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Her soft curls fell past her shoulders as they sat looking out across the lake. As it was late the evening moonlight shone on the murky waters reminding Draco of her sparkling brown eyes, the wind that rustled through the leaves that were hanging loosely in the trees reminded him of the way they had danced barefooted only a moment before. Draco turned his head to watch her as she stared across the lake smiling to herself; beauty radiated from every inch of her body and a flood of emotions swept over Draco unbeknownst to the silent woman beside him. He moved even closer to the Weaslette, her silky auburn hair tickled his shoulders as she glanced at him. His breath caught as she stared deep into the cold grey eyes of someone who needed to be loved desperately, not of someone who got a thrill from the suffering of others. In Ginny's eyes he would never willingly harm a fly or a living human being, in her eyes Draco Malfoy was a tortured soul not a mean spirited Slytherin.
Draco smiled lovingly at the flame haired woman resting in his arms; she was the only person that really understood the many layers of him. He gently kissed the top of Ginny's head as she watched a single white butterfly skim the top of the lake before fluttering away.
"I love you, Ginevra Molly Weasley."
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