My days of being busy as come to an end. A new WrittingAkatsuki will be born. Starting today I shall write more for my readers. May you like my story and the review button is at the bottom.
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Their bodies just fit like pieces of the jigsaw puzzle she had put together as a kid. Their lips seemed to click as they met. Legs intertwining, her small pale ones and his tan ones. They were meant for each other. It was obvious, but that couldn't be. They hated each other, it wasn't possible. Why were they lying in this bed and why did it seem so perfect. There was no sense of wrong as he touched her. No remorse as he kissed her. It was as if she'd burst from pleasure.
She would rather die then face this decision. How was she to lie along, without his? She was nothing, an empty shell, worthless. It was like all the bad things in the world disappeared when his arms were around her, but it stopped when they weren't together and the pain of wrongness returned. Her hands touched his light blond head, and his touched her red curls as the moved. It was like a dance, their own dance only two people could do. But why? Their families had hated each other for centuries. But how? When she was with his it was like they were one, one being never to part.
"Ginny you know we can't be together" he said, breaking my heart. The world stopped shattering into millions. "We hate each other, it's just a faze. We just can't, it won't work. You'll get hurt and I couldn't stand that. You have to go. We can't see each other again." The pain of what he had just said hit me like a bullet.
"But we fit, it works. We can pretend…" my sentence trailed off.
"Ginny don't you see, you're a Weasley. We've ALWAYS hated each other." He rolled off our dance finished, stopped right in the middle by something called love (or hate). It couldn't be, we had just been one…whole, but he just cast me aside.
I watched his sculpted back as it rose and fell. His robe cut through my view. "Draco, you can't do this to me,"
"But I can. I'm a Malfoy; I can do whatever I want"
"I suppose hurting me is at the top of the list?!" I was mad now. "I didn't think you would stoop that low, I knew you could, never thought you would tho. I was swept up by your games and lies, now I regret it." With that I got up and brushed past him, picking up my robes on the way. As I went the pain and rage was so strong I could hardly breathe: almost like in bed but different somehow. I didn't hate Draco, just pitted him. He didn't have the power to hurt anyone; he just had the power to hurt himself. I was through with him after all… he was a Malfoy.