The Devil's Rose
A Fan Fiction Written By: OhanaMeansFamily
Disclaimer: I just own the plot. Everything else belongs to J.K. Rowling.
Chapter One
Haunted
Watching me wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Fearing you loving you
I won't let you pull me down
~Haunted By: Evanescence
Eighteen. Eighteen birthday candles alight on top of her luscious chocolate fudge cake. Eighteen pinches in the shoulder from her older brothers. Eighteen pieces of cake that she had to try to eat in less that eighteen seconds.
But zero birthday gifts sitting upon her lap just itching to be opened.
Ginny hated being poor. If it was up to her, she would at least have two Galleons to rub together, but she didn't even have that. It wasn't like she was a spoiled little brat and had to have everything at every moment of the day, but she just asked for ONE thing.
Just one.
All she wanted this year was a little calico kitten. She admired Hermione's cat, Crookshanks, and she had always wanted a kitten of her own. Her parents PROMISED her that this year, she would be able to have a cat of her own.
But they forgot.
She got her favorite kind of birthday cake; she got the yearly pinches and the contest to eat as much cake as you can in such and such seconds.
Yet…the one gift she asked for was thrown in the dust.
As she sat on her bed staring into the rain and letting the tears fall down upon her cheeks, she heard a knock at the door.
"Come in…" She quickly wiped her eyes and made herself presentable.
"Ginny?" It was Ron, holding a small wicker basket.
"Ron? Why…why do you have a wicker basket?" The ribbon was even her favorite color, azure blue.
"Well…I thought since, well, Mum and Dad are a little tight on money this year, I would get you something. Fred and George helped me with the expenses, but I picked it out. It took me a LONG time to choose which one would be perfect, but in the end…"
As Ginny lifted the lid of the basket, two little eyes blinked back at her. It was her calico kitten that she had wanted all her life.
"I think it paid off."
Tears welled up once more in Ginny's eyes, but these were tears of happiness. "Oh, Ron…you can be a total jerk sometimes, but…you do have a few surprises hidden up your sleeves." She hugged her brother for the first time in four years.
"Thanks, Ginny. I…I missed your hugs a little…"
"I missed your hugs as well…" She smiled.
As this touching sibling moment was going on, someone was watching from the oak trees in front of the Burrow.
He had been sitting there for quite some time, actually. It was a rather eerie thing for the passerby to watch this young man sitting alone in a tree, staring into the window of the Burrow.
Of course, the people around them didn't really get a kick out of the fact that…well…those kinds of people were living in that house.
(What I'm referring to is wizards and witches, if you didn't understand.)
He was still, unmoving, and had been for quite some time. More like three hours, in fact.
But…the real question lies in the fact that there was no reason why he sat in that tree…he just did.
His silver eyes were watering slightly from not blinking, but he never shut them for a moment, and he never tucked his shoulder-length, silver-blond hair from behind his ear. His hair was touching his lips and threatening to enter his mouth and leave a bitter and annoying taste upon his tongue, but he didn't care.
Draco Malfoy never cared.
Because no one cared for him.
Some would say that it was his upbringing, since his father was a very harsh and cruel man. But that wasn't it.
Others might make a mention that he was always a lonely child without any friends to play with. But that was not the reason either.
It was simply this: No one loved him. No one cared about what happened to him.
Yet, he loved someone so deeply, so truly, that he was to steal her from her home just to have her.
You see, it was the only way he could get at her.
It was the only way she would go with him…maybe not willingly, but she will be his.
Forever.
And ever.
And ever.
Until the day that the two of them die or if she runs away, she will be his.
So, as he watched from the tree, he noticed that she was holding a young cat close to her.
`Let her keep the cat,' His conscience softly spoke to him. `She will miss it dearly and leave you for it if you don't let her keep it. That will be her only connection to her life before.'
He nodded, then sat still as stone once more, waiting for the perfect moment to spring his trap.
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Ginny slowly let go of her brother, savoring the final moments of this rare and almost once in a lifetime event. "Thank you again…"
"What are you going to name your kitten?" Ron steered away from the topic of thanking, because he felt tears welling behind his eyes.
She looked down at the young calico, holding it in her arms as a mother would hold her child, and pondered that thought very carefully.
But as she was about to blurt out a name, her thoughts were cut off by the sound of a swishing cloak behind her.
Ginny really didn't think much of it, but as she saw her brother backing up against the door, she began to get a little nervous.
"Ron…what's the matter?"
"Ginny…BEHIND YOU!"
She quickly turned to see a small flash of sparkles flying at her. As they hit her in the chest, she felt a wave of excruciating pain and she fell to the ground. She saw no more.
The devil had his catch. And he quickly took Ginny, still clutching her young kitten to her chest, away with him, leaving a single red rose in her place.
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