Voice of My Heart - The Draco and Ginny Chronicles
Fiery red hair glowed deep in the white depths of the blissful scene. Clouds could be seen cascading through the sky and billowing towards the heavens.
Spring green grass danced carelessly to the music of the wind as it blew gently from a distant land. For miles the land was covered in tall trees from oaks to willows.
Dancing in and out of the trees were birds that held a magic like that not to be confused with fairies.
Speaking the hidden language of the forests, all animals alike were breathing in the scent of heaven in the quiet spring day.
Two figures could be seen dancing together in the flowing grass in the center of the meadow. Red mixed with a kind of glowing white as the figures molded together to form one.
Faces were visible but hidden through flowing hair. The breeze blew and the hair flew back in spirals from the figures faces, revealing their secrets.
A tall man with handsome features and golden white hair stood with his hands on the arms of a woman with fiery red hair who wore a saddened expression.
The man turned the woman around and kissed her softly. Suddenly, laughter rang out and the both were smiling and playing with two tiny children, seemingly ages older.
Everything turned light and began to fade to white...the two people and the children disappearing in it's midst.
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A loud buzzing sound melted away the white and turned it to black. The black faded to a blurred vision of a window with streams of sunlight pouring through it.
Ginny stretched her arms to the ceiling, feeling the twist in her upper back. She gazed down at the clock, reading the time and yawning soundlessly. Leaning over and shutting off the alarm, she stood up and felt her drowsiness weigh down on her.
Suddenly an image flew through Ginny's head. The dream. What could it have meant? she thought as she recoursed the dream through her mind, trying to picture the man's face again but to no avail. It wasn't happening.
All she could remember was two people, one must have been herself, who else has long red hair that she knows of, but she couldn't remember the face of the man. She knew he had white blonde hair and yet, that didn't help much, seeing as to how many people have white blonde hair.
One face however, popped into her head as she thought of the white blonde hair again. No...it couldn't have been, she thought. Draco. No, impossible, why would I have a dream with him in it?
The answer seemed unfathomable seeing as to how Draco Malfoy hated her and she hated him. Her brother had protected her from Draco all through his years, but he couldn't shield her from the emotional damage Draco had caused her.
Oh, but that damage had faded. Another boy had caused her mind to sink and her heart to shatter in those very same years.
She had loved him, loved him so greatly it was so much for her to carry on her young heart. He had been the first boy to notice her, to talk to her, to save her.
But like he really gave a damn, she thought again as she pulled off her night shirt and stepped into the shower.
Harry Potter couldn't have known how she had felt, but Ginny knew that he did. He was too smart to not of known, from the lovers light in her 6th year to the countless love letters she left on his bed.
Ron had noticed, she knew that, along with the rest of her brothers. Being the only girl, she was left to pile all her thoughts into a diary. Her mother was always too busy with the boys to pay much attention to what was going on in her youngest child's life.
Her diary was one she kept private and to herself at home. She had only ever shown one person her diary, and that was Hermione Granger. Hermione had been like a best friend to Ginny, always there to offer a comforting hand but never delving too deep into her personal matters.
It seemed like no one would understand how she felt. Harry purposely stayed away from Ginny as much as possible, and he never wrote back to her letters. He made her feel so insignificant, like she was nothing but a foolish school girl with a crush.
Or maybe that was what she was. No, her heart had blossomed to form something that not even a fully grown and aged person could have felt in all their life.
She was shy, but how could she of helped it? She had tried to change, oh how she had tried. But nothing could have given her the courage to talk to him and tell him what she so dearly wanted to say.
The year he had begun to date Hermione had crushed Ginny. Hermione knew that Ginny loved Harry, but she went to Harry anyways. Course Ginny couldn't blame her, it wasn't fair to her...she loved Harry too. At least she had the courage to tell him.
Ginny had cursed herself since then because she was too scared to speak up. Maybe if she had been more flirtatious, instead of school-girl-with-a-crush like.
No, she thought, that still wouldn't have done it. Harry just didn't like her.
The year that Harry proposed to Hermione stung like a hot iron on her heart. Why did this girl get to spend the rest of her life with the man that Ginny loved? It was because life was cruel and because of it Ginny was not allowed what her heart desired.
She had come to accept that as a fact.
The hot water poured hot and steamy down on her skin as she massaged the shampoo through her hair. She had become quite beautiful, at least that was what people tended to tell her.
Her milky white skin was lightly freckled and smooth. Her eyes a deep mysterious blue that seemed to put a stop in time. Her most luxurious feature, however, was her long straight fire red hair. It was the pride of her family, and she was proud enough to inherit it.
People had also always told her that the red hair and freckled skin was all she inherited from her family. She had neither a long nose nor lanky body or any of the traits that Weasleys seemed to be known for.
Ginny had a body that models strove for. She worked out as often as she could, keeping up with fads and such. She did it only for herself, just so that she could feel that she was beautiful. That, beyond all things now, meant something to her.
It wasn't that she was self involved, far from it if anything. She had been hurt in the past dozens of times because of her looks or her age, but now that she was in her twenties and exceedingly beautiful, she felt she was showing them something.
Ginny felt that she was showing the world that the shy girl they had shunned was no longer afraid. She was back and her inner beauty was shining.
But why didn't she feel better? This question always lurked in her mind whenever she went outside or went to work in the morning. Why was there a void in her heart?
She knew a simple explanation for it: she had had her heart broken by the only guy she ever thought she could love. But that had been so long ago, so why now?
She had given up on love, shying away from it completely. It's not like she hadn't had a few boyfriends or a few casual dates that led to a night of nice sex, but she kept herself from falling in love.
Being hurt when it's a casual boyfriend is one thing, but being hurt when your head over heels for someone can tear you apart.
Wringing out her hair, Ginny stepped carefully out of the shower, grabbing the soft white towel on the counter. She dried herself off and wrapped it around her, stepping out of the heated bathroom into her cool bedroom.
The sun was still shining brightly into the open window, and outside in the trees she could hear birds singing to the early spring morning. Spring had always been her favorite time of year. She never knew why, but it seemed like good things came in the spring.
A time of refreshment, of new beginnings. Also, it was the time when she got her annual pay raise.
Ginny had been working for the Ministry of Magic as a job secretary for years now. Her father had gotten her a job as a phone secretary for one of the men in his office right after her graduation but she had found herself moving steadily up the line until she was at a high paying job that suited her well.
Being the job secretary, she was the person people who wanted to work for the Ministry came to fill out the papers and be interviewed. It was easy and comfortable, and Ginny had found herself living in a nice flat in London that suited her perfectly.
It was one bedroom two bath, but held a comfortable kitchen and loft for a computer and desk.
Ginny walked to her closet and opened the sliding door that held a full length mirror. Shirts and dresses hung neatly from hangers and pants sat neatly folded on shelves.
She pulled out a black kneelength skirt and light yellow nylon shirt. Pulling them on, she threw on a matching black dress jacket and walked back to the bathroom.
After she'd dried her hair and put on her makeup, Ginny looked at the clock. 8 am. Shit, she thought. She had to get going. She hurried out into the kitchen and grabbed a water bottle out of the fridge.
"Well, guess I should go." she said, sighing heavily. Ginny began to think of her office and felt a rush of wind. She opened her eyes and she was in her office. Apparating was very useful.
"Good morning Miss. Weasley."
"Good morning, Helen." Ginny said, smiling at the short stout woman standing in the doorway of her office.
"Here are your messages and your coffee, oh and I wanted to remind you of the meeting that Mansfield's having today."
"Okay thanks," Ginny said, taking the coffee and paper of messages out of the hands of the woman before she turned and walked away.
Ginny took a sip of the coffee and sat down at her desk, reading her messages. A knock at her door sent her gazing up, a bit annoyed.
She didn't recognize him at first. His white blonde hair had grown long and was tied back in a loose ponytail. His steel gray eyes held less malice than they used to, and his appearance seemed less uptight and spoiled.
She felt lost for words. He didn't seem to recognize her, because he walked in casually and smiled at her, eyeing her slightly.
"Good morning, I'm here for my interview." He said.
Ginny sat in her chair, her brain on blank as she sat staring at him. "Oh...oh wow okay...let me see your paperwork." she said, smiling weakly, trying not to make eye contact with him.
"Would you like an introduction?" he said, a hint of disappointment in his voice as if he wanted to know who this beautiful woman was in front of him.
"I don't think we need an introduction, Draco." Ginny said, looking up at him now as she took his papers out of his hand.
Draco stopped for a moment, looking at her as if trying to fish through his mind for who she was. His eyes went large as it came to him.
No...it couldn't be...Ginny Weasley? Draco thought, his heart beating a little bit faster. Who would've thought she'd be so beautiful, he thought to himself, a grin falling upon his handsome face.
"Well well well...the youngest of the Weasleys, I didn't recognize you. You look nothing like your parents, only your hair gives you away." he said, taking a seat across from her at the desk.
"Let's just get this over with so we can get as far away from each other as possible again." Ginny said, sneering at Draco even though the sneer didn't reach her surprised eyes.
"Why so full of anger right now, Weasley?" Draco said, his eyebrows shifting up suggestively.
"You should really show me some respect, Draco, seeing as to how I am what stands between you and a job." Ginny said, looking at Draco again, smiling almost evilly.
Draco, seeming to think it would be a good idea to listen to what his possible new employer was saying, cleared his throat and began to tell her why he wanted the job as if they had no past together at all.
"I have been interested in this job for quite some time now, the Department of Experimental Charms has offered a position, as I'm sure your well aware of, for someone who has had practice in Charms. Well, seeing as to how I majored in Charms in college and graduated top of my class, I was hoping I would be able to fill the position."
"Your resume is very impressive, Malfoy. You're about the 20th person to apply but from the looks of it you are the best I've seen..." Ginny began to think to herself. If I offer him a job, then he will be part of the ministry, meaning that I will have to look at that spoiled, yet surprisingly handsome, face everyday...nothing would have changed from when we were younger, why would it? If I employed him, I'd be stuck with him because I can't fire him, he's not my employee.
Draco must have noticed her thinking about this, because he moved his hand out in front of her.
"If you hire me, then we will start a new relationship. We can leave all of our past behind us, what do you think?"
Ginny looked at his hand uncertainly for a moment, then stood up and grabbed it, shaking it lightly.
"Deal."
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