There's A Thin Line Between Love & Hate


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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*


Two

She's a girl in a world, she's moving as fast as she goes



Draco's shocked expression promptly vanished and replaced with a small smile. He put his hand out, as a gesture to shake hands. Amazed, Ginny took his hand in hers, feeling his fingers. A burning pang along with her surprise was rising among her chest, and she was clutching his fingers tightly, as if she never wanted to let go.

"Nice to meet you, Virginia Weasley Potter."

"And you, Draco Malfoy."

She inhaled the last words Jenna had told her.

"Nice to meet you, Mrs. and Mr.Malfoy. You'll call, Jenna?" Ginny asked, looking at the floor. Jenna smirked lightly and nodded innocently.

"Of course Ginny, hon. The house elves will show you out," Jennasise said politely, biting her lip from laughing. Her husband's little show was humerous. From shock and disbelieving puzzlement, he had went to slyness. Jenna rolled her eyes. He had made it worse, like he didn't even care who she was. As the door slammed, Jenna turned to give Draco a knowing smile, but alas, he had vanished.


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Ginny was in tears. Stop being immature, she ordered to herself. But then, another voice inside her head told her it was immature trying to hide her emotions. Burning inside her was pure hatred, sadness, and knowing of betrayl. She tried to look at the bright side, she had found him. But what did that matter? In fact, it had made it worse. She should have known that a handsome guy like Draco Malfoy was going to marry someday, although he was reluctant to get committed.

She couldn't blame him, really. It wasn't if she had asked him to wait for her, in fact, they had left many years ago, parting in tears and silence. It wasn't exactly a happy moment.


"It's okay, Draco. It's okay," Ginny repeated over and over again, looking up at him. He flinched at the sight, Ginny, his Ginny, was red in the face, with tears stains flooded all over her face. She sniffed, and promptly exploded into sobs.

She was surprised by the sudden intake of his lips brushing timidly against her forehead.

"I can't love you, Ginny."


Those words, those dreadful words, had haunted Ginny for half of her life. It felt unbelievible, like it wasn't really happening. How could she love someone, yet they never loved her back? How could someone be so cruel, that when they were loved, they didn't love back?

She shivered. She was wearing gray sweats, a matching shirt, and a white t-shirt underneath, her hair bundled up in a ponytail. It was summer, and she never liked to look neat and professional.

Ginny heard a faint clicking of something in the grass, and in one moment or so, a hand was placed on her shoulder, and a feirce whisper breathing in her earlobe, "I say, woman, where do you think you're going?"

She inhaled and exhaled softly, however, did not turn around.

"I am sorry, Mr.Malfoy but I believe your wife dismissed me carelessly. By the way, I do not perfer to be called 'woman' for I am Miss Weasley," Ginny sneered haughtily. Blood was rising up her head, and her body was shaking in anger.

"You mean, Mrs.Potter," he said in a most bitter tone.

Ginny turned around, and faced the man she had been in love with for half of her life. She hadn't gotten a much needed luck inside the house, were she was a bit too catious.

His hair was still in the same hairstyle that she liked, with peices of hair flinging over his forehead. His gray eyes were tinted with something new, perhaps wisdom. He was tall, and breathtaking. He was twenty years old, and he had reached about six feet tall, still slim.

"Yes, I am sorry. Mrs.Potter," she agreed.

"Didn't know you'd stoop that low, Weasley," Draco sneered, and Ginny got a weird feeling that they were still back in Hogwarts.

"So now it's Weasley now, eh? What happend to, I'll help you, to get the man of your dreams, who by the way, is married to me now. So thank you, Draco Malfoy, I believe you've accomplished both of your goals. Hurting me, and helping. Somehow, that is a strange combination, don't you think? Even for you." Her words were spoken in a tight flourish as she turned on her heels and proceeded to walk.

An arm wrapped around her waist, tighter than she had ever expected. She was pulled into his broad chest, and he leaned over, putting her long, red hair into his fingers, consuming curls.

"You know, I've always wondered what happend to you Ginny. First, you went crushing after Potter. Then, next thing you know, your lusting after me, then you fell for me, and now your still lusting..." his voice said in a sneering drawl. Ginny bit her lip from responding in a string of curses. Be mature, Ginny Weasley, you are nineteen for God's sakes!

"I think - I think that it's you still - still lusting, Malfoy. After all, you are the one who has an arm around - around my waist," Ginny stammered.

"True. But you do like it, don't you?"

There was no answer. He let go of the embrace, and turned her around so they faced each other.

"Answer me!" he demanded harshly, pulling her into his chest once again. Her lips got on his shirt, and she closed her eyes.

"Yes," she admitted.

"Good little pet," Draco said, laughing. He took a finger and upholded it to her chin, lifting it up.

"Don't get the wrong idea, Ginny. I do want you. But I don't like to beg."

"You could at least apologize for calling me your little pet."

"Sorry," he drawled absentmindedly.

Before any more words were spoken, he had crashed his lips onto hers. She had no protest. It had been long since these harsh, loving lips were on hers. One of her legs clunged to the base of his waist, and her hands placed against both of his cheeks. His lips escaped from hers and clutched to her neck, moving them across her flesh. She moaned, and dug her fingernails into his shirt, her bosom pressing against his chest.

"Mmm...I am happy to say you've got the job, Mrs.Potter."

"Oh, really? Isn't this going to be fun?" she said, innocently raising her eyebrows. She pulled her ring off of her finger, and Draco followed the ritual before they broke into another breathtaking kiss.



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And Jennasise Laurens Malfoy watched this scene from the window, most displeased.

Oh they are not going to get away with this, she thought to herself deviously.