Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else
She walked down the aisle, ignorant of the stares she received. She was new at the Ministry and the men weren’t minding it one bit. Especially not I. Ginny Weasley was an extraordinarily beautiful witch. We had dated a bit in her sixth year, but that had come to a screeching halt when I went off to war. We took a break, but when I came back, Harry had already asked her out and she had agreed. I never asked her to wait for me, but I thought she would.
I drove for miles and miles
And wound up at your door
I've had you so many times but somehow
I want more
I walked down Socrates Lane, hoping to catch a glimpse of her in their new flat. By their I mean her and Scarhead. He had also proposed to her and she said yes. I didn’t know she would forget me so quickly. Merlin… She was dressed in a white frock that flowed down her body and clung onto her like second skin and she innocently tended to the blooming tulips and roses. I just sort of awkwardly watched her, trying to be inconspicuous and hide in the shadow.
I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved
She looked up at the darkening sky and smiled contently. She wasn’t happy and even the most brainless git, namely Potter, could tell. Maybe not. From my vantage point, I could see that tears were silently rolling down her cheeks, dripping onto the flowers. Her smile looked too fake, practiced. I could spot an imposter from miles away. Like the saying goes, “It takes one to know one.” I know.
Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
I know I tend to get so insecure
It doesn't matter anymore
She sat down, folding her legs into a lotus position. Potter walked out and scrutinized her, frowning. He held her in his arms, not noticing that she stiffened. He whispered something into her ear, but she shook her head and said no for emphasis. He said it again. She still shook her head. He grasped her forearm roughly and pulled her up, his emerald eyes blazing with anger. She yelped loud enough for me to hear. I had no more patience for the bespectacled freak, but if I came out, then Ginny might think I’m stalking her. Which I am not. I just want to see her. Love her. Marry her. There was only one thing to do. I pulled out my wand and cast a body bind onto Potter. Her brows creased, as she pulled away, rubbing the tender spots on her arm. It was a deep shade of crimson already. She looked around, silently thanking her savior.
It's not always rainbows and butterflies
It's compromise that moves us along
My heart is full and my door's always open
You can come anytime you want
I apparated back to my flat, reminiscing about the look in her eyes. She was so haunted and poignant. I abhorred Scarhead for doing this to my once fiery vixen. Her spirits were doused in water, diluted to the point where I couldn’t recognize her anymore…
The phone began to ring. I wasn’t expecting anyone, but I picked it up none-the-less.
“Hello?”
“Draco?” a soft, feminine voice asked.
It was her.
“Ginny,” I mumbled. “What a surprise. How have you been?”
“Fine. I just wanted to ask if you wanted to talk. Over dinner maybe?”
“I would love to.”
We made plans to meet at Zabini Palace at 7. I immediately called Blaise to place a reservation at the best table. It was a muggle establishment as well as for those who were wizards. It made quite a lucrative business this way.
I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
She will be loved
I arrived early so I wouldn’t miss a moment of her. I stood outside in the pouring rain, waiting for her. I spotted a florist shop and walked in. I asked for a dozen roses, tulips and different colored carnations that she used to rave about. I paid the man a fifty and left, feeling more buoyed for some reason. I haven’t felt this good in a long time…
I know where you hide
Alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls
I saw her hair from a mile away. She hadn’t seen me yet. She sat in her little car, gripping the wheel. She seemed a bit nervous. With trepidation, she turned off the engine and got out, looking tousled. She never looked more beautiful.
She looked up at me with her cognac eyes, questioning me for some reason. I just smiled lovingly at her and gave her the flowers, in which she burst out crying. They didn’t look that bad. She threw her pale arms around my neck, burrowing deep into my chest on her tiptoes. Instinctively, my arms went around her small waist, hoisting her up.
Tap on my window knock on my door
I want to make you feel beautiful
“Gin? What’s wrong?” I murmured.
“Everything,” was her simple reply.
She explained to me about why she had even dated Harry. The bastard was blackmailing her about the Chamber of Secrets. Although it had been years, she still feared reliving the memory of being ostracized. Harry had gotten really bitter when Hermione had passed away with his child.
“I miss you so much,” she cried.
Merlin… I was going insane…
I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Look for the girl with the broken smile
Ask her if she wants to stay awhile
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
And she will be loved
“Ginny… Marry me,” I breathed.
Her eyes penetrated mine, trying to detect traces of humor, sarcasm… something. She gave me a weak smile before pulling away from me. Why do I feel like it was the wrong thing to say?
“I can’t, Draco. My parents would be crushed. They have always wanted the Boy-Who-Lived as a son-in-law. I just can’t…” she whispered.
[in the background]
Please don't try so hard to say goodbye
Please don't try so hard to say goodbye
“But are you happy living with him? All that matters is your happiness, not theirs. You’re living with him. Not them. I care about you so much, Gin. I want to make you feel beautiful…”
Tears glazed over her eyes once more.
“Don’t try so hard to say goodbye when all you want to do is hold on,” I told her.
Yeah
[softly]
I don't mind spending everyday
Out on your corner in the pouring rain
Try so hard to say goodbye
“I love you,” she whispered gently into my skin.
She left me standing in the rain, the flowers at my feet. That was the last I’ve heard from her…
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