Note: This just came to me one day. I always wanted to write a G/D fic. Review. Tell me what you think. And give me some ideas for some new stories. And who I should pair with who.
Diclaimer: That characters in this story belong to the awesome writer JK.
Where I want to go.
"Umayim Genavim Yimtaku . . . And forbidden waters taste sweetest. . ."
Ginny was crying. It wasn't a sob of pain, or hurt. It was a cry that had been building up for fourteen years now. For four years at Hogwarts school she had endured all this. She stared out at the lake in front of her. She watched the sun settle beyond the horizon and she sobbed again. Did no one care? They all treated her like a baby. Ron had to make sure that she wasn't ever alone. Today he had seen her talking to a Ravenclaw fourth year. He had pulled her away and had given her such a talking to, that she had wrenched herself out of his grasp and ran away. To here. To think. To brood over the way all her older brothers treated her. They all loved her. So much that they forgot that love sometimes means letting go. That if they really loved her they'd let her alone and stop watching her 24/7. She was sick of it. And no one even understood her.
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Why? Why was he given the fate he had been given? Why was he born into a house of such evil? Why did everyone think, like father like son, therefore causing him to be forced to live up to his reputation? Draco Malfoy strode through the forbidden forest angrily. It was so unfair. He didn't deserve it.
His father had introduced him to Voldemort over the summer. The Dark Lord had looked at him proudly and said, "We will surely see many great things out of you. I'm sure you will become one of my most ardent followers, and be of great help in ridding ourselves of all the mud bloods, and taking power from all the muggle loving fools. With a father like yours how can you be any different?"
With a father like his. That was it. His father who had shown him no love. Lucius Malfoy had always said to him, "Draco my boy. There is no such thing as love. Love is something good. Where I strive to go, there is no good or bad. There's just power." Well what if he didn't strive to go there? Maybe he wanted to know what it meant to love or be loved. Though he still had a sarcastic personality he didn't want to be bad. He angrily strode towards the lake intending to sit down and try to think out his problems. But something stopped him. He saw it. Even from his good fifteen feet away he could see that red head. It was like a ball of fire, with the sun shining on top of it.
As Draco moved closer he saw the face that belonged to that head. It was a very beautiful one. Milky white skin, big brown (?) eyes, and a perfectly shaped mouth. But the face was sad now. No, angry. He saw the anger in her eyes as hot tears poured out. His father had always been very outspoken about his hatred for the Weaselys. So Draco had never really looked at this girl ahead of him. It wasn't like he had always seen her around. He hadn't. But he knew that if he had he would've known her by now. There was something about her that pulled him towards her. He wanted her to know the real him. The person he really wanted to be. So he stealthily walked towards her and gently lowered himself down beside her.
When Ginny looked up and saw who had settled near her, she became white with fear. Because Lucius had been the one who gave her the secret diary, any Malfoy reminded her of that terrifying time. So when she looked up and saw who was sitting there, fear pierced through her grief. She quickly got up and tried to run. But Draco blocked her.
"Get off me, you bastard! Get off! Let. Me. Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" The last word came out as a long drawn out scream. Draco looked at her intensely. Ginny struggled.
"I'm not going to touch you, Ginny." He sneered at her. "I'm not stupid enough to do something crazy in full view of anyone passing by."
"Then what do you want?" Ginny looked defiant. It made her look even prettier.
I want to kiss those red lips of yours and hold you tight. "I want to know why you are crying?" His voice became soft suddenly. "Are you okay?"
Ginny looked at him shocked. Draco Malfoy being concerned? This must be a trap. As she looked at him ready to shoot back a reply and try once again to make a run for it, she noticed him. His white blond hair. His pale, yet handsome face. His silver eyes that spoke of years of intense pain. She stopped quite suddenly and stared into his eyes. She felt a feeling inside of her that she had never felt before. Draco stared back. Ginny felt for the first time a love that wasn't protective. She experienced a feeling that said, I like you. But I won't like you so much that I'll make you do and be what I want, rather what you want. And all the years of frustration and pain spilled out. She burst into tears and let her whole life spill out to this boy who was supposed to be her enemy.
"My whole family treats me like a baby." She said bitterly. "Just because I am the youngest. They each think they can and will mold me to be what they want. Not what I want. Why can't they just let me be? Why can't Ron let me talk to a boy, without investigating his background and deciding if he likes him? It's my life. If I want to ruin it, I can. Why don't they just let me be happy and learn and experience what's right and wrong instead of just telling me what to do?" Ginny looked spent after that long tirade. But she then turned to him and said slowly, "And why don't you tell me why you have a look of such pain in your eyes?" Draco sucked in a breath. No one had ever cared to ask him what hurt him. So he answered. He told her how he was forced to be what he was not. And that everyone thought he was evil. But he didn't want to be.
"Ginny. Don't let people boss you around. You are your own personality. Listening to what others tells you to do, only hides the real you under a disguise. But Ginny Weasely is too special to be hidden under a cloak of mystery. Don't let it be."
"I won't." And she looked into his eyes again. This was one boy her whole family would kill her for dating. She'd have to keep it a secret. And the fact that it was forbidden made it all the more appealing to her. She had found in the boy she had hated, today, a person who knew intense suffering. Someone who was also being forced to be what he didn't want to be. But by him it would effect many others. Lives would be the price of this pressuring.
Draco looked into those eyes alight with a fire he had never seen before. A spirit that would force herself on. " No matter what others say or wish," Her eyes seemed to say, "I won't let them stop me this time. I will love you forever." Draco pulled up her head, and felt her arms entwine themselves around his neck. He brought his mouth over hers and kissed her with a passion he had never felt before. He sensed her mouth open slightly, and let his tongue inside. He explored the hidden crevices of her mouth and tasted her sweetness. Ginny did the same. Her tongue intertwined with his, and they didn't pull apart for a long time. Their kiss was filled with a yearning for a devotion that would not make them something they didn't want to become. They finally pulled apart and Ginny whispered, "I love you." Draco felt something in him he had never felt before. It was love. And he father was right. It was Good. But he was wrong also. Because it was where he wanted to go.