Title: Separate Paths
Summary: Harry dumped Ginny back in 6th year. Now, 6 years later, Ginny is married to Draco Malfoy and she hates her life. Voldemort is dead but there is dark stuff going around. Recently, she has been thinking a lot about Harry. Alternate chapters, Ginny then Harry etc.
Disclaimer: All I can hear is my MSN bleeping, a rabid dog barking outside my window and my sister listening to music…if I owned this, I would be rich enough to buy my own house…
'Author's Notes: Until I say otherwise, this story is no longer in Alternate Chapters because there is no point at this stage of the story. They will return in the future but for now I may write Harry and Ginny's view in one chapter and then Draco's in another.
More Angst! Yay!
Chapter Twelve: Confessions
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Harry paled.
"What do you mean?" Ron butted in, visibly shaken. "Where are they?"
"I don't know!" Hermione cried, tears streaking down her face.
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Meanwhile, at the Burrow, if Molly Weasley would've looked at her family clock, she would've seen Ginny's hand move around to Mortal Peril.
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"What do you want from me?" Ginny cried as she was thrown to the floor, her hands bleeding. Draco threw his cloak onto the floor: his general appearance had changed since Ginny's disappearance. He had lost a vast amount of weight, making him appear skeletal and his hair no longer shone platinum but looked dull and lifeless.
"Why did you go?" He asked, looking down on her. Ginny pushed herself up into a sitting position and cradled her still-bleeding hands.
"You changed," She answered, not looking at him. Draco sat down next to Ginny and made him look at her.
"No I didn't," He said simply. Ginny, forgetting about the pain in her hands, pushed herself sharply and towered over him. Draco had forgotten how intimidating – and sexy – she could be when she was really angry.
"Yes you did! The Draco I fell in love with was kind, sweet, he never hurt anyone, not really!" Ginny cried, throwing her arms into the air. "But look at you! Look at what you did! You hurt her! And you meant it too!" Draco turned away from Ginny. This was the harsh truth and he knew it. He never intended for things to be like this: he loved Ginny and the children, even Erin. But his mind had been poisoned by the man who had the most authority over him. His father. Draco seethed with rage at the man who had destroyed him.
"Ginny, I-"
"I don't want to hear it Draco." Ginny said, turning to face the man she was once so in love with. "I don't love you anymore. I can't be with you." Draco looked into Ginny's chocolate eyes. They showed mixed emotions towards him, but the most noticeable one was pity. She felt sorry for him. She knew what power Lucius had over him, but she didn't want to be stuck in a loveless marriage any more. She wanted to be free, to be with the man she loved.
Draco pulled his gaze away from Ginny and allowed her to walk up the stairs, back into her old home. It was a mess. Dust was piled on every visible surface and empty food packets littered the floor. She could also see evidence that Pansy Parkinson had been there. Ginny shuddered, wondering if Draco really did love her.
"Let me go, Draco." She said, looking into her eyes again. "If you really love me, or the children, you'll let me go."
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A/N: I know this chapter's really short, but there's only one left of this story! Woo! If anyone liked this story enough for there to be a sequel, please let me know!