Understanding.
Hi. I had this idea, and I'm thinking about posting it as a mini series, but I thought I'd put the idea forward as a small fic. If I get reviews, it turns into a series. If I get less than five, it'll stay as it is( Also I would like you to keep in mind that I'm terrible at spelling and grammar, and haven't had this beta read. If anyone would like to volunteer, feel free
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy, or Harry Potter. I'm just playing with them; you'll get them back in mint condition, pwomise.
Pairing: Willow/ Draco
Summary: Set when willow was in England, and about 3 years after seventh year of HP. Two strangers come to an understanding.
Draco was enraged. Not only had he had the day from hell, what with potter rubbing yet another promotion in his face, but just as he was looking forward to going to his place, where he could look over fields for miles and miles, someone had spit in has face as he walked through the streets of London after emerging from the ministry. It was definitely a wizard, the accompanying words of "malfoy scum" confirming this. He didn't see them. He didn't retaliate. He just felt like crap. "Dammit"
No body seemed to understand that he wasn't his parents. So he'd killed. He wasn't proud of his actions. People had forgiven him, Dumbledore trusted him. Hell even weasley smiled at him occasionally! But it still hurt like hell when he was reminded that he didn't deserve any of that. No forgiveness. No smiles. No trust. None of it. He could still hear the screams of his first muggle kill. They woke him up at night, sweat sticking the bedclothes to his body like bandages on a mummy. Taking a deep breath he apparated to his quiet place. On top of a high hill in the south of England, this was where Draco came to think when he wanted to cool off. It was better than taunting potter and getting fired. He could do that now. Joy... Opening his eyes, he was startled. Someone was sitting at his place! A red haired female someone... if Ginny had followed him he was going to... But this wasn't Ginny, this was someone else. Someone much more powerful. That someone was sad. And he had no idea how he knew this, but this person was wracked with guilt. Sitting down next the now startled girl, he spoke. "I understand exactly how you feel." The red head spin around to face him, and was about to protest when she looked into his eyes. She nodded in recognition, shuffled closer to him, and as he put his arm around her she burst into tears. "You understand."
Hi. I had this idea, and I'm thinking about posting it as a mini series, but I thought I'd put the idea forward as a small fic. If I get reviews, it turns into a series. If I get less than five, it'll stay as it is( Also I would like you to keep in mind that I'm terrible at spelling and grammar, and haven't had this beta read. If anyone would like to volunteer, feel free
Disclaimer: I don't own Buffy, or Harry Potter. I'm just playing with them; you'll get them back in mint condition, pwomise.
Pairing: Willow/ Draco
Summary: Set when willow was in England, and about 3 years after seventh year of HP. Two strangers come to an understanding.
Draco was enraged. Not only had he had the day from hell, what with potter rubbing yet another promotion in his face, but just as he was looking forward to going to his place, where he could look over fields for miles and miles, someone had spit in has face as he walked through the streets of London after emerging from the ministry. It was definitely a wizard, the accompanying words of "malfoy scum" confirming this. He didn't see them. He didn't retaliate. He just felt like crap. "Dammit"
No body seemed to understand that he wasn't his parents. So he'd killed. He wasn't proud of his actions. People had forgiven him, Dumbledore trusted him. Hell even weasley smiled at him occasionally! But it still hurt like hell when he was reminded that he didn't deserve any of that. No forgiveness. No smiles. No trust. None of it. He could still hear the screams of his first muggle kill. They woke him up at night, sweat sticking the bedclothes to his body like bandages on a mummy. Taking a deep breath he apparated to his quiet place. On top of a high hill in the south of England, this was where Draco came to think when he wanted to cool off. It was better than taunting potter and getting fired. He could do that now. Joy... Opening his eyes, he was startled. Someone was sitting at his place! A red haired female someone... if Ginny had followed him he was going to... But this wasn't Ginny, this was someone else. Someone much more powerful. That someone was sad. And he had no idea how he knew this, but this person was wracked with guilt. Sitting down next the now startled girl, he spoke. "I understand exactly how you feel." The red head spin around to face him, and was about to protest when she looked into his eyes. She nodded in recognition, shuffled closer to him, and as he put his arm around her she burst into tears. "You understand."
