DISCLAIMER: I DONT OWN IT!
"Words"
His words no longer meant anything to Ginny. For a long time, they stung so sharply that she wasn't sure she'd be able to survive another harsh insult. She suffered in silence, her eyes never showing the deep sadness that they held. She would never break; she would never succumb to him in that way. It was her strong will and determination that held her throughout those few months.
It had started in November. She began to notice him in a different way. Her eyes just couldn't help but inspect him, lingering on the curve of his shoulders and the faint lines of his toned chest. But he never noticed her. Maybe he was just used to people staring at him. But she didn't just stare, she admired from afar. He never knew and he continued to throw insults at her, as though it didn't affect her.
But it did. Each "Weaselette" and "Blood traitor" made her recoil and fight back tears. She would lie in her bed at night and let it all out, screaming and shouting at him. She said things she only wished she could say to his face. "Draco Malfoy, you're a strongly misunderstood boy and I think I'm falling in love with you."
Ginny knew it was only a silly fantasy. He wasn't misunderstood. He was perfectly understood. There was no suppressed side of Draco Malfoy for her to draw out of hiding. There was no soft side to him, not poetic master waiting to get out. No part of Draco wanted her in any way.
It didn't take long for Ginny to move on. She pined for two months before realizing that there was someone else who actually wanted her. Someone who was a wonderful man; attentive and loving. Harry Potter was a much better choice for her, in the long run, and surely she would be happy with him. He was like her security blanket.
By the end of the year, she could once again look on Draco Malfoy with disgust and contempt and hurl insults right back at him. But they were no longer weapons, just words.
FIN
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