Title: One
Summary: We're one, but we're not the same.
Disclaimer: I own neither HP nor the song "One".
A/N: First GinnyDraco piece I've ever done. Please be gentle ;)
He was always cruel. So unlike the others. Yet that is why I loved him. He reminded me of Tom. A Slytherin. A cold and cruel Slytherin. In my eyes he was perfect. He loved that. Oh I know, he didn't love me. I don't care. Not really. At least, I never showed that I cared. I never cried. I never backed down. I screamed back at him and fought with him. Really fought. We hit each other. Kicked while the other was down. It was an abusive relationship and exactly what we both needed. Things were never fluffy. There was never a tender moment. He used to grab my hair, force me against the wall and attack my body. I remembered shivering as he violently bit my neck. Marking me. Things were so difficult, yet so easy. There was sex. Rough sex. It made us feel alive.
Is it getting better
Or do you feel the same
Will it make it easier on you now
You got someone to blame
He always blamed someone else for what he did. For what was done to him. He blamed me, for my red hair and my body. He spat at me that it was my fault he was doing this disgusting thing. I never answered. I didn't need to. I knew that in secret he was always blaming himself. I knew that deep down he was just a scared little boy. Someone who couldn't stand up to his father and got his revenge by screwing a Mugglelover. Someone who wanted power because he never felt in control at home. I understood.
Things have changed now. He really can blame someone. Me.
One love
One life
When it's one need
In the night
I made him become a father. It is all my fault. I made him lose everything he had. Somehow. He got rid of it. I remember his cruel face as he spoke those words. I remember feeling dead inside. I remember crying. I hadn't wanted this either. It was not my fault. I remembered begging for the first time. It didn't matter.
Well it's...
Too late
Tonight
To drag the past out into the light
He couldn't tell anyone. Why he had done it. He'd rather rot in Azkaban than admit the truth to the world. In a way I guess he has done it to protect me. He knew that my world wouldn't understand. They wouldn't want to understand. I guess, in a way, he did love me.
Have you come here for forgiveness
Have you come to raise the dead
He visited me afterwards. Once. Before he was sent to Azkaban. Night had long since fallen when he came. He brought flowers. White roses. He knew I loved them, though I had never told him. He spoke words. Gentle words. Then, as if he suddenly realised what he was doing, he started blaming me again. He told me that if I hadn't seduced him (because apparently calling him names and ignoring him is seducing him) that everything would be fine. I just listened. There was nothing much I could say. I couldn't defend myself because in Draco Malfoys world I was the one to blame.
Did I ask too much
More than a lot
You gave me nothing
Now it's all I got
He took my baby. He ruined my life. The one thing he gave me was silence. Not telling anybody the truth. In a way it's nothing, yet it is everything to me.
Love is a temple
Love a higher law
You ask me to enter
But then you make me crawl
I loved him. Draco. I would never tell him. After he had done what he did...I still loved him. I couldn't tell anyone.
And I can't be holding on
To what you got
When all you got is hurt
He hurt me in so many ways. The final hurt wasn't so bad. I had expected it to hurt more. I had expected to feel my heart breaking, but I just felt numb. I guess you can't break what's already destroyed. My heart had stopped beating long ago. This was just the final drop.
One love
One blood
One life
You got to do what you should
He did. He thought it was something he should do, so he did. I did what I always had done. I looked at him. Tears in my eyes. One soft whispered 'please'. I didn't know what I was begging for. When he spoke those words and my dead body hit the ground, I knew. I knew that it was okay. That he had finally given me something. He was sent to Azkaban, where he was sure to die soon. He did not promise me anything, but I knew we would be together in death. Finally together. I knew, once and for all, that he loved me. That we were one.
One...life
One
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