"Heart"

She was beautiful. Of course she was. She had to be. There she was, sitting perfectly straight. A wisp of a woman knelt next to her, slowly brushing out her long black hair. Her eyes were coal grey and dull, and a smile was frozen to her mouth. It wasn't a real smile. She was perfect. Of course she was. She had to be. He watched the wispy women dart out of the room. The perfect woman remained where she was. She sat, perfectly straight, perched on the edge of her chair. He studied her. He didn't want her. He wanted to see fiery red curls cascaded down the curve of her back, chocolate brown eyes that always sparkled, laughter. He wanted what he couldn't have. He walked and stood behind her. The woman's smile turned into a smirk. He leaned forward, resting his hands on the back of the chair. His white- blonde hair fell in his ice blue eyes. They were perfection, he reminded himself. He didn't need the one he wanted.

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She sat, slouched in her chair. Her fiery red curls cascaded down the back of the chair. Grabbing a simple clip, she pulled it off her neck with one deft twist of her wrist. Her chocolate eyes sparkled in spite of the ice she felt inside herself. She was beautiful. Of course she was. She had to be. She stood up, and walked towards the door, not without grace, but not without a few trips and near-falls. She paused before the wooden door. Another day of it. Another day of watching him watch her, of wishing for something that couldn't be. She swallowed, and walked through the door.

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There she was, sitting across the hall among her friends. He watched carefully, pulling out a seat for Pansy out of habit, before sweeping gracefully into a chair of his own. The Slytherin seventh years did not converse much, it was below them. He watched through narrowed eyes as he pulled out a chair for her. She smiled at him, and he could see the golden flecks in her eyes from across the room. He smiled back at her, and she sat down. She looked nervously around the Great Hall, as if searching for something. Then, their eyes met. Blue met brown. He held her gaze. His heart was pounding...no, it couldn't be. He wasn't supposed to have a heart. Without breaking eye contact, she muttered something to Harry, and stood up. She looked into his eyes pointedly before exiting the room. He glanced back at Gryffindor's table. Harry was watching her walk away, and then looked at him. Jealousy was written plainly on Harry's face, but he couldn't bring himself to smirk. Murmuring an excuse, he moved from his table and walked out after her. His pace quickened. So she, too, was tired of the game. Once outside, he sprinted to her. "Ginny." Then they were kissing, clinging to each other after months and months of longing... "Ahem." He slowly pulled away. Tightening his grip on Ginny, he turned towards the voice. Draco laid his cheek on Ginny's hair. "Hello, father."

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A/N: Wow, I wrote D/G. Don't be too hard on me in the review...this story wasn't my best work.