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Wow. This is actually my third story. I'm still working on my very first and on going story 'Being with the Slytherin Prince' and my other story, 'if looks could kill' so right now I'm a pretty busy girl. But oh well… its Christmas Break. Anyhow, I wrote this for you all so please review in return. I'd greatly be grateful for it. Thank you and enjoy my story! :)
-- The Only Girl I've Ever Loved --
Summary: Last Christmas, the only girl Draco has ever loved died. One year later, is it Draco's imagination or can he totally see her through one girl he least expected—Virginia Weasley? Just because somebody died doesn't mean they're gone forever…
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Draco was standing in front of his room. Behind him was a sobbing girl, a beautiful one. Everything was a blur. He can't understand. He doesn't want to understand what's happening. The girl was talking to him but he doesn't want to listen. He can't take it. This is too much.
"Draco, please. Just listen to me," the sobbing girl pleaded.
"I've heard enough," Draco said coldly. "There is nothing more to explain, isn't it?"
The girl cried louder. "No. It's not true… it's not true… please believe me. Don't listen to him—"
"And why not?" Draco growled angrily. "He's my best friend."
"I—I'm your girl friend," she croaked.
Draco didn't reply anymore. He hesitated then dashed out of his room, slamming the door furiously behind him. He could hear her calling his name but he didn't come back…
"Draco…! Draco…!"
But it wasn't his girl friend's voice. It was Pansy, nudging him. He shook his head as he snapped back into reality.
It was just a dream… I dream… Draco thought miserably. He groaned.He looked at around him. His friends were around him, looking extremely worried.
"Are you all right?" Crabbe asked.
Draco didn't answer him. He stared at the door feeling this great sadness and regret slit painfully in his heart.
"Are you dreaming again?" Pansy asked nervously. "About… about…"
"About Blaise and Megan," Draco said emotionless. "Yes."
"What happened?" Goyle said.
"I just—I don't wanna talk about it, ok?" Draco snapped, turning away from them. He looked at the familiar blended colors of silver and green of his door, and the memory of him slamming the door furiously swept over him. He closed his eyes and spoke to them.
"Go away," he growled quietly.
Pansy and Crabbe glanced at each other worriedly. But they showed no sign of moving.
"Didn't you hear what I said?" Draco asked irritably.
"But—" Goyle started.
"I SAID LEAVE ME ALONE!" he shouted.
Pansy jumped in surprise. Then she signaled Crabbe and Goyle to go out. She followed them out, sighing.
Draco was alone now. All alone. He was used to this. But he hated it.
Don't blame yourself.
But Draco wants to blame someone. He doesn't want to blame her. Coz she loves him. The only one who loved him truly. And he loved her.
The only one he had ever loved.
But she betrayed me. She betrayed me…***
It was lunchtime and Ginny was strolling along the hallways by herself planning to go to the library. As she turned to the corner, she heard a squealing voice and two boys guffawing and chortling. Worried and curious, she tracked the voices.
Not those stupid Slytherins again bullying Gryffindors.
She was right. The squealing voice belonged to her friend, Colin Creevey. And the two boys snickering and hooting was none other than Malfoy's dumb cronies, Crabbe and Goyle. Colin was shaking with fear and anger and Crabbe and Goyle was teasing him. Poor kid.
It appears that Crabbe and Goyle were bored and saw poor Creevey walking alone and decided to have him as their target.
Ginny looked above. Oh… Ginny thought, mentally nodding in understanding. There, hooked in the edge of a portrait of a handsome guy and beautiful girl flirting, was Colin's stuffed toy bear. One of the most important things for Colin in the whole world.
Ginny almost giggled but remembering the situation, she stomped her way between Crabbe and Goyle [with great difficulty] and stood in front Colin.
"Give Colin his toy back," she said calmly, extending her hand to them.
Crabbe and Goyle glanced at each other and laughed loudly. Ginny rolled her eyes and sighed impatiently.
"Look, I don't have time for this so why don't you just give Colin his little toy back and find a new victim to play with," she said frostily.
Goyle sneered a horrible one. "If you don't have time then—"
"Why do you have to hang around here?" Crabbe finished off. "Why don't you just leave and let us take care of this poor kid here and his dumb stuff toy?"
"My—stuff—toy—is—not—DUMB!!!" Colin shrieked attempting to punch Crabbe and ending up falling on the floor, whimpering. Ginny helped him to his feet and looked at Crabbe and Goyle.
"Actually, I've thought of that but I'm a Gryffindor," Ginny shrugged. "I help people who are in need."
Crabbe let out a loud laugh. "Would you stop doing that? It makes you look stupider than you are right now," Ginny said coldly.
Crabbe and Goyle's face reddened with anger and embarrassment. "Take that back," Goyle growled.
"Why should I?" she said icily. "It's the truth, isn't it?"
The next thing she knew, Crabbe and Goyle were straddling her. There were two shrieks—coming from her mouth and coming from Colin. She could hear the guffaw coming from the cronies' mouth.
A voice interrupted the bizarre moment.
"Crabbe, Goyle, let the girl down," commanded a bored drawling voice.
Ginny opened her eyes. She could see the white blonde hair of Malfoy. She studied his face—calm, bored but fierce and powerful. And she took control of these two dumb monsters because once these two cronies heard Malfoy's stern command; they dropped Ginny like a bomb and she went crashing on the floor.
"Idiots," she muttered, wincing.
A hand was extended in front of her. She looked up and saw Malfoy staring at her. She took it and stood up. Malfoy went over to the portrait, took out his wand and in a second, Colin was squealing with joy.
"Look, Ginny, look! Mr. Scarhead is back!"
Mr. Scarhead? I wonder where he got that name. Ginny thought sarcastically.
Ginny raised her eyebrows but forced a bright smile. "Err—that's great, Colin. I'm really… really happy for you," she finished lamely.
Draco smirked. Ginny looked over to him and glared.
"Look here, ferret boy. You and your stupid friends can go now, you hear me?" Ginny said hotly and started to go away.
Draco marched over to her and turned her around violently. He grasped her shoulders firmly and tightly and Ginny found herself wincing again.
"Look, girl. Be thankful that I saved you and your little friend there. This should teach you a lesson. Don't pretend you're brave when all you can do is whimper," he snarled.
"Let go!" Ginny said desperately.
Draco stared at her and his eyes widened.
What? Ginny thought. What now?
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Draco's throat tightened. His heart was beating faster than its normal speed. His hand was clammy and he started sweaty all over his body. His feet felt like it was jelly and his mind was spinning. His breath was fast.
This only happen to him once in a blue moon. Actually, it never happened since… since…
Draco's lips quivered slightly. He gulped.
Since Megan died last Christmas.
And she was the only who can do that to him. He would go like that whenever Megan's around. Now he's doing that body reaction when Weasley was around.
And its two weeks before Christmas…
He shook his head and looked at the frightened Weasley. He never paid attention to her before and now—and now he realized what's so familiar about her. But what?
Then it hit him—she and Megan have resemblance!
Now that Draco's near Ginny, he could totally see it. She's like Megan… and it seems to him like she is Megan.
No, forget it. Megan's dead. She betrayed you. And she's the reason why you're best friend died.
Draco flinched and he inhaled softly. But I love her.
He continued staring at Ginny. To her hair, to her eyes, to her nose, to her lips and down to her neck and that's when his heart literally stopped.
It was her necklace… it was a silver half moon. And Megan's the only one he knew who wears that. And he gave it to her before Christmas.
"Where did you get this?" Draco asked Ginny.
Ginny blinked. "Its mine. Somebody—somebody gave it to me."
"ITS NOT YOURS! YOU HEAR ME? IT'S NOT FUCKING YOURS! IT BELONGED TO MEGAN! WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GET THIS? ITS MEGAN'S NOT YOURS!" Draco shouted at Ginny.
Ginny's eyes got big with fear. "It's…It's mine," she protested weakly.
Crabbe and Goyle pushed Malfoy off Ginny.
"Go away, girl," Crabbe said, still restraining Malfoy from getting to Ginny. Ginny backed away. "Go away now."
Ginny scurried off to the other way, Colin behind her, never yet to look back but to ponder on what just happened.
She held her necklace. What? What did I do?
And who the hell is Megan?
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I hope you're not confuse or something. Please be patient enough to wait for what will happen next. I promise you it will be worth it. You will understand soon. I will tell you all the details about Blaise and Megan's death. Please stay tuned and please review a nice one. I will truly appreciate your kindness. Thank you!
What has Ginny got to do with Draco's only love, Megan? Why did Blaise [Draco's best friend] and Megan died? I promise you shocking twists and unexpected turns!
Merry Christmas to you all! =)
With love,
Kryzll
