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A/N: A little one shot fic. Angsty, Ginny's POV. hope you enjoy and please review!
You can't have eyes like that, I always though, staring into the deep swirling pools of gray, claiming me. Claiming my soul. It's not natural. but they were his. His own. And so was eyes. We never said one word to eachother. It was an unspoken pact. He wouldn't make fun of me, leave me unscathed by the wave of predujice he showered my borthers with. To him, I was unchartered territory. I was something new. Something fresh, that he had never experianced before. Blind trust.
It was accident. I never meant to fall in love. He was a tease. I exploited it. Left him needing me. Needing my touch, my kiss. Leaving him with a feeling he had never experianced. He was vulnderable.
It was an accident.
A late night in the library. He had the only book I needed. He was willing to share. He had a warm, sweet smile when he wanted to. So different from the cold, careless smirk usually displayed on his soft lips. He talked, I listeed. He was rilliant, second only to Hermione. How, I couldn't tell. He was amazing. And I couldn't stand to be away from him.
It was hard. Hard to meet in secret. The library, behind the stacks, where we could talk for hours on end. But it was dangerous. My friends were worried. If you could call them my friends. My school work was drgging, they said concerned. What was going on? I'm in love, I wanted to tell them. But they wouldn't have listened. They would have only cast off the comment like a schoolgirl's crush. I was young, innocent. They didn't think I could possibly know love. Even though it stared back at me with deep, gray eyes. Those amzing eyes that couldn't be contained. They held his soul, shining through when he was happy.
It was a scandal when they found out. Two from different sides. One with all he could want, another that kept him wanting. My brothers were ashamed. They ignored me. Draco had a reputation he had to save. He had to keep face. But he stood by my side. Holding my hand. He was my shoulder. He was my rock. When my parents were yelling their, "How could you?"s or my mother crying "Don't look at me right now," Draco stood by me, even though he was suffering at his own home.
His father was furious. He accused Draco of trying to kill their family name. But Draco stood up for once in his life. He wouldn't let his father push him down. But his father was not weak. He struck Draco down. He was there one minute, the only boy I had ever loved. THe next minute it was dead silent in the Great Hall. The name being whispered among crowds.
Dead, could it be?
How, does Ginny know?
I knew. Harry delivered the news to me in the common room. Already as he approached me with sadness clinging to his eyes. But it was fake, only their for my benefit. Already, I could feel tears brimming my eyes. How could it be. One moment, those vibrant gray eyes, dancing, alive. Breathtaking. The next minute, he was brought to his knees by a name.
Malfoy.
It commanded respect. Made some men tremble. It had killed a boy, only sixteen years old, when he could not live up to the responsibility of a name. He was a disgrace to his family. To his name. Draco Malfoy.
Those eyes. Those pwerful eyes are ded. The life sucked from them, they are lifeless. Just like the boy who used to see the world through them. Those grey eyes.
A/N: A little one shot fic. Angsty, Ginny's POV. hope you enjoy and please review!
You can't have eyes like that, I always though, staring into the deep swirling pools of gray, claiming me. Claiming my soul. It's not natural. but they were his. His own. And so was eyes. We never said one word to eachother. It was an unspoken pact. He wouldn't make fun of me, leave me unscathed by the wave of predujice he showered my borthers with. To him, I was unchartered territory. I was something new. Something fresh, that he had never experianced before. Blind trust.
It was accident. I never meant to fall in love. He was a tease. I exploited it. Left him needing me. Needing my touch, my kiss. Leaving him with a feeling he had never experianced. He was vulnderable.
It was an accident.
A late night in the library. He had the only book I needed. He was willing to share. He had a warm, sweet smile when he wanted to. So different from the cold, careless smirk usually displayed on his soft lips. He talked, I listeed. He was rilliant, second only to Hermione. How, I couldn't tell. He was amazing. And I couldn't stand to be away from him.
It was hard. Hard to meet in secret. The library, behind the stacks, where we could talk for hours on end. But it was dangerous. My friends were worried. If you could call them my friends. My school work was drgging, they said concerned. What was going on? I'm in love, I wanted to tell them. But they wouldn't have listened. They would have only cast off the comment like a schoolgirl's crush. I was young, innocent. They didn't think I could possibly know love. Even though it stared back at me with deep, gray eyes. Those amzing eyes that couldn't be contained. They held his soul, shining through when he was happy.
It was a scandal when they found out. Two from different sides. One with all he could want, another that kept him wanting. My brothers were ashamed. They ignored me. Draco had a reputation he had to save. He had to keep face. But he stood by my side. Holding my hand. He was my shoulder. He was my rock. When my parents were yelling their, "How could you?"s or my mother crying "Don't look at me right now," Draco stood by me, even though he was suffering at his own home.
His father was furious. He accused Draco of trying to kill their family name. But Draco stood up for once in his life. He wouldn't let his father push him down. But his father was not weak. He struck Draco down. He was there one minute, the only boy I had ever loved. THe next minute it was dead silent in the Great Hall. The name being whispered among crowds.
Dead, could it be?
How, does Ginny know?
I knew. Harry delivered the news to me in the common room. Already as he approached me with sadness clinging to his eyes. But it was fake, only their for my benefit. Already, I could feel tears brimming my eyes. How could it be. One moment, those vibrant gray eyes, dancing, alive. Breathtaking. The next minute, he was brought to his knees by a name.
Malfoy.
It commanded respect. Made some men tremble. It had killed a boy, only sixteen years old, when he could not live up to the responsibility of a name. He was a disgrace to his family. To his name. Draco Malfoy.
Those eyes. Those pwerful eyes are ded. The life sucked from them, they are lifeless. Just like the boy who used to see the world through them. Those grey eyes.