Pretty Girl

Pretty girl is suffering while he confesses everything.

          Ginny stared at the stone wall behind him. Her eyes filled with tears as she tried hard not to look at him. She tried to block out his voice, but the words penetrated her mind.

Pretty soon she'll figure out what his intentions were about.

           He reached for her hand, she pulled it away, still determined not to look at him.

“Gin, I had orders. My father threatened me. There was nothing I could do. Vold-He would have killed my father, then me. There was nothing I could do.”

           Draco opened his mouth again, but closed it after looking at her face. Her eyes were shut tight now, and tears leaked out from under her lashes. Her breathes were ragged, and she was biting her lower lip so hard that her lip was turning white.

“How could you? How could you use me? I thought you loved me, Malfoy! I can’t believe you’d use the love someone had for you to spy! To use against me! To use for, for Volde-him! You were spying this whole time, weren’t you? Damn you to hell, Malfoy!”

And that's what you get for falling again; you can never get him out of your head.

          Ginny ran out of the dungeon room, and went straight to the entrance hall. She yanked open the door, and tore out onto the grounds, tears soaking her face. It was early March, and it was cold, but she didn’t care.

               “Fell for him just like Harry, didn’t you, Gin?”she muttered to herself as she sat down under a tree by the lake, secluded from everyone. “You just had to fall again. You had to be in love again.”

               She tried to think of other things, to make the tears stop. But his face was imprinted on her mind. Every sweet word he had ever spoken to her repeated themselves in her head, echoing. She couldn’t get him out of her head.

 

It's the way that he makes you feel.

               Her mind remembered how wonderful it felt to be in love, and to have that special someone love you back.

“Or at least think they love you,” she spat out bitterly, watching the reflection of the sun set on the lake’s surface.

               He made her fell special, wanted. There was a warm glow inside of her every time she thought of him. A smile would come over her face, no matter where she was. But now his image only brought tears.

It's the way that he kisses you.

               His kisses were like fire, melting away and icy or cold feelings she had. They were addictive, and always left her wanting more. His kisses were full of passion, and it was as if they were looking for siomething more. Like there was an empty space inside of him that only she could fill. And she was the only one he wanted to fill it.

It's the way that he makes you fall in love.

 

               Ginny had fallen in love with him so easily. Two days of glances across the Great Hall and a confrontation in the hallway were all that it took to make her heart flip over whenever she saw him, to make her feel like butterflies fill her insides.

               Everything reminded her of him: the icy gray sky on a winters day, the golden glow of the sun on the lake. Everything. And she enjoyed it. Relished it. Never wanted it to end.

She's beautiful as usual

               Draco always told her she was beautiful. Her hair was a copper color, with strands of deep red and gold highlighting her freckled face. Her skin was unusually tan for being a red-head, and her eyes were a deep sky blue. He often told her that he was lucky to fall in love with someone as gorgeous as her. She knew that it was flattery, and that he was being shallow, but she didn’t care. She enjoyed it.

With bruises on her ego

               A few days after she and Draco had broken up, everyone noticed a change in Ginny. She had no pride, and the spark was gone from her eyes. She avoided looking at anyone, and was unnaturally quiet. If an insult came her way, as they so often did, she didn’t fight it off. She took it quietly, and took it personally.

And her killer instinct tells her to be aware of evil men.

               She avoided Harry now, even though she knew he wouldn’t do anything. If any boy came up to her in the hallway, she’d flinch, and walk off in the opposite direction without a word. She couldn’t risk falling again. She couldn’t take any more pain like she was feeling.

               Draco watched her worriedly, and though she never met his gaze, he knew here eyes to be filled with sorrow and pain, just like his were. He wasn’t evil. He had broken things off with his father, had written an owl to Azkaban, telling him that the deal was off. He told him that he could tell Volde-him, and that he would risk death; he was ashamed of what he had done to Ginny. The love of his life. The only girl he had ever loved, or ever will love.

 

Pretty soon she'll figure out: you can never get him out of your head.

               No matter how hard she tried, he was always on her mind. She saw his face everywhere she went. His voice haunted her dreams. She couldn’t get rid of him. She felt like she was going mad; why did she have to feel this way?

It's the way that he makes you cry.

               She fled out of the castle one Saturday evening, desperate for solitude. She flung herself under a tree, the same tree where she had taken refuge after they had broken up. She watched the lake piteously, tears flowing in rivers from her eyes.

it's the way that he's in your mind.

               He had invaded her mind again. She had finally met his gaze after two weeks, and it had become to much. The pain in his eyes filled every particle of her being, and she had run. Unable to shake the look in his eyes from her memory.

it's the way that he makes you fall in love.

 

            Draco looked at her from behind his tree, one about five meters away from her’s. He couldn’t take it anymore. Her suffering was killing him. He didn’t want to suffer anymore, and he knew she didn’t either. He strode out from the tree’s shadow, and walked towards her. She did not notice him until he was sitting next to her, and his hand was in hers. “I’m sorry,” was all he said, and then he looked out over the lake, tears pouring out of his eyes as well.

            Ginny looked at him, and could not force her mind to move her hand. Her heart, for the first time in a long time, felt light. She had forgiven him. And she had fallen in love again.

            She pulled his head down to hers, and their lips found each others’. They sat that way for a long time, ignoring the cold. Draco could only focus on one thing: the pretty girl sitting next to him.