1952 Vincent Black Lightning
A/N: Just some drivel inspired by Richard Thompson's 1952 Vincent Black Lightning. Be warned; it's not a happy fic. Draco/Ginny.
Ginny thought the bike was beautiful. Plain black with helmets and jackets to match, yes, it was beautiful. She loved that bike nearly as much as she loved the rider.
Draco thought Ginny was beautiful. Red hair and dark eyes, white-white skin. Black leather motorcycle jackets were made for girls like her.
He'd take her for rides, parade her all over town, for she was as much his property as the bike. She was proud to belong to him, proud to be up on the seat, red hair and black leather.
But Draco was not a good man. More than the bad-boy bully he had been in school, he was getting in trouble with the law. One day he slipped a ring on Ginny's right hand and warned her: "I'll tell you in earnest I'm a dangerous man, I've fought the law since I was 17. Now I'm 21 years, I might make 22. Now, I don't mind dying, but for the love of you. And if faith breaks my stride, I'll give you my Vincent to ride."
Those words panicked Ginny. Draco wouldn't die, it couldn't happen. They would live forever together, with his Vincent Black Lighting.
One day he went off and he didn't return for a long while. When she went out to search for him, a wizard stopped her on the street and said, "They've taken young Draco a-die for armed robbery, shotgun blast hit his chest and left nothing inside. Come down, Ginny, to his dying bedside." Horrified, she rushed to St. Mungo's, where Draco lay dying. When she got there, he was nearly gone, but he smiled, seeing her tears, and said, "I'll give you my Vincent to ride." She sat down beside him, tears filling her eyes, and he was strong for her. "In my opinion," he said, "there's nothing in this world that beats a 52 Vincent and a red-headed girl." He reached for her hand, stroked it, feeling it's pale warmth, and then slipped her the keys. And when he did, he whispered, "I've got no further use for these. I see angels and ariels in leather and chrome, swooping down from heaven to carry me home." With that, he took one last breath, gave her one last kiss, smiled for her one more time, then died, leaving her his Vincent to ride.
A/N 2: It's not particularly long... But I like it. Incorporates the lyrics, which can be found here: http:threebeansalad.hipot-ok.net/musik.html