Songfic, D/G pairing, R, "A Total Eclipse of the Heart," by Bonnie Tyler

Every now and I then I get a little bit lonely and you never come around. Every now and then I get a little bit tired of listening to the sound of my tears. Every now and then I get a little bit nervous that the best of all the years have gone by. Every now and then I get a little bit terrified when I see the look in your eyes.

She stood on the bridge over the smaller portion of the lake, where it narrowed out into a stream or a creek. Rain was pouring relentlessly earthward. Her cloak clung to her, saturated with the clear droplets and her strawberry blonde hair was turned auburn with the excess water. He should have been there, hours ago. She'd stood there for who knew how long. It had been a long time since she'd given up on him coming, but the rain camouflaged her tears so easily, it seemed a shame to waste the opportunity. She gazed at the ripples that had consumed the usual glassy surface of the lake. Its turmoil was a mirror of her soul. The green of the mountains beyond the Forbidden Forest beckoned to her, called to her; just like everything else that was out of reach; green like his eyes. Years of her life were wasted; wasted on waiting for something . . . someone that was not destined to be hers.

Every now and then I fall apart

Suddenly anger rose up inside of her. At first it seemed to be a quenchable flame on the edge of a match, but after bare seconds it escalated into an inferno that devoured her soul. It gave her energy beyond anything she ever felt before. It gave birth to a hatred that was beyond all others and nursed a passion to feed that hatred forever.

Once upon a time, I was falling in love, now I'm only falling apart. There's nothing I can do, a total eclipse of the heart.

There was a light running toward her. The bluish-white light of a lumos spell. She knew who it was. It wasn't the person who should have met her on that bridge. It was someone who she hated almost as much as she now hated the boy who did not come.

Before she had any idea what was happening, Ginny was running, full tilt in the opposite direction towards the darkness of the Forbidden Forest. Suddenly, she wasn't afraid of anything. She didn't want anything, she didn't need anything, not even her next breath. She was beyond it all.

The person ran after her, calling her name, not Ginny, but Virginia, telling her to wait. She didn't WANT to wait, so why should she? Especially why would she wait for HIM? It took minimal effort to tune him out, to forget about him. She lived for the moment, her next breath was for her mad dash through the forests.

She continued running, her cloak billowing out behind her, her thin shoes soaked through. Rain pelted her face, but she barely felt it. The wind blew her hair back. She kept running, not caring about anything. The world seemed to fade around her, leaving her in an encompassing darkness.

He ran after her, struggling to keep up with her. He could barely see her through the sheets of rain that felt like they were drowning him. She ran around the lake, flying over boulders and ditches like they were nothing. It was almost as if she were a bird, skimming over the ground, taunting him: a land-bound creature.

She ran without thinking about where she was going. The ground seemed missing beneath her feet. The sensation of leaves or branches or something like that slapping against her face and arms vaguely registered in her mind. Grass turned to leaves and she thought that maybe she was in the forest. Before long however, the grass returned, but this time it was soft and manicured. She had completely forgotten her pursuer.

He increased his pace as she ran into the Forbidden Forest. Was she crazy? Who knew what was in there? And at this time at night? His worries were cut short when the forest opened out into the Quidditch Pitch. His breath was coming in gasps, how could she run so fast for so long? He pushed some of the white-blonde hair out of his eyes. She couldn't leave his sight, he had to follow her.

She ran, wild and free, a creature of the rain and of the night. Through the gardens. The scent of roses accosted her. Beautiful roses, blooming in the dark of night, their red petals giving off an unearthly glow, despite the rain. She paused in her flight just to admire them. Her fingertips traced the petal of the grandest bloom. They were soft and seemed to be of silk. She went to pluck the bloom, her fingers slowly closing around the stem. She closed them on it and quickly drew away in pain. It had pricked her. Blood dripped from her fingertip. She stared at it. The blood was red and shimmered iridescently. The small wound closed up and healed nearly immediately and the blood was washed away by the rain that was still falling.

"Virginia!"

She whirled her head towards the voice and then ran in the opposite direction. Into the castle was her only escape. This time he was right behind her. She mustn't get caught.

He had watched her, captivated by her beauty mingling with that of the roses. Her face had a contemplative look that made her look like a goddess. She gently touched the petals of the flower and he wished he could be the flower; wished she would caress his skin so lovingly. He'd seen her get pricked by the rose and watched her eyes suddenly widen as she looked at her slender finger. He had to get to her, to make sure she wouldn't do anything. The fool! Didn't he realize how much power, beauty, grace, oh the list went on, all of the virtues she held? He called her name and raced after her into the castle.

The stone of the castle clicked under her shoes. A path of puddles followed her. Hallways, corridors, rooms and stairwells flew by her. Portraits called out to her, asking her why she was running, compelling her to stop. She continued to run until she got to the end of the hallway. There was a stairway heading up to her right and one heading down to her left. She heard heavy footsteps in the hall behind and headed left.

He ran behind her in the halls, gaining with each step, though she was still so far in front of him. He saw her pause and then head to the dungeons. He knew those dungeons like the back of his hand. If he could catch her anywhere, it would be there. 

She ran down the stairs and took a right. Her echoing footsteps gave away her direction to her pursuer. Her path zigzagged through the cold, moss covered dungeon. He was still right behind her. She took staircases down and then stair cases up. No matter what she did, he still gained. He knew that soon she would have to make a mistake, soon he would catch her.

He was right. She went down a stairwell and at the bottom there was a solid stone wall. A sleeping portrait hung on the wall to the left of the stairs. She banged her fists on the wall and cried out in frustration. Her pursuer's footsteps stopped at the top of the stairs. She held her breath and whirled around, back to the wall, hoping he'd go on, praying he'd missed her outburst. Instead, he slowly stepped down the stairs until he could see her, then halted.

"Virginia, why were you running?" he asked calmly, looking at the figure before him.

She was drenched. The green dress was like a second skin and the emerald cloak left a puddle at her feet. Her breasts heaved up and down with her breath. The thin material made her nipples quite visible. He could see every curve of her body. Her hair tumbled down in messy waves, falling in her brandy eyes. They stared coldly at him, boring holes in him with their calculating stare. Her lips were red and her cheeks glowing with a blush. She looked like a heavenly creature, a cornered, fallen angel.

"I hate you," she announced.

"I know," he replied, stepping down two steps.

"I hope you DIE!" she spat.

"I know." He went down two more.

"I think you're the scum of the earth."

"I know." Two again.

"I hope you'll rot in hell."

"I know." He was so close to her. She moved her hands to push him away, but he grabbed her wrists and kissed her. After resisting the intense gesture, she gave in. His lips were so soft and inviting; his tongue, so careful; his silver eyes absolutely begging for her. She couldn't help but fall again. His poison was so sweet. Maybe even sweeter than the sugar of the boy who betrayed her. This boy, the one kissing her, this boy intoxicated her senses. He was a danger; a danger to himself and a danger to those he grew close to. But suddenly, Virginia craved that danger. She craved his touch. Just this once she would give in. Just this once would she let her hidden emotions take advantage of her. She would let her knees grow weak; let him caress her soul; let him heal her wounds.

"I want you," she whispered.

"I want you, too."

"I need you."

"I need you, too."

She nearly sobbed, "I love you."

"I love you, too."

He picked her up and the portrait opened. She didn't even think to ask him where they were going, only that suddenly her body was filled with emotions she'd felt only once before, emotions that now flowed through her veins, quieting all her pain, all her stress, all the screaming of her anger. It was a drug and she knew she would soon be addicted. Her only comfort in this was that her addiction seemed to be already addicted to her.

Every now and then I know you'll never be the boy you always wanted to be. Every now and then I know you'll always be the only boy that wanted me the way that I am. Every now and then I know there's no one in the universe as magical and wondrous as you. Every now and then I know there's nothing any better, no there's nothing I wouldn't do.

Every nerve in her body was alive with fire and felt everything; his hands on her skin, his strong arms holding her, the silk sheets on the bed, the softness of he mattress. The kisses grew feverish and heated. They grew deeper and more searching. Her hands were in the silver blonde hair, wet and messy from running through the rain. She frantically searched for the clasp to his robes, desperate to get it off just he began the quest for the zipper to her dress as the cloak was already discarded on the stone floor.

Every now and then I fall apart.

She worked the black robes off his body and threw the wet garment somewhere across the room. His shirt was white and button down, her fingers trembled as she unfastened them. It clung to his skin, almost as white. He'd started stripping the dress from her soaking frame. The shirt was off and his pants were being removed just as quickly and before they knew it they were both in their underwear. His tongue traced warm circles on her body and her back arced towards him. Her breath came in deep gasps, sometimes cries of lust while his growled as it passed through his throat. They both needed this from the bottom of their souls.

And I need you now tonight and I need you more than ever. If you'll only hold me tight, we'll be holding on forever. We'd only be making it right, because we'd never be bold. Together we can take it to the end of the night. Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time. I don't know what to do; I'm always in the dark. We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks. I really need you tonight, forever's gonna start. Forever's gonna start tonight.

He hovered above her, in position to enter her. Their frenzy of passion suddenly came to a halt. True, desire still remained in their locked gaze, but its cloud was pushed to the background, attributed to a side effect. Instead, their eyes glowed with the warmth of a significantly deeper, more meaningful emotion. Their lips briefly connected in a soft kiss as he slowly and gently entered her, treating her like a fragile treasure that he hoped to cradle in his arms forever.

And it broke her heart. If he had been any different; if his love-making had been playful, forceful, wild, kinky, savage, anything but gentle and compassionate, she could have ascribed it to him being Draco-like. But it WAS gentle and it WAS compassionate and his silver eyes were all she could see in the dark and they were filled with love and there was no doubt about it. The only thing she could do was acknowledge that he loved her and she loved him and that was all there was and ever would be.

Every stroke was almost tortuously slow, but steady. His lips and hers met only in chaste kisses that expressed more than a ravishing tongue twister ever could. They both knew as they approached the best feeling that they'd ever experienced yet, that they were in way over their heads, but they also knew that they suddenly didn't care.

In his early years it had been do exactly what you're told and that was that. As he had gotten older and older and more and more independent, he had refused to obey his father more and more. Now he saw no reason to maintain any of the contracts Lucius had made with Parkinson's father. There was no way he would spend the rest of his life with any woman other than the one with him at that moment. Everything he had been taught about Weasleys and Muggle-lovers flew out the window. He loved this girl, this woman and that was all.

All her life, she had been told Malfoys just meant trouble. In certain cases it was true. There were all those awful things Lucius had done to her and her father and to Dumbledore; there were all those years of Draco picking fun at Ron and his friends. She knew people weren't their parents and that people could change. Since when did she listen to ANYTHING her family said? What did they know anyway? They were the ones to encourage her to pursue Harry. All that counted was how she felt and that was something she was sure of for once. She was in love.

Love was the only thing on their minds as inarticulate cries emerged from their lips and they surrendered their minds, hearts, bodies and souls to each other.

Once upon a time there was light in my life. Now there's only love in the dark. There's nothing I can do; it's a total eclipse of the heart.