Disclaimer: I do not own anything... nope. I swear I don't.
Warning: If you do not enjoy the death of characters, I STRONGLY urge you to stay away from this fic. STRONGLY!
A/N: This is one of those stories where you either love it or loathe it. I am willing for all kinds of reviews (boy, do I need them) and want all kinds of them.
Dedication: For Crys, who is such a blessing with my fics. Since she loves this one so much, it belongs to you Snazza. I adore you more then I can say.
Draco grinned and walked silently through the once green park. Now, it was a battlefield, filled with lifeless bodies and hooded figures standing over them. Screams of horror and cries of pain surrounded him, filling his ears. They were sounds he celebrated. Blood stained the grass.
He had just come from the most unpleasant task of killing two of the most annoying people in the world. That bushy hair mudblood had been extremely hard to murder. The disgusting weasel, Ron, kept getting in the way.
The war was now over. The Dark Lord had finally won. All who opposed him were being killed. The battleground was evidence. Draco would finally be able to lead his life of evil.
Laughter led him to a secluded part in the park. There was a bench was overlooking the small lake under a shady oak tree. It was romantic and Draco was sure it was a scene for lovers. In fact two former lovers were indeed on the bench. They were saying their goodbye and practically killing on another.
Ginny Weasley held the dying Harry Potter in her arms. She was slowly tracing his jaw, taunting him with slow and deadly kisses. Her hands were placed over the bleeding hole in his stomach, a hole that she had made.
"Harry, I still love you." She said, her voice cold. "It's not you... it's me. You see I've found someone new, someone who makes me happy, and someone who will do anything for me. So I'm willing to do anything for him. Anything Harry. Even if it means killing you." Harry shuddered in her arms, fighting back the freezing cold that came with death. Draco, though feeling a surge of pride, he couldn't help but pity the poor soul. Harry was in immense pain. "I love him. I adore him. You always said you wanted me to be happy. Oh, Harry, I am happy. I'll be happier now that you're gone. It was a test you see, a test, Harry. He wants to see if I'll be a suitable wife for him. I want to show him that I am. Can you ever forgive me darling?"
Harry was still shaking. He was growing weaker by the minute. It was even stranger when his voice rang out saying, "What's happened to you?" He torturously raised a hand to her cheek. "Where has my Ginny gone? My sweet, innocent Ginny..." She nuzzled against his hand as if it was second nature.
"Don't you see? This is your Ginny. I'm not weak anymore. When I was sweet and innocent, people took advantage of me. He helped me see this! He helped me become... me. The new me. I'll take care of myself, I promise!" With a long kiss, Ginny slipped the knife across his throat. Harry made no sound when he died, his eyes were just wide and his face was filled with shock.
She stood up and turned, smiling when her eyes focused on Draco. "Hello darling!" She said. She ran to him and pressed her lips against him. He smiled and her tongue flicked in, licking his teeth. "Oh poop! He soiled my clothes!" Ginny whined. Draco looked down. Her pink shirt and white jeans were stained with blood.
"We'll buy you new ones." He said, slipping an arm around her tiny waist.
"You promise?" She was extremely cute when she pouted.
Draco nodded. "I promise."
With a last kiss on the nose, Draco led his beloved across the park and into the darkness.