O.O.S: So, I am aware that I died for the past few months and I am deeply sorry about it. But I figured you all would forgive me with a new chapter! Yeah? Maybe? Cool!
B.I.S:
Disclaimer: I have tried, but failed at owning anything having to do with Harry Potter and J.K. Rowling.
Rating: T-M. You know, the usual.
Unexpected
Chapter 9:
Done For
Draco's P.O.V:
I had never really understood what it was like to not get what I wanted 24/7. My entire life, I pretty much got whatever I had requested, my family having money and being who we were and all… It was just… a common thing I suppose, to be completely spoiled. I remember one time specifically when I was 8. I was in a candy shop with my father and there was this little boy whom had taken the one piece of candy that was left that I had wanted. It wasn't my favorite candy. Nor was it even the best. All I knew was he had it and I wanted it. The story ends with the boy getting a black eye and terrible bloody nose and me with the candy. This is a childish example, but it's an entirely decent one.
My mother was also the biggest spoiler. I was her beautiful 'son'. Sometimes I wondered if I had siblings if I would have turned out differently. Though of course, less attention on me would have ended in a riot.
I got what I wanted. Simple as that.
Had I known this was such a rare commodity in the real world, I would have tried a lot harder to be a selfish bastard my whole life.
By some strange miracle or curse, Ginny Weasley had come into my life, and her not talking to me, which I should have enjoyed, almost killed me. I felt helpless. Something I loathed feeling. Ever since I could really remember, except in some cases when Potter was involved, I was in control.
I always had the upper hand… Especially in relationships.
Pansy Parkinson is the perfect example.
At Hogwarts in my 6th year, whenever I was particularly stressed out with my quest, I could get her to blow me by simply telling her how beautiful and not fat she was compared to Hermione Granger.
Though of course, as I previously stated, Pansy was an easy lay… Though sometimes, I figured she loved me and that was the reason.
Whatever it was, it was really her funeral…
When Ginny Weasley was concerned… I wasn't.
I will admit, we were almost in a 'relationship'. A fake one, but after a while it seemed almost real by the habit of it... As disturbing and confusing as it was.
But of course, I was never the one in control.
It would be an understatement to say this drove me mad.
But, the night she came to my flat, seeing her was almost like my life had gone back to normal. I had meaning again and the meaning was her. The emptiness I felt disappeared. I had… feelings. Real ones I had forgotten I could have.
When she left, I knew I had disappointed her. Cheated her in a sense. This almost sent me off a cliff.
This is when she started ignoring me. This is when I realized.
She'd gotten to me.
I was done for.
I couldn't lie anymore.
A Malfoy gets what he wants. And for whatever reason, feeling, Potter, the deal. I now wanted Ginny more than I could even say.
Five days passed until I heard back from her. I had never opened a note as quickly as I had that one.
"Draco-
Most of the guests and other family members are coming to The Burrow on the 26th to start rehearsing and celebrating the horrid event. I'll meet you then at your place at 9 AM sharp.
- Ginny"
I still had it… I hadn't lost her yet. But I still had to wait three more days.
The next few days felt like years. Endless. Pointless. Irrelevant.
I awoke at 7 on the 26th and prepared to see her. By 8:30 I was seated in my living room, unable to keep still due to my anticipation.
What if she doesn't come? What if she changed her mind? What if what I done wasn't excusable?
8:33
No she'll come. She has to. She doesn't give up on a deal… Is that what this is to her still? Just the deal?
It couldn't just be that. She had to know there was more now. I knew there was more even if I didn't understand it.
Had this really happened?
Had these fake emotions really become… real?
Was this really not some strange nightmare?
God what time is it?
8:37
"Ugh!" I groaned. Throwing my hands to my face and sliding deeper into my sofa.
The next twenty-three minutes were pure hell. I almost needed a shot of Firewhiskey until at exactly 9AM, there was a knock at my door. It took all my self control to not run to answer the call.
Opening my front door, my heart was like a drum in my chest.
When my eyes met hers, I finally knew it for sure. I was done for. Completely. Irrevocably. Entirely. Emotionally. Specifically.
But I knew, after this was all said and done with, when she was back with Potter, I would be nothing… I would go back to being nothing. A nobody. A loner. A loser. I would loose all sense of direction and purpose.
She'd ruined me in all the best and worst ways possible. I couldn't let that go away. Whatever these feelings were, now that I had tasted them and understood how much better or maybe worse life was with them, I couldn't go back to feeling numb again. Feeling fucking horrible and sick with feelings was better than feeling nothing at all. I couldn't let that happen.
I couldn't fucking live like that anymore.
You wont take something from me again Potter.
"Ginny." I said.
"Draco…"
I almost shivered when she spoke my name.
"You ready?"
"Yes."
I was too. I really was.
It was about time I got what I wanted again.
O.O.S. I am really really really sorry this is so short. But hopefully it is pleasing! R&R please! I love you all!
