Hello my lovely chaps. This isn't a real story, so it shall not hinder my other works in progress; this is just a collection of song fics that I wrote. For the most part, they will be Ginny/Draco, but there might be some other ships thrown in there. I got this idea from Nikki Flinn who wrote Songs for a rainy day, you can go to my account page and she's in my favorite authors if you want to check it out.

Its gonna start out pretty heavy but there will be cute fluff too, so don't despair!

Actual song lyrics will be in bold. At any rate, here we go with the first one.

The Lost, The Lucky (A day at the Fair)

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There was no reason why he should be thinking of her now.

Your heart stopped

And I still think of

Where you've been

And where you've gone

Nothing had even specifically reminded him of her, his thoughts just strayed to her, still, after all this time, she was still his default.

I'll be missing you for way too long

He sat down with a sigh at his desk, giving his thoughts free reign. He had thought that his leaving would bring her to her senses.

Cause I took chances on your sympathy

And lost the auction when

I bid the lost and the lucky

His head began to ache. How he wished he could take it all back, to start over with her!

I can't erase what I can't change

But the guilt still hurts the same

I know I could've saved you in the end

His mind whirled back to how everything had played out. He had thought that if he had left, everything would get better. He hadn't even said goodbye; he was leaving to find a way to make their lives better.

I skipped town without the last of words

The last of what I left

He couldn't get away from her drugs, he thought if he left, she would realize how fucked up they had become. And then he would return with a way out, ready for her to escape with him.

'You chose drugs,' he thought. 'You chose and ending.' But she would be okay. Maybe. He would come back for her . . . but she couldn't recover with him around so he had to leave . . . right? He couldn't go back to her until he had something to offer her.

He remembered the phone call. His secretary rushed in when she heard a loud noise. He had thrown the chair at the wall and he sat on the floor clutching his head.

"Mr . . . Mr. Malfoy? I-is everything okay?"

"No. No it's not," he had stated. Then he left the room.

Her funeral was held at her parents' house. Draco had lingered after nearly everyone had left and walked to the casket at the front. Her family shot daggers at him. What business had he with their perfect daughter?

A closed up casket shows me that you'd hide the girl you used to be

"You didn't have to do this, you could have been yourself again . . . so strong and so forgiving."

Draco's mind returned to the present in his office where he sat. His eyes began to leak tears.

"I can still hear you voice on my machine," he mumbled to himself. "Asking if the bigger picture is all it seems . . . I wish I would have answered. I wish I would have told you I loved you then, I wish I had saved you," he choked out. "I could have saved you."

You killed yourself for what you could have been

While I was building a life to bring us back again

His tears flowed steadily down his face now as he remembered his mistakes. His secretary buzzed in and he told her to hold all of his calls.

'You're gone,' he thought sadly. 'Now I can't say I'm sorry, it's too late.'

He had it all now; a job with the ministry, a house for them to live in, away from temptation, where they could live in peace.

I'm holding all the answers to all our dreams

But it wasn't worth shit now. I was all ash without her . . . he should have done more . . . but he had been so afraid.

Now I'm waiting, silent

As I think of what regret now means

It had all been for her.

For the girl, lost and lucky

He had left for her. Not a day went by that he hadn't thought about her since he had left.

You know I still thought of you

And where your life had gone

She was the only girl he had ever loved; he would never get over her.

This will leave a mark for way too long

Even now, years after her death, he still cried for her.

And every bone that aches remembers you

He still remembered what they had been like before the drugs had taken over. How they would laugh and play, how they could sit for hours just talking, how phenomenal their lovemaking had been; she had the body of a goddess

Remembers who you were

He was a shell without her; she had been his other half.

You're the loss that I am living

I feel the world around me change

He needed to see her. He told his secretary he would be gone the rest of the day. He went to when they had once lived, so happy together. He strolled through the park they had loved to walk through.

Coming back to this street looked the same

He kicked rocks angrily with his feet as he walked. So many regrets.

I know we could have changed this in the end

If she had only waited for him, they could have changed the ending. He found himself only a little while later in front of her tombstone. He tried not to cry as he spoke to her.

"Now I can't say I'm sorry, Its too late," he stopped and sighed. "I'm holding all the answers to all our dreams, but you're not here to share them with me. Now I'm waiting, silent, as I think of what regret now means."

For the girl, lost and lucky

He couldn't see through the tears falling out of his eyes and his voice caught in his throat as he talked.

"Every promise that I didn't make, I wish I did. Every word I thought . . . I could have said before I left. And every promise that I didn't make, I wish I did. Every word that kept me holding you until these words forgave me, loving you until your life can say that now." Draco looked up at they sky. "Merlin, Ginevra . . . Angel, I'm sorry, I know it's too late, even though I'm holding all the answers to all our dreams. Now I'm waiting, silent, as I think of what regret now means."

Draco stopped talking. He sniffled and wiped his eyes. He shoved his hands in his pockets and kicked his foot around.

"I miss you," he whispered. And the turned and walked away; there was nothing he could do

For the girl, lost and lucky.