Cry
A/N: It's been a while since I wrote a
songfic, and I just got Mandy Moore's new CD, so I couldn't resist. It's such a
perfect song to look deeper into Draco's inner feelings, since so many fics show
Him-Who-Doesn't-Cry. And we need someone to see him cry, so being the avid D/G
shipper I am, I'll bring in Ginny.
Disclaimer: Draco and Ginny and any Hogwarts
related things belong to J. K. Rowling. And she belongs to herself. The song
Cry belongs to Mandy Moore and is from her new CD.
Cry – Mandy Moore
Ginny walked on
the grounds of Hogwarts. She had just been visiting Hagrid at his hut, but had
decided it was time to leave when he offered her some of his homemade rock
cakes.
She strolled
leisurely alone the edge of the Forbidden Forest, looking at the sky. It was a
rather gloomy day, the sky dark and gray. But she didn't mind. It was nice to
be out in the open for once.
The outline of
a person caught her eye.
It was Draco
Malfoy.
He was sitting
on the ground, leaning against a large sycamore tree by the forest. His eyes
closed, silver hair falling across his face, a piece of parchment dangling from
a hand that was draped over his knees.
He was a
picture of perfection. A picture of malicious perfection perhaps, a picture of
dangerous perfection maybe, but still, always, a picture of perfection.
His eyes
snapped open. The cold gray orbs pierced the silent stifling air around them.
Had he seen
her?
She didn't want
to be teased by him. She wasn't in the mood to be jeered at. But no sharp
remark came.
So she
continued watching him.
She had never
seen him alone before. He was never without Crabbe and Goyle; most times Pansy
Parkinson was close by.
He looked
lonely, she mused. He was lonely. No one understood him. No one was close
enough to try to know him. He was alone.
And he was
crying.
The thought
startled her. And yet, it was true. Draco Malfoy was crying.
It wasn't
desperate sobs of air. It wasn't shaking
with emotion. It wasn't gasping for breath. It wasn't crying like most cried.
But it was a call for help. It was a last, silent, wanting cry for help.
She felt as if
time stood still. She wanted to run away, but couldn't. She wanted to go up to
him, but couldn't. She wanted to cry for him, but couldn't.
He wanted love.
And she wanted
to love him.
I'll always remember
It was late afternoon
It lasted forever
And ended too soon
You were all by yourself
Staring up at a dark gray sky
I was changed
They were
alone. No one would find them. It was just the two of them. Draco Malfoy and
Ginny Weasley. They were alone.
Yes, they were
alone.
He had no one.
He had no one to console him, to hold him in soothing arms, to whisper
comforting words in his ears.
She wanted to
console him, to hold him in soothing arms, to whisper comforting words in his
ears.
But she
couldn't.
She saw
everything in that silent moment.
All the pain he
hid with jeering words. All the sadness he covered with sneering. All the want
he buried with mocking others.
He said he was
better.
She saw he knew
he was worse.
She saw
everything.
The moment she
saw him cry.
In places no one would find
All your feelings so deep inside
It was then that I realized
That forever was in your eyes
The moment I saw you cry
School had just
started. What had happened to him in the holidays?
When others
embraced family and friends, he had been hurting. Alone.
When others
smiled and laughed, he had been in misery. Forsaken.
He was Draco
Malfoy.
He was cold. He
was ice. He was stone.
He was needy.
He was abandoned. He was breaking. He was broken.
He was Draco
Malfoy.
And she was
Ginny Weasley.
And she wanted
to heal him.
It was late in September
And I've seen you before
You were always the cold one
But I was never that sure
You were all by yourself
Staring at a dark gray sky
I was changed
He was crying.
Draco Malfoy
was crying.
And she was
crying for him.
She would never
be the same.
She was
changed.
Because he
cried.
She looked in
his eyes.
And she cried.
In places no one would find
All your feelings so deep inside
It was then that I realized
That forever was in your eyes
The moment I saw you cry
He needed
someone. She was there.
He cried for some
one. She cried for him.
He saw her. And
she saw him.
She went to
him. He saw her come.
She sat by him.
But he said nothing. She held his hand; he did nothing.
She looked at
him. He looked back.
She took him in
her arms.
And he let her.
I wanted to hold you
I wanted to make it go away
I wanted to know you
I wanted to make your everything, all right....
It was dark. It
was gray. It was afternoon. The sky was gloomy.
And she held
him.
I'll always remember...
It was late afternoon...
He was ice. She
was fire.
That afternoon,
fire met ice.
That afternoon,
fire melted ice.
Ice cried, and
fire cried for ice.
In places no one would find
All your feelings so deep inside
It was then that I realized
That forever was in your eyes
The moment I saw you cry
He was Draco
Malfoy, and she was Ginny Weasley.
He cried, and she
cried for him.
She held him.
And she loved
him.
~*~*~*~*~
A/N: That was... different. But I liked it.
I might write a companion piece one day. Maybe in Draco's POV and maybe a piece
that explains more about this, about what exactly happened. One that looks
deeper in. Maybe. Please review. I need to know how you felt about this.
