Disclaimer:
If it were mine, I'd be the richest woman in Britain. (And, for all you slow folks out there, I'm not.)Author's Note:
Normally, Hogwarts!D/G does nothing for me. As you can see, that's changed, but just for the moment. I think. I hope. And I realize I'm taking eight thousand years on chapter three of SK, but it's being such a little *bitch* to write, even though it shouldn't be. Anyway, back to this fic – it's not very good, written on a whim, and better yet, it's un-betaed, because I'm too lazy to get a beta on such a short fic. Hooray.Clandestine
Draco/Ginny
Summary
: Neither of them could remember how it started; neither of them could imagine it ending. They simply were, it simply was.I don't know why I'm still afraid,
If you weren't real
I would make you up
.–Joseph Arthur
They came together in a tangle of arms and tongues, wrinkling impeccably ironed trousers and mussing already mussed red curls.
They came together in darkness, always in the dark, as if their want for each other could be suppressed by the darkness, as if it wasn't real in the dark.
And though it was, they pretended it wasn't, even though gray eyes sometimes followed red about the great hall and she sometimes looked back. Even though brown eyes sometimes found themselves watching the blond seeker instead of the dark one. It wasn't real because it couldn't be, it simply couldn't.
Neither of them could remember how it started; neither of them could imagine it ending. They simply were, it simply was.
It was always the same. They walked to the spot, the same spot, thinking the same things, every time.
We can't do this anymore,
he whispered.We have to do this,
she whispered back, and kissed him.He kissed her back.
Fin.