Amor Prohibido

Prologue

The words repeated over and over in her head. All of her hopes, all of her dreams slowly started to disappear, torn into shreds, shattered as if they were nothing. Tears stung her eyes as her breath quickened. Her chest heaved as she tried to control her emotions.

She stared at the scene before her wondering what it was that she had done to deserve this. All these years, all this time she had waited and waited hoping he would finally turn to her, only to have him declare his love to her.

She continued to watch from where she hid as they embraced together after their declaration of love. "Oh Harry," she cried out in a choked whisper, the tears refusing to stay pooled in her eyes any longer. Slowly they made their way down her cheek.

The silent sobs racked through her body as she fell to her knees, tears falling continuously. She had just lost everything that she had wanted. All was lost within minutes. Why did she have to be here to witness this?

She tried to stand up knowing that if she stayed where she was they would discover her. She didn't want them to see her like this. Her heart was broken; the tears fell heedlessly, as anger started to rise within her soul. Staggering back a little she managed to stand up slightly. Her legs felt weak but she knew she had to get out of here, get away from them.

She broke out into a run going down the large stairwell that was currently vacated since everyone was either in their respective common room or the Great Hall. Ignoring everything around her she ran to the large doors that led to outside, which were surprisingly open, but she didn't think about that as she ran out.

The cold autumn night's air hit her suddenly, but in her rush to escape from the pain she took no note of it. She continued to run, tears streaming down her face, the images that she saw mere minutes ago burning through her head, replaying over and over again.

In her haste she tripped over her robe and fell on the slightly wet grass. She didn't care anymore as she broke down finally. Tears fell down her face as she clutched her stomach in pain. Her world had just been ripped into shreds.

Draco Malfoy followed Ginny out the door as she ran. He, too, had witnessed what happened same as her, but devastation like the one she was obviously suffering through was the last thing on his mind.

He had stood there, further away from her, watching Harry tell Hermione Granger that he was in love with her. He saw the look of devastation on her face, the tears that had pooled within her eyes. He could see her heart break.

Draco Malfoy was not one to pity a soul or be sad because one was sad. But something about the way Ginny reacted reached something in him. She had fallen to her knees in tears and her body shook violently. He just stood there watching it, somehow enthralled by it all.

Then she had started running and something inside of him compelled him to follow her. Maybe it was so that he could rub it in her face, or to stain Harry Potter in another person's eyes. But the one reason he believed was the truth, he wouldn't allow himself to admit. That the reason he had decided to follow her was simply because he cared.

Reaching the lake, near which she was once again on her knees sobbing her heart out, he stood by and watched. Slowly and cautiously he started to walk towards her. The small amount of light that the full moon gave was more than enough to lead him to her. The light reflected off of the lake in beautiful shades of dark blue and silver.

He stopped when he had reached within a foot of her. Her red hair looked darker because of the light from the moon and the darkness of the evening. He stepped closer to her until his hand made contact with her shoulder. She jumped up quickly staring at him with fiery eyes, with a small amount of fear within them, her wand in her shaking hand.

He raised his hands up as if surrendering and her face hardened till nearly all emotions were gone. He said nothing but continued to stare at her. Her eyes were red and puffy. The tear tracks were evident. Her pose was one of stiffness and supposed confidence. But within her eyes he saw the pain behind them.

She stared at him unsure of what he was doing out here. Her wand was still in her hand pointed towards him. She had heard all of the stories, heard all the warnings that everyone had told her about, yet here she stood not caring any longer.

"Are you going to point that at me the whole time we are out here?" Malfoy questioned pointing to the wand. He looked around his surroundings as if he didn't have a care in the world.

"And what if I do?" she replied, challengingly, her voice hoarse from all the crying she had done. She tried to summon the confidence to face him and stand tall as she was right now, but something about his non-caring posture bothered her. His silver hair was blowing lightly in the wind, his gray/silver eyes glinting in the moonlight. He looked so different... so handsome... so captivating. She forced herself to rid those thoughts away from her head and focused on the situation at hand.

He shrugged his shoulders carelessly at her question. "If you do, then you do," he said nonchalantly. He started to walk around to the lake, passing her. Her wand followed his every movement. Malfoy took a seat on the grass near the water not caring that his robe may get dirty because of the light amount of dirt on the grass.

Ginny looked at him in confusion. He never acted like this around her, or anyone else that wasn't part of his Slytherin brotherhood. She didn't understand why he was even out here, bothering her when all she wanted to do was suffer through the harsh pain that Harry and Hermione made her suffer through alone.

"What do you want?" she asked cautiously her wand still pointed at him.

"Would you put that thing down?" he demanded, looking over his shoulder. She held onto the wand with a look of determination on her face. "Alright. Hold onto the damned wand," he muttered.

"What do you want Malfoy?" she asked again. She was growing more and more suspicious by the minute. She didn't understand his motives.

He stood up at that question and faced her. She looked as if she was ready to break; yet she held onto that small amount of strength to face him. He was impressed, but didn't really admit it. It wasn't his style to do so. "What they did to you was awful," he whispered, so quietly she could barely hear him.

But she had heard him and she took a step back from him. He had been there to witness her fall. He was watching while Hermione and Harry had declared their love to each other. She could see it in his eyes, yet she couldn't read what it was that those thoughts reflected.

"Are you here to rub it in? Do you want to tell me how foolish I was?"

He took a step forward and watched as she took one backward. He stopped where he was and just stared at her. "Do you really believe that I would do such a thing?"

"Of course you would. It's what you do. You don't give a damn about anyone but yourself. You are nothing but evil. We all know that," she told him confidently.

"That may be my reputation," he started looking up at the moon and not really looking at her. "But that is the last thing I came here to do." He looked at her finally, his eyes connecting with hers.

"Then why did you follow me?" she said, not believing him for a second.

"Harry Potter can fool many people and yet they can think that he is a saint," he began. "Now you know just how awful he is."

"Don't you dare finish what you are saying," said Ginny, in a harsh voice. "I don't want to hear it. You came here to see if you could make me hate Harry when you know nothing about me!" she exclaimed.

"I don't claim to know anything about you Weasley," Malfoy said in an angry ice cold voice. "I am just here to help you," his voice changed as he said this and he moved forward once more. This was when she didn't move backwards. She stood still waiting to see what it is that he would do.

"I don't want your help," she said in a determined voice. Why was he here? Why was he doing this? What did he have to gain from her misery, aside from a little entertainment?

Malfoy laughed out loud, a hysterical type of laugh looking up at the sky once more and then turning his back to her. "You Weasleys... you all say the same thing and do the same thing," he muttered.

"You may want to stop muttering if you want me to hear you," Ginny told him in a snide voice. He didn't listen though, just kept on talking.

"You know what I don't understand? Everyone just keeps exclaiming how good Harry is. How he is the one that is perfect, along with your brother and Hermione. They all try and protect you don't they?" he questioned turning back to face her.

She said nothing and he received his answer from that. Once again he started to step closer to her. "Ginny..." he said in a soft whisper. This was the first time he had ever called her by her nickname. "Oh Ginny don't you see?"

She was surprised at the tone he was using. It was alluring, something that attracted her to him. He stood in front of her and her hand that held the wand dropped to her side. Her eyes closed and she felt his breath near hers. What was happening?

"They try to protect you so much, yet they don't see that they are the ones who are causing you so much pain," he whispered. His hand went to where a strand of hair fell on her face and tucked it behind her ear. She took in a deep breath opening her eyes and looking into his silver gray eyes.

"You know nothing about them or me," she told him shaking her head, trying to forget how that simple touch made her feel.

"Maybe so," he somewhat agreed. "But the truth still remains. Have I ever caused you this much pain? I know they warned you about me. They told you all the evil things I would do to you, but did they ever warn you about your heart being broken... your dreams being shattered... and all because of them?" he whispered.

She started to step away from him, but his hand went to her wrist stopping her. She didn't like what she was hearing. She didn't want to hear this. She wanted to get away from him, but something compelled her to stay. "What do you want from me?"

"I don't want anything from you," he told her his voice still smooth as silk. His hand that held her wrist softened its grip. His fingers found her pulse and softly started to rub it with his thumb sending electricity up her body. "I just want you to see who it is that you trust so much, and if they could break you took out the work like the way they just did, do you really think you can trust them?"

She looked at him with angry eyes once more. "I know I can trust them. It is you that I can't trust," she told him before yanking her hand away from his.

"You say that over and over again yet you completely deny what is right in front of you!" he exclaimed in anger. "What did he just do to you? Potter and Granger just broke your damned heart and you are still defending them? You don't even believe in the possibility that what I may be saying is the truth?"

"You don't tell the truth Malfoy," Ginny said stepping forward this time on her own will. "You lie and you find entertainment by watching other people's dreams being shattered. You don't give a damn about me. It's all about manipulation and hurting others with you," she told him honestly tears in her eyes. "You want to ruin me any more than I already am? Well I won't let you."

"I don't want to ruin you Ginny," he whispered softly, temptingly. "I want to help you."

"And like I've said before. I don't want your help," she told him with a determined voice.

"You keep saying that, yet I know that you don't believe that," he whispered to her. "I know that you don't. Let me help you Ginny. I can show you a world that no one else can. I can teach you things that no one else would teach you. Do you really want to continue being that Ginny? The one that always needs protection, the one that everyone looks at as if she was ten years old?"

Ginny didn't admit that this wasn't something that she wanted. Truth was she hated how everyone treated her. She hated when they continuously thought that she wasn't mature enough to handle things on her own and they had to protect her from it all. She saw Malfoy's point, yet she didn't want to admit it.

Malfoy saw the question in her eyes. He saw the conviction, the thoughts that passed through. Whoever had said that the eyes were the windows to one's soul was right. He could see what she was thinking. Feeling confident, he stepped forward until they were a breath away. His hand went to cup her face and he felt a slight shiver as the autumn wind passed them once more. "You know what you want yet you won't give in," he whispered so soft that if he wasn't this close to her she wouldn't have heard him.

"What makes you think you know?" she questioned him, her breath somewhat quickening because of his closeness. She couldn't make herself move away. Something about the way he touched her, the way it felt, she wanted it. She wanted it more than anything at this very moment.

"I know because I can see. I saw you break down... I saw you cry your heart out and I want to help you Ginny. Let me in," he whispered to her alluringly. She closed her eyes once more and he took the chance that was in front of him and brushed his lips against her soft lips.

Ginny didn't know how to respond, but at this very moment, she didn't want to know. His lips prodded further, the kiss becoming more intense, the touch more powerful. His hand went up her arm and into her hair as he held onto her face kissing her passionately, probing his tongue against her lips, and asking for permission to enter her cavern.

Ginny willingly opened her mouth and their tongues collided with each other. The different taste of each other was so powerful that she wrapped her arms around his neck slowly, and pulled his head forward pulling at the hair at the nape of his neck.

Suddenly he felt her pull away from him and move away. Ginny wiped her mouth angrily, hating herself for giving into him, and hating herself even more for liking what she just tasted. "Don't you EVER do that again," she exclaimed.

"Why not? You can't deny that you didn't like it," he said a bit arrogantly. She looked at him with disgust before starting to run back inside. He watched her departing back, a smile on his face. "You will be mine Virginia Weasley... I will have you," he whispered into the night before looking up at the stars and the moon.