Breaking up without the Making up

“If you lose me, you lose a good thing,

That's one thing I know for sure.

If you lose me, girl, you lose a good thing,

That's one thing I know for sure.”

“I can't do this anymore, Draco. It just isn't working out,” she sighed heavily.

I felt my heart turn into lead and plummet down into my stomach.

“Why, Gin?” I croaked.

“You're just… always busy. I can't deal with that with a guy. I love you, but you don't feel the same. It hurts me, Draco. You hurt me without even meaning to,” she confessed darkly.

“I do take time for you, Red. I'm sorry. I can do better. Just give me another chance,” I pleaded lamely.

“I- I can't, Dragon. I just can't,” she whispered hoarsely in reply.

Then she left me standing alone in my newly furnished Head Boy room. I inhaled a lungful of oxygen and slowly let it out, trying to extinguish the pain I felt. My heart was coming up my throat and it was constricting so much that I could barely breathe.

“When you were sick, girl, I held your hand,

When you were troubled I tried to understand.

Staying with you, I did anything I can,

`Cause losing you was not part of the plan.”

I remember the time when she got the muggle flu. I stood by her bedside all day and night until the symptoms slowly, but surely subsided. I went to get and make various potions for her to cure the damned illness.

When her brother, Charlie, died because of a Death Eater attack in Romania out of all places, I tried to comfort her. She said that I couldn't comprehend the pain and agony that she felt because no one ever close to me had ever passed away or been murdered. She was right on some point, but what she didn't know was that I did feel her pain. When she shed tears, I hurt and cried with her. Whenever I had spare time, I spent it all with her without another thought. Two fateful years with her. I won't say that they were wasted because they weren't. They were the happiest years that I had ever spent. I had dreamt of out future together even, though I would never admit it to anyone and would keep that secret until the grave. Losing her was never part of the plan I had.

“Melbourne is a tropical London,

I met a girl in a tropical London.

Abandoned in a tropical London, oh no, oh no.”

When I first met Ginny, it was at Flourish and Blotts. Soot covered her lightly freckled face, yet they still accented her vivacious chocolate colored eyes.

”Potter. You've got yourself a girlfriend,” I snarled.

I was jealous of Scarhead. He had a beautiful girl hanging on his every word and he never really acknowledged her. She was like an ornament almost. I hated him for that. I know that Pansy does the same with me, but technically, she's a bitch. A scarlet woman, too. She's conceited, unlike Ginny. Ginny is sweet, innocent and kind, the total reciprocal of Parkinson. Someone that you wouldn't expect The Draco Malfoy to fawn over.

During my fourth year, I was about to commit homicide on that clumsy, idiotic boy Neville who kept trampling over her dainty feet. She didn't deserve that pain and torture. Now she abandoned me in this desolate world to be alone again. Maybe it was destined. I wish she were with me again. I miss her already.

“If you lose me, you lose a good thing,

That's one thing I know for sure.

If you lose me, girl, you lose a good thing,

That's one thing I know for sure.”

I was good to her. I took care of her. I don't think that I took her for granted. Maybe I did. I never did hang around too long, but then again, I never have the time. I have Quidditch captain duties, Potion's tutoring because of Snape, extra Charms and Divination classes each day and my N.E.W.T.S. But she still stuck by me.

She taught me the most important lesson of all that I could learn. She taught me about love. Love is like an eternal waterfall. It's gentle and sweet. I remember the precise day she taught me without even knowing. I believe that it was halfway through my sixth year. The sun was out, making the pond below it glitter as it reflected the beams. I sat down in front of it, a few yards from Hogwarts behind a tree that had its autumn leaves billowing down. I lazily tossed rocks into the water, waiting for nothing in particular. She silently crept behind me and kneeled down to wrap her delicate milky arms around my pale neck. She nibbled lightly on my ear. I tried hard to suppress a grown that seemed to need to emit itself from my throat. She buried her face into my neck and smirked.

“Dragon?” she questioned.

“Yes, love?” I replied.

“Do you love me?” she whispered into my ear.

I paused for a moment to collect my thoughts before saying anything.

“I don't know, Red. Love is a complex thing. I don't know when and if I'll feel it. But I do care about you,” I answered truthfully.

“Love isn't that complicated. It's the feeling of lust and infatuation. It's when you get butterflies in your tummy because you care about the person so much,” she smiled wistfully.

“You have to understand. It's not that easy for me to say it. I won't lie to you, Red. I care about you and I'm infatuated with you. I just can't, Red,” I muttered.

“I know, Dragon. I know,” she mumbled into my neck disappointedly, sounding a bit dejected.

She taught me how to love throughout the years. I've never said it, bit I do love her. Maybe she needs to hear it too. If she loses me, she'll lose a good thing. That's one thing I'm positively sure about.

“A souvenir reminds me of you,

Everyday I catch a glimpse of us two.

I'm the one going to the rescue,

That's why I'm confused you withdrew.”

I remember that about a month ago, she gave me a two-year anniversary present. She bought me something practical yet inexpensive. She bought me vials, boomslang, fairy dust, unicorn hair, phoenix tail feathers and a silver handmade sweater. I gave her a diamond encased gold locket and charmed it to play a melodious tune that varied on her emotions whenever it was opened. Every time I see the treasured sweater at the bottom of my trunk that was charmed to never get lost, shrink or fade in color, I think of us two together. I've never known someone that would take the time off of their schedule to make something for me.

“Melbourne is a tropical London,

I met a girl in a tropical London.

Abandoned in a tropical London, oh no, oh no.”

What's ironic is that she left me in the same place that she had asked me out. At least really close to it seeing that two years ago, I wasn't a Head Boy. We were actually right outside in the dark and narrow corridor. She was walking in her glowing glory, illuminating light from her wand. That day, we had been communicating for roughly around two months. She knew that I had the nighttime shift for watch out. I hadn't yet developed any feelings toward her other that friendliness and gratitude. A little smiled played at the corner of her bee-stung lips uneasily. The hand that wasn't holding her wand was nervously plucking the fringes of her white night shirt. After carefully studying her for years yet never speaking to her, I could tell that she was dealing with a conflict it her mind.

“Virginia? What's wrong?” I asked.

She thought that her full name sounded sophisticated upon my lips. Of course, I'm quoting her. She just grinned that little enticing Cheshire grin of hers. She frantically darted her aged brandy colored eyes around, trying to avoid mine like the plague. I took hold of her chin lightly and forced her to face me, trying not to inflict pain on her.

“Ginny? What's wrong?” I repeated more firmly this time.

“I like you,” she blurted out.

“I like you, too, Ginny. We're friends, remember?” I joked.

“Not like that, Draco. I like you more than that,” she whispered.

I bet you could have pinpointed the exact time that the realization of the situation dawned on me, gracing itself with shock. I removed my hand and she dropped her head heavily. My jaw was open in surprise.

“I have to go… die now,” she mumbled a bit heatedly.

She turned her body to go. I took hold of her forearm and swung her around to face me. I gazed deep into her cognac orbs. She was utterly confused at my spontaneous behavior. She smelled like vanilla. I lightly pressed my lips against hers. Her plump cherry red lips were so full and soft. I gently ran my tongue along her bottom lip, probing it to open. She gasped and open it did. I took my chance and delved deeper into her mouth, finding every crevice and tracing every curve. She melted into the kiss and used her tongue to massage mine gently. She tasted of strawberries, mint and everything sweet. It was the most delightful kiss that I had ever experienced until then.

“If you lose me, you lose a good thing,

That's one thing I know for sure.

If you lose me, girl, you lose a good thing,

That's one thing I know for sure.”

Now I'm losing you. Or is it vice versa? I'm the greatest thing since sliced bread, mind you. Actually, I'm better than that. I'm still, of course, as cocky and arrogant as ever. Anyone would be lucky to be with me. Maybe even begging.

“Medication, met you in,

Altercation, it's a,

Hazardness, valley of deception.

Walk alone,

But it was not my intention,

Not my invention,

And now my heart's been ripped wide open!”

I really sound like I have no emotions sometimes, but I do. I hurt. I love. I agonize. I love her and I feel immense pain because she left me. It's like my heart's been ripped out and torn into itty-bitty pieces and scattered haphazardly onto the floor. I want, no, need her back.

“Melbourne is a tropical London,

I met a girl in a tropical London.

Abandoned in a tropical London, oh no, oh no.

If you lose me, you lose a good thing,

That's one thing I know for sure.

If you lose me, girl, you lose a good thing,

That's one thing I know for sure,

That's one thing I know for sure.”