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A/N: I know it's been a while, but I've been working on original fiction and reading actual books, so I kind of dropped off the face of Um...I'm back.-Cole

Ship: Draco/Ginny


Every night, every single night, she meets him in the hallways. Every night she follows him to his room and they talk and make love for hours. Every night is so perfect to her, means so much to her, he is everything to her.

But it kills her because even though she's walking on air after every encounter, he doesn't care. It doesn't effect him at all. It's like nothing happened. And his nochalance kills her because she wants him to love her, atleast pretend to love her, because she knows that she loves him and needs him and wants him.

And now they're lying side-by-side and his hands are running through her hair as she slowly falls asleep and just as her eyes close he tells her those three words she's been dying to hear for the last year. He says, "I love you," and he means it, really he does. He's just never known love, never understood love, never loved at all, so this is all new to him and he has to act like it doesn't effect him because really it's burning up inside of him. And nonchalance was always his weapon for everything.

And two years later, he finds himself on one knee with a diamond ring in his hand. "Ginevra," he says. Because it was always Ginevra, never Ginny or Gin, those were too immature for his queen, always Ginevra. "Ginevra will you marry me."

And she smiles at him and kisses him and just as he's about to put the ring on her finger she turns away and says, "No."

And he understands. Of course he understands. He could give her love, protection, anything she could ever want. But he couldn't give her freedom, or acceptance, or friendship, or truth, or equality.

And they finally understand that even though they tried so hard to make this relationship work, they weren't meant to be. Fated to fall in love but destined to be apart. Fate had always hated them any way.

So he watches her marry Longbottom, because the fat bloke was always infactuated with his fiery beauty, and while everyone else is crying tears of happiness for the new couple, he lets a lone, silver tear roll down his face.

Because now he finally realizes, that even though he wanted this so much, wanted her so much, needed her so much. Loved her so much. Sometimes love just wasn't enough.