Written
in the Stars
A/N: This is a my first
songfic!! WoW!! Well, this is based off the song, "Written in
the Stars," from the play, Aida. It is a
WONDERFUL play and I recommend you go and see it. Or at least buy the CD J. This is a D/G fic. Please R/R!!!
Thanx!!
Disclaimer: I don't own
the song, "Written in the Stars." The lyrics
were written by Tim Rice and the music was written by Elton John. So, they basically own them. Whoever purchased the rights to them owns
them. Not me. Get it??
Got it?? Good!!
Ginny
peeked out of the shadows. She stared at
the back of a man with wispy blonde hair.
'Life isn't fair!' she thought her eyes almost tearing. 'It was never my choice for my family to be enemies
with his.' She walked past the blonde
man without turning her head to look at him.
Suddenly she stopped and turned to look at him. Standing still with a calm look on her face
she slowly opened her mouth.
*I am here to tell you
we can never meet again
Simple really, isn't
it? A word or two and then
A lifetime of not
knowing were or how or why or when
You think me or speak
of me and wonder what befell
The someone you once
loved so long ago, so well*
"We can't meet
again. Ever. It's too dangerous. Someone might find out," Ginny spoke the
words slowly, almost painfully, as though a knife was stabbing her heart every
time she uttered another word. "I don't
think we should converse, either. It
wouldn't be a good idea except for the usual teasing bit every once in
awhile." Ginny slightly smiled
remembering the way 3 months before she was teased by her loved one almost
every day. The blonde man flinched as
though he could read her thoughts and the very idea of teasing her now seemed
outrageous.
*Never wonder what I'll
feel as living shuffles by
You don't have to ask
me and I need not reply
Every moment of my life
from now until I die
I will think or dream
of you and fail to understand
How a perfect love can
be confounded out of hand*
Draco sighed
inwardly. He knew his love with this Weasley
was too good to last. He remember what
life had been three months before Ginny had entered his life: bleak, miserable,
and dull. Draco wasn't naïve enough to
believe that his relationship with a Weasley would be welcomed with both
families, but he had never imagined the day it would all end. No more small smiles during the day, no more
laughter, no more scintillating conversation, no more secret good night kisses,
it would all be gone in a matter of minutes.
No one would care anymore; for him, at least. He knew Ginny would always be surrounded by
people who were attracted to her beautiful, bright smile and sunny
personality. He would always remember
her. It's usually hard to forget first
love and Draco wasn't going to be stupid and try to forget her or his love for
her. He knew she could never be
replaced. No matter what, even if it
didn't work out, he would always love her.
*Is it written in the
stars?
Are we paying for some
crime?
Is that all that we are
good for
just a stretch of
mortal time?
Or some god's
experiment
in which we have no
say?
In which we're given
paradise
but only for a day*
Draco looked upward to
gaze at the stars. Three months had
seemed like a short, small day, but every minute was paradise. Even now, just by being with her he was
refreshed. He remember the day where he
thought he would never fall in love. He
thought no one could really, truly care for him. He was wrong.
Ginny cared for him. And she was
all he could ever ask for. Gradually, he
felt a sudden burst of fury coming on.
Everything was so unfair. It's
all a horrid trick. Someone's idea of
fun by playing with fate. He combed a
hand through his hair thinking of love and not understanding it. How could something so perfect not be able to
last forever?
*Nothing can be
altered, there is nothing to decide
No escape, no change of
heart, nor any place to hide*
Things are in stone
now. Nothing can be changed. 'I shall be fine in the end,' thought Ginny
fiercely. But in her heart she knew she
would not be fine. She knew she could
never change the way she felt about him in her heart. He will always have a place. But they must ignore their feelings and must
keep living and keep pretending nothing had ever happened.; seeing each other
at school wouldn't change their expressions at all; they addressed each other
as 'Malfoy' and 'Weasley' now. There is
nothing left to decide, the decision is already made and there is no escape or
any place to hide.
*Oh, you are all I'll
ever want, but this I am denied
Sometimes in my darkest
thoughts I wish I'd never learned
What it is to be in
love
And have that love
returned*
Draco looked intently
at Ginny. He watched her voluminous red
hair, blow silently in the wind. He saw
her chocolate brown eyes shift from side to side and finally rest on the
ground. He observed how she entwined her
fingers together repeatedly, a gesture to indicate nervousness. He loved her; every single part of her. Her naivety, her sweetness, her need to take
care of others, her need to be taken care of…they all made her perfect. Draco needed Ginny. 'Though,' he thought as he stared at the
sparkling, blue lake, 'sometimes I wish Ginny had never come into my life and I
wish I'd never opened my heart open to her.
I wish I'd never known how sweet love can actually be because I know
I'll spend the rest of my life looking for a love like this, but knowing I'll
never find one. I wish she never said
she loved me; at least then it might have been easier. But she didn't and now it's hard.'
*Is it written in the
stars?
Are we paying for some
crime?
Is that all that we are
good for
just a stretch of
mortal time?
Or some god's
experiment
in which we have no
say?
In which we're given
paradise
but only for a day*
Ginny sauntered over to
Draco, her eyes wandering. When she was
right in front of him her eyes finally rested on him. She leaned over and kissed him on the
cheek. "I will always love you," she
murmured. Draco opened his eyes,
stunned. Ginny smiled faintly and began
to turn away. Draco mumbled "Good
bye." He, too, turned away walking away
from the only woman he had ever loved in his life. The future was already starting to look
lonely for the pair of lovers
.
