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Regretful Reflections by Dracana

Format: Song fic
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 2,937

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Scenes of a Sexual Nature

Genres: General, Romance, Angst
Characters: Draco, Ginny, Blaise (M)
Pairings: Draco/Ginny

First Published: 01/26/2007
Last Chapter: 01/26/2007
Last Updated: 01/26/2007

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Sequel to "I write sins not tragedies" - Draco learns to cope with the fact that his potential wife Ginny Weasley betrayed him, and not only that, but so did his best friend. After the break-up on his wedding day, he finds that it's finally time to seek out Ginny and ask her why she resorted to such infidelity.  Song - P!ATD - Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off

Chapter 1: Regretful Reflections
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Blaise Zabini eyed his friend doubtfully. He didn’t look well, and it wasn’t surprising after what had happened. He’d thought against his father’s steely control to get the girl he loved, and it had all been thrown back in his face, had been dissolved to nothing. He sighed and closed his eyes, his concern doubling that Draco was day after day ignoring his food.

“You’ve got to eat something,” he protested when his friend shoved away the plate he placed down in front of him. “Draco - it’s been two days.”

“I don’t need reminding,” the man snarled, throwing Blaise a vehement look that spoke of wrath and hatred. “I was there, remember? I saw her kissing someone else.”

Blaise lowered his eyes. “That’s not all she’s been doing.”

Draco glanced up sharply, a sneer walking the paleness of his face. “I know. Just shut up about it, will you?”

Blaise sat down slowly and stared across the lawn to where the gardens of Malfoy Manor were kept trimly. Violets entwined with roses and a blossoming tree of delicate white bloomed full health in the wealth of summer. The thick swirling aroma of the fragranced flowers engulfed the atmosphere, creating a lazy slur to inflict Blaise’s mind. He fought to keep his thoughts steady.

“What will you do now?”

There was no answer. Draco continued to stare off into silence. He was in a bad way. Blaise could never have imagined how badly Ginny’s betrayal could have effected him. He massaged his temples and leant back lazily in his chair, emitting a yawn. A sweet melody from a bird threaded its way throughout the garden and reached their ears with its intoxicating tune.

“You said you had proof,” Draco said suddenly, looking up with a silvery cold glint to his eyes, fixing his friend with a death-like stare.


“Proof, Blaise. You said at the wedding that you had proof of Ginny’s infidelity.”

“Er,” replied Blaise before stopping. He shook his head. “I er, I lied.”

Draco scowled, the motion darkening his face. “You wouldn’t do that. You wouldn’t just storm into my wedding with no proof.”

“Potter,” Blaise ventured. “There was Potter.”

“You didn’t know that was going to happen.”

Blaise nodded truthfully, recalling the way Ginny had just marched out of the church, Potter following her so that they could share a kiss. Of course he hadn’t relied upon that antic - he’d had something else to prove his words were not lies.

“I could have killed him,” Draco spat viciously, glowering into the meal that the house elf had brought out as if by staring at the peas he could kill the satisfied look in Potter’s emerald eyes.

“He wasn’t the only one,” Blaise reminded his friend sternly. Draco turned towards him with a look of disdain about his features.

“Oh yes, you cleverly informed the whole church of that, didn’t you? Did you really sleep with her, or was that another one of your lies to gain my attention?” He sighed. “Why were you so against me marrying her in the first place? Why were you so desperate for me not to be happy?”

Blaise chose to answer the later question. “It’s not that I didn’t want you to be happy - it was rather the opposite. That bitch Weasley was planning on cheating on you the whole way through the marriage; after all, what was stopping her? I’d told you so many times, and you didn’t believe me - she thought she could walk all over you. She didn’t deserve you. You can do better than that.”

Draco snorted. “I won’t love anyone again.” His eyes flitted towards Blaise again, locking sights with him so that his friend could not pull away, so that he could read the truth in his eyes. “You didn’t answer my question. Did you sleep with her?”

Blaise cleared his throat and nodded.


“Look . . . “

“Is that the proof you had to offer? Where is it?”

Blaise shook his head fiercely. “I can’t -”

“Show me.”

The finality of that tone told Blaise that there was no point in denying him. He nodded reluctantly and stood up. “Come with me.”

Draco obeyed, frowning slightly, but followed Blaise up through the garden, past the gushing silver of the towering fountain, and through the cool shady hallways of the manor. They wove their way through the entwining corridors that led off to contrasting chambers, until at last they reached the tower, the place in which Draco kept his pensieve, a place he had not yet released his thoughts of Ginny.

Blaise hesitated. “Are you sure you want to -?”

“ - Just get on with it,” Malfoy interrupted, waiting impatiently as Blaise took a breath, putting his wand to his own head and withdrawing a silver thread of memory that he placed into the pensive. He ran awkward trembling hands through his hair and stood back to give Draco a clear passageway.

Draco didn’t bother lingering around, he dove straight into it, ready to come to terms with what his real love really was. The kiss hadn’t been enough for him to hate her, he had to have more evidence so that he could move on from this tragedy and progress with his life. He caught sight of the dread on Blaise’s face before the pensieve swallowed him into its clasp and showed his the real purity of truth he needed.

Well is it still me that makes you sweat?
Am I who you think about in bed?

Draco stared before him, taking in the scene. He absorbed the calamity of the room, the chamber he recognised as Blaise’s, the night his friend had stayed for a week to celebrate Draco’s and Ginny’s engagement. It had been that night when they had all drank too much champagne, when Ginny had told him that she was going to take a bath before bed, that he should go right on to sleep without her.

The truth was, she had gone to someone’s else bed, had taken the comfort of their body - and that someone else was his best friend, Blaise Zabini.

He eyed the scene before him, his heart shattering into pieces as if he dropped it like glass from his hands and it spilled to shards at the pit of his stomach, smouldering an burning in pain.

When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you’re sliding off your dress?

The room was lit by candlelight, a true romantic scene, if it wasn’t his fiancé there before him. He watched Blaise, his eyes widened with astonishment as Ginny entered the room, dressed still in the elegant black silken dress that Draco had bought her. It reached just above her smooth knee and she smiled when she approached Blaise.

“You wanted to see me?” she enquired tenderly, slipping out of her shoes. “These have been getting on my nerves all day.”

They were the shoes that Draco had paid for. He bit his lip in an effort to keep back the anger and the tears of what he knew was about to happen.

Blaise nodded slowly. “Yeah, you left your engagement ring on the table.”

Ginny rose a provocative eyebrow. “And? That was deliberate.”

Blaise frowned. “Don’t you like it? Are you allergic to it - I mean . . . why would you purposely leave it on the table?”

Ginny laughed sweetly. “Because I don’t want to wear it. I makes me feel like I belong to someone - like I’m his possession.”

“Draco’s?” Blaise shrugged. “You belong to each other. That’s the whole meaning of engagement.”

Ginny smiled and shook her head. “I don’t like being caged. Blaise, are you alright in that shirt? You’re sweating. Here . . . Let me . . .”

She closed the distance between them, suddenly their bodies very close. Her eyes glanced up at Blaise meaningfully as her hand unfastened the buttons of his shirt. She pressed one hand against his chest and sighed, tilting her head back so that her flaming hair danced rich and beautiful across her back, a brightening hue of colours that outshined the candles themselves. The moon from the window filtered in and touched her skin in a ghostly glow, causing it to still like ebony.

Draco swallowed and tried to stifle his love for her and her perfection.

Suddenly her lips were on Blaise’s lips, and he reacted by taking her mouth in his, kissing her deeply, moving his arms around her slender frame and pulling her closer. She moaned softly to his touch and pulled away. He watched her breathlessly as she backed against the bed, sliding off her dress and watching him expectantly.

Well then think of what you did. And I hope to God he was worth it.
When the lights are dim and your heart is racing as your fingers touch your skin.

Draco watched in horror as his best friend shared bodies with his potential wife. The two of them acted as if it wasn’t a sin, their breaths coming thick and fasts, moans escaping their guiltless throats as they moved against each other, the moonlight spilling over the shadow of the bed and gracing it in white as if it were something heavenly they were doing, and not disgraceful.

Draco rose his hands to his face, unable to turn away at the hurtful betrayal of the people he trusted the most in the world. He forced his eyes closed and choked on a sob. How could they have done this to him? After all he had sacrificed, what had he done wrong?

He felt the weight of gravity jerking him back from the memory and into the tower. He felt sick, he felt betrayed, and he felt disdainful.

“Draco -” Blaise began, but he turned away, shoving past his friend and out of the room. He had to see her; he had to talk to Ginny.

The floo powder transported him immediately to where he knew she would be. He landed in the Burrow’s fireplace uninvited, bursting in on the family who were sat down eating, glancing up in shock.

“Where is she?” he demanded, not bothering with names, glowering at Mrs Weasley.

“What are you -?”

“Where is she?!”

Mrs Weasley swallowed. “If you hurt her . . .”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not going to lay a finger on her filthy lying flesh.”

Mrs Weasley heaved a sigh and nodded, pushing herself up from her seat at the table where the rest of her family sat, stunned, and pointed to the staircase.

“She’s in her bedroom, where she has been for the past couple of days.” She shook her head. “I know she’s done wrong by you, but she regrets it. Don’t be too harsh on her.”

Draco glared at her before ascending the stairs and leaving the awkward family behind. Once again, he didn’t bother to leave notice of his coming, he didn’t knock on the door - just burst through it. Ginny was sitting in front of her mirror. She turned with a gasp when she saw him.

“Why?” he demanded furiously, slamming the door behind him and locking it with a wave of his wand. “Why did you do it?”

“Draco . . .” she stumbled over her words, eying him and the door desperately. “You’re not going to hurt me?”

“What kind of person do you think I am? I want answers, that’s all. Why did you do it?”

Her hands were shaking as she ran them through her hair. “Harry was -”

“Not Harry, Blaise.”

“Oh, but I didn’t, I -”

“I saw, Ginny!” he exploded his anger with cold fury, deafening the discomfort of the room. “Blaise showed me his memory - you can’t lie to me anymore. Just tell me . . . What’s he got that’s better than me?”

I’ve got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch . . . a better fuck
Than any boy you’ll ever meet. Sweetie you had me.
Girl I was it look past the sweat, a better love deserving of
exchanging body heat in the passenger seat?
no no no you know it will always just be . . . me

She blinked back the tears from her eyes. “He was just there. Draco, you have to understand, I can’t help it. I can’t have the attentions of just one boy - it’s never enough. it’s the way I am. Please, don’t hate me.”

“Too late for that,” he snarled in retort, glowering. “I didn’t come here for apologies, just as I didn’t come here to forgive you. I came for an explanation.”

She held her head in her hands, her silken hair sliding across her back, cascading and fiery and gorgeous, so that he wanted her all over again.

“What else do you want to know?” she said with flat finality.

He sighed and sat gently down on the edge of the bed, his eyes straying towards the open window, the breeze a refreshing breath that caressed his skin and left him cleansed.

“Why wasn’t I good enough for you?”

“You were,” she smiled, closing her eyes and reflecting old times. Draco shared the thoughts with her.

Lets get those teen hearts beating. Faster faster!

They had first started their relationship one day at Hogsmeade, when he had spotted her buying the same book as him in one of the tacky shops buried in the back of the small village. He had approached her; at first she had been reproachful and guarded, glaring at him with hostility when he questioned her upon her favourite characters and her favourite chapter. At last she had seen his honesty and given into her enthusiasm. He had been entranced by her, yet she could not afford the book, a perfect opportunity for him. He had brought her the book and treated her to a butterbeer at the Hogshead, whereupon their discussion had moved on further to develop into something that brought a realisation of their same interest. She had admitted her obsession for the music of the Weird Sisters, sharing his favourite song, and had heartily discussed her support in the Applby Arrows, a Quidditch team they both fervently supported.

Their relationship had grown in slow steps from there, but that had been the foundation point. They had practiced flying sessions together, studied in the library together, shared secret kisses in empty classrooms, until they were both passionate enough to proclaim the whole extent of their love.

So testosterone boys and harlequin girls:
will you dance to this beat - and hold a lover close?

They had been hesitant to begin with, moving towards that extension that shattered their purity, but it was a declaration that exchanged their affection until their relationship burst into the full bloom of love.

Now I guess we’re back to us, oh cameraman, swing the focus!
In case I lost my train of thought where was it that we last left off?
Lets pick up pick up

“Draco,” she interrupted his thoughts, stirring him back to the reality of the room. “I really am sorry.”

“Yeah, right,” he snapped bitterly.

“No, truly!”

“Ginny,” he blurted, “you slept with my best friend, you went out with Potter, of all people, behind back! Merlin knows how many other people there have been.”

“There are no more -”

“ - How can I trust you?” He cut her off angrily, standing up and resting his head against the doorframe. “You made me think my best friend was a liar. You and him humiliated me at my own wedding, and then you went off and snogged Potter! What is wrong with you? I thought you loved me.”

“I did . . . I do.”

“Not enough.”

Oh now I do recall, we just were getting to the part . . .

His memory flashed back again, to the time when she had last told him she loved him, the night before their wedding. They’d been preparing for the event for half-a-year, because Ginny said it had to be special, it had to be perfect. It turned out she was just wasting the time, using it to get with as many different men as possible.

Where the shock sets in,
and the stomach acid finds a new way to make you get sick.

Their supposed love had increased the passion, made the pleasure ten time better than he could ever imagine. Their sweat had mingled in that bridal bed, their gasps sharp and heated, the sensual delight intense.

That had been the last time he had had her, the last memory he could summon to his mind. Now she had destroyed it with covertness.

Well then think of what you did, and how I hope to god he was worth it.
For that I’m very sorry love . . . and though you may have
Butchered us . . .

“I hope our love was worth it,” he said at last, straightening up to shatter the silence and announce his departure. She stared at him through bright and beautiful eyes, her elegance almost enough to make him want her back. But he was better than that. He could get over this.

“Draco, don’t leave, please, I -”

“Love me?” He said the words for her, a wry smile cutting across his face. “No Ginny, don’t lie to me, don’t lie to yourself. If you loved me then you wouldn’t have done this.”

“It was lust!” she proclaimed desperately. “All the others - Blaise, Harry - it was just love. They’re nothing compared to you.”

He laughed sourly. “You should have thought of that before.”

He left her stunned and staring at her reflection hopelessly in the mirror, realising too late that looks and lust weren’t everything. The one thing that she had loved, that was pure and worth her effort, was gone out the door, and she had let him walk away.

sure hope you
didn’t expect that you’d get all the attention.
(besides) you really think I’d let you kill this chorus?

Outside, it was dark. Draco smiled to himself as he walked to the farthest corner, turning back to stare dismissively at the Burrow. It was warm, welcoming, yellows lights glowing softly in the darkness. But it wasn’t his; he could do better than that.

He could find love again.

A.N Ginny fans - please don't kill me for this. I know it would not happen.