There's A Thin Line Between Love & Hate
Disclaimer: I own anything you don't regonize.
Summary: In the faraway past, Draco Malfoy and Virginia Weasley were in love; but one of them ran away from the truth. Through deceptions and lies, affairs and secret meetings, will they keep what they have, or runaway to what they should've had? Sequel to I Lost My Heart To Sin!
Notice: Damn that summary sucked. Anyways, I would have rated this R but I realize it would have been really unfair to my PG-13 readers, so I will post warnings on chapters that are R or at least hard PG-13. Also, my chapters will be based on the song "Hurt Before" by the Corrs in case anybody isn't familiar with it. Also, I am a very very SAPPY writer, so this will be really sad, well at least to me! (Especially if you listen to the song as you read it) *Gives cold stares to insensitive people*
One
At night, she's alone, she's dreaming of somebody new...
Ginny Weasley's fingers huddled against the wood of the desk, tapping against the desk in deep thought. Her Quill was trimmed against her palm, and she was blinking, all thoughts in her head hurrying past in flashes.
The door to the small study swung open, and in came in a dark haired man, taking off his coat hurriedly. Ginny didn't care to turn her head at all. She gave a small nod of acknowledge, still deep in her thoughts.
"I am sorry, Gin, this underage wizard got blamed for using an Unforgivable Curse on a muggle, and we had to settle some things. Your not mad, are you?" Harry said apologetically, kissing her on the cheek. Harry was an Auror, of course, and often had a tendency to be late.
"Oh, so the Ministry kept you up until one o'clock in the morning, did they?" Ginny said, her voice expressionless.
"Yeah...Gin, what are you doing?" Harry asked curiously as Ginny got up and brushed her thumb against his lips.
"Ministry, huh?" she said softly, and showed him that her thumb was placed with a small dot of lipstick, in which she had received from his bottom lip.
"Ginny- that was when you kissed me in the morning, don't you remember?" Harry pleaded.
"Kiss in the morning, my round freckled Weasley ass, Harry Potter," Ginny said harshly, narrowing her eyes.
"Ginny, we've been married for nearly a year now. Don't you think you should start actually trusting your husband?" Harry said teasingly.
Ginny sighed and shrugged her shoulders.
"Well it's no fair. You don't do anything bad. You are supposed to have sex with a prostitute by now. There's no drama," Ginny mockingly pouted.
Her husband chuckled, and kissed her once more.
"I guess I should hire a prostitute by tomorrow then?"
"You bet your ass you will."
"Good night. Are you going to be in the study for the night?"
"Guess so. I have to do a report for Percy next week and it has to be published, so I have to be my best. See you in the morning?" Ginny asked, eyeing him slyly.
"You bet your ass you will," Harry mimicked, and dodged the flying pillow which was aimed to smack him in the face. Laughing, he slammed the door behind him as he left.
Ginny's smile vanished once more, and she threw the peice of parchment away in a nearby garabage can. Infuriated, she broke her Quill in half.
She looked at the fading block of lipstick on her thumb and examined it closely. She bit her lip, engaging in dry sobs.
She never put on her lipstick until afternoon.
* * *
"Move out of the way, bitch!"
"Draco, I was merely asking what you wanted for dinner. I thought you, know, I'd give the house elves a little break and have me cook for once. I'll make you your favorite," she cooed at him enticingly.
"You can't cook for shit. And the house elves are MY servents, mind you, so you can tell their small asses that they will do extra chores for the whole week!" Draco commanded.
"Fine! Have it your way, then," Jenna Malfoy screamed, and marched up the stairs, stomping on each step.
Draco Malfoy chose to ignore this, and dragged his hands through his hair, grinding his teeth against each other angrily.
He dragged himself up the stairs slowly, and stopped at the fourth staircase, approaching a large painting in the wall, consisting of a small girl lovingly clutching a stuffed animal with closed eyelids.
"Virginia Malfoy."
The name came out as a mere hiss, but the girl opened her eyes, eyelashes fluttering and yawned.
The door swung open, and as Draco stepped in, it closed behind him with a soft bang.
Darkness flooded him, and Draco used his wand to give himself light.It was like a small kitchen, complete with a small stove. There was no food, of course, but the floors were flooded with old treasurable items.
He reached for a cabinet door and opened, it, taking something out.
It was rich, black, and shiny. He sniffed it, it still smelled like her. A sweet, musky scent, a small fragrance that only held a bit of her; it smelled of cinammon.
The belt of the robes he had given her so many years ago, when she had admitted she loved him. He clutched it to his chest, and slowly walked out of the room, hearing the creak of the door closing behind him. He looked back, and saw the little girl sigh and close her eyes once more, clutching her stuffed animal a bit tighter.
*
She wrapped it around her body, looking at herself in the mirror. It looked so familiar, yet held so many different tendencies. Sighing, she took it off and swung it over her bed, where she fell into the light embrace of the pillows.
And in seperate beds, two certain people tightened their palm around a paticular black, silk garment...
*
Well, that was the first chapter. Hope it didn't suck too much. Please review everyone!
Much love,
~Court
Disclaimer: I own anything you don't regonize.
Summary: In the faraway past, Draco Malfoy and Virginia Weasley were in love; but one of them ran away from the truth. Through deceptions and lies, affairs and secret meetings, will they keep what they have, or runaway to what they should've had? Sequel to I Lost My Heart To Sin!
Notice: Damn that summary sucked. Anyways, I would have rated this R but I realize it would have been really unfair to my PG-13 readers, so I will post warnings on chapters that are R or at least hard PG-13. Also, my chapters will be based on the song "Hurt Before" by the Corrs in case anybody isn't familiar with it. Also, I am a very very SAPPY writer, so this will be really sad, well at least to me! (Especially if you listen to the song as you read it) *Gives cold stares to insensitive people*
One
At night, she's alone, she's dreaming of somebody new...
Ginny Weasley's fingers huddled against the wood of the desk, tapping against the desk in deep thought. Her Quill was trimmed against her palm, and she was blinking, all thoughts in her head hurrying past in flashes.
The door to the small study swung open, and in came in a dark haired man, taking off his coat hurriedly. Ginny didn't care to turn her head at all. She gave a small nod of acknowledge, still deep in her thoughts.
"I am sorry, Gin, this underage wizard got blamed for using an Unforgivable Curse on a muggle, and we had to settle some things. Your not mad, are you?" Harry said apologetically, kissing her on the cheek. Harry was an Auror, of course, and often had a tendency to be late.
"Oh, so the Ministry kept you up until one o'clock in the morning, did they?" Ginny said, her voice expressionless.
"Yeah...Gin, what are you doing?" Harry asked curiously as Ginny got up and brushed her thumb against his lips.
"Ministry, huh?" she said softly, and showed him that her thumb was placed with a small dot of lipstick, in which she had received from his bottom lip.
"Ginny- that was when you kissed me in the morning, don't you remember?" Harry pleaded.
"Kiss in the morning, my round freckled Weasley ass, Harry Potter," Ginny said harshly, narrowing her eyes.
"Ginny, we've been married for nearly a year now. Don't you think you should start actually trusting your husband?" Harry said teasingly.
Ginny sighed and shrugged her shoulders.
"Well it's no fair. You don't do anything bad. You are supposed to have sex with a prostitute by now. There's no drama," Ginny mockingly pouted.
Her husband chuckled, and kissed her once more.
"I guess I should hire a prostitute by tomorrow then?"
"You bet your ass you will."
"Good night. Are you going to be in the study for the night?"
"Guess so. I have to do a report for Percy next week and it has to be published, so I have to be my best. See you in the morning?" Ginny asked, eyeing him slyly.
"You bet your ass you will," Harry mimicked, and dodged the flying pillow which was aimed to smack him in the face. Laughing, he slammed the door behind him as he left.
Ginny's smile vanished once more, and she threw the peice of parchment away in a nearby garabage can. Infuriated, she broke her Quill in half.
She looked at the fading block of lipstick on her thumb and examined it closely. She bit her lip, engaging in dry sobs.
She never put on her lipstick until afternoon.
* * *
"Move out of the way, bitch!"
"Draco, I was merely asking what you wanted for dinner. I thought you, know, I'd give the house elves a little break and have me cook for once. I'll make you your favorite," she cooed at him enticingly.
"You can't cook for shit. And the house elves are MY servents, mind you, so you can tell their small asses that they will do extra chores for the whole week!" Draco commanded.
"Fine! Have it your way, then," Jenna Malfoy screamed, and marched up the stairs, stomping on each step.
Draco Malfoy chose to ignore this, and dragged his hands through his hair, grinding his teeth against each other angrily.
He dragged himself up the stairs slowly, and stopped at the fourth staircase, approaching a large painting in the wall, consisting of a small girl lovingly clutching a stuffed animal with closed eyelids.
"Virginia Malfoy."
The name came out as a mere hiss, but the girl opened her eyes, eyelashes fluttering and yawned.
The door swung open, and as Draco stepped in, it closed behind him with a soft bang.
Darkness flooded him, and Draco used his wand to give himself light.It was like a small kitchen, complete with a small stove. There was no food, of course, but the floors were flooded with old treasurable items.
He reached for a cabinet door and opened, it, taking something out.
It was rich, black, and shiny. He sniffed it, it still smelled like her. A sweet, musky scent, a small fragrance that only held a bit of her; it smelled of cinammon.
The belt of the robes he had given her so many years ago, when she had admitted she loved him. He clutched it to his chest, and slowly walked out of the room, hearing the creak of the door closing behind him. He looked back, and saw the little girl sigh and close her eyes once more, clutching her stuffed animal a bit tighter.
*
She wrapped it around her body, looking at herself in the mirror. It looked so familiar, yet held so many different tendencies. Sighing, she took it off and swung it over her bed, where she fell into the light embrace of the pillows.
And in seperate beds, two certain people tightened their palm around a paticular black, silk garment...
*
Well, that was the first chapter. Hope it didn't suck too much. Please review everyone!
Much love,
~Court
