Title: One Sentence
Pairing: D/G
Warning: I wrote this when I was very depressed. It has kind of a sad ending. Well, that's if you don't read the second chapter. R/R please!
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Draco
The wind rushed past my ears as the sight
of the alley below began to magnify. This is it. This is the last thing I will
see before I die. Images of my horrible childhood began to flash across my
eyes, my sudden rush to the ground pausing to show me these memories. Then,
when I felt that I would soon hit the ground, I closed my eyes, ready to take
what was coming.
I waited for my body to hit the hard concrete, waited for every one of my bones
to be instantly crushed, but the feeling never came. Instead I felt something
wrap around my stomach and lift me high into the air. Puzzled, I opened my eyes
to watch as I came back up the way I fell, and landed with a hard thump on the
roof of the building. Still confused, I looked back over the edge of the
building, and frowned. When I turned to see who dare stop me from my fate, I
came in contact with furious green eyes.
"You idiot! I cannot believe you were going to do that!" Harry barked at me.
Harry? What the hell? "Since when does Harry Potter care if a Malfoy wants to
take a walk off a building?" I snarled back.
He leaned over, bunching my robes together in his fist, and lifted me till we
were eye to eye. "Since the asshole hurt a good friend of his. I cannot believe
you would do that to Ginny. That you would treat her like that!"
I placed both my hands on his chest, and pushed him away, causing him to
stumble backwards. "She had it coming. She was naive to think that I actually
liked her. You know, just as well as I do, that she's a poor little freckled
face nobody." I laugh snobbishly. Please don't see the mask, please don't know
I'm lying. Please. Ginny doesn't want me, she wants you.
"Then why were you about to take your life over this?"
Damn. I bite my tongue, ready to come back with a smart ass remark as usual.
"What makes you think this has anything to do with her?" I ask cautiously. He
pauses for a second then smiles slightly, which confuses me to no end. What the
hell is he smiling about? Stupid pot boy.
"Lets just say you think loudly."
I mentally kick myself for that. Had I been speaking out loud? How much had he
heard? I move backwards till I can seat myself on the ledge of the building.
Then I lean over and place my head in my hands, wishing that he would just go
away. I can hear him stepping toward me, and I nearly jump when I feel his hand
on my shoulder. "Leave me alone Potter. This is NONE of your business. Go back
to your little fan club." I snap at him, moving that hand of his that dare
touch me. Silence. After about a minute, I began to wonder if he did just that.
If he had left. I cautiously look up, hoping to see the deserted roof top.
Instead I see Harry sitting directly across from me, his face set with a
worried frown.
"Its not like you to beat yourself up over a girl Malfoy. I think your losing
your touch." he said, a slight smile crossing his face. My eyes narrow. Who is
he to think he knows anything about me? He knows shit, that's what he knows. I
watch as he walks over to my broom propped up against a door way, picks it up,
and walks back over to me. "Here. Lets go back and straighten things out." he
says, holding my broom out to me. I took it from his hand and then casually
threw it over the ledge and then threw myself along with it. I had no doubt in
my mind that Potter would try to save me, at least, that was until the ground
began to get really close. After a couple of seconds, I figured he finally let
me be. Let me just do as I wished. I watched as my broom smacked into the
ground, breaking in two perfect pieces. I wondered if that would happen to me. Would
I break into two perfectly formed pieces, my insides a display for all to see.
The thought makes me cringe. Am I EVER going to hit this ground? This drop is a
lot longer than I thought it would be. Just then, when I thought it would never
end, I see him. Flying just under me.
With a roll of his eyes, he moves next to me, then catches me so that I am
sitting on his broom. "Dammit Potter! Leave me alone!" I yell at him and push
myself off the broom, only to fall 2 feet ungracefully onto my bum. I growl,
slamming my fists into the concrete. I stand myself up and try to walk away,
but boy wonder refuses to leave me alone, and decides to fly around me like an
idiot. "What?" I yell angrily. He just smiles and continues to flyin circles
around me. This is REALLY getting annoying. "Fine! Fine! If you promise to stop
doing that, I'll hear you out." I say to him, sounding hysterical even to
myself. I don't think my voice has ever gone that high before.
He slows to a stop in front of me. "Ginny cares for you Malfoy. Why? I'm not
sure. According to her there's more to you than there seems... although I find
that very hard to believe." he tells me.
I narrow my eyes at him. "Is that your plan? To insult me till I beg for you to
take me back, cause its working quite well." I say sarcastically. I move to
pass him but he swirls his broom around, flying into my way again. Grey eyes
meet green ones, and for a moment, it almost looked like he cared. I guess
thats what made me finally stop and sigh. "Do you think she'll take me back?" I
ask, trying not to sound too mushy. At the sound of his snort, he extends a
hand, which I reluctantly take and sit myself behind him on the broom. As we
head back toward Hogwarts, I realize something... maybe I am losing my touch.
~*~
Ginny
Why did I do this? Its not like we were going out or anything. We were just
friends... and I ruined it all! Why did I say such a stupid thing? What did I
expect his reaction would be? That'd he flash that gorgeous smile of his and
sweep me up into his arms and give me my first, and most passionate kiss ever?
Not bloody likely.
I stare at my reflection in the lake, taking in my messy red hair, my big brown
eyes and my pouty lips. I've been told I was pretty, but its so hard to believe
when all you see is a skinny red haired nobody. I blink, my reflection
following my motion, and reach out till my finger causes a ripple in the water.
As my image becomes distorted, I sigh, wondering where he is right then. When
the water calmed, and the lake turned to a perfect even again, I gasped,
suddenly noticing the silver color in the water. I turn to stare up at the
person that has filled my thoughts for the past several years.
"Hello." his voice is like a sweet soft melody.
"Hello." I answer back, my voice harsh and cruel. I hadn't meant it to come out
that way, but I couldn't help it.
I nearly melt when his eyes soften, but I won't let myself fall for that. Nope.
He isn't a Slytherin for nothing. He is sly, and manipulative. Then why can't I
seem to look away...
"Ginny... Virginia..." He used my first name. He has NEVER used my first name.
He always said he preferred to call me Ginny, even though I practically begged
him to call me by my first name. He held out a hand, so I took it, letting him
help me to stand up. He gently places his hand on my back, causing delicious
chills to run up and down my spine. "I'm not quite sure how to say this... but
I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I didn't mean any of those words I said. I was
stupid." he tells me, placing a gentle hand on my cheek.
"You LOVE ME? That is probably the funniest thing I have ever heard. Stupid
girl. What? Did you think that I loved you? Pathetic. Your just a nobody Weasley.
A filthy little nobody."
I flinch as the words he said not even a day ago come rushing back into my
mind. I step back, my cheek suddenly feeling cold at the loss of his hand. "I
don't know Draco." I say, my voice small and quiet. My eyes search his
desperately.
Is this the Draco Malfoy I know? The boy who helped me pick up my books when I
had fallen down during my first year of school, and who blushed slightly when I
told him I liked his eyes my second year. He was the boy who would tease my
brother mercilessly only to wink at me behind his back my third year, and who bought
me a special addition of my favorite book during my fourth. This was the blond,
grey eyed boy who let me lean on his shoulder when I was alone and scared, then
said something witty and funny to make me laugh.
This is also the boy that told me that all that we shared... all those little
things that made us friends over the years, meant nothing to him. That I meant
nothing to him.
"No Malfoy." I say, feeling a pang of guilt when his face hardened at hearing
his last name. "You were right. Who are we kidding? A Weasley and a Malfoy
friends." I say, then giggle like it was the funniest thing I ever heard.
"Stupid... well, I should be going. Grryfindors need their sleep." I tell him,
and begin to walk away. When I pass him, I turn to see that he is still staring
at where I had been standing a moment ago, his fist clenched angrily. "Bye." I
whisper, and turn to leave.
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Draco
She... she called me Malfoy. I swallow the angry feeling welling up in my chest
and turn to watch as she leaves me standing there. I apologize and she turns ME
down? Damn her. She should be lucky to have someone like me. If she wants to
call me Malfoy, fine, I'll show her Malfoy.
~*~
Ginny
I step up toward the steps leading into Hogwarts. It almost eight in the morning
now. Students were beginning to fill the halls. Thank goodness its Saturday. I
can mope around my room all day, hopefully no one will bother me. As I walk
through the halls, my body tired from the lack of sleep, I am suddenly startled
as I am whipped around to look into vibrant gray eyes. "I hate you! Do you know
that?" he asks, and then narrows his eyes into thin little slits. I can feel
tears forming in the corner of my eyes. "I hate..." he yells, then stops for a
moment, watching as a tear slides down my cheek. "I hate..." he says just as
forceful, letting the words drift in the air.
I try to hold back the sobs as I stare into his face that is only a few inches
away. "What? What do you hate?" I ask through a fit of tears.
"I hate... that you know me so well." he whispers, almost breathlessly. "I hate
that you can make me smile for no apparent reason, or how you can look so
beautiful even when your not trying to." he tells me. My heart begins to soar
at his words. He hates... "I hate the way you made your way into my shell. I
hate you for not leaving me be!" he yells, and then slams his fist into a
nearby wall, causing me to jump, and several students who had been watching to
cringe.
I place a hand on his shoulder. "Draco... is that what you really want? You
want me to leave you alone?" I ask, hoping that he wouldn't say that three
letter word that could cause my heart to shatter.
He stares at his now red fist, and turns to me. "No. Thats the last thing I
want." he tells me. After a moment, we both suddenly smile. I can hear the
sharp gasps around us... I guess they've never seen a Malfoy smile.
When his eyes begin to focus on my lips, my smile begins to fade. "Draco, I
don't know what to say." I tell him. I can feel the hotness in my cheeks.
"How about... I love you." he whispers, as if telling me how he feels and yet
trying to confirm mine. He slowly leans down, and gives me my first kiss. As
those soft, tender lips touches mine, I feel a spark shoot between us. I kiss
back eagerly as he pushes me against the wall, practically devouring each other
in the middle of the hall. When we pulled back to take a breath, we were
awarded with many cat calls and loud claps. I could feel myself blush, as
Malfoy sneered slightly at the people watching. I turned, my eyes widening when
I saw Harry, and Ron watching us with huge smiles on their faces. I gently
pushed Malfoy away. A hurt look crossed his face, till he saw what I was
staring at. He looked at each one of the boys, then flashed that arrogant smirk
of his, causing Ron to fume.
"They... didn't kill you." I heard myself say. He chuckled, causing my stomach
to do flips.
He just shrugs. "Don't worry. We've come to an understanding." he told me, then
looked up to a smiling Harry who was standing at the end of the hallway
dragging along an aggravated looking Ron with him.
I bit my lip, and pulled him closer. "What understanding is that?" I ask, my
eyebrow raised. A thoughtful look crossed his face, before it was replaced with
a delicious smile.
"This." he said, and once again swept me off into a kiss.
Those kisses started it all. Who would have known that later on in life, that I
would receive many more of those kisses? That they would one day turn to more
than just kisses. That they were turn into something that would forever bond me
and the silver haired Slytherin? That they would change our lives dramatically
and never take us back to the way things were again. Those kisses started it
all. Adventure, death, love, excitement... and most of all Claire.
But, that is all another story.
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A/N: I am working hard on the sequel and the prequel to this. I'm almost
done with the sequel, but the prequel will be the first out there. I will have
the full prequel out by 9/15.