Drabble With Myself

Part One: "It really is too bad this relationship just wasn't meant to last." Tom/Ginny

There's something I need to tell you. Ginny scribbled across the page.

What?

She composed herself and pressed her quill to the page. I love you.

There was a brief pause. I know.

Tell me you love me, Tom.

I can't do that.

She took the book in her hands, poised to slam it shut, her heart broken. She stopped, then snatched her quill. Why?

I'd rather do it in person, came the silky reply.

Ginny's heart leaped. How?

Ginny, if I were to ask for your help, you must be fully prepared for what you will be doing.

She sniffed. I love you! I don't care what it takes!

A cold chill tingled the back of her neck. Very well...

She sat, waiting instruction.

Prick your finger.

She did so.

Press it to the paper.

Dark scarlet blood seeped into the paper hypnotically.

She closed her eyes.

Is that it?

I'm afraid such a thing can never be that simple, my dear.

She wrote frantically. What must I do?

There was a dead silence as five words appeared on the page.

Die for me, Ginny Weasley.

She stared at the sentence in confusion. What?

An invisible hand clasped her throat.

Die for me.

She dropped to the floor, a shady apparition slowly manifesting as she faded in and out of consciousness.

"Tom."

Two scarlet eyes flashed down at her in grim satisfaction.

"Tom, what are you--"

She was cut off as he kissed her, his hand burning the flesh of her pale white throat as their lips met.

"I love you, Ginny."

The words cut her soul like ice.

He smiled. "I love you. It really is too bad this relationship just wasn't meant to last."

Part Two: "Fucking hell!" Neville/Draco

"It really is too bad...this relationship just wasn't meant to last."

Neville stared at the ground, his cheek growing hot with embarrassment as Harry broke the news.

"Don't take this too harshly, Neville," Harry said softly.

"You're breaking up with me?" Neville cried in disbelief. "How could this day get any worse?"

Hermione passed by briskly. "Come on, you two. We've got Potions in five minutes."

"Bugger."

***

"And as Longbottom has graciously demonstrated once again," announced Snape rather maliciously, "if you fail to read the instructions and take precise measurements, your potions will undoubtedly be a complete load of crock."

Neville winced dejectedly.

"Class dismissed."

The rest of the students filed out anxiously, various Slytherins sniggering as they shuffled past.

Neville moved down the corridor lethargically, his hope crushed.

"Well, well, Longbottom...I've seen you pathetic, but I must admit this is the most pitiful I've seen you yet."

Neville turned around and scowled tearily. "Leave me alone, Malfoy."

Draco looked back at him, eyes sparking with amusement.

"So what's the trouble? Lose your slimy toad or something equally unimportant?"

Neville sniffed. "No..."

"Then what is it, you sobbing moron?"

"I was dumped, okay?"

The other boy seemed surprised by Neville's harsh tone. "Oh, I see." He watched Neville turn away.

"Well, whoever it was I'm sure they were making a mistake," he said suddenly. "A person who is genuinely goodhearted is hard to find."

Neville stared at him. The shock of such kind words coming from a regular antagonist was overwhelming.

The Slytherin stood there a moment then started off in the opposite direction.

Neville smiled a strange new feeling washing over him.

That blonde hair. Those pale gray eyes.

"Thank you," he murmured.

He had a crush on Draco Malfoy.

Rude, conceited Draco Malfoy.

Beautiful, sexy Draco Malfoy.

He had a crush, and he loved it.

***

Neville made his way toward the green house hurriedly. "I can't wait to show Professor Sprout!"

He stopped, spotting Draco Malfoy standing in the garden. He gaped in admiration.

Draco appeared to be waiting for something patiently.

Neville crept closer, his heart beat dragging.

Slowly, out of the woods, another figure made its may toward the blonde.

"Draco..."

Neville choked in horror.

Harry emerged from the trees, instantly rushing up to the Slytherin, his hands running across the lithe body in hungry appreciation.

Draco gave Harry a steady look. It was clear he had complete control over the slightly taller boy. "Harry, please..."

Harry paled. He licked his lower lip longingly. "Draco," he managed to sputter. "Please, I--"

Draco took the other boy's face in his hands mercifully, kissing him smoothly.

Harry moaned. "Merlin..."

Neville broke away from the scene, his body shaking.

He ran as fast as he could, praying he could hate them both, but he couldn't.

They were perfect together, and it only made him want them even more.

He grabbed a fistful of hair in frustration.

"Fucking hell!"

Part Three: "Give her up or give me up." Ron/Cho

"Fucking hell," gasped Ron as the girl beside him nibbled on his ear playfully.

Cho laughed, giving him a light kiss and pulling herself into his lap.

"I see you're finally enjoying yourself," she giggled.

Ron gave her a faint grin, then paused as if catching himself doing something particularly evil, and frowned. "I--I just can't."

"Always the martyr." She smiled. "Aw...is Ron feeling guilty?" She took him by the collar teasingly.

"It's not right," he murmured. "I wouldn't have started if I--"

"If what?" she asked. "If you hadn't miraculously forgotten you have a girlfriend?"

Ron looked away guiltily.

"You know, Ron...I might have believed that the first time, but it's a bit late to start feeling regret." She stood up and started putting her clothes on.

"I guess I just wanted a little adventure, okay? Everything was so dull...and she just wasn't ready..." He looked up. "And you...you were always so gorgeous. You talked to me, and that time you kissed me in the library...I couldn't help it!"

He ran his hands through his hair in frustration. "How could I do this to Hermione?"

Cho gave him a condescending look. "I think the better question is why do you keep coming back if it bothers you so much to hurt her? Be a man, Ron. Give her up or give me up."