Atomic Kitten - No One Loves You (Like I Love You)

Ladidaz… my first fic… be nice k? cos… I nv claimed 2 b terrific at riting…

You and I once shared love

So strong and so secure

But all that's left are memories

The feelings are no more

Ginny Malfoy clutched the picture tightly, her knuckles white. Unless one looked closely at her, the silent yet accusing tear tracks on cheeks were not evident, her puffy red eyes carefully covered up with muggle make-up, the pain and despair in her usually warm and laughing eyes remaining hidden behind a worn-thin veil of faked happiness and cheerfulness.

Then again, who would look at her closely? No one did, never bothered to. Not even those who claimed everlasting love for her, those who had promised to take care of her, "in sickness or in health".

She thought back to the day she was wedded to Draco, and laughed bitterly. They had been married in a big field, amongst Mother Nature at her beauteous best. The fragrant flowers floated all around, as if celebrating their marriage. Then, it had seemed that nothing could tear them apart. They had everything – a great life laid out before them, with endless-seeming wells of love shared between them. Now, the wells were dry, the spark of romance snuffed out.

She had known it, that their love was fading from what it used to be, that it was not what is was two years back. He probably had another woman. After all, he worked long hours, and was not home for most of the time. He could have been bored with her, or just plain disinterested.

The flowers in the big field

All dried and blown away

The letters and the pictures

Are all that will remain

Still holding the picture, she sat down on her bed and pulled open her bedside table drawer, extracting a small box. Whispering unlocking charms, she pushed open the lid almost reverently, pulling out a bundle of letters. She sifted through them, and randomly selected one.

Dearest Ginny,

I'm really sorry, but you know I have to do this. It is a great honour to be a spy for Dumbledore, and I will carry out my duty to the very last. I cannot jeopardise our mission by backing out. Do understand Ginny, I never wanted to leave you, but for our future, I have to take this risk, finish this war once and for all.

Darling, I know it's hard on you, but promise me you will wait for me. I promise, I will come back to you. Just never forget that I love you. I love you Ginny, wait for me. I love you.

Love,

Draco

Reading this letter only brought back more pain and sorrow, knowing that their love was so strong in the past. What could have gone wrong? As tears slid silently once again down her face, she carefully refolded the letter, and placed it back into the pile.

Suddenly, the dark manor seemed too dark, too forbidding, too enclosing. She picked up the box and picture, and apparated to the field, where they had gotten married.

Reaching the field, she stared morosely around, slightly shocked. The flowers were dead, lying dried on the ground. Her nose picked up lingering scents of the flowers. A sudden gust of wind. The dried flowers swirled around her, clinging to her robes.

Was this a sign?

Ginny couldn't take anymore, she sank to the ground, sobbing freely, letting out all her pent-up grief and frustrations. What had happened to their strong love? Crying did not help ease her heart's burden though, but she didn't care anymore, couldn't care anymore.

But every moment

Of every day

I wanna see you

I wanna say

When her tears ran out, she tucked her knees up to her chest, staring at the picture. In it, she kept looking up at a smiling Draco, who had his arm around her shoulders. The Draco in the picture leant down and pecked her cheek.

Staring at the picture sadly, she felt her heart tighten. No, she would not cry anymore, though she was hurting inside. She would not cry. Blinking back hot tears, she stood up, brushing flowers off her robes, and apparated back to Malfoy Manor.

No one loves you, like I love you

No one needs you, the way I do

No one knows you, like I know you

No one hears you, the way I do

Back at the manor, she sank down into a big armchair by the roaring fire, staring into the dancing flames, awaiting Draco's arrival, eyes hollow, yet with a small trace of hope lingering in their depths. She was going to try to salvage this relationship, for both of them.

As the door creaked open, a familiar sound, she twisted around, peering at the entrance. As Draco came in, her eyes lit up, almost immeasurably. However, when a buxom lady followed, her brown eyes narrowed, with suspicion and hurt.

As the pair neared, she realised who the lady was. It was Jenny, Draco's secretary. She stood up abruptly, when she saw Jenny kiss Draco affectionately, and him kiss her back, and fled to their bedroom, unwanted tears falling freely.

*#*#*#*#

Out of the corner of his eye, Draco saw a blur of red hair disappear, and his sharp ears caught a quiet sob. He felt a small twinge of guilt, and after a few minutes of internal debating, pushed Jenny off him, telling her to stay in the living room.

He made his way silently to their bedroom.

*#*#*#*#

In the bedroom, Ginny threw herself onto the bed, weeping. (A/N: sheesh. Can't think of any more synonyms for crying…) Her heart wrenched painfully, torturously at his betrayal. She laughed bitterly, cynically, at the irony of their similar-sounding names.

Pulling herself together, she summoned all her belongings, stuffing them into a bottomless (A/N: bottomless as in erm… able to contain endless things… not erm… things falling in and never coming out. lol) bag, not forgetting her box and the picture. Grabbing parchment and quill, she glanced around wistfully, and apparated hurriedly out.

So many years of memories

Suppressed beyond recall

The feelings once so broken

Seem silent and so small

As Draco entered the bedroom, he saw to his dismay that the room was in a state of disarray, and that the wardrobe was open. She had left. He had hoped to explain to her, to break the news to her, to talk things over.

He knew, knew that their passion was waning. He had wanted to talk to her, to perhaps, come to a reasonable conclusion and outcome. He hadn't counted on her disappearing before he had a chance to explain. Slamming his fist into the door on his way out, he wondered what had gone wrong.

*#*#*#*#

Ginny staggered slightly upon reaching her destination – Diagon Alley. She made her way to the Leaky Cauldron, and rented a room. She couldn't go back to the Burrow – not yet, she needed time to think.

Pulling out the parchment and quill, she proceeded to write a letter. (A/N: duhz… lol) When she had finished, she sealed the parchment, and sent it via owl post.

*#*#*#*#

Back at Malfoy Manor, Draco pulled a letter out of the grasp of a particularly mean tawny owl. Recognizing the writing on the envelope as Ginny's, he peeled open the seal quickly, almost eagerly.

Dearest Draco,

I won't deny I was hurt by what I saw. No, don't try to deny it. I have known, our love, that special spark, is fading, almost gone. I regret it. I don't know how it came to be that way, but I accept it.

What I felt just now was shocking to me. When I saw Jenny kissing you, and you kissing her back, I realised something. I didn't hate her or anything. And I knew why. I couldn't hate her because you loved her. Sweet, it's been so long, and we've just grown apart.

I have to let you go dear. It's painful for me, cause I'll always love you. That is something that cannot be changed. You might not feel the same way for me, and because I love you, I will not allow you to be tied down, contained and unhappy. Because I love you, I want you to be happy. However, if your happiness does not lie with me, then so let it be.

Stay happy love.

I will always love you,

Ginny Weasley

As Draco read the letter, his heart felt lightened, yet his throat tightened. He looked up, and whispered, "Thank you Ginny, and I love you too."

*#*#*#*#

5 years later…

Ginny Weasley walked down the streets of Diagon Alley. Anyone who looked at her would wonder what caused her immense sadness, reflected in her large eyes. She never smiled, she couldn't smile any more. The heartache was still there, never going away. She doubted it ever would go away.

But every moment

Of every day

I wanna see you

I wanna say

No one loves you, like I love you

No one needs you, the way I do

No one knows you, like I know you

No one hears you, the way I do

As she hurried through the streets, she caught a glimpse of silver hair. She stopped and turned around, peering through the crowd.

She saw Draco laughing and smiling, with Jenny hanging onto his arm, giggling away.

Looking at them, the picture of happiness, she felt her heartstrings tug wistfully. Yet, she smiled, a true genuine smile. He was happy, and that made her happy.

Hey waddya think… plot bunnies attacked me… n I juz had 2 pen this… sheesh… so angst… so unlike me… but e song is great…

I noe I noe… it sucks… tell me watcha think… b4 I post it up… n embarrass myself mortally… J -giggle-

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