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He thinks I don't see it, but I do.
I always do.
They think I'm loud and vapid and full of laughs. Just a blur of red hair and immeasurable energy.
But I'm more than that. We're all more than that.
He's more than his father's son. More than archaic prejudices. She's more than her books. More than unachievable ideals.
Opposites: that what they were.
Gold and Silver.
Red and Green.
Romeo and Juliet.
But I could've been his Juliet. His Cleopatra. His Isolde.
I wasn't though, because underneath that layer of hate, bickering, and the cliché of "opposites attract!" you have to have something in common. With me, he's just ice, because I'm always fire. He's logic and I'm passion.
With her, well...they balanced each other out, didn't they? With her, he could be 50% logic, 50% passion and she was the rest. He fought for his inheritance and she fought for her elf rights. He loves Nietzsche, she loves Aristotle.
They both love their damned books and their ancient Runes texts.
They both love their debates about the politics of our new world.
They both love black coffee. No cream. No sugar. I was the one who always took extra sugar and cream in mine.
They both loved their truths the same way. With no preambles and no sugar-coatings.
And the saddest thing? These minute detailed wouldn't have counted a bloody knut if they didn't care so much about each other.
They were the two smartest people I knew. The deepest people I knew. Yet they were so stupid when it came to matters like these. So when he came by and asked me if I was free that night, I shoved away the cocktail he held out. (It was a Flaming Circe. He had remembered my favorite). I took his hand and led him past the dessert table: back to her.
So what if he could've been mine?
So what if we could've been good together?
So what if our babies would've had the most beautiful eyes and the brightest hair?
None of it mattered, because they belonged together.
You many know me as many things: loud, vapid, full of unnecessary laughs...but there's one thing you probably didn't know about me.
Ginny Weasley is never selfish.
A/N: I will continue to work on my "Forever Firsts" drabble collection. However, inspiration just struck me on the head today and I had to write it down. I was looking online a couple of days earlier, searching for a Ginny/Draco/Hermione love triangle fic. I didn't find a single one. Maybe that's just my bad search engine skills, but really, I expected there to be more, since there are so many Harry/Hermione/Draco triangles! So, if you can't find it, you write it!
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