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She's writing, she's writing, she's writing a novel
She's writing, she's weaving, conceiving a plot
It quickens it thickens, you can't put it down now
Draco turned his headphones up as he stared out the window of the speeding Hogwarts Express.
You think she's an open book but you don't know which page to turn to, do you?
You think she's an open book but you don't know which page to turn to, do you? Do you? Do you?
The repetitive chorus burned into his brain. Quietly singing along, he tuned out all other sounds, the creaking of the compartment, the screaming giggles of girls, the soft footsteps that approached from behind him.
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Ginny and Draco had been going steady for two years now. They hooked up in Draco's fourth year after fighting in Potions and making out the class period after. He had never felt more alive than when he was with Ginny, but something had changed this summer.
He didn't love her anymore. He didn't know what changed, or why. All he knew was that the happy squirmy feeling in his stomach didn't show up every time he heard her voice or felt her touch. Her hair didn't entrance him anymore. He laughed hollowly at her when her nose squinched up instead of the full-chested chuckle he usually let out. As much as he tried to hide his feelings, he was sure Ginny noticed. He didn't want to hurt her, but he couldn't string her along like this either.
He hadn't had the heart to break up with her over the summer through an owl. It seemed to cruel. Now he wished that he had so he could avoid this soon to be, very awkward, conversation.
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"Draco? Are you Ok? Your last letter sounded really, strange. I know you want to talk to me, and I think I know why."
Draco set his headphones on the seat next to him and looked into Ginny's already glistening eyes.
"Ginny, I'm sorry, but something changed. It's not what it used to be. I don't want to hurt you, but playing happy won't save anyone from pain."
Ginny nodded thoughtfully and stared out the window next to him for several moments; silence enveloped the odd couple. Ginny had know since the beginning of summer that this moment would come eventually. Draco had grown distant, he reacted cold and rigidly to her touch and answered messages with terse, unfeeling replies. Hiding behind denial, she had pretended nothing was wrong. The charade was over now. Not turning from the window, Ginny demanded in a soft, hurt voice;
"What changed? We were so happy once, I made you smile. I made you laugh, not snicker or sneer, but laugh. We fought our parents and our houses so we could be together. Why destroy all we built?" Ginny tried to hold her tears in and managed a strangled mutter, "You told me you loved me."
More silence followed as Draco contemplated the response to this. He had loved her. They had fought to be together, they had been happy.
"Things just change, people change. I can't explain my feelings I only know how I feel, and I think we would be better off friends."
That was last thing Ginny wanted to hear. Turning from the window toward the sliding door of the small compartment, Ginny looked at the ground instead of Draco. Tears leaked down her cheeks as she grabbed the handle of the door.
"It never works that way."
With that she left. Draco stared at the closed door as music echoed quietly from his discarded discman.
To me, coming from you, friend is a four letter word. End is the only part of the word, that I heard. Call me morbid, or absurd. But to me, coming from you, friend is a four letter word.
Draco picked up the discman and threw it bodily at the door where it crashed to the floor in shattered bits, a CD still spinning lazily inside.
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The relationship had been over for two weeks now. Ginny still came to the breakfast table with tear stains on her cheeks. Ron had been furious with Draco, as was to be expected. It had taken almost a year for Ron to trust Draco enough with his sister to leave them alone together for more than five minutes. Seeing Draco hurt his little sis put a giant black line through his name in Ron's book. Sure, Draco felt guilty about hurting her. He had never wanted to, but he wouldn't sacrafice his own happiness and freedom to live a lie with a girl he no longer loved.
The day after Ginny was gone, Slytherin girls were all over Draco. He didn't even get time to recover. Pansy and Lavendar had brought the Draco Malfoy Fan Club back out of hiding as soon as they had heard. Draco was sick of it already it. It didn't help that everytime Ginny saw another girl hanging on him she broke into fresh tears. Meal times were miserable for him. Between clingy Slytherin sluts, burning glares from the Hero Trio and the cold shoulder from Ginny, Draco never had happy moment to himself. He couldn't even break a smirk when Weasel caught his breakfast on fire while attempting to warm toast over a large candle. But he never doubted his decision to end the relationship, well, at least he didn't until a month later...
A/N: Hello all, this chapter is just an intro, more action to come! The first lyrics are from Cake's, "Open Book." The second lyrics are from their song, "Friend is a Four Letter Word." Please keep reading and !review! I'll update whenever homework lets up. : )
Thalia05