New
Ginny frowned, a small pucker forming in her brow. Her finger traced the outline of the shape. She knew that her touch would not set off any alarm, and yet she dared not touch the thing directly.
"This is…new," She whispered, careful not to meet Malfoy's eyes. She forced her self to hold back tears whilst she stared at the tattoo. Her eyes slid out of focus, blinded by the chains by which her loved one was bound. Suddenly, she was not staring at a tattoo, but into two gray eyes boring into her own. Malfoy had taken her in his hands, forcing her to meet his gaze. She saw no hope in the eyes, no trace of happiness, only desperation and fear.
"Isn't there anything you can do? Maybe Dumbledore…" She trailed off. He smiled sadly, a fake smile meant to reassure her. It only deepened her worry. "Please, Draco. I won't give up because of some defect on you skin," She assured him, trying to joke it off. But, this was no joke.
He cradled her face in his hands, wondering if anyone but her could possibly want someone like him, someone scarred by evil. "I love you, Ginny. But you need someone new, someone better."
Suddenly, a new ferocity grew in the redheaded lioness, a new power. She wouldn't let him get rid of her that easily. "No," she said plainly, "You're right. I need new, and you will always be something new to me."
And she kissed him. And he kissed her. She pulled him closer, so that even if he tried, he couldn't escape. But she needn't worry, he would never try. And they kissed, and they kissed, and it was new.