ETHALINE FLORENCE MALFOY, twin of Draco Malfoy and the second choice finds comfort in a certain raven haired boy the Malfoy family despises after Death Eaters invade the Quidditch Tournament.
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Ginny Weasley never expected to be where she was now.
Never in a million years would she have expected to be taking a tray of breakfast to Harry Potter who had spent most of his last days outside with Ethaline's two remaining dragons. Bia and El.
He sat on the grass, holding the snow globe he had given her of the two of them as the dragons wailed for their mother. Harry was angry. He was angry he couldn't save her, angry that they were probably torturing her for information she led them to believe she had when in reality she knew nothing but her own secrets.
Why?
For the exact reason that she would be chained somewhere.
Harry was angry she always had a card up her sleeve, angry that she made him promise he would move on without her because she was just as good as dead. He promised he wouldn't look for her, promised he wouldn't become distracted but how couldn't he be?
In his last seconds with her, Harry Potter wanted to say the words...eight letters.
I love you.
He wanted to say them more than anything but before he could Severous Snape ripped her from him and now she was gone.
It didn't feel real yet, Harry concluded to himself. She was always independent, never relying on anyone and always off on her own. The only time he felt her lack of presence was at night when he turned to his side and expected to see her blonde hair spilling all over the pillows as she looked over at him with the most beautiful eyes.
He missed her flirty look whenever he stood up from the bed the next morning, his hair messy from the night before as he slipped on his glasses and his sweatpants hung lowly on his torso.
He missed whenever she pulled his robes to stop him from running into someone because he was so entranced with the Potions book in his hands. He missed when they snuck out randomly at night and walked along the lake to feed the water creatures.
He missed walking out of class and heading straight down to the lake where she would be sitting and starring down at them, a smile on her face as other animals circled her like she was their queen.
Harry recalled the last time she was sitting there as he looked over at the lake, she looked exactly like a painting. A stunning and well made piece of art made for the very purpose to create a sense of awe and admiration of a woman who is beautiful both out and in.
