Here's the challenge, anyways:
Draco and Ginny are now fighting for the Dark Lord, and they're getting closer then ever before. After being diagnosed with a crippling disease, though, Draco remembers the old Ginny, the angelic child. He misses her.
And Ginny doesn't.
Here's the rules.
1. Angsty, of course. Draco/Ginny's not exactly the ship of happy, pretty ponies.
2. Set any time. Preferably after Hogwarts, but your choice.
3. Draco's point of view. Doesn't have to be first-person; it can be limited third-person.
4. Must use the title song's lyrics. Any way you want, though (letter, singing, tried-but-true songfic, etc.).
Are you ugly?
A liar like me?
A user, a lost soul?
Someone you don’t know?
Money, it’s no cure.
A sickness so pure.
Are you like me?
Are you ugly?
We are dirt, we are alone.
You know we're far from sober!
We are fake, we are afraid.
You know it’s far from over.
We are dirt, we are alone.
You know we're far from sober!
Look closer, are you like me?
Are you ugly?
Turn a blind eye.
Why do I deny?
Medicate me,
so I die happy.
A strain of cancer
chokes the answers.
Are you like me?
A liar like me?
We are dirt, we are alone.
You know we're far from sober!
We are fake, we are afraid.
You know it’s far from over.
We are dirt, we are alone.
You know we're far from sober!
Look closer, are you like me?
Are you ugly?
I don’t care, you don’t care.
I’m bitter, you’re angry.
You don’t care, I don’t care.
You love you, just like me.
I blame you, you blame me.
I’m bitter, you’re angry.
You don’t care, I don’t care.
You love you, like me.
We are dirt, we are alone.
You know we're far from sober!
We are fake, we are afraid.
You know it’s far from over.
We are dirt, we are alone.
You know we're far from sober!
Look closer, are you like me?
Are you ugly?
Are you ugly?
Are you ugly?
This is, of course, just to show what a demented person Draco is. Don't worry, though, Draco, I love you and your horrible self-esteem issues.
