Disclaimer: Don't own the characters, I don't even own the books, so don't sue me. (Don't you love the library?)
Title: Losing Love
Author's Notes: Bad title I know, but I couldn't think of anything else, this is my first Harry Potter fic so don't be to harsh about the characters being OOC. I also don't know if this will be a one shot or multiple chapters so tell me what you think, okay?
"... I regret to inform you all that tonight, your peer Draco Malfoy has been found dead..." Dumbledore's voice echoed through the Great Hall. Whispers erupted from the students who attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Draco Malfoy was dead? How could that be?
Dumbledore's solemn voice continued as though no one had spoken, "We have yet to learn the circumstances of his death, but we felt it would be wise to inform the student body; especially since one of it's prefects is missing. Classes have been cancelled for the day for teachers to handle some pressing issues and for students to collect themselves." With a grave nod the Headmaster sat down, but if they were looking close enough, which of course no one was, they would have noticed a small twinkle in the Headmaster's eyes.
Once again the hall began to buzz with chatter.
"Do you think his father had something to do with it?"
"Maybe Voldemort went crazy or something..."
"Personally, I think he went insane."
"Come on Hermione. You know it's possible. Just look at the way he was acting the last time we saw him. He was all silent and almost polite."
Hermione's teeth clenched. In a hushed voice she whispered, "Ron he's dead..."
"...show some respect. He may have been a git, but he is still dead." The two continued their verbal disagreement. Harry sat next to Hermione, his green eyes downcast, but he wasn't the only one who was strangely silent. Ginny Weasley sat a few seats down from her older brother and his friends. Her bright red hair hung around her face and her eyes were looking into her plate of untouched food.
After a few moments she slowly stood up, making sure that the 'terrific trio' didn't notice her. She gave a little snort at the thought and brushed some tears out of her eyes.
"Terrific trio...That's what he used to call them. Well one of the nicer things he used to call them." Ginny let out a bitter chuckle. She wandered aimlessly around or so it seemed. But her feet knew where to go. After all they had brought her to the exact same room she had come to the past few weeks in hopes of seeing him.
It was small and slightly dusty, but Ginny didn't care. It had been THEIR room. No one else knew about their secret meetings, at least she didn't think anyone knew about them. She turned in a slow circle taking in her surroundings.
There was a small couch in the middle of the room where they had sat. He had told her about his family, about his father there. Facing the couch was a small fireplace. Ginny never understood why the room needed a fireplace, but on cold nights she was grateful it was there.
Ginny remembered snuggling up to Draco. She remembered how they came to be, whatever they were. At first she thought he was just joking about liking her. Ginny thought he was just using her to get to Harry, after all he WAS a Malfoy. She had blown up in his face...
"What the hell do you want Malfoy?"
Draco's silvery grey eyes rolled slightly, " I thought I already told you Weasley. I just want to talk."
Brown eyes regarded him wearily. "Get around to the point Malfoy. After all lowering yourself to a Weasley must be unbearable. Get it over with now so I can be on my way."
Draco smiled in amusement, but Ginny saw it as a smirk. That bloody smirk that made her brother's life hell, not to mention Harry's.
"Well if you must know Weasley, I want you."
Ginny's face scrunched up in confusion, "Want me to what?"
A slight chuckle passed through his lips. "Are you really that innocent Virginia? Because if you have to ask you'll never know."
Ginny's eyes widen slightly as the meaning of his words came to her.
"What? You think that... Who the hell gave you permission to call me Virginia?! When my brother hears about this you are so going to be in trouble Malfoy!"
"Don't interrupt me when I am yelling at you! If you think that I am going to let you use me to get to Harry no way! It's not going to happen. You will have to gut me with a rusty knife and leave me over an ant pile, so they can eat me alive before I ever agree to such a ridiculous plan! HA! I would never..."
Draco's lips slanted over hers. During her tirade, or as Draco liked to call it her run-on sentence, she became flushed and irritable, and as soon as Draco's thin mouth touched hers the tension in her shoulders seemed to melt away, along with the rest of her resistance.
Ginny slowly sank to the floor as memories assaulted her. The time he told her about his childhood, and the time she had told him about the Chamber of Secrets. She still remembered the rage in his eyes when he found out.
"Draco how could he do that to you?"
His eyelids were closed and he gave a disgruntled shrug. "He's evil; what do you expect?"
"Not much after what he did to me," came the mumble reply. His ears perked and his eyes slowly opened shining with curiosity and another emotion that she could not quite place. Concern maybe?
"Virginia? What did my father do to you?"
"He...well...it's nothing important." She quickly reverted her eyes. His slightly calloused hand lifted up her chin.
"Virginia, tell me."
She could never put up any resistance. That's how she got into this stupid relationship in the first place. Ginny opened her mouth to tell him to sod off, but instead words that she had long kept hidden spilled forth.
"That bastard. In my first year he gave me Tom Riddle's diary..." As she continued on with her tragic story, his eyes began to burn with an unspeakable rage, and instead of being frightened as she knew she should be, her chest had swelled with an unexpected emotion.
Tears brimmed her now dull eyes. She was never going to see him again. Hold him again. Ginny's heart ached. He was the only one who ever called her Virginia, simple because he liked her name. Draco was the only one who held her and let her tell all her secrets. Draco never judged her. He was the first boy who had ever told her, that he loved her for her.
Ginny's body was wrenched in sobs. She had lost the only person who had ever truly loved her. Her heart ached for the boy who was never coming back. The boy who she never told the truth.
Tears slowly streamed down her cheeks. "You're leaving?"
His silver blonde hair fell into his eyes as he nodded in confirmation.
"I can't tell you."
That was the straw that broke the camel's back. "Can't tell me?! Then with the bloody hell did you invite me here if you knew you were going to leave? Why the hell did you use me? Why couldn't you have just left..." Her voice trailed off in a whisper.
A sad smile graced his lips, and this time she recognized it as that, and not a smirk. "I didn't ask you to come here to tell you I was leaving."
He quickly silenced her with a finger to the lips. "Please be quiet. This is going to be hard enough as it is. Virginia Weasley, I have asked you here to tell you that I am in love with you."
Her brown eyes filled with confusion.
"I love the way your face flushes when you are angry. The way it turns the same color as your hair. I also love you hair and the way you twirl it around your finger when you are nervous..."
"I do not!"
"Virginia you are doing it now. I also love the way your eyes light up when you laugh and how you look like an angel when you sleep. I love the way you yell at me when you are angry. Frankly, Virginia, I love everything about you." He let out a long drawn out sigh. "But the thing is Virginia, could you ever love me for me?"
His eyes had looked so hopeful. He looked so sincere, but for the first time in the weeks she had been with him, she had no clue what to say.
"Draco, you know we can't... I mean I can't... Our families... Harry..."
Draco raised his hand to stop her stuttered excuse. His eyes dropped slowly and painfully to the floor. With a heart-breaking sigh he spoke. "That's okay. I understand. How could I forget, you are in love with Potter."
He brought his eyes back up to hers and let out an icy laugh.
"You think after all these years I would be used to it. You would think I would be used to being second best to Potter, but you know what? I'm not. And it still hurts. Also second best to bloody fucking Potter."
Ginny was once again rendered speechless.
"Well, goodbye Virginia." He lips met hers in the gentlest kiss she had ever experienced.
He left with smooth steady strides, and he never looked back That was one thing he told her, Malfoy's don't look back, and after all he was a Malfoy.
That was the last time she saw him.
Ginny was now sprawled across the cold stone floor. The tears and sobs would not stop no matter how hard she tried. She could almost feel the spot where her hard been ripped out. She couldn't remember when her sobs stopped and when the tears ceased flowing, but when they did it was well past curfew.
Her brown eyes looked dull and lifeless.
"Who ever said that, 'It is better to have loved and lost, then to never have loved at all,' needs to be shot, stabbed and poisoned."
Her eyes slowly closed. She felt hollow. Ginny Weasley was empty. After all, she had lost love.
Okay, I know it is choppy and has mechanics errors, but give me a break. I wrote it in a Half an hour. I hope you enjoyed. I am still not sure if I am going to continue this, because I get writer's block often.
Thank you for reading.