Holmes: gold
Book Club, Greta: monster, Ginny, scars
Attic, Human Centipede: connection
Showtime, Hitting on All Sevens: library
Lyric Alley: I want you to notice
Audio, Thriller: fanon pairing
Guess the Name, Hayden: Ginny
Pizza, Shaped Crust: sky blue
Gris-Gris: Ginny
Word Count: 368
"I've been looking everywhere for you."
Ginny barely even glances up when she hears the familiar voice. Her attention is fixed upon the tattered remains of the book in her hands—burgundy with a gold spine, burned and ruined the war, much like everything and everyone else.
"Gin?"
She finally looks at Draco, and it just hurts so damn bad.
She hadn't expected to grow close to him, but it had been inevitable. They had both been pawns in a monster's terrible game. They've both been broken down and twisted.
Now, that connection is gone. There shouldn't be anything keeping them together, and Draco should be off, trying to pick up his own pieces. Instead, he stands before her. He's been looking for her.
"Everything will be okay," he tells her, and she wonders how he can say it so confidently, how he can still have faith in the world.
Without responding, she glances around the ruins of the library. It had once been her favorite place to hide away. Now, there is nothing safe about it. War really has destroyed everything.
"I'm sorry about—"
Before he can say it—she doesn't want to hear it, doesn't want to hear it, doesn't want anyone's pity—she turns, gripping his face gently in her hands and kissing him.
"Didn't think you would want to do that," Draco says, pale cheeks flushing a dusty pink, "since Potter is back, and all."
"Harry hasn't been what I've wanted for a while," she answers with a shrug before continuing her walk among the overturned shelves.
"Why me?" he asks, pausing to nudge a sky blue book to the side.
Ginny doesn't have an answer. She's always wanted someone to notice her the way Draco has, to care for her. Now that she has that, she can't even appreciate it properly. The world is falling apart and she is still afraid.
"Do you think the scars will ever heal?" she asks.
He moves to her side, gently taking her hand in his. "I think so," he says, offering her hand a reassuring squeeze. "It will just take time."
She doesn't know if that's true or if she believes it. But it's enough to give her hope.