A/N: This is dark romance interlude. Somehow I've come to the conclusion that
there could possibly be a Draco/Ginny/Harry triangle, much like the
Severus/Lily/James triangle, hinted at in canon. (well, I don't think JKR ever hinted at it, but I certainly see
that as a definite possibility). So
I've found myself in a Draco mood, not too sure how I got there, but anyway,
this is a Draco/Ginny story. Don't
worry, I'm not leaving my post on the H/G ship, just exploring other avenues
for a bit.
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I see you, Potter. I
see you watching me, you eyes blazing emerald fire. I see you watching her as she cuddles up next to me, her
beautiful hair hanging down her shoulders and back as she feathers the sweetest
kisses down my face, laying her head on my chest. I see the hate in your eyes, Potter; you can't hide it from
me.
You missed your chance, Potter. You know you did. That's
what is killing you inside, isn't it?
You can't stand the fact that I've got the one thing you wanted more
than life. She would have done anything
for you, you know that? She loved you,
and you never noticed her until it was too late. I used to watch her in the Great Hall, staring over at you like
you were the king of the World, perfect little Potter that you were. You never saw the look in her eyes, the love
and emotion filling the brown depths, shining in the candlelight. You were always too busy staring at that Cho
Chang, or that Ravenclaw girl, or talking to the Weasel and his
girlfriend. You could have had her so
easily, yet you never saw what I saw.
You missed your chance.
She's mine now, Potter.
All mine. The looks she once
gave you can't even compare to the ones she gives me. She loves me, like she never loved you, I made sure of that. It wasn't easy, eradicating you from her
memory, from her heart and soul, but I did it, filling the void left with
myself. I know I don't deserve her, but
I'll kill anyone that tries to take her from me. I wake up every morning just to see her smile and I go to bed
with the taste of her on my lips. I'd
rip the moon and stars from the sky at her command. That probably eats at you more than anything, the fact that I
love her so much, and have her love in return.
I feel sorry for you, Potter. I really do. You'll never
know what it's like to see her beautiful smile first thing in the morning,
watch her as she sleeps soundly in the middle of the night, hold her as she
gently weeps, see her eyes light up as she laughs. You won't know how peaceful
it is to sit with her at sunset, watching the fading light cast its purple and
gold glow on her skin. You'll never
experience how incredible it feels to have her snuggle up against you, her
sweet body fit perfectly next to yours and listen to the sound of her heartbeat.
You won't know that she smells as clean as sunshine and lilacs. You will never see her flame red hair spread
out over your pillow or run your fingers through the silken strands. You will never get to hold her in your arms,
hear her sweet cries of pleasure as you slowly enter her, never feel her
burning touch as her small hands caress your naked body, never feel the sweet
pain of her nails biting into your skin.
You won't know that she steals the marshmallows from your hot chocolate
while you aren't looking, that she sings in the shower, and she talks to
herself when she thinks no ones around.
You'll never get the chance to see her belly grow large as she carries
your child, be by her side as she brings it into this world. You won't ever see how age adds shades of
gray into her hair, watch wrinkles mar the perfection of her pale skin, never
get to grow old with her right by your side, surrounded by grandchildren. I really do pity you, Potter. You had your chance. You missed it.
