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Authors Note- Arg, I'm SO pissed, this damn computer totally messed up when I tried to upload this document and freaking deleted it from my disk, so now, I have to re-write it. Sorry if it's not too fantastically good. I'm just mad. *smashes computer with baseball bat* Oh and thanks for the reviews, everybody!!! Yay!
Chapter Fourteen
Ginny stared at it for a moment, her brain not really registering what she was seeing. Draco, standing in the middle of the room combing his hair, followed her gaze and immediately lunged for the paper, flinging his comb across the ground. But Ginny was quicker than that; she sprang forward and snatched it, leaping across the bed and holding it to her face to read it. Her eyes widened with anger.
"What's this, Draco?" she shrieked, her eyes scanning the parchment, taking in the tally marks, dates and girls names.
"Nothing!" he shouted, trying to pry it out of her fingers. It ripped clean in half and he stuffed his half in his pocket, his face coloring, but she had seen all that she needed to.
"Nothing?" she yelled, waving the scrap in his face. "This is just what Pansy told me about! This is the paper! You're such a damn liar, Draco!" Her eyes were flashing and guilt pulled at Draco's heart.
"No, Ginny, you're wrong. That paper..that paper has nothing to do with what Pansy said. I promise, Ginny. It's just a.."
"Oh, don't insult me!" she spat, storming over so that she was standing in front of him. Despite her rather short height, she looked considerably taller, because of the way her hair was clouding around her face like fire, and the way her eyes were glinting, making her look like some kind of maniac. "I am NOT a fool! That is your..your whore-sheet, Malfoy! I don't believe that you could have possibly sunk that low to do something like that." She shook her head in disgust, her eyes suddenly welling with tears.
"Ginny, no, I-"
"Do you take pleasure in this, Malfoy? Do you like making me cry? Do you like lying to me, continually telling me that you love me when that's all fucking bullshit? God!" She threw the paper down with all the force she had, but it just fluttered to the ground. She stepped on it, grounding it into the carpet. "I hate you!" she shrieked. He winced; words like that were harsher than just cusses. "I hate you, I hate you, I HATE you! You have no right do that!"
"Look, Ginny, fine. I'm sorry. Yeah, that was the paper, I admit it..but what is it do you?" She stared at him, her great big brown eyes now overflowing with tears.
"Fine. If that's how you want it, that's okay with me. I'm past caring about the way you feel about me, I shouldn't have even trusted you. I should have known." And with that, she whirled around and began walking towards the door. Then Draco lunged forward, grabbing her shoulder and twisting her around. She shrieked with surprise.
"No! You can't go down into the Common Room, you're a Weasley-" Oh dear, that was the wrong thing to say. She made a sound of disgust, looking terribly shocked.
"I'm a Weasley? Oh! I get it now, Malfoy!" she spat. "I'm a Weasley, and if I go marching down into that Common Room, everyone will see me! And they'll know that Draco Malfoy had actually sunk that low as to associate or even--god forbid-- sleep with her! It'll ruin your reputation!" She stopped and suddenly began laughing; a high-pitched, slightly hysterical laugh that made Draco take one step back from her.
"Ginny, no, don't go down in there. I just don't want..I just don't want-"
"Well too bad! I've suffered enough pain for one night, Malfoy, but I think you deserve a little more." With that, she reached forward and grabbed the door handle, pulling it open. But Draco grabbed her arm and jerked it back, with such force that the door went flying open. She screamed and he shoved her away, shutting the door with a bang and locking it quickly. She fell to the floor with a thud.
"Don't even think about moving, I think it's you that deserves a little more, coming in here and insulting me," he said, slowly and quietly. She sprang up and lunged for the door again, now terror filling her eyes as well as anger. But he grabbed one of her arms and twisted it behind her back, pulling her onto his chest. She screamed and he pushed her forcefully onto the floor, so that he was sitting on top of her, pinning her down. She couldn't move.
"You'll regret this!" she suddenly yelled. He stopped wrenching at her wrists and smirked.
"I will, will I?"
"Yes, you will! You'll marry some awful Slytherin bitch who's all cold and who doesn't love you, who just wants you for your money! Then you'll regret leaving me here, then you'll regret hurting me! That's just the kind of person you are, Malfoy. You're just like your father. You don't care about the way other people feel, you just.." She stopped, not able to continue, and suddenly burst into hysterical tears. He stared at her for a moment, looking slightly shocked, the hard look in his eyes softening. He got off of her slowly and lifted her up, dumping her onto the bed. She curled up, sobbing into her knees.
"Ah, Ginny, sorry, I.." he twisted at his hands, uncomfortable; he hated it when girls cried around him, and he hated apologizing. She sniffled loudly and looked up at him.
"You're really sorry?" He nodded. "Well I don't believe you!" she shrieked, and a whole new wave of tears ripped at her throat and she began to cry again.
"Why don't you believe me?"
"Because I have no reason to, you just lie to me! You don't love me, you're just using me for my..womanly assets," she said, squirming. He tried to keep his face straight.
"What can I do to prove that I love you?" he asked, actually wanting to know the answer.
"Kiss me," she said, in barely above a whisper. He raised his eyebrows.
"Excuse me? Haven't I done that enough in the past months?" She giggled suddenly, that familiar smile adorning her pink lips.
"Well sure you have, Draco, but not for real. I want you to kiss me like you mean it." He laughed suddenly and leaned forward, one of his perfect eyebrows arching.
"Whatever you say," he murmured, before pressing his lips to hers. The kiss was utterly perfect. It was everything that she had imagined a kiss of true love to be, whether this was true love or not. His lips moved from hers onto her cheeks, her nose, her closed eyelids, then back to her mouth. She sighed peacefully and he pulled slowly away. "How was that?" he asked, smirking despite himself.
"Perfect," she whispered.
"Now, to bed?" he asked, grinning. She laughed and got up on her knees so that she was almost the same height as him.
"No, Draco, not now, I'm terribly sorry. Maybe next year or something." He sighed, disappointed. He had really thought that it would happen.
"Ah, well, as you wish, my dear." He leaned forward yet again and pressed her down onto the bed; she giggled into his ear as her head nestled into a pillow. He moved around so that he was directly on top of her, and pressed his face into the mass of curly, cinnamon-red hair in between her shoulders and neck. He breathed in the sweet aroma; it smelled sweet, like flowers, but not overpowering, like Pansy always was. She sighed peacefully, her graceful fingers slowly running through the hair on the top of his head.
After a peaceful period of time, he rolled away so that he was lying next to her, but she wriggled around so that her head was resting on his chest. He grinned to the ceiling. He turned off the lights with a wave of his wand and she slowly began to drift off into sleep, her head rising and falling with the movements of his chest. Though he tried, he couldn't fall asleep. He was thinking, his mind plagued by one single thought. What would he do with Ginny in the future?
It was true, he had grown to love her. He loved the way she laughed, the sparkle in her eyes, the beauty of her red hair. He loved her vulnerability, and, pathetically, her weaknesses that made him feel and seem all the stronger. But, he was going to become a Death Eater. It wasn't just something that people wondered about, if he was going to join his Lord. It was a fact. Draco was going to follow in the footsteps of his father and become a great Death Eater, one of the most faithful to his Lord. Voldemort (he wasn't afraid of saying the name, most future Death Eaters weren't) was going to recognize him as one of the few Death Eaters who would follow him anywhere, whether it would lead him into Azkaban, or even death. He would stay strong.
But he had only one year left of Hogwarts, and Ginny had two. It was going to be painful, him leaving after graduation, and her staying there without him. He would live, his heart was now immune to pain from girls, or so he assumed. But he doubted that she would do so well. He sort of assumed that she now leaned o him for protection and support. Well, maybe not support, but certainly for protection, as he had learned the night of the Yule Ball. But he was going to miss her. He really would.
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The rest of the school year passed uneventfully, with their relationship not going anywhere past the ordinary. He explained to her how he pretty much had a fate, how he couldn't ignore the future for him as a Death Eater, and, surprisingly, she accepted it without complaint or discouraging. Perhaps she just knew that it wasn't like he was going to change for her. He couldn't do that, he was a Malfoy, no matter how she didn't want to admit it.
At the end of the year, they parted for the summer, with a secret little meeting out on the grounds. Ginny was tearful and sentimental, kissing him repeatedly, as though not wanting to let go, as if she was uncertain if she would ever find another true love after this. But Draco stayed strong and silent, forcing himself not to melt for her, in the summers heat. He felt as though his heart was bleeding, but he didn't let it show.
Draco did promise Ginny that he would send her as many owls as he could, secretly, and that they would keep in touch. Well, he didn't keep his promise. Though he did send Ginny some beautiful and expensive jewelry that looked lovely on her for her birthday, he didn't send her a single owl. It was as though he wanted to forget her.
Ron forgave Hermione, after a series of heart-wrenching (and in Ginny's eyes, rather pathetic) apologies on Hermione's part, and when she swore that she would never see Robbie again. Ron believed hr, of course, because Robbie had graduated that year, and it wasn't like they would still keep in touch. Ginny was surprised that Harry actually lived through the day that he had to say goodbye to Cho, on her graduation day. It looked as though Harry would just explode with wild tears right there as he watched her go. But anyone could see that it wasn't exactly goodbye for them; they would keep in touch. After all, they did pretty much swear their everlasting love to each other. Harry stayed half of the summer with the Weasleys and half of it with Sirius, and Hermione came to the Weasleys only for the past two months. Ginny didn't really mind, now that she and Ron were past their actual girlfriend and boyfriend stage.
But it was true, the summer did change Draco and Ginny. When the school year started, she saw him occasionally in the halls, and she would smile at him, hoping to be recognized, or even dragged off somewhere for a kiss. But he would just stare distantly down at her, his icy eyes refusing to break and show any kind of emotion. It hurt Ginny, to realize that she had pretty much been forgotten, that he didn't want to pursue anything with her. But she had to accept it. She had to move on. And she did, they both did. Draco yet again had his share of Slytherin whores, and Ginny completely opened up to Will, and he was proud of her, it seemed that he cared more about her than anything else. But still, his gaze would haunt her, and she would remember the times that they had together. But then, she would remember what she was to him.
She was just a memory.
THE END
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Authors Note- Okay, majorly sucky ending, I'm really sorry, and I'll admit it. Yeah, that was the end of the entire story. Agh, that was really stupid. But you know what? I have some news for you. THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL. Yes, that's true, folks, there will be. I've already written the first two chapter, but, I need to confer with K-K, my advisor on these sorts of things, such as their occupations and such. So..yes, don't flame, but you can review. Just remember, there will be a sequel. Chant that in your head now, yes, good job. Chant with me. There will be a sequel...there will be a sequel...there will be a sequel...
Hahus, Hahus, Hahus. (which is how you say Ha in latin. Hahaha.) Review!! ~Clare
Authors Note- Arg, I'm SO pissed, this damn computer totally messed up when I tried to upload this document and freaking deleted it from my disk, so now, I have to re-write it. Sorry if it's not too fantastically good. I'm just mad. *smashes computer with baseball bat* Oh and thanks for the reviews, everybody!!! Yay!
Chapter Fourteen
Ginny stared at it for a moment, her brain not really registering what she was seeing. Draco, standing in the middle of the room combing his hair, followed her gaze and immediately lunged for the paper, flinging his comb across the ground. But Ginny was quicker than that; she sprang forward and snatched it, leaping across the bed and holding it to her face to read it. Her eyes widened with anger.
"What's this, Draco?" she shrieked, her eyes scanning the parchment, taking in the tally marks, dates and girls names.
"Nothing!" he shouted, trying to pry it out of her fingers. It ripped clean in half and he stuffed his half in his pocket, his face coloring, but she had seen all that she needed to.
"Nothing?" she yelled, waving the scrap in his face. "This is just what Pansy told me about! This is the paper! You're such a damn liar, Draco!" Her eyes were flashing and guilt pulled at Draco's heart.
"No, Ginny, you're wrong. That paper..that paper has nothing to do with what Pansy said. I promise, Ginny. It's just a.."
"Oh, don't insult me!" she spat, storming over so that she was standing in front of him. Despite her rather short height, she looked considerably taller, because of the way her hair was clouding around her face like fire, and the way her eyes were glinting, making her look like some kind of maniac. "I am NOT a fool! That is your..your whore-sheet, Malfoy! I don't believe that you could have possibly sunk that low to do something like that." She shook her head in disgust, her eyes suddenly welling with tears.
"Ginny, no, I-"
"Do you take pleasure in this, Malfoy? Do you like making me cry? Do you like lying to me, continually telling me that you love me when that's all fucking bullshit? God!" She threw the paper down with all the force she had, but it just fluttered to the ground. She stepped on it, grounding it into the carpet. "I hate you!" she shrieked. He winced; words like that were harsher than just cusses. "I hate you, I hate you, I HATE you! You have no right do that!"
"Look, Ginny, fine. I'm sorry. Yeah, that was the paper, I admit it..but what is it do you?" She stared at him, her great big brown eyes now overflowing with tears.
"Fine. If that's how you want it, that's okay with me. I'm past caring about the way you feel about me, I shouldn't have even trusted you. I should have known." And with that, she whirled around and began walking towards the door. Then Draco lunged forward, grabbing her shoulder and twisting her around. She shrieked with surprise.
"No! You can't go down into the Common Room, you're a Weasley-" Oh dear, that was the wrong thing to say. She made a sound of disgust, looking terribly shocked.
"I'm a Weasley? Oh! I get it now, Malfoy!" she spat. "I'm a Weasley, and if I go marching down into that Common Room, everyone will see me! And they'll know that Draco Malfoy had actually sunk that low as to associate or even--god forbid-- sleep with her! It'll ruin your reputation!" She stopped and suddenly began laughing; a high-pitched, slightly hysterical laugh that made Draco take one step back from her.
"Ginny, no, don't go down in there. I just don't want..I just don't want-"
"Well too bad! I've suffered enough pain for one night, Malfoy, but I think you deserve a little more." With that, she reached forward and grabbed the door handle, pulling it open. But Draco grabbed her arm and jerked it back, with such force that the door went flying open. She screamed and he shoved her away, shutting the door with a bang and locking it quickly. She fell to the floor with a thud.
"Don't even think about moving, I think it's you that deserves a little more, coming in here and insulting me," he said, slowly and quietly. She sprang up and lunged for the door again, now terror filling her eyes as well as anger. But he grabbed one of her arms and twisted it behind her back, pulling her onto his chest. She screamed and he pushed her forcefully onto the floor, so that he was sitting on top of her, pinning her down. She couldn't move.
"You'll regret this!" she suddenly yelled. He stopped wrenching at her wrists and smirked.
"I will, will I?"
"Yes, you will! You'll marry some awful Slytherin bitch who's all cold and who doesn't love you, who just wants you for your money! Then you'll regret leaving me here, then you'll regret hurting me! That's just the kind of person you are, Malfoy. You're just like your father. You don't care about the way other people feel, you just.." She stopped, not able to continue, and suddenly burst into hysterical tears. He stared at her for a moment, looking slightly shocked, the hard look in his eyes softening. He got off of her slowly and lifted her up, dumping her onto the bed. She curled up, sobbing into her knees.
"Ah, Ginny, sorry, I.." he twisted at his hands, uncomfortable; he hated it when girls cried around him, and he hated apologizing. She sniffled loudly and looked up at him.
"You're really sorry?" He nodded. "Well I don't believe you!" she shrieked, and a whole new wave of tears ripped at her throat and she began to cry again.
"Why don't you believe me?"
"Because I have no reason to, you just lie to me! You don't love me, you're just using me for my..womanly assets," she said, squirming. He tried to keep his face straight.
"What can I do to prove that I love you?" he asked, actually wanting to know the answer.
"Kiss me," she said, in barely above a whisper. He raised his eyebrows.
"Excuse me? Haven't I done that enough in the past months?" She giggled suddenly, that familiar smile adorning her pink lips.
"Well sure you have, Draco, but not for real. I want you to kiss me like you mean it." He laughed suddenly and leaned forward, one of his perfect eyebrows arching.
"Whatever you say," he murmured, before pressing his lips to hers. The kiss was utterly perfect. It was everything that she had imagined a kiss of true love to be, whether this was true love or not. His lips moved from hers onto her cheeks, her nose, her closed eyelids, then back to her mouth. She sighed peacefully and he pulled slowly away. "How was that?" he asked, smirking despite himself.
"Perfect," she whispered.
"Now, to bed?" he asked, grinning. She laughed and got up on her knees so that she was almost the same height as him.
"No, Draco, not now, I'm terribly sorry. Maybe next year or something." He sighed, disappointed. He had really thought that it would happen.
"Ah, well, as you wish, my dear." He leaned forward yet again and pressed her down onto the bed; she giggled into his ear as her head nestled into a pillow. He moved around so that he was directly on top of her, and pressed his face into the mass of curly, cinnamon-red hair in between her shoulders and neck. He breathed in the sweet aroma; it smelled sweet, like flowers, but not overpowering, like Pansy always was. She sighed peacefully, her graceful fingers slowly running through the hair on the top of his head.
After a peaceful period of time, he rolled away so that he was lying next to her, but she wriggled around so that her head was resting on his chest. He grinned to the ceiling. He turned off the lights with a wave of his wand and she slowly began to drift off into sleep, her head rising and falling with the movements of his chest. Though he tried, he couldn't fall asleep. He was thinking, his mind plagued by one single thought. What would he do with Ginny in the future?
It was true, he had grown to love her. He loved the way she laughed, the sparkle in her eyes, the beauty of her red hair. He loved her vulnerability, and, pathetically, her weaknesses that made him feel and seem all the stronger. But, he was going to become a Death Eater. It wasn't just something that people wondered about, if he was going to join his Lord. It was a fact. Draco was going to follow in the footsteps of his father and become a great Death Eater, one of the most faithful to his Lord. Voldemort (he wasn't afraid of saying the name, most future Death Eaters weren't) was going to recognize him as one of the few Death Eaters who would follow him anywhere, whether it would lead him into Azkaban, or even death. He would stay strong.
But he had only one year left of Hogwarts, and Ginny had two. It was going to be painful, him leaving after graduation, and her staying there without him. He would live, his heart was now immune to pain from girls, or so he assumed. But he doubted that she would do so well. He sort of assumed that she now leaned o him for protection and support. Well, maybe not support, but certainly for protection, as he had learned the night of the Yule Ball. But he was going to miss her. He really would.
~*~*~*~*~
The rest of the school year passed uneventfully, with their relationship not going anywhere past the ordinary. He explained to her how he pretty much had a fate, how he couldn't ignore the future for him as a Death Eater, and, surprisingly, she accepted it without complaint or discouraging. Perhaps she just knew that it wasn't like he was going to change for her. He couldn't do that, he was a Malfoy, no matter how she didn't want to admit it.
At the end of the year, they parted for the summer, with a secret little meeting out on the grounds. Ginny was tearful and sentimental, kissing him repeatedly, as though not wanting to let go, as if she was uncertain if she would ever find another true love after this. But Draco stayed strong and silent, forcing himself not to melt for her, in the summers heat. He felt as though his heart was bleeding, but he didn't let it show.
Draco did promise Ginny that he would send her as many owls as he could, secretly, and that they would keep in touch. Well, he didn't keep his promise. Though he did send Ginny some beautiful and expensive jewelry that looked lovely on her for her birthday, he didn't send her a single owl. It was as though he wanted to forget her.
Ron forgave Hermione, after a series of heart-wrenching (and in Ginny's eyes, rather pathetic) apologies on Hermione's part, and when she swore that she would never see Robbie again. Ron believed hr, of course, because Robbie had graduated that year, and it wasn't like they would still keep in touch. Ginny was surprised that Harry actually lived through the day that he had to say goodbye to Cho, on her graduation day. It looked as though Harry would just explode with wild tears right there as he watched her go. But anyone could see that it wasn't exactly goodbye for them; they would keep in touch. After all, they did pretty much swear their everlasting love to each other. Harry stayed half of the summer with the Weasleys and half of it with Sirius, and Hermione came to the Weasleys only for the past two months. Ginny didn't really mind, now that she and Ron were past their actual girlfriend and boyfriend stage.
But it was true, the summer did change Draco and Ginny. When the school year started, she saw him occasionally in the halls, and she would smile at him, hoping to be recognized, or even dragged off somewhere for a kiss. But he would just stare distantly down at her, his icy eyes refusing to break and show any kind of emotion. It hurt Ginny, to realize that she had pretty much been forgotten, that he didn't want to pursue anything with her. But she had to accept it. She had to move on. And she did, they both did. Draco yet again had his share of Slytherin whores, and Ginny completely opened up to Will, and he was proud of her, it seemed that he cared more about her than anything else. But still, his gaze would haunt her, and she would remember the times that they had together. But then, she would remember what she was to him.
She was just a memory.
THE END
~*~*~*~*~
Authors Note- Okay, majorly sucky ending, I'm really sorry, and I'll admit it. Yeah, that was the end of the entire story. Agh, that was really stupid. But you know what? I have some news for you. THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL. Yes, that's true, folks, there will be. I've already written the first two chapter, but, I need to confer with K-K, my advisor on these sorts of things, such as their occupations and such. So..yes, don't flame, but you can review. Just remember, there will be a sequel. Chant that in your head now, yes, good job. Chant with me. There will be a sequel...there will be a sequel...there will be a sequel...
Hahus, Hahus, Hahus. (which is how you say Ha in latin. Hahaha.) Review!! ~Clare