Draco Malfoy never expected to care for Ginny Weasley. Even at twelve, he had too many loyalties already: to his parents, to blood purity, to the Dark Lord that he had never seen but hoped would return. All of those allegiances left no room in his heart for a lonely, redheaded First Year from a family of blood traitors. So loving her hits him like a train.
And so does the realization that here, at the end of it all, the only promise of loyalty that really matter is the one he made on a cold winter night, in bed, with the sheets pulled up over his head and warm brown eyes on his own. The only vow of allegiance that truly binds him was sealed with three words whispered in the darkness.
To her.
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Allegiance
FanfictionWhen eleven-year old Ginny Weasley is sorted into Slytherin, she is thrust into a world where the line between good and evil is blurred and where the boy she was supposed to hate, becomes the man she was never supposed to love.
