Nothing belongs to me.
LXXXVI: Mother Nature
Draco could safely say that he had seen the many sides of Ginny Weasley – Happy Ginny, Angry Ginny, Fiery Ginny, Icy Ginny, Brave Ginny, Scared Ginny. But not one of these Ginnys unnerved him as much as the bedraggled, pathetic Ginny standing on his doorstep.
She had come through the violent downpour, he imagined. It would explain why her clothes clung to her like a second skin and why her vibrant hair was plastered to her head, giving her the overall appearance of a drowned person.
Personally, Draco preferred Naked Ginny.
But he wasted no time in inviting her wordlessly into his warm home and allowing her to drip onto his pricy Persian carpets.
But Draco immediately regretted this, and with a feeling of unease, he asked her, "Why are you here?"
She gazed up at him with tormented eyes.
"You shouldn't even be here, Ginny." he said coldly, and he was dismayed to see her falter under his stare.
This weak and broken Ginny was alien to him. What happened to the strong, stubborn woman he (as much as he hated to admit it) had come to admire?
But Draco already knew the answer to this.
"Malfoys and Weasleys were never meant to get along, let alone…fall in love." He glanced away. "It's mother nature." he whispered.
"It never stopped you before." she said quietly. "What's stopping you now?"
Draco swallowed the lump that formed in his throat. "Astoria."