When you're holding on
With one hand
And want to let go
Yet don't understand
How you know
Your life is useless
You cannot
Use this
Nothing can make
It better
Nothing has changed
Forever
It's the same
But that doesn't matter
You loose control
Emotions running high
Your bodies confused
Only then do you cry
You're not capable
Of handling
All the emotion
Doesn't matter if
You're happy or sad
You know when you open
Your eyes
Those droplets of water
They fall onto your face
Blinding your sights
But you don't care
There is only you
And this emotion
A title wave of feeling
Over ruling everything
Else
Your body is confused
And so you weep
Tears of frustration
Pour down your cheeks
Some find it a weakness
Others a release
Some don't even think
About what it could mean
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It hurt to cry, to move, to think. Her whole being ached so badly and she was running out of
tears. Why doesn't he love her? She'd give him her very life if it meant, that for one moment,
he would look at her like that...for one split second it would be his desire to have her by
his side. Ginny hugged her knees, her head bowed, and cried some more.
In all honestly, the boy behind her just found her to be more annoying then when she was talking.
"Are you going to stop any time soon? Some of us come out here for the peace and quiet you know."
Ginny twisted her body around, startled, then just as annoyed as he when she found out who it was.
"Oh, it's just /you/"
He gave a wolfish grin, "Yes, /just me/."
But then put on a serious expression as he studied her face, and sat down beside her under the tree.
"So what did he do this time?"
She turned to glare at him, "I don't know whom your speaking about Malfoy, mind your own
bloody business, damn prat."
He raised his eyebrows, bulls eye.
"So, it is Potter. I wasn't sure before, but now I know I am correct." He shifted a bit, trying
to get comfortable. Then frowned, as he couldn't. He looked over to her irritated to find she
looked just fine, not the least bit bothered by the hard ground.
"Leave it to a weasel to find the dirty ground comfortable." he muttered.
"You don't have to be here you know." She sniffed a bit, trying not to cry any more now that she
had an audience, "why don't you go back inside and beg some one to shag you. That should keep
you busy for, what, the next 4 minutes?" Her own comment made her smile a bit. Yet it left him
scowling, with a slight blush on his cheeks.
"Shut your mouth you little rat, at least I don't go playing shadow with some one who will never
notice me." He suddenly gave her an appraising look, "Although, if you offer to give him sex he
/might/ pay attention to. Probably saying Granger's name all the way through it...but attention
none the less."
After it came out of his mouth, he wished he hadn't of said it. Not because of her, no he had a
bit of satisfaction knowing she truly looked hurt......but the pictures....the /horrible/ pictures!
He was so lost in though, he didn't even know she'd pounced on him till his lower back hit a
knurled root of the old tree. She started to hit him anywhere she could.
"Damn you Malfoy, damn you. You don't know anything, you hear me, you don't know any God Damned
Thing!"
He was trying not to laugh, it was so pitiful, really. He could have picked her up and thrown
her...but then again, being this close to any female body was nice. Now if only she would stop
trying to kill him....
He grabbed her arms with one hand, and pressed her to him with another. Ahhh, perfect.
"Let me go! I hate you!" All of this was up-setting her, everything that he'd said, and what he
was doing. She broke down again, stopped struggling, and cried harder than before.
Draco was frankly disturbed by this. Was she that unstable or something?
"Ok, ok. Weasely, stop crying! Its...unnerving...."
She looked at him, eyes still watering. He reached up and wiped away her tears with his thumb.
Well, /that/ shut her up quick.
It was deadly quiet, and an awkward moment for both. He was so desperate to break the silence he
said the first thing that came to mind.
"You shouldn't waste your tears on him you know." Draco mentally slapped him self, 'great going
self, could you have said anything else so incredibly fake?'
But she was looking at him in interest now. 'I wonder what he means by that..' But after
re-playing what he'd had to say over in her mind, she decided it was an insult(!)
Narrowing her eyes she asked, "What do you mean /wasted/?! I think loving some one so much,
and not have them even look at you is a damn good reason to cry!"
Speaking of crying, it looked like she was about to, /again/. He guessed he should at least
explain him self, so he rolled over onto his side gently placing her on the ground next to him,
they were facing each other, his arm still wrapped around her.
She didn't seem to notice his arm though, or just didn't mind it.
"Before my mother......died she used to tell me that tears are a beautiful thing. A gift, that
shouldn't be given lightly. That tears weren't meant only to be sad, it's just that when we
experience an emotion so strongly, so...pure our bodies just loose control, and only know one
thing to do. What it means to cry is that you are a passionate person, some one who could give
their heart and soul to one who would be grateful for it..."
His voice kind of drifted off as he looked at her, it was like time stood still. He had her
full attention, hanging off his every word, and no more tears escaped her eyes.
Draco cleared his throat uncomfortably, shifted, and looked away.
"That's beautiful Draco, it's simply....beautiful." Her voice was filled with something close
to awe. But the moment was ruined when she next said, "Ha! Who knew Draco Malfoy could be deep?"
But he actually smiled, a real smile, and looked amused. "I actually think she said it because
I never cried as a child." chuckling a bit he added, "Even when i was 8 years old and I had broke
my arm, I kind of just looked at it and said 'My arm hurts'."
By now she to was laughing. But he grew serious for a moment.
"Just...My point is...don't waste such precious things on him, tears are a gift, why give them to
him when he could never appreciate it." He gave her a swift short kiss on the forehead, got up
and walked off. Ginny stared after him, open mouthed and blushing.
And she knew...that after this day she would still be crying...but giving her tears to a different
boy, because they to, could never be.
(A/N): Eh, I'm not sure if my 'Fluff Talent" is as good as my "Angst Talent" (if i have any, that is)
But I had to type this out. *shrugs*
With one hand
And want to let go
Yet don't understand
How you know
Your life is useless
You cannot
Use this
Nothing can make
It better
Nothing has changed
Forever
It's the same
But that doesn't matter
You loose control
Emotions running high
Your bodies confused
Only then do you cry
You're not capable
Of handling
All the emotion
Doesn't matter if
You're happy or sad
You know when you open
Your eyes
Those droplets of water
They fall onto your face
Blinding your sights
But you don't care
There is only you
And this emotion
A title wave of feeling
Over ruling everything
Else
Your body is confused
And so you weep
Tears of frustration
Pour down your cheeks
Some find it a weakness
Others a release
Some don't even think
About what it could mean
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It hurt to cry, to move, to think. Her whole being ached so badly and she was running out of
tears. Why doesn't he love her? She'd give him her very life if it meant, that for one moment,
he would look at her like that...for one split second it would be his desire to have her by
his side. Ginny hugged her knees, her head bowed, and cried some more.
In all honestly, the boy behind her just found her to be more annoying then when she was talking.
"Are you going to stop any time soon? Some of us come out here for the peace and quiet you know."
Ginny twisted her body around, startled, then just as annoyed as he when she found out who it was.
"Oh, it's just /you/"
He gave a wolfish grin, "Yes, /just me/."
But then put on a serious expression as he studied her face, and sat down beside her under the tree.
"So what did he do this time?"
She turned to glare at him, "I don't know whom your speaking about Malfoy, mind your own
bloody business, damn prat."
He raised his eyebrows, bulls eye.
"So, it is Potter. I wasn't sure before, but now I know I am correct." He shifted a bit, trying
to get comfortable. Then frowned, as he couldn't. He looked over to her irritated to find she
looked just fine, not the least bit bothered by the hard ground.
"Leave it to a weasel to find the dirty ground comfortable." he muttered.
"You don't have to be here you know." She sniffed a bit, trying not to cry any more now that she
had an audience, "why don't you go back inside and beg some one to shag you. That should keep
you busy for, what, the next 4 minutes?" Her own comment made her smile a bit. Yet it left him
scowling, with a slight blush on his cheeks.
"Shut your mouth you little rat, at least I don't go playing shadow with some one who will never
notice me." He suddenly gave her an appraising look, "Although, if you offer to give him sex he
/might/ pay attention to. Probably saying Granger's name all the way through it...but attention
none the less."
After it came out of his mouth, he wished he hadn't of said it. Not because of her, no he had a
bit of satisfaction knowing she truly looked hurt......but the pictures....the /horrible/ pictures!
He was so lost in though, he didn't even know she'd pounced on him till his lower back hit a
knurled root of the old tree. She started to hit him anywhere she could.
"Damn you Malfoy, damn you. You don't know anything, you hear me, you don't know any God Damned
Thing!"
He was trying not to laugh, it was so pitiful, really. He could have picked her up and thrown
her...but then again, being this close to any female body was nice. Now if only she would stop
trying to kill him....
He grabbed her arms with one hand, and pressed her to him with another. Ahhh, perfect.
"Let me go! I hate you!" All of this was up-setting her, everything that he'd said, and what he
was doing. She broke down again, stopped struggling, and cried harder than before.
Draco was frankly disturbed by this. Was she that unstable or something?
"Ok, ok. Weasely, stop crying! Its...unnerving...."
She looked at him, eyes still watering. He reached up and wiped away her tears with his thumb.
Well, /that/ shut her up quick.
It was deadly quiet, and an awkward moment for both. He was so desperate to break the silence he
said the first thing that came to mind.
"You shouldn't waste your tears on him you know." Draco mentally slapped him self, 'great going
self, could you have said anything else so incredibly fake?'
But she was looking at him in interest now. 'I wonder what he means by that..' But after
re-playing what he'd had to say over in her mind, she decided it was an insult(!)
Narrowing her eyes she asked, "What do you mean /wasted/?! I think loving some one so much,
and not have them even look at you is a damn good reason to cry!"
Speaking of crying, it looked like she was about to, /again/. He guessed he should at least
explain him self, so he rolled over onto his side gently placing her on the ground next to him,
they were facing each other, his arm still wrapped around her.
She didn't seem to notice his arm though, or just didn't mind it.
"Before my mother......died she used to tell me that tears are a beautiful thing. A gift, that
shouldn't be given lightly. That tears weren't meant only to be sad, it's just that when we
experience an emotion so strongly, so...pure our bodies just loose control, and only know one
thing to do. What it means to cry is that you are a passionate person, some one who could give
their heart and soul to one who would be grateful for it..."
His voice kind of drifted off as he looked at her, it was like time stood still. He had her
full attention, hanging off his every word, and no more tears escaped her eyes.
Draco cleared his throat uncomfortably, shifted, and looked away.
"That's beautiful Draco, it's simply....beautiful." Her voice was filled with something close
to awe. But the moment was ruined when she next said, "Ha! Who knew Draco Malfoy could be deep?"
But he actually smiled, a real smile, and looked amused. "I actually think she said it because
I never cried as a child." chuckling a bit he added, "Even when i was 8 years old and I had broke
my arm, I kind of just looked at it and said 'My arm hurts'."
By now she to was laughing. But he grew serious for a moment.
"Just...My point is...don't waste such precious things on him, tears are a gift, why give them to
him when he could never appreciate it." He gave her a swift short kiss on the forehead, got up
and walked off. Ginny stared after him, open mouthed and blushing.
And she knew...that after this day she would still be crying...but giving her tears to a different
boy, because they to, could never be.
(A/N): Eh, I'm not sure if my 'Fluff Talent" is as good as my "Angst Talent" (if i have any, that is)
But I had to type this out. *shrugs*