Nothing belongs to me.
XXXIV: Heartless
"Why am I here?" Her voice was soft, raspy, as though she hadn't used it in a while.
His eyes never left her. "You know why."
"If I did, I wouldn't've asked!"
Their eyes met for a moment, and she turned away, staring around at the room that had become her home over the last couple of months.
It was a large room, and it would have been grand too if not for its unkempt appearance. The room was dark and smelled of mold and urine, but this didn't stop the young man who always came in to watch the girl trapped inside.
The same girl gave a hollow laugh now, throwing her head back. Her bright red hair had lost its lustrous shine and was now dull, very much like her eyes. "How could you be so heartless, Malfoy?"
"It gets easier with practice."
She narrowed her eyes. "You're a monster! Did you think that by keeping me here that I'd learn to love you?"
"No."
"It would explain why you're always here, in this room." Ginny pushed herself off the bed and onto the floor. "Watching me like a starved wolf." she whispered.
"You're wrong." He replied quietly.
"Yeah, you're right." She tugged at the material of her nightdress. It had been weeks since she had last changed or seen a bath. "I could never love a monster like you."
"I don't care about you, Weasley." snarled Draco, jumping off the stool positioned just feet from her bed. "Or what you think!"
"Liar."
"You're wrong!" he screamed, slamming the door shut after him. "YOU'RE WRONG!"
They both wished that this were true.