strengthened Ginny as she drove to the place she used to refer to as home.