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Summary: Draco Malfoy tells Ginevra Weasley how he feels about her, yet love is a powerful emotion and it can overtake people. Draco and Ginevra are both in need of saving.
Authoress: BallerinaBarbie
Title: Quiet Thoughts and Unspoken Dreams
Prologue: Draco Malfoy's Seventh Year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Draco Malfoy stood before the fireplace in the Slytherin Commonroom and his life was crashing down around him. He had been a fool to believe Ginevra could ever love him, and now he was making a foll out of himself again.
"Ginevra, I know you could never feel the same way about me. I know your parents told you about how horrible the Malfoys are, but I had to tell you. I love you, not for any other reason than you are you. I trust and respect you, even honor you like a goddess," Draco said softly. Inside his heart was breaking knowing the only good thing he ever had in his life was walking out the door.
"Draco, you are wrong yet again. I felt the same way once upon a time, but you were the one who proved my parents right. I trusted you and you let me down. It is easy to fall in love for the first time, your heart has never been broken. You smashed my heart into a million pieces and now I fear I may never love again. I thought I could change you," she said sadly. She had wanted him to say these words to her for so long, but now they meant nothing.
"You did change me, Ginevra. I am different, give me a chance to show you," he pleaded. She looked at him sadly and shook her head slightly.
"Draco a man can change many things, but the past is not one of them," she answered cooly. "I know you all too well, in a week you will have changed back."
"I should have known you would leave, everyone always walks out on me. When father starts to beat me, mother walks out. When things get hard between us, you are willing to give up everything we had together and walk out," he snapped. Ginevra knew Draco's self-pity was one his tactics to try to convince her to stay, he had done it before. Draco was justified in feeling alone, but only because he shut out the World. He had never needed anyone's help.
"Draco, I am not walking out on you. I did love you, I still love you, and part of me will always love you. Your choices are what keeps us apart, nothing else," Ginevra snapped back. Ginevra had never let Draco intimidate her, that was what had made her special in his eyes.
"My father's choices for me keep us apart," he corrected.
"If you hate him, why do you stay?" she asked, all she wanted was for him to be honest with her.
"If your parents raised you like mine did maybe you would understand," he said sharply. His family was a very sensitive issue for him, not that it ever stopped him from insulting hers.
"If my parents hated me, I think I would walk away," Ginevra argued heatedly.
"My parents do not hate me," he hissed unable to look at her knwoing it was true.
"If you can not recognize hate, maybe you can not see what love is," she replied off-handedly.
"I have only been sure of two things in my whole entire life and one of them was you Ginevra," Draco said searching her eyes.
"I want to believe you," she answered.
"Then believe Ginevra," he encouraged her.
"The mark on your arm tells me otherwise. You have lost a small portion of your soul, doomed to always serve another master," she said steadily. "You are not the man I fell in love with. You are one of the people I hate most."
"Ginevra, once more, either agree to marry me, or terrible things may happen to your precious little family," Draco said all the warmth leaving his silver eyes.
"Is that a threat?" she asked defiantly.
"No, it is a fact," he replied. "As a Death Eater I can protect you and your family."
"Will it make you feel strong Draco? Does pushing me into marrying you make you feel big?" she asked quietly.
"Ginevra I do not want to hurt you," he said in a compassionate voice.
"Then walk away from me," she answered simply. He smirked at her request.
"I do not think that is possible, Ginevra," Draco replied simply. He advanced on her slowly, pausing for dramatic effect.
"What?" she demanded, she backed away from him slightly.
"I already told you, Malfoys always get what they want. And I want you," he said condescendingly. Ginevra took another step back from him.
"Draco, stop you're scaring me," she choked out. Suddenly he was right in front of her, so close his breath could be felt upon her neck. Luckily, at that moment the entrance burst open and there stood Harry Potter.
"Harry," Ginny cried out and began to run to him, but Draco caught her wrist. "LET GO!" Ginevra commanded.
"Nice to see you, Potter," Draco drawled as though this scene was common.
"Let her go, Malfoy. I know this is really about you and me," Harry said boldly, but inaccurately.
"So arrogant, just like your father. This is about me and Ginevra," he corrected. Ginevra's eyes widened in horror at th declaration. No one had ever known Draco and her had been in love.
"You and who?" Harry asked dumbfounded. He had never bothered to learn Ginny's real name, but caught the hint as he jerked Ginny's wrist.
"What do you want with Ginny?" he asked beginning to worry, he was not prepared to deal with Draco Malfoy. He had expected Ginny to have been bait, not to find his enemy madly in love with his best friend's sister.
"What don't I want with her," Malfoy replied in a disgusting manner. Ginevra, however had had enough. Her right hook had collided with Draco's nose bridge and blood was gushing from his nose. She took advantage of the situation and bolted for the exit, Harry folowing behind her. Once they were back at Gryffindor Tower, Harry looked at her an asked the question she had been dreading since his arrival.
"Do you love Malfoy?" he asked bewildered.
"The truth?"
"Yeah, please. I don't like running off into unknown situations," he said jokingly.
"Er- yes, very much," Ginevra said. She heard a loud sound next to her and saw Ron laying on the floor. Harry looked at him and said in a very strained voice.
"He passed out."
A/N: Hi, umm yeah. This is my first fic so be extra nice alright? I don't really know what a review is suposed to say, but I don't care if it says I suck, I just want some opinions, okay? Thanks a bunch, Love BallerinaBarbie.
Summary: Draco Malfoy tells Ginevra Weasley how he feels about her, yet love is a powerful emotion and it can overtake people. Draco and Ginevra are both in need of saving.
Authoress: BallerinaBarbie
Title: Quiet Thoughts and Unspoken Dreams
Prologue: Draco Malfoy's Seventh Year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Draco Malfoy stood before the fireplace in the Slytherin Commonroom and his life was crashing down around him. He had been a fool to believe Ginevra could ever love him, and now he was making a foll out of himself again.
"Ginevra, I know you could never feel the same way about me. I know your parents told you about how horrible the Malfoys are, but I had to tell you. I love you, not for any other reason than you are you. I trust and respect you, even honor you like a goddess," Draco said softly. Inside his heart was breaking knowing the only good thing he ever had in his life was walking out the door.
"Draco, you are wrong yet again. I felt the same way once upon a time, but you were the one who proved my parents right. I trusted you and you let me down. It is easy to fall in love for the first time, your heart has never been broken. You smashed my heart into a million pieces and now I fear I may never love again. I thought I could change you," she said sadly. She had wanted him to say these words to her for so long, but now they meant nothing.
"You did change me, Ginevra. I am different, give me a chance to show you," he pleaded. She looked at him sadly and shook her head slightly.
"Draco a man can change many things, but the past is not one of them," she answered cooly. "I know you all too well, in a week you will have changed back."
"I should have known you would leave, everyone always walks out on me. When father starts to beat me, mother walks out. When things get hard between us, you are willing to give up everything we had together and walk out," he snapped. Ginevra knew Draco's self-pity was one his tactics to try to convince her to stay, he had done it before. Draco was justified in feeling alone, but only because he shut out the World. He had never needed anyone's help.
"Draco, I am not walking out on you. I did love you, I still love you, and part of me will always love you. Your choices are what keeps us apart, nothing else," Ginevra snapped back. Ginevra had never let Draco intimidate her, that was what had made her special in his eyes.
"My father's choices for me keep us apart," he corrected.
"If you hate him, why do you stay?" she asked, all she wanted was for him to be honest with her.
"If your parents raised you like mine did maybe you would understand," he said sharply. His family was a very sensitive issue for him, not that it ever stopped him from insulting hers.
"If my parents hated me, I think I would walk away," Ginevra argued heatedly.
"My parents do not hate me," he hissed unable to look at her knwoing it was true.
"If you can not recognize hate, maybe you can not see what love is," she replied off-handedly.
"I have only been sure of two things in my whole entire life and one of them was you Ginevra," Draco said searching her eyes.
"I want to believe you," she answered.
"Then believe Ginevra," he encouraged her.
"The mark on your arm tells me otherwise. You have lost a small portion of your soul, doomed to always serve another master," she said steadily. "You are not the man I fell in love with. You are one of the people I hate most."
"Ginevra, once more, either agree to marry me, or terrible things may happen to your precious little family," Draco said all the warmth leaving his silver eyes.
"Is that a threat?" she asked defiantly.
"No, it is a fact," he replied. "As a Death Eater I can protect you and your family."
"Will it make you feel strong Draco? Does pushing me into marrying you make you feel big?" she asked quietly.
"Ginevra I do not want to hurt you," he said in a compassionate voice.
"Then walk away from me," she answered simply. He smirked at her request.
"I do not think that is possible, Ginevra," Draco replied simply. He advanced on her slowly, pausing for dramatic effect.
"What?" she demanded, she backed away from him slightly.
"I already told you, Malfoys always get what they want. And I want you," he said condescendingly. Ginevra took another step back from him.
"Draco, stop you're scaring me," she choked out. Suddenly he was right in front of her, so close his breath could be felt upon her neck. Luckily, at that moment the entrance burst open and there stood Harry Potter.
"Harry," Ginny cried out and began to run to him, but Draco caught her wrist. "LET GO!" Ginevra commanded.
"Nice to see you, Potter," Draco drawled as though this scene was common.
"Let her go, Malfoy. I know this is really about you and me," Harry said boldly, but inaccurately.
"So arrogant, just like your father. This is about me and Ginevra," he corrected. Ginevra's eyes widened in horror at th declaration. No one had ever known Draco and her had been in love.
"You and who?" Harry asked dumbfounded. He had never bothered to learn Ginny's real name, but caught the hint as he jerked Ginny's wrist.
"What do you want with Ginny?" he asked beginning to worry, he was not prepared to deal with Draco Malfoy. He had expected Ginny to have been bait, not to find his enemy madly in love with his best friend's sister.
"What don't I want with her," Malfoy replied in a disgusting manner. Ginevra, however had had enough. Her right hook had collided with Draco's nose bridge and blood was gushing from his nose. She took advantage of the situation and bolted for the exit, Harry folowing behind her. Once they were back at Gryffindor Tower, Harry looked at her an asked the question she had been dreading since his arrival.
"Do you love Malfoy?" he asked bewildered.
"The truth?"
"Yeah, please. I don't like running off into unknown situations," he said jokingly.
"Er- yes, very much," Ginevra said. She heard a loud sound next to her and saw Ron laying on the floor. Harry looked at him and said in a very strained voice.
"He passed out."
A/N: Hi, umm yeah. This is my first fic so be extra nice alright? I don't really know what a review is suposed to say, but I don't care if it says I suck, I just want some opinions, okay? Thanks a bunch, Love BallerinaBarbie.