A Decision Of The Heart
by a-broken-heart-still-beats
Disclaimer: My first attempt at Ginny/Draco, but my brill mate fodmonkey said I should put it up, so this one goes out to her. I don't own any of the characters you recognise, but the plot is mine (if anyone has done this already let me know, I don't want to offend anyone). If you sue me, you can have my collection of old school jotters. It's all I own. The huge, non-existant profits I am making from this story will all go towards buying pressies for me and my invisible oompa-loompa friend Fred, and possibly the SSPR (Scottish Society for the Protection of Rachaels). Read, Review, and most importantly, Enjoy!
I can remember it so clearly. The rough stone against my back, the cold wind on my face, his hands grabbing at me. That was the day that changed my life forever. And my knight in shining armour. How ironic. Of all people, it was him who helped me, excepted me for who I am. And for that one night, we are bound together. Something that runs deeper than love, hate, deeper than the gulf between our families. At first we tried to deny it, but it was inevitable. Fate brought us together, just as it ripped us apart again. So stick around for a while, and I'll tell you a story.
It had all worked out so perfectly. Ron had finally plucked up the courage to ask Hermione to the Yule Ball, and Harry had told me I was going with him, and I had nobody else so I didn't bother argue. No matter how hard I seemed to try, I was just 'Weasley's little sister' to everyone. But I decided that on the night of the ball I was going to amaze them all, make them wonder why they didn't notice me before. If only I'd known, I'd never have gone.
I looked stunning. I'm not one to fish for compliments, but I truly looked beautiful that night. Madame Malkin had really excelled herself with my new dress robes. The money was a present from Fred and George, who had plenty to spare with the success of their joke shop. I gave a little twirl, admiring the rustle of my full skirt. These were the latest style, more like Muggle dresses than anything. Mine was shoulderless, but with full sleeves, in a beautiful sea-green colour, and low enough to show just the right amount of cleavage. My hair was pinned up with a few loose tendrils framing my face, and a small dusting of glitter. Parvati and Lavender had done my makeup for me, just a little foundation with lipstick to start with, but they then decided to do my eyes as well. And I was amazed. They had added a light eyeshadow, a very pale silver, with a touch of eyeliner and mascara to 'emphasise my eyes' as they put it.
I slipped on my matching shoes and began to descend into the common room with the rest of my dorm-mates. I spotted Harry, looking nervous and gorgeous. His bottle-green robes brought out his vivid eyes, and he had tried desperatly to flatten his hair, without much luck. I smiled slightly at him, and he gave me a quick wave. I was besotted with him, so much that I couldn't see what lurked beneath his wonder-boy exterior. But I learned the hard way, a lesson I will never forget. As they say, never judge a book by it's cover. Or in my case, never judge evil by it's disguise.
I was having the time of my life. Everyone had said how nice I was looking, even people I had never met before. Harry had watched on jealously as I danced with several other boys, not just from Gryffindor but from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff as well. I laughed and drifted over to the punch table where Harry poured me a drink, scowling at anyone who tried to ask me for another dance. A slow dance came on as I finished my punch, and Harry led me out into the swirling masses of other couples.
He placed his arms round my waist and I put mine round his neck. Why didn't this feel right? I had waited so long for this, but I was just the wrong height, slightly too short to lean on his shoulder. He held me very close, his hands creeping down slowly. The song ended and I pulled away quickly.
"Lets go for a walk." I said breathlessly. Harry nodded in eager anticipation, and we headed out the doors. Why had it felt so uncomfortable to be that close to him? I walked faster and faster, like I was trying to get away from him, but he followed me, like a tiger stalking its prey. I reached the doors that led to the garden and pushed them open. I glanced round and found a concealed bench and quickly sat down. I tried to calm myself. This was Harry, my brother's best friend. He wouldn't do anything to me.
I inhaled sharply as I felt his hot breath on the side of my neck. Go away! I pleaded silently, but he began to kiss me, his breath hot and ragged. I got up, but he forced me back down and turned me to face him. He smiled slightly, the moonlight destorting his familiar features. He bent his head to kiss me, crushing his lips against mine, forcing his tongue through my clenched teeth. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen! I fought against him, but what chance did I have? He tugged at my clothes roughly, not caring about the tears streaming down my face, soaking his hand that was covering my mouth. I tried to push his hands away from my skirt, but he swatted them away and quickly undid his belt. That was the exact moment I knew I would never be able to trust anyone again. I tried to scream for help, but none came.
He finished quickly and stood up, rebuttoning his trousers as he did so. His eyes, those beautiful deep pools of emeralds, gave me a look that is normally reserved for something one of Hagrid's creatures threw up, and he left. I pulled my knees up to my chest and sat on the ground, crying softly. I had been used, and I felt horribly dirty. I was unfit to be in the company of other people, because I was stained. It was worse than being possessed by Voldemort. I had fufilled my purpose, and now Harry had simply tossed me aside like rubbish. Because that's all I was to him. My perfect night was spoiled, my life shattered. And it was all the cause of one boy.
I watched Pansy's pathetic attempts at subtle flirting, but my mind was elsewhere. I had agreed to go on this walk with her for obvious reasons, but there was no love behind it. Every time we slept together, it made me despise her even more, because she knew but still hoped she could change me. Yet what future did I have? To get the Dark Mark when I graduated, and go on to serve Voldemort. I had no wish to do this, but I had been promised to the Dark Lord before I was even concieved. I knew my mother cried over this, but I had long ago learned to shut out these emotions, to surround myself in a wall of ice.
Pansy was telling me something, but I had no idea what it was. I looked up to see Potter striding out from behind a large unicorn-shaped bush, and Pansy gave me a worried glance and fled after him. This was odd. I stood up gracefully and slowly and made my way over to where The-Prat-Who-Defeated-Voldemort-But-Can't-Brush-His-Hair had just come from. I heard a noise, like someone crying, and I was even more intrigued (A Malfoy would never be curious, it's highly un-Malfoyish). I stepped round the large greenery to see the Weaslette sitting on the ground crying. I was just about to make a cutting remark when I noticed several things at once. Her dress was ripped and rumpled. Her wrists were red, where someone had been gripping her. Her face was covered in tears, glittering in the moonlight. She was scared, more scared than I've ever seen her.
I reached out to touch her gently on the shoulder, because she seemed unaware of my presence. She looked up at me, her beautiful eyes wide with fear, her pupils enormous, making her whole eye seem black. Emotions swirled in them. Pain, hurt, and fear. But I think that fear is not a strong enough word to describe it. Terror. Yes, terror is what was so prominent in her eyes. I knew immediatly it was something to do with Potter. The Weaslette backed slowly away, seemingly unable to take her eyes off me.
I knew what had happened here. I hadn't even noticed her ripped underwear lying on the ground a few feet away, but I had felt the exact same when I had been abused. Worthless. I was beaten by my father for years, yet I had learned to deal with it, to block out the pain. But she had always been so trusting, hadn't she? Never thought someone like Potter would do that to her. You would think she'd have learned back in her first year, but no. She shuddered and another tear slid down her smooth cheek. Without thinking, I reached up and unfastened my cloak and draped it round her shoulders. She jumped as the fabric made contact with her skin, but she grasped at it and pulled it over her, letting out a shuddering sigh.
I sat down on the bench behind her. I don't know why I did it, but I knew she needed help, and as far as I was aware I was the only person who could know what she was feeling. I was drawn to her, in some way I couldn't explain. And it would cost me something it took me so long to find. Love.
Well, there you go, my first chapter. As always reviews are appreciated, but I do have a request: no flames please. I would like costructive critisim from people, otherwise I won't be able to improve. I did try not to make Harry too evil, or Draco too good, because that would just defeat the point. I don't know if this is the most original idea, but I swear I haven't deliberatly copied anyone! Ideas, suggestions, whatever, please put them in, and if you would like to recieve an email when I update this then let me know in your review.
by a-broken-heart-still-beats
Disclaimer: My first attempt at Ginny/Draco, but my brill mate fodmonkey said I should put it up, so this one goes out to her. I don't own any of the characters you recognise, but the plot is mine (if anyone has done this already let me know, I don't want to offend anyone). If you sue me, you can have my collection of old school jotters. It's all I own. The huge, non-existant profits I am making from this story will all go towards buying pressies for me and my invisible oompa-loompa friend Fred, and possibly the SSPR (Scottish Society for the Protection of Rachaels). Read, Review, and most importantly, Enjoy!
I can remember it so clearly. The rough stone against my back, the cold wind on my face, his hands grabbing at me. That was the day that changed my life forever. And my knight in shining armour. How ironic. Of all people, it was him who helped me, excepted me for who I am. And for that one night, we are bound together. Something that runs deeper than love, hate, deeper than the gulf between our families. At first we tried to deny it, but it was inevitable. Fate brought us together, just as it ripped us apart again. So stick around for a while, and I'll tell you a story.
It had all worked out so perfectly. Ron had finally plucked up the courage to ask Hermione to the Yule Ball, and Harry had told me I was going with him, and I had nobody else so I didn't bother argue. No matter how hard I seemed to try, I was just 'Weasley's little sister' to everyone. But I decided that on the night of the ball I was going to amaze them all, make them wonder why they didn't notice me before. If only I'd known, I'd never have gone.
I looked stunning. I'm not one to fish for compliments, but I truly looked beautiful that night. Madame Malkin had really excelled herself with my new dress robes. The money was a present from Fred and George, who had plenty to spare with the success of their joke shop. I gave a little twirl, admiring the rustle of my full skirt. These were the latest style, more like Muggle dresses than anything. Mine was shoulderless, but with full sleeves, in a beautiful sea-green colour, and low enough to show just the right amount of cleavage. My hair was pinned up with a few loose tendrils framing my face, and a small dusting of glitter. Parvati and Lavender had done my makeup for me, just a little foundation with lipstick to start with, but they then decided to do my eyes as well. And I was amazed. They had added a light eyeshadow, a very pale silver, with a touch of eyeliner and mascara to 'emphasise my eyes' as they put it.
I slipped on my matching shoes and began to descend into the common room with the rest of my dorm-mates. I spotted Harry, looking nervous and gorgeous. His bottle-green robes brought out his vivid eyes, and he had tried desperatly to flatten his hair, without much luck. I smiled slightly at him, and he gave me a quick wave. I was besotted with him, so much that I couldn't see what lurked beneath his wonder-boy exterior. But I learned the hard way, a lesson I will never forget. As they say, never judge a book by it's cover. Or in my case, never judge evil by it's disguise.
I was having the time of my life. Everyone had said how nice I was looking, even people I had never met before. Harry had watched on jealously as I danced with several other boys, not just from Gryffindor but from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff as well. I laughed and drifted over to the punch table where Harry poured me a drink, scowling at anyone who tried to ask me for another dance. A slow dance came on as I finished my punch, and Harry led me out into the swirling masses of other couples.
He placed his arms round my waist and I put mine round his neck. Why didn't this feel right? I had waited so long for this, but I was just the wrong height, slightly too short to lean on his shoulder. He held me very close, his hands creeping down slowly. The song ended and I pulled away quickly.
"Lets go for a walk." I said breathlessly. Harry nodded in eager anticipation, and we headed out the doors. Why had it felt so uncomfortable to be that close to him? I walked faster and faster, like I was trying to get away from him, but he followed me, like a tiger stalking its prey. I reached the doors that led to the garden and pushed them open. I glanced round and found a concealed bench and quickly sat down. I tried to calm myself. This was Harry, my brother's best friend. He wouldn't do anything to me.
I inhaled sharply as I felt his hot breath on the side of my neck. Go away! I pleaded silently, but he began to kiss me, his breath hot and ragged. I got up, but he forced me back down and turned me to face him. He smiled slightly, the moonlight destorting his familiar features. He bent his head to kiss me, crushing his lips against mine, forcing his tongue through my clenched teeth. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen! I fought against him, but what chance did I have? He tugged at my clothes roughly, not caring about the tears streaming down my face, soaking his hand that was covering my mouth. I tried to push his hands away from my skirt, but he swatted them away and quickly undid his belt. That was the exact moment I knew I would never be able to trust anyone again. I tried to scream for help, but none came.
He finished quickly and stood up, rebuttoning his trousers as he did so. His eyes, those beautiful deep pools of emeralds, gave me a look that is normally reserved for something one of Hagrid's creatures threw up, and he left. I pulled my knees up to my chest and sat on the ground, crying softly. I had been used, and I felt horribly dirty. I was unfit to be in the company of other people, because I was stained. It was worse than being possessed by Voldemort. I had fufilled my purpose, and now Harry had simply tossed me aside like rubbish. Because that's all I was to him. My perfect night was spoiled, my life shattered. And it was all the cause of one boy.
I watched Pansy's pathetic attempts at subtle flirting, but my mind was elsewhere. I had agreed to go on this walk with her for obvious reasons, but there was no love behind it. Every time we slept together, it made me despise her even more, because she knew but still hoped she could change me. Yet what future did I have? To get the Dark Mark when I graduated, and go on to serve Voldemort. I had no wish to do this, but I had been promised to the Dark Lord before I was even concieved. I knew my mother cried over this, but I had long ago learned to shut out these emotions, to surround myself in a wall of ice.
Pansy was telling me something, but I had no idea what it was. I looked up to see Potter striding out from behind a large unicorn-shaped bush, and Pansy gave me a worried glance and fled after him. This was odd. I stood up gracefully and slowly and made my way over to where The-Prat-Who-Defeated-Voldemort-But-Can't-Brush-His-Hair had just come from. I heard a noise, like someone crying, and I was even more intrigued (A Malfoy would never be curious, it's highly un-Malfoyish). I stepped round the large greenery to see the Weaslette sitting on the ground crying. I was just about to make a cutting remark when I noticed several things at once. Her dress was ripped and rumpled. Her wrists were red, where someone had been gripping her. Her face was covered in tears, glittering in the moonlight. She was scared, more scared than I've ever seen her.
I reached out to touch her gently on the shoulder, because she seemed unaware of my presence. She looked up at me, her beautiful eyes wide with fear, her pupils enormous, making her whole eye seem black. Emotions swirled in them. Pain, hurt, and fear. But I think that fear is not a strong enough word to describe it. Terror. Yes, terror is what was so prominent in her eyes. I knew immediatly it was something to do with Potter. The Weaslette backed slowly away, seemingly unable to take her eyes off me.
I knew what had happened here. I hadn't even noticed her ripped underwear lying on the ground a few feet away, but I had felt the exact same when I had been abused. Worthless. I was beaten by my father for years, yet I had learned to deal with it, to block out the pain. But she had always been so trusting, hadn't she? Never thought someone like Potter would do that to her. You would think she'd have learned back in her first year, but no. She shuddered and another tear slid down her smooth cheek. Without thinking, I reached up and unfastened my cloak and draped it round her shoulders. She jumped as the fabric made contact with her skin, but she grasped at it and pulled it over her, letting out a shuddering sigh.
I sat down on the bench behind her. I don't know why I did it, but I knew she needed help, and as far as I was aware I was the only person who could know what she was feeling. I was drawn to her, in some way I couldn't explain. And it would cost me something it took me so long to find. Love.
Well, there you go, my first chapter. As always reviews are appreciated, but I do have a request: no flames please. I would like costructive critisim from people, otherwise I won't be able to improve. I did try not to make Harry too evil, or Draco too good, because that would just defeat the point. I don't know if this is the most original idea, but I swear I haven't deliberatly copied anyone! Ideas, suggestions, whatever, please put them in, and if you would like to recieve an email when I update this then let me know in your review.