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Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter

She lied. She lied she lied she lied. She said she loved me. She told me. To my face. It was all a lie. A dirty lie. A revengeful lie. I'd been so...happy. I'd never been so happy. She made me feel alive. I felt warm, loved. I loved. Now I'm ice. Shards of ice, shattered in her wake. Shattered on the Ministry floor.
I'd walked into work, the day after, still happy. Happy until I noticed the glares. I have "The Prophet" shoved under my nose.

Ginerva Potter Cheats on Husband with Former Rival Draco Malfoy

I panic. How had they found out? Does Astoria know? Potter must. Was Ginny forced out of her house? I had to check on her to make she was fine. I ran to her office, but when I entered, she was grinning, laughing. When she saw me she froze. She got up and walked to me slowly, deliberately.
"Malfoy." she'd said, "What happened was...a mistake." I thought I'd known what she meant. I try to explain things.
"I'm sorry he found out, I don't know how he did, I swear I didn't say..."
"I did. It wasn't a mistake that he found out. That was the part that was on purpose. The mistake was getting you involved. Draco...he'd cheated. I wanted to hurt him. And who could hurt him more than you? But I didn't know, I swear I didn't know about your feelings for me. I didn't mean to hurt you in the process. But what I'd said...it wasn't a lie! I mean some of it was, but after what you said...it wasn't meaningless Malfoy! I do like you! And I didn't mean to hurt you-"
"You said that." I'd managed to croak out. Tears were pouring down my face as I left. She'd told me she loved me. It was a trick. A dirty trick. She's dirty. A whore. A whore who hurt me more than I've ever hurt before.
Astoria got the house. The money. The child.
Ginny got my heart. My hopes. My pride.
I got the worst deal. I got the hatred of the public. Ginny's the victim. I'm the adulterer. The pervert. The rapist. The one who's better off dead.

Shit. Shit. Shit.
What have I done?
I'd just wanted to hurt my now ex-husband.
But in the process I hurt...who?
My friend?
My enemy?
My sex partner?
My crush?
I never hated him before...but I never liked him either. But he'd been kind. But not overly so. Not noble. He was Smart. Clever. Tricky. But lovable. And so god-damn sexy...he knew he'd made mistakes. He admitted it. He was fun to be around. Comical. Beautiful. And so pissed at me it makes Harry's relationship with Voldemort look like a love story.
And it was my fault. All my fault. I'd hurt him so much...he told me he loved me, I told him sex with him was a trick on my husband, and ruined his marriage. Well done Ginny, bloody well done. And it wouldn't have mattered, really, except that I can't stop thinking about him. I tried to stop. It won't help anyone. And he won't want me anymore. I ruined his life.
Maybe I can fix it too.

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