Pretty Girl

'Pretty girl is suffering, while he confesses everything
Pretty soon she'll figure out what his intentions were about...'

Ginny sat and listened. Tears began to fall from her eyes, staining her face pink where they fell as she realized what Draco was saying to her. He'd used her. He'd used her for the same reason that Tom had used her, and she wondered how she could keep making the same mistake. Why did she always fall for someone who would, in the end, always hurt her.
'That's what you get for falling again
You can never get 'em out of your head...'
She knew that she would never forget Draco after this. It had been the same way with Tom. Even after Harry had destroyed the diary that had almost killed her, she knew he would never leaver her in peace. Maybe that's why she kept falling for the wrong guys. Maybe she liked to be hurt.

'It's the way
That he makes you feel
It's the way
That he kisses you
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love...'

No. She knew why she kept doing this. She loved how they made her feel as if she was something special. They made her feel like she mattered. It wasn't like how she felt when she was around Harry, Ron, and Hermione. They acted as if she wouldn't understand anything even though she was only a year younger than them.

They made her feel like what she thought made all the difference. Like when they kissed her she felt that they put their who soul and body into the kiss, like they were never going to kiss again.
'She's beautiful as usual with bruises on her ego and
Her killer instinct tells her to be aware of evil men...'

The voice in her head began again, telling her that she wouldn't do this again, but deep down she knew that she would and it made her feel low. It made her feel that she needed to be broken. Broken so that she couldn't blame herself for falling for these guys who made her feel beautiful and wanted. Made her feel like she belonged. Her heart was warning her to be cautious, while her head and her body was thinking of him. She wanted to go to him one last time, but reason over comes her and she doesn't.
'And that's what you get for falling again
You can never get 'em out of your head
And that's what you get for falling again
You can never get 'em out of your head...'
She thought about Draco constantly. She watched him in the halls. She watched him as he walked out of the Great Hall with a girl on his arm. She watched as he bent to whisper something in her ear as he passes her. She closes her eyes and tries to shake him out of her head, but the feelings won't go away.

She knew that she'd fell in love with him, and as she opened her eyes to see him leave she knew that he had done it on purpose. He'd marked her as his and she would never be able to forget him. She began to leave the great hall hoping that wouldn't dream about him.
'It's the way
That he makes you feel
It's the way
That he kisses you
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love...'
She was dreaming about him. She dreamt about the first time he'd kissed her. Even now after it had happen she couldn't seem to see the lie. She could only feel.
'It's the way
That he makes you feel
It's the way
That he kisses you
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love
Love...'
Love is the biggest betrayal. You can't think, you can only feel. You can't function. The best way to hurt someone is to make them fall in love.

She thought back to when he confessed what it was that he had been doing with her. It hurt in a way that she couldn't even begin to describe. It felt worse than if he'd hit her. She had cried herself to sleep for many nights after that.

'Pretty girl, pretty girl
Pretty girl is suffering, while he confesses everything
Pretty soon she'll figure out
You can never get 'em out of your head...'

She couldn't sleep, she started eating less and less, and she couldn't stop thinking about him. She needed some way to stop thinking about him if not forget.

She looked up from the plate of food she fixed but hadn't touched feeling a pair of eyes on her. She looked up and met a pair of emerald green eyes across the table from her. Their eyes locked for a second and she knew that he had seen everything.
'It's the way
That he makes you cry
It's the way
That he in your mind
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love...'
They had talked after that and just as she had thought he knew everything, but he hadn't judge her. They talked after that about everything that had happened and just life in general. As time passed she felt herself slowly letting go of Draco. She could never forget him though. It was like Tom, he would always be in her mind no matter what she did, but she could stop thinking about him all of the time.

'It's the way
That he makes you feel
It's the way
That he kisses you
It's the way
That he makes you fall in love
Love.'

The time she'd spend with Harry she felt herself slowly falling for him and one night she sat with him in the common room. Everyone had gone to be and the just sat together staring at the fire. She looked up into his eyes. She felt him as he stared back and she knew he could see into her soul. She knew it because in that split second she had looked into his eyes he kissed her and in that moment she knew that she had fallen again.

She let him pull her closer. He tasted sweet like fresh picked strawberries, but somewhere in her mind she knew that this was wrong. She didn't care. She felt like she belonged. She knew that it was going to end up the same though. It always ended the same.

Pretty girl is suffering, while he confesses everything
Pretty soon she'll figure out
You can never get 'em out of your head.'

The End