Author: Diamond Tears
Feedback: Please!!!
Rating: PG right now
Pairing: Draco/Ginny *sigh*
Disclaimer: As much as I wished for my Hogwarts Letter, it never came...
J. K. Rowling owns all, 'cept my plot...
yes, she even owns Draco... :(
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/draco_ginny/
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Her words hung in the air. She was looking for any kind of acknowledgment of her
words. Draco was breathing softly, his heartbeat filling his ears. He knew what he
wanted to say. But it wouldn't come out of his mouth. He wanted to lie and tell her that
while the one time had been nice, he wasn't really interested. But that wasn't the truth,
and something in the way she looked at him suggested that she knew it.
"No."
She looked down. "Then what is it?"
"I don't know. But I know it's not a game, Ginny."
She looked up, her eyes wide. The look made him want to shiver. "If you're playing with
me, Malfoy, I swear..."
"I'm not." His tone surprised them both. He was dead serious. "I'll prove it."
He stepped closer, leaning in to kiss her softly. She tensed at his touch, then softened
into his embrace. Then he pulled away and stepped back. Ginny was completely still,
surprise written on her face. Draco didn't move. He didn't even breathe. Ginny
uncrossed her arms and bent down to pick up her book bag. She put her hand inside
and pulled out the familiar blue book. Ginny traced her finger across the cover and the
book opened. She turned the pages until she came to the sketch she wanted. Then she
held it out for him to see.
Draco took the book. The pages were crisp and clean, the cover silky smooth. His eyes
were fixed on Ginny, as if looking for something. She raised her eyebrows and glanced
at the book. Draco looked down. It was the Quidditch pitch, the castle and flying
around the pitch was Draco, Crabbe and Goyle, on their brooms. The shadows were
drawn with fear, his face twisted and cruel. Draco looked away, handing back the
book.
"That's why it's a mistake, Malfoy. Because in the end, you and your friends find
enjoyment in the pain of others."
"I told you that night that I was sorry..."
"And you think sorry covers it?"
"No Ginny. I don't."
"Then what do you think?" Her voice was tight with emotion. "That you can kiss me and
then suddenly I'm going to forgive you for everything you've done?"
Draco wanted to scream. This wasn't how he pictured it at all. She had been leading
him on, letting him think about her when really all she had was contempt for him. Not to
mention that she was right about his friends. He turned around and walked out of the
owlery. He pushed open the door and started down the stairs. She was right behind
him, racing down the stairs.
Her fingers circled around his elbow, "Draco, wait."
He turned around, pulling from her grasp. "What do you want Weasely?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." Her voice was soft.
He narrowed his eyes. "As far as you're concerned I don't have any feelings, not
anymore." he added softly.
She was taken aback. "Draco...?"
"What do you want? To say things like that and then expect me to still feel things for
you?"
"I never meant to..."
"It doesn't matter, you're right. It was a mistake. I was foolish to think it could ever be
more."
"You thought that, too?" Her voice was hopeful.
"It's to late Weasley."
He turned and walked away, ignoring her when she called his name. Ginny watched
him walk away, her eyes filling with tears. Nothing was going right. She turned back and
walked back to the Gryffindor common room. She mumbled the password and the Fat
Lady let her by without waking up. She walked past the fire and ran up the stairs. She
fell down onto her bed and began to cry.
She wanted to forgive him. Part of her had. But fear and pride would keep her from him.
Not a thing was going right.
Not a single thing.
Draco was lying face down on his bed, torn between wanting to kiss Ginny and
wanting to hex her. She had just turned him away, something no other girl had ever
done and on top of that she had been right about everything that she had said. Not to
mention the part where she was beautiful, smart and talented.
Draco rolled over and closed his eyes, determined to push the thoughts out of his head.
He told himself over and over that she simply wasn't worth it. She wasn't worth it.
But she was.
And he knew it.
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A/N I know this was a really short chapter, but I couldn't keep going with it. here. I'm
sorry. I promise I'll get the next chapter out A.S.A.P.
Wow... I wonder what this button does!
Feedback: Please!!!
Rating: PG right now
Pairing: Draco/Ginny *sigh*
Disclaimer: As much as I wished for my Hogwarts Letter, it never came...
J. K. Rowling owns all, 'cept my plot...
yes, she even owns Draco... :(
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/draco_ginny/
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Her words hung in the air. She was looking for any kind of acknowledgment of her
words. Draco was breathing softly, his heartbeat filling his ears. He knew what he
wanted to say. But it wouldn't come out of his mouth. He wanted to lie and tell her that
while the one time had been nice, he wasn't really interested. But that wasn't the truth,
and something in the way she looked at him suggested that she knew it.
"No."
She looked down. "Then what is it?"
"I don't know. But I know it's not a game, Ginny."
She looked up, her eyes wide. The look made him want to shiver. "If you're playing with
me, Malfoy, I swear..."
"I'm not." His tone surprised them both. He was dead serious. "I'll prove it."
He stepped closer, leaning in to kiss her softly. She tensed at his touch, then softened
into his embrace. Then he pulled away and stepped back. Ginny was completely still,
surprise written on her face. Draco didn't move. He didn't even breathe. Ginny
uncrossed her arms and bent down to pick up her book bag. She put her hand inside
and pulled out the familiar blue book. Ginny traced her finger across the cover and the
book opened. She turned the pages until she came to the sketch she wanted. Then she
held it out for him to see.
Draco took the book. The pages were crisp and clean, the cover silky smooth. His eyes
were fixed on Ginny, as if looking for something. She raised her eyebrows and glanced
at the book. Draco looked down. It was the Quidditch pitch, the castle and flying
around the pitch was Draco, Crabbe and Goyle, on their brooms. The shadows were
drawn with fear, his face twisted and cruel. Draco looked away, handing back the
book.
"That's why it's a mistake, Malfoy. Because in the end, you and your friends find
enjoyment in the pain of others."
"I told you that night that I was sorry..."
"And you think sorry covers it?"
"No Ginny. I don't."
"Then what do you think?" Her voice was tight with emotion. "That you can kiss me and
then suddenly I'm going to forgive you for everything you've done?"
Draco wanted to scream. This wasn't how he pictured it at all. She had been leading
him on, letting him think about her when really all she had was contempt for him. Not to
mention that she was right about his friends. He turned around and walked out of the
owlery. He pushed open the door and started down the stairs. She was right behind
him, racing down the stairs.
Her fingers circled around his elbow, "Draco, wait."
He turned around, pulling from her grasp. "What do you want Weasely?"
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." Her voice was soft.
He narrowed his eyes. "As far as you're concerned I don't have any feelings, not
anymore." he added softly.
She was taken aback. "Draco...?"
"What do you want? To say things like that and then expect me to still feel things for
you?"
"I never meant to..."
"It doesn't matter, you're right. It was a mistake. I was foolish to think it could ever be
more."
"You thought that, too?" Her voice was hopeful.
"It's to late Weasley."
He turned and walked away, ignoring her when she called his name. Ginny watched
him walk away, her eyes filling with tears. Nothing was going right. She turned back and
walked back to the Gryffindor common room. She mumbled the password and the Fat
Lady let her by without waking up. She walked past the fire and ran up the stairs. She
fell down onto her bed and began to cry.
She wanted to forgive him. Part of her had. But fear and pride would keep her from him.
Not a thing was going right.
Not a single thing.
Draco was lying face down on his bed, torn between wanting to kiss Ginny and
wanting to hex her. She had just turned him away, something no other girl had ever
done and on top of that she had been right about everything that she had said. Not to
mention the part where she was beautiful, smart and talented.
Draco rolled over and closed his eyes, determined to push the thoughts out of his head.
He told himself over and over that she simply wasn't worth it. She wasn't worth it.
But she was.
And he knew it.
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A/N I know this was a really short chapter, but I couldn't keep going with it. here. I'm
sorry. I promise I'll get the next chapter out A.S.A.P.
Wow... I wonder what this button does!