Fan Fiction ❯ In The End ❯ One-Shot

IN THE END

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Category: Angst, Romance, Drama

Spoilers: All books

Rating: let's say PG-13 for language, violence and disturbing themes.

Pairing: Tom/Ginny

Summary: Some years after CoS, Ginny is reflecting about her relationship to men in general, and Tom in particular. And it brings back very painful memories. Not a happy ficlet.

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. Don't sue, thanks.

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Men are stronger. Men are evil. Men always hurt you. But in the end, it doesn't really matter.

I've always had a soft spot for handsome men. But handsome men are. . . not nice. . . (In fact I'm not saying ugly men are better. No. They just don't have a chance to hurt you. Period.). Boys like Malfoy are the living proof of it. But Malfoy is not the only one. Oh no. And not the worst I could think of. Oh no.

I wish there was a spell to mend broken hearts.

Men are stronger. Men are evil. Men are stronger because they are evil. Men can force you to do what they want. They can even force you to want to do what they want. Men are deceiving. Men always lie. Men say they love you because they need your trust. Because they don't care. Because they find it funny when you cry and beg. They love showing they're in control.

How I hate those sick power games. How I hate men.

Can somebody hurt you and love you at the same time?

I remember everything. You listened to me, you lied to me, you helped me, you used me, you kissed me, you beat me. You left me crying and bleeding, lying on the floor, countless times. You used to say I deserved it. I didn't. And I hate you for that. But that's ok, now I know there can't be light without darkness. Now I know there can't be light. Or can there? I remember that you would always end up wiping blood and tears off my face with your sleeve, calling me your princess and telling me not to cry, because you just lost your temper and everything would be all right in the end. Like in some fucking fairy tale. But you were no charming prince, Tom. The charming prince is not supposed to insult or beat the princess when he "loses his temper", is he?

Come back Tom, I will let you hurt me. Again and again. Come back. Please.

Sometimes I don't remember if what I'm feeling is hate, or love, or both. Maybe I wouldn't love you so much if I didn't hate you.

You certainly think you've been being a gentleman or something, because apart from some kissing and groping not much happened. Damn you! It makes me sick. In your twisted and distorted logic, I should be thankful that you didn't want more. Right, you bastard?

In my even more twisted and distorted mind, I'm not, for I wish you did.

Men are stronger. Men are evil. Men always hurt you. But in the end, it doesn't really matter.