Draco_Ginny426

Memories of a past love can be sweet... But not for Ginny...

Draco’s constant aching was the only thing that kept him alive, its stinging reminding him to breathe for every moment he struggled to exist. He couldn’t sleep, he barely ate, yet he felt as though he had slept for a thousand years, and eaten a hundred hearty meals just that day. Though the ice that was embedded so deep in his soul kept him cold, indifferent, and utterly passive; a new flame had sprung to life in him. Its crimson flames were so hot, that he thought he would explode at any given moment; simply burst into flames and singe everything in sight. This fire had a name... and it was Ginny Weasley.