Summary: Talking helps
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
This bit's between these ' ' are song quotes, I can't do italics
"He comes for conversation, I comfort him sometimes. Comfort and consultation, he knows that's what he'll find." Conversation, Joni Mitchell
Conversation
Ginny Weasley relaxed on the chair, she looked out of the window and all the people rushing around trying to get shelter from the rain. It was warm in the coffee shop, though the windows were now steaming up due to the increase of people, tired and drenched, entering from the late afternoon torrent. Ginny cut open and buttered her scone as she watched everyone, she knew who she was looking for but it was unlikely, very unlikely. It was as she was lifting white flour scone, crumbly to eat, that she saw him, trying to rid himself of the raindrops in his hair, noticing her silently laughing at him, he came over and sat beside.
"Well, hello Mr. Malfoy. And how are you?" She smirked, imitating his usual expression to perfection.
"Soaked, as you can see." He gestured to himself. "Lav was having this awful party, I had to get out of the house immediately, before I suffocated, So Ginny, how are you?"
"Okay, mostly, tell me about this party, it's sounds horrific."
And so he did, though Ginny had her suspicions that he was exaggerating as usual. But she was accustomed to that; she could read through the lines easily and though it gave her an almost selfish hope, she worried for Draco. Lavender was obviously using him. Though he himself couldn't see it. Outside the gale turned for the worse, a little rivulet of water streamed down the windowpane. Ginny focused her attention on it, Draco didn't want her to listen, not really; he just wanted her to be there. She saw a colourful figure walking down the road. Lavender had returned to find Draco.
'She removes him, like a ring, to wash her hands, she only brings him out to show her friends.'
She gave a worried glance to Draco. "She's here."
'I want to free him.'
Draco swallowed his remaining coffee, "Thanks Ginny. Thank you for being there." He shrugged on his coat and went to meet Lavender, as they walked past her, Draco gave her a rueful grin, as means of goodbye, she smiled in return and waited until they had reached the end of the road before she let her shoulders sag as sobs racked her body.
'Tomorrow, he will come to me and he'll speak his sorrow endlessly and he'll ask me why, "Why can't I leave her" '
Tomorrow she would tell him how much he meant to her. She left the cosy little coffee shop, tomorrow.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
This bit's between these ' ' are song quotes, I can't do italics
"He comes for conversation, I comfort him sometimes. Comfort and consultation, he knows that's what he'll find." Conversation, Joni Mitchell
Conversation
Ginny Weasley relaxed on the chair, she looked out of the window and all the people rushing around trying to get shelter from the rain. It was warm in the coffee shop, though the windows were now steaming up due to the increase of people, tired and drenched, entering from the late afternoon torrent. Ginny cut open and buttered her scone as she watched everyone, she knew who she was looking for but it was unlikely, very unlikely. It was as she was lifting white flour scone, crumbly to eat, that she saw him, trying to rid himself of the raindrops in his hair, noticing her silently laughing at him, he came over and sat beside.
"Well, hello Mr. Malfoy. And how are you?" She smirked, imitating his usual expression to perfection.
"Soaked, as you can see." He gestured to himself. "Lav was having this awful party, I had to get out of the house immediately, before I suffocated, So Ginny, how are you?"
"Okay, mostly, tell me about this party, it's sounds horrific."
And so he did, though Ginny had her suspicions that he was exaggerating as usual. But she was accustomed to that; she could read through the lines easily and though it gave her an almost selfish hope, she worried for Draco. Lavender was obviously using him. Though he himself couldn't see it. Outside the gale turned for the worse, a little rivulet of water streamed down the windowpane. Ginny focused her attention on it, Draco didn't want her to listen, not really; he just wanted her to be there. She saw a colourful figure walking down the road. Lavender had returned to find Draco.
'She removes him, like a ring, to wash her hands, she only brings him out to show her friends.'
She gave a worried glance to Draco. "She's here."
'I want to free him.'
Draco swallowed his remaining coffee, "Thanks Ginny. Thank you for being there." He shrugged on his coat and went to meet Lavender, as they walked past her, Draco gave her a rueful grin, as means of goodbye, she smiled in return and waited until they had reached the end of the road before she let her shoulders sag as sobs racked her body.
'Tomorrow, he will come to me and he'll speak his sorrow endlessly and he'll ask me why, "Why can't I leave her" '
Tomorrow she would tell him how much he meant to her. She left the cosy little coffee shop, tomorrow.