Title: River of Agony
Summary:
The river of agony begins to flow and old wounds are reopened as two certain persons recount their past. Will eventually become D/G. Set 8 years after Ginny's graduation when Draco is 26 and Ginny, 25.
Disclaimer: I don't own freakin' anything!
Chapter 1: The Pit of Thorns that is the Past
~*~Draco's POV~*~
I wish you would love me the way I'm lovin' you,
But what can I do, not all wishes come true...
Love. Ha! That word carries no meaning for me. But I remember a time when I was captured by it, trapped in it's sinewy tentacles of disguised agony. Yes, I had been in love once before...
Her name was Virginia Isabelle Weasley. I know, me, ever loving a Weasley? Oh, the irony. But it happened. I was ensnared by the melted pools of chocolate that were her eyes, longed to run my hair through the river of fire that was her hair. I was mesmerised at how she could go through each day after what happened in her first year and the way she always had a smile on her face no matter what. I got it bad.
But did I have the courage to tell her? No. Even at that time, I refused to admit to myself that I loved her. I refused to believe that I would sink so low, low enough to ever love a Weasley.
All these feelings you see, I owe to my father. Lucius Malfoy. Was he ever a father to me? I hate him to the depths of my heart. He instilled in me the belief that love was meanigless. He said it would just make me weak. He made me believe too that the mudbloods no, Muggle-borns and the poor were as worthless as dirt.
He's the reason I don't have the woman I love. He's the reason I have a black mark of a skull and a snake on my forearm. I served the Dark Lord?!? Bloody hell no. He just forced me to get that fucking mark. And he's the one who used to torture me for every wrong thing I had done.
My mother cried every time he did that but she couldn't stop him. Only she loved me but she too was controlled by him. I love my mother as much as I hate my father, which, as I said, to the depths of my heart. I couldn't bear to see her in so much pain over me.
But back to Ginny. I never told her. Why? I ask myself now.That's the reason, the stupid reason, I see her on every magazine, every newspaper in the wizarding world in the arms of that Potter. Perfect Oh-look-I'm-the-savior-of-the-world Potter.
All because I never told her. I could have, but I didn't. Now it's too late. She's with him now. I've got no chance.
I'm sure she's happy with him. Of course! How could I forget?!? Potter's the good guy, isn't he? The good guy always gets the girl right?
I saw her again after their graduation. She was at the Three Broomsticks with him while I sat at the corner hidden from view. Watching them. They looked really happy. Guess I have no right to interfere. I don't want to spoil her happiness. Guess I just have to content myself with life without her.
~*~Ginny's POV~*~
you don't remember me but i remember you
i lie awake and try so hard not to think of you
but who can decide what they dream?
and dream i do...
-Evanescence, Taking Over Me
Tom Riddle. What the hell is with the guy? I can't seem to get him out of my head. I tried really hard. But that doesn't stop me from waking up in the middle of the night, every single night, in a cold sweat and with blood-curdling screams. Those dreams. Those horrible, terrifying dreams.
I once had a nightmare about him where we were in a room, a dark, and bone-chillingly cold room. He stood in the middle of it, shrouded in a black cloak. The only reason I could make out his figure in the pitch-black darkness is because he was glowing with an eerie red light. He beckoned to me. I didn't want to come, but suddenly I felt as if I were being pushed by an invisible hand toward him. When I was close enough, he drew back his hood. A horrible, mutilated face stared back at me. I tried to get away, but he held me in an iron grip. He then drew a knife, which was hidden in his robes. He pushed me away from him, but didn't release his grip. Then, he drew back his hand, and stuck the knife through my chest, right wher my heart was. Then I woke up, screaming.
I'm sure you understand my situation now.
Now about love. It's a four letter word. It used to have meaning for me but I just realized that it doesn't anymore. I thought it meant Harry. But I was thinking. Is what we have really love or was it just a crush that I had around 11 years ago? I wanted to be with Harry for years. But now that I've got what I wanted, it seems I don't think of him as more than a friend anymore.
At the beginning of my fifth year, I noticed someone who changed. It was Draco Malfoy. He wasn't the boy I remember from the previous year. Something about him was different that year. He had thins haunted, hollow expression in his eyes. Like he was empty. A body without a soul.
Something was troubling him, it seemed. I wasn't the person who was supposed to care, but somehow I did. Why, I asked myself, why do I care? I wasn't supposed to. A fter the taunting, teasing and the jeering, I was supposed to be happy he was like that. The teasing and the put-downs stopped. To me at least.
Author's Note:
Hey pplz! I lied. I said I wasn't gonna post anything yet until around October but this kinda popped into my head and I decided, what the heck, I should post it too. I think this idea is waaaaay better than my other story. Anyway, I'll just say bye for now. R/R!