Pretty Girl by sky_is_blue

Rating: PG
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 4
Published: 31/03/2003
Last Updated: 31/03/2003
Status: Completed

Draco changes Ginny in more ways than one. And in one moment, she realizes how dependent she is
on him, how much she loves him. Too bad that she's just another girl to him. Song-fic to Pretty
Girl. One shot.




1. Pretty Girl
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A/N: One-shot. Drop me a review, kind soul.

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. Honestly. The song Pretty Girl belongs to Sugarcult.

Pretty Girl

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by sky is blue

*Pretty girl is suffering*

*While he confesses everything*

*Pretty soon she'll figure out what his intentions were about.*

*And that's what you get for falling again; you can never get him out of your head*

*And that's what you get for falling again; you can never get him out of your
head…*

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She stood in front of the mirror. A plain face, but it was a pleasant one. Her reflection smiled
back at her with confidence.

Today was a special day, and she had to look *perfect*. At the end of the day, she would be
the happiest girl in the world. Glancing at the clock, she sat down in front of the mirror, humming
a small tune. Make-up, of course, was essential in going on a date.

She applied foundation—but not too much, recalling something he had once told her.

‘*Your freckles are adorable, you know.’*

Her fingers lightly grazed across the long clutter of cosmetics and what not laying carelessly
atop her vanity, before they stopped at one particular shade of lipstick.

‘*Red is a nice shade on you.’* Soon, crimson red flowed onto her lips, making them look
full and inviting, filling the dull pink with an almost dangerous color.

‘*Gold makes your eyes sparkle beautifully, Virginia.’*

Her eyes were adorned with a light gold color, and her lashes were dark and thick. Her hair was
brushed until the strands shined in the bright light, and it was put up with a clip in one swift
and elegant twist of her wrists. *‘I love it when you put your hair up like that…’*

Her closet was thrust open with vigor as she curtly snapped a thin black dress off of a rickety
hanger, wasting no time to see it on herself.

*‘Black dresses were made for you.’*

Then came a pair of stiletto heels on her pert feet. She stood taller, and looking in the
mirror, she saw someone very different from the girl of a few minutes ago. But one thing was still
missing. She stood face to face with her bare neck. A slow grin appeared on her face, and her
fingers fumbled around the small jewelry box.

*‘Oh…Draco, is it--?’ He nodded with a small smile on his face.*

*‘It’s beautiful…’ She whispered throatily, clutching her middle as if she could not breathe
properly. ‘Something to remember me by.’ He said briefly, before smiling at the guests that had
piled in the door…*

The most important thing of all, the symbol of the most important person in her life. The thin
chain rested comfortably on her pale skin, glittering slyly. The sheer light that emitted from its
gems seemed to emanate all over her, illuminating her skin and perhaps even her faceÑor was that
just the prospect of meeting Draco? No need to say, it was beautiful beyond words. She sighed as
her eyes traveled the full length of her body.

Sleek, shiny hair that would be a tangled mess after his hands combed through it countless
times.

Brandy brown eyes that would sparkle with ferocity after his hands caressed her that night.

Full, red, enticing lips that would be dull and swollen after his lips were on hers.

A perfectly pressed dress that would be limp with wrinkles.

Shoes that would only be troublesome as she walked home late at night drunk with his love.

And a heart that would be *completely* his after that night, the night he would tell her he
loved her dearly, just as she had dreamed every night.

The doorbell rang. She grabbed her purse, and after throwing her reflection a cocky grin, she
was gone.

Draco Malfoy changed her in more ways than one.

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Ginny came home early that night. Panting heavily, her tired body fell like a rag doll on the
bed, her eyes wide open as she looked at the ceiling listlessly.

*It was crowded. As she entered, her arm looped between his, and she squinted to make out the
figures standing inside the dimly lit room. Couples danced, men drank endlessly at the bar. She
smiled softly. Immediately, she pulled him towards the middle of what was the dance floor, and
tentatively, her arms lay on top of his shoulders.*

*‘Dance with me.’ She begged. He didn’t reply. His arms went around her waist, and his cold
eyes remained just that—cold. They swayed for a moment, letting the silence fill in the empty
spaces while they did not talk. Her eyes closed for a moment, and she listened to the slow music
that played for them and only them while they danced alone. Or so she liked to imagine.*

*‘I’m so glad I’m sharing my birthday with you.’ She said excitedly. But he didn’t say
anything. His lips tightened into a thin line. He seemed to have not heard her. When he opened his
eyes again, they were clearer and grayer.*

*‘I have to tell you.’ He said firmly, as if reassuring himself. She blinked and her arms
dropped as she waited for him to speak.*

*‘Go ahead.’ She said.*

*‘I’ve found someone else.’ He said simply, looking her square in the eye. He didn’t blink.
Neither did she.*

*‘What?’ She asked, completely dazed. He sighed, pressing his hand to his forehead.*

*‘You’ve got to move on.’*

*She stood in front of him, amazement filling her made-up face—a face that had been made up
for him.*

*‘Draco, what are you talking about?’ She breathed, touching his face. He waved her hand
away.*

*‘Stop being a nuisance, Ginny.’ He snapped, becoming irate. She laughed quietly. Soon he
would crack an irresistible smile and kiss her tenderly, telling her it was a joke, telling her
happy birthday and confessing his undying love for her. Funny guy, Draco was.*

*‘You’re just not the one for me.’ But then--the words that came out of his mouth were all
wrong.*

*Her mind didn’t know what to say or think, because what she was hearing was probably a lie.
But her heart seemed to know, because tears were streaming down her face, and he made no move to
wipe them away as she expected him to. She told herself to stop crying—there was no reason to, but
they kept coming. And as the dull moments passed, his face became even more impassive, and her
confusion increased.*

*Her life couldn’t be shattered this easily. He wouldn’t do this to her, not after all the
times he had kissed her, not after all those times--*

*‘You-you don’t want me?’ She asked. He didn’t answer. It might have been a sign of remorse,
but what she saw on his face said otherwise. There was nothing on his face but contempt and
annoyance. She cried silently, feeling her knees give out under her.*

*‘Why?’ Her voice was barely audible.*

*‘Because these—these relationships don’t last forever.’ He explained exasperatedly.*

*‘But you love me.’ She whispered, her trembling hand reaching for his.*

*‘I never said I did, Ginny.’ Indeed, perhaps her world could shatter within minutes.
Remembering all the things he had ever said to her, and the way he had said them. Foolish girl,
unable to let go.*

*‘But I love you.’ She said helplessly. His eyes flitted over to her, flashing with surprise.
His face grew, if possible, even more solemn.*

*He leaned towards her until she was against the solid wall, and his arms went on either side
of her.*

*‘You love me.’ He repeated, as if marveling at the fact.*

*‘I do.’ She choked out, wishing with every fiber of her being that he would return the
words.*

*But instead, he kissed her. She didn’t see the smirk of malice on his face. She kissed him
with all the strength she had, hands fluttering around his body, tears flowing down so freely that
the both of them could taste the bitter saltiness of her tears. Sad, that she could only taste her
own tears, and not his.*

*He kissed her as he had done many times before, fiercely, without reason, his tongue
demanding entrance, making her choke at the intensity. And she could never resist him. His lips
were always soft on hers, and he tasted wonderful, just as he had always. A sense of intrigue in
his lips that she could never fully comprehend. She savored the feeling of his soft hair through
her fingers, enjoyed his hot breath on her neck, and welcomed the inviting scent of his cologne.
Cologne that she had given him, she recalled bitterly.*

*She wanted something that maybe she would never get. Pushing to get closer to him, though it
didn’t seem possible, wanting to have such an effect on him that he couldn’t leave her, that he
would finally feel his own heart break and want her because he realized with a jolt that she had
become a part of him. Wasn’t that the way it worked in all romances, both big and small?*

*Oh, of course. This was reality.*

*Life didn’t always grant her wishes, however strong her will.*

*His strong hands suddenly pushed her away, and her eyes flew open, hoping that there was
understanding and warmth and love in his eyes. Hoping for a last chance.*

*There was disgust.*

*‘You don’t love me, Draco?’ She asked, tenderly touching his soft cheeks—perhaps it was the
last time. He stepped back until he was out of her reach.*

*‘You’re just another girl.’ He said with a shrug of his shoulders. His hand stroked her
cheek.*

*‘Poor girl.’ He muttered. Not sounding sorry at all. He stepped back, about to turn around
and walk out.*

*But right before he left, he ripped out her aching heart, and only then did he walk out for
the last time on her birthday—the day that was supposed to be perfect. And all she could think was
how much she loved him, and just how beautiful he was.*

She was blind. She found comfort in the thought that he would come back to her one day, and tell
her that he was stupid to let her go. That she had changed him, and that she was the one special
girl for him. And only then would she be happy. Those thoughts had all been things she had made up
to reassure herself.

She stood up slowly, wobbling uncontrollably on her heels. The mirror stood in front of her
still and she looked at her pathetic reflection. The only thing it showed was truth. Truth that was
painful Truth that was painful, yes, and often times unbelievable--truth that showed her for the
first time what ignorance had covered. Her own ignorance that had disabled her to see for herself
just how miserable she was, just how trapped she had been because of him. Things that she didnÕt
want to believe. But no matter how you described it, mirrors never lied.

Red hair that was a tangled mess beyond recognition.

Thin lips that were dull and useless.

A smart black dress that sagged with wrinkles.

Brandy brown eyes that sparkled with *tears.*

And a heart that did not beat.

Troublesome, stiletto heels that were unstable in her state of drunkenness. But she did not take
them off. In the end they shook and crashed, taking Ginny Weasley along with its fall to the cold
floor. Her hands wrapped tightly around the thin silver chain on her neck. A small but unmistakable
snap echoed throughout the room.

A tear fell on the ever-sparkling ornament.

‘*Something to remember me by.’*

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*She's beautiful as usual*

*With bruises on her ego*

*And her killer instinct tells her to be aware of evil men.*

*And that's what you get for falling again; you can never get him out of your head*

*And that's what you get for falling again; you can never get him out of your head*

*It's the way that he makes you cry.*

*It's the way that he's in your mind.*

*It's the way that he makes you fall in love.*

*It's the way that he makes you feel.*

*It's the way that he kisses you.*

*It's the way that he makes you fall in love...*

*love....*