Would You Die For The One You Love

Would You Die For the One You Love?

I knew it would never work out. I am sure she knew too, but she surprised me and amazed me in ways no one else ever could. It's been three years now since she told me her true feelings...for me. I had a good laugh. Yes... I had laughed at her face with all my so-called friends. It was the joke of the day for me. Like Christmas had come early. I had taunted her about Potter and Weasley like there was no tomorrow -that was right... There was no tomorrow for any of us.

It was our last year of school and the Dark Lord was ready to lead a full-force attack on the Ministry of Magic, and during my last year of school, he did. It was declared that last ominous day. Classes were cancelled and I, with all my other Slytherin fellows, headed towards my dorm, when all of a sudden, from seemingly nowhere, she came up to me and told me she loved me. Yes, Ginny Weasley, sister and admirer of my archenemy, was in love with me. The girl I had never noticed through all these years, standing in front of me and telling me that she was 'in love' with me; it really shocked me.

"Malfoy..." she called to me. I turned, annoyed and shocked at the same time when I saw her. She seemed normal, not nervous or anything.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"No, what do you want I don't have time. Tell me right away or get lost." I was, as usual, nasty, looking her up and down in distaste. Her red hair--oh, how I hated it, the sign of those Weasleys; her brown eyes, most likely the least favourite colour of all; her innocent face and cheap second hand robes; I hated all of it.

In the last three years I cannot tell you how much I have missed those brown eyes, that oval face, that fiery hair. Her eyes haunt me at night and never let me sleep.

When she said those words.... Those words that I never wanted to hear from her. But after her, whoever said those words, they always seemed empty, fabricated, and not as pure as from her. "I love you," she finally said.

I was stunned for a while and after that I didn't even try to listen a word what she had said. I never let her finish and laughed at her. In the hallway all the running students were stopped by my laughing ... Yes, a laughing Slytherin. We Slytherins don't laugh. Smirking or drawling suites us much better. And the school wasn't used to it either, so it was so embarrassing ...I know and I blamed her for that, too.

I taunted and humiliated her in front of the whole school and asked her about Potter and her brother. I accused them of being hidden somewhere from the Dark Lord.... "Oh I remember now. The Dark Lord is looking for that scar head. Dumbledore must have hidden him and of course your brother and that Mudblood too."

"Harry is not the one who hid himself for seventeen years, Malfoy, that was your coward of a Dark Lord who had to hide himself. Harry always beats him." She of course couldn't stop herself, as always, from protecting him.

Then I asked her more humiliating things, such as, if she was truly in love with me, would she have sex with me, or would she join the Dark Lord. "Oh, so you claim to be in love with me, but then you protect Potter again. Now that's cheating. So tell me Weasley: what would you do for me?" I drawled.

"You are asking the wrong things. You can do better than that," she said, a current of anger running under her words. After that she was gone. She left me there. She left me there with so many questions, all unanswered.

Now I think of that and I realise that I should be the one who left her there. She freed herself from the burden and left me to carry it. All those question. When I humiliated her and told her that if she were in love, she would do things for me. And in end, all she said was that I was asking for the wrong things.

Since that, I have been asking myself many questions, as to what I should ask her, if I could.

Unconsciously, I attached myself to her. I heard she became a healer and saw her once during an attack. It was an attack on Ministry healers. I saw her and without catching any of the other Death Eaters' attention, I stunned her and left her near her house; warning her not to expect me to save her life next time.

Who was I kidding, just one week ago I saved her life again? Not only saved her life but killed my own companions and got myself captured by Ministry Aurors.

Today I am sitting here in this cold, dark, dirty room. Bruised all over, and bleeding, with some broken bones which a healer had fixed, only for the Aurors to just to break them again. Ministry Aurors just left the room after one hour of torturing for information about the Dark Lord. But they failed, just like always. Since I'm at the top of the list of most wanted Death Eaters, I am tightly guarded. Minister of magic, Fudge, a coward as always, announced the death sentence without any trial and in three hours the Dementor's Kiss will be performed on me.

I don't feel anything but confusion; should I laugh, or should I cry on Dumbledore, who was trying to stop them from performing the Dementors kiss on me. Unfortunately, since I was declared the cruel and ruthless Death Eater, there was no chance they would except Dumbledore's suggestions. Even Potter and Weasley tried to stop them performing the kiss, just because I saved Ginny's life. And I still think they are all pathetic.

Dumbledore asked me what the last thing I wanted was, before the Dementor's Kiss and I told him. Now I am waiting here for the last hours of my life, waiting for the answer to the question that I want to ask her. I will get them today before my death. Maybe my soul might find some peace then.

***

Ever since I was a child, I've been brought up being taught that my self-respect and pride are the most important things. But today, all that, I put aside and did what I have not done for the last four years. I had not planned for this, but the sudden change in events encouraged me to do it. I knew it would never work out, but I told him anyway... I told Draco Malfoy how I feel about him. I told him that I love him... I was in love with him for last four years. He threw that all back at my face. I was not surprised, in fact I realised that I had done the right thing and for once had stood up for myself. I felt triumphant, not for the humiliated by Draco Malfoy, but for the courage I had mustered up to free myself.

After that, what happened with me, that's another story, but I didn't care for that. It didn't bother me that how much Draco humiliated me; how much Ron was furious with me. But eventually he was convinced that it was over and that I was not going to marry him... Now honestly, only Ron can be that thick.

It's been three years. He was the most wanted Death Eaters from the last two years. For those last two years, I have been healing the sever injuries, which he has been giving to Aurors and sometimes Muggles.

I met him again a year ago, when he saved my life with a warning not to expect that kind of kindness from him again. I had laughed later when I remembered his grumpy face trying to convince me after saving my life that he didn't care for me. How sweet is that? Ron almost had a heart attack when he heard that Draco Malfoy had saved my life.

Last week, after his own better judgement, he saved me again. Not even only saved me, but also killed his own men who had seen him saving me. This time he didn't get very lucky and also got captured by the Ministry Aurors. Actually I was blaming myself for his being in prison. My heart had sunk when I overheard the conversation between my brothers, parents and Dumbledore about Draco being sentenced for the worse than death, even after the strong struggle of Dumbledore. The Minister would not give him extra time and ordered the kiss to be performed. The last thing he had asked for was to meet me before the Dementor's Kiss.

My brothers were furious and did not agree to this at all. But I'd heard it and told Dumbledore that I wanted to meet him.

Now sitting in this Ministry office and waiting for someone to come and take me to Draco, I am thinking that I should not let him die this way. Not alone.

***

I took out a small bottle of potion and stared at it for a long moment. I finally removed the cap and drank the green substance, finishing it off with a cough. The door opened; Harry and Ron came in. Ron was still not in favour of letting me into the cell alone.

"Gin, he could harm you, let me come in with you."

"Ron, use your common sense. If he wanted to harm me, he could have done it last week. Remember, he is in your hands because he was saving my life and in return he is losing his; at least let me thank him for that."

"You still.... Love him, don't you?" Ron asked reluctantly, impatiently changing his wait to other foot, at which Harry looked away.

"What difference does it make, Ron?" I said softly and opened the door.

***

In a very heavy guarded cell, Ron told me that I had thirty minutes. I stepped into the dark, cold, dusty room and there he was, totally out of place, neat and clean. I just stared at him.

"I asked Dumbledore to let me have a bath. I didn't know it would become a major issue in the Ministry but somehow he did it," he said.

In the pale light I could see marks all over his face and bruises on the pale skin of his neck and face. I sat down silently on the chair, which I knew they had provided just for this short time. He sat on the other one. We both sat in silence. I just stared at him; I couldn't take my eyes off of his face. I wanted to memorise his deep grey eyes; lines of his face the way his blonde hair hung on his forehead. I had never seen him this close before. He was so beautiful and my heart cried out for him. A tear rolled out of my eye. He was visibly uncomfortable with my staring I could feel that.

"Don't...." He said softly.

"Don't what?"

"Don't look at me like that. Like you're sorry for me, because I am not. " He said while leaning forward and brushing his thumb over my cheek. He chuckled softly.

"Funny Ginny, would you believe me if I told you that you are more beautiful than I ever imagined of you."

I nodded, "I believe you," I said.

"Don't cry for me."

"I am sorry, it's all happening to you because of me. You shouldn't have saved me and now see what they are doing to you."

"It was my choice don't blame yourself. I am actually doing myself a favour; I was seeking for a moment like this.... In crossing the line, three years back, you have done a great damage to me. I am still lost and I want the answers of to so many questions, which I have been asking myself. Before you... I was so sure of what I wanted in my life, but you.... You messed that all up. I tried so hard to forget what you told me. I tried to forget you... but I failed. Tell me, why did you do that and why then? Tell me Ginny." He grabbed my hands.

I stared at our hands and felt his warmth in my cold hands. I felt so comfortable with his touch.

"It was as true then as I am here with you now. I never told you before, because I knew in with our major differences, it would never work out, but I cannot live my whole life loving someone and not telling him. I still love you Malfoy. Nothing can change that."

He just looked at my face. "If I asked something would you do it?"

"You always asked me for the wrong things," I smiled. He smiled with me while nodding his head. And at that moment it felt that we had known each other for...ages.

"Yes... I always asked for the wrong things but if I ask you to call me Draco ... Would that be a wrong thing?"

"No... It would be all right Draco."

"What are you feeling Draco?"

"I knew my death would never be very easy but I never thought of this way of dying. I am not afraid of death. I always thought of dying at only one person's hand. You would laugh at me if I told you who."

I shook my head.

"I always thought that if anyone could kill me... it would be Potter. Potter would kill me," he said.

"You are not alone. I won't let you die this way Draco," I tightened my grip on his hands.

He smiled, turned my wrist and looked at the watch. "Only one and a half hours left for me to live." I was amazed he could still be smiling in a situation like this.

"You know why I asked for you to come here?" He stood up and turned his back.

"No."

"I wanted to release my burden now, I wanted to tell you.... That I love you Ginny. I realised it, very long time ago. I am weak without you. Funny we were never together but still your thoughts always had louder volume than any other voice I could hear. I tried to run away and hide somewhere, but now I realise that this is what I always wanted. "He turned to me and searched my face for a reaction. I was not expecting it. He shocked me and it was more than anything I had ever wanted in my whole life. I stood up and stepped in front of him, but before I could say anything I swayed and he caught me before I fell onto the ground. I was sure the dizziness was not because of his nearness, his warm embrace had nothing to do with that. It was the potion.

I could feel the potion start working while it slowly spread through the blood in all over my body. His worried face came into focus.

"What's the matter Ginny? Are you ok, should I call your brother?"

I shook my head. "No I will be fine, it's just matter of time," I said slowly while leaning towards the near wall.

"What you mean it's just a matter of time?" He asked worriedly, alarmingly.

"You said you love me Draco, is that right?" I asked slowly, while brushing my fingers over his bruised face.

"Yes I love you. I love you and I will always love you. I will always be with you. Promise me you would never blame yourself for my death." He sat beside me and I leaned into him when he held me there.

I coughed and smiled, "I promise I will never leave you too, and will always be with you."

I started shaking slightly. The room was giving me chills before but it felt like I was in a freezer now.

"Ginny what's wrong? You are shaking." He held me by the shoulders and turned my face. In the dim light of the room I could see his face gone more pale than ever and his eyes grown wide.

"Ginny what have you done tell me."

"I am freeing myself... if I cannot have a life with you in this world... then I am coming with you Draco."

I am sure the colour of my face started changing because he knew right away what potion I had taken. After all, he had been a very good potion's student in his school days.

"No. Ginny. Why did you do that?" He whispered softly.

"I thought I could help you. I knew you wouldn't want to die this way. No one deserves that. So I took slow poison. If you kiss me you will get it too before the Dementors come in. You and I will be together forever. Tell me you want to be with me, Draco. "

"Oh, yes Ginny. More than anything in this world." Then he kissed me. It felt like I was flying on my broom so high. Even with a good amount of poison in me, my body got all tingly and warm. He deepened the kiss, his warm soft lips on my cold light purplish lips. He deepened the kiss softly and pulled me closer sliding a hand in my waist. I closed my eyes when he inhaled the essence of poison from me.

I was in a state of bliss. I had a little piece of heaven that was my very own. To share special moments with someone's life in a special way made me feel exceptional.

When he ended the kiss I felt I was on earth again. He coughed. "It will be fine." I told him.

"I know." He said.

My face was wet with tears, and I was no longer sure whether they were Draco's or mine.

"I always think that you'll ask me one right thing to do for you, but you never do."

"What?" He asked again.

"Would I die for you?" I said.

He hugged me hard and kissed me restlessly. He let me go for breath and smiled at me. "You have freed me; thank you, Ginny."

It was almost time. Someone would come to get me soon. I fixed my face and then the cell room door opened again as Ron came in. We both didn't care and I kissed Draco and Ron made a sound in the back in of his throat.

"We will meet again soon. I will be waiting for you." I whispered only he could hear and he nodded and let me go. I looked at him one last time and stepped out of the cell slowly.

In my room, in my warm bed, which was not helping to warm me, I was feeling all shaky and cold. Poison was spreading through my whole body. Soon the blood would freeze in my veins and I would be free from all my worries and be with my love.

Thinking of Draco in the same state I looked out the window and felt as free as a bird at the thought of being with him. I felt I could soar high in the sky with him supported by a gentle breeze beneath my wings. Finally letting go was not my lack of self-control but a new means of freedom of the soul.

A peaceful smile spread over her long lasting, sleeping face.

***

What my father and mother would have been thinking I have no idea. I didn't care either. My father always wanted me to do more. He was never satisfied with me, but it wasn't important anymore. I would be free. I was tired of spending my life according to my father's rules. In a way there was no difference between Ginny and me. She wasn't following her heart because of the fear of the world and as for me I wasn't following my heart because what my father would say and what the world would say. She thought I never asked her the right question. What she didn't know was that during the last three years I was doing only one thing. I was asking the question to her in my dreams, in my imagination, in my head while I was alone with her in my heart.

***

The cold feeling was spreading over his body. Soon the time will come and people would come to the cell and find his body there but his soul with her, with his love forever. Draco leant on the cold wall and closed his eyes and smiled. He was happy. He already got all the answers. He repeated all the questions, which he had been asking himself for last three years. He sang slowly while felt the peace spreading over his brain. There was calmness on his long lasting sleeping face.

Would you dance if I asked you to dance?

Or would you run and never look back?

Would you cry if you saw me crying?

And would you save my soul tonight?

Would you tremble if I touched your lips?

Or would you laugh? Oh, tell me this?

Would you swear that you'd always be mine?

Or would you lie? Would you run and hide?

Would you die for the one you love?

On hold me in your arms tonight.

I can be your hero, baby.

I can kiss away the pain

I will stand by you forever

You can take my breath away.

One hour later Ministry Aurors arrived with Dementors to perform the Kiss on Draco Malfoy, only to find him already dead. The healer told the minister that he had been poisoned.

Fudge was furious. "Who was the last person met him today?" he roared.

Ron's face went pale as he ran to his office and threw a handful of Floo powder in the fire.

On the other side, Molly Weasley went ranting up the stairs, all the while asking her daughter if she was involved in this, Draco's death, only to find her dead.