Draco sat there not knowing what do.
It was Draco's 6th year. 1 month before the end of school. And Ginny- It hurt to say. Ginny- was dead.
Draco had changed. It happened suddenly. Ginny changed him. No one thought it was possible. She taught him things. He never liked her. He always hated her. Her traiterous red Weasley blood.
The Malfoy blood was black and Ginny had changed it. She did something to Draco. She taught him to appreciate life.
He never wanted to like her. She came bouncing into detention, her red hair in a pony-tail. He hated that. She was so annoying, so immature.
And now she was dead.
He didn't know what happened. But then, they were kissing. He was kissing a Weasley. And he pulled away and slapped her. A red mark across her cheek. Her mouth opened and she began to cry, about to rush out of the room. But Draco kissed her cheek.
"I'm sorry", he said in kisses, slowely moving down her neck. "I don't what- I can't believe I did that. I'm sorry."
Her lips were full, soft, red and beautiful. And he didn't know why, but he loved kissing her. As though he'd always wanted to. And everything was telling him to stop -- he was kissing a Weasley! And no one was telling him to go on, but he had to. He knew it. He kissed her. And she kissed him. And they were one. Just that night, they were together. They never thought of the idea of a Malfoy with a Weasley. It was something different. Something beyond the boundaries of blood.
He watched her die. He couldn't save her. That's what hurt him the most. She changed him. She'd saved him. And he couldn't save her. She lay in his arms, smiling, her hair in a pony-tail, the way he loved it. And she kissed him again -- her soft lips brushing his like a rose petal. She lay in his arms just like that. The wound in her stomach getting bigger, staining Draco's robes crimson red.
He didn't know what to do. He couldn't live without her. And here she was âE" dying. She smiled as a tear rolled down his cheek.
"It's ok baby, don't cry." She smiled. Her eyes watered up and she blinked them away quickly.
Draco knew she was trying to be brave, and he loved and hated her for it.
She kissed him one last time. Her red lipstick left a mark on his lips.
She smiled, and move her hand to his face to wipe it away. He grabbed her hand, "Don't."
And a tear ran down her flushed cheek. And she died, like a wilted rose in his arms.
It was Draco's 6th year. 1 month before the end of school. And Ginny- It hurt to say. Ginny- was dead.
Draco had changed. It happened suddenly. Ginny changed him. No one thought it was possible. She taught him things. He never liked her. He always hated her. Her traiterous red Weasley blood.
The Malfoy blood was black and Ginny had changed it. She did something to Draco. She taught him to appreciate life.
He never wanted to like her. She came bouncing into detention, her red hair in a pony-tail. He hated that. She was so annoying, so immature.
And now she was dead.
He didn't know what happened. But then, they were kissing. He was kissing a Weasley. And he pulled away and slapped her. A red mark across her cheek. Her mouth opened and she began to cry, about to rush out of the room. But Draco kissed her cheek.
"I'm sorry", he said in kisses, slowely moving down her neck. "I don't what- I can't believe I did that. I'm sorry."
Her lips were full, soft, red and beautiful. And he didn't know why, but he loved kissing her. As though he'd always wanted to. And everything was telling him to stop -- he was kissing a Weasley! And no one was telling him to go on, but he had to. He knew it. He kissed her. And she kissed him. And they were one. Just that night, they were together. They never thought of the idea of a Malfoy with a Weasley. It was something different. Something beyond the boundaries of blood.
He watched her die. He couldn't save her. That's what hurt him the most. She changed him. She'd saved him. And he couldn't save her. She lay in his arms, smiling, her hair in a pony-tail, the way he loved it. And she kissed him again -- her soft lips brushing his like a rose petal. She lay in his arms just like that. The wound in her stomach getting bigger, staining Draco's robes crimson red.
He didn't know what to do. He couldn't live without her. And here she was âE" dying. She smiled as a tear rolled down his cheek.
"It's ok baby, don't cry." She smiled. Her eyes watered up and she blinked them away quickly.
Draco knew she was trying to be brave, and he loved and hated her for it.
She kissed him one last time. Her red lipstick left a mark on his lips.
She smiled, and move her hand to his face to wipe it away. He grabbed her hand, "Don't."
And a tear ran down her flushed cheek. And she died, like a wilted rose in his arms.