Author's Note: Written for…
Fanfic Dominoes Game Challenge. Prompt: Ginny/Draco
OTP Competition. one of my OTPs: Ginny/Draco
The Album Challenge. Album: The Trews, self-titled album
Open Category Competition 2: Category: Het
Rise in the Wake
She was always there whenever he least expected it.
She had the nerve to stand up to him the day they met, all those years ago in Flourish and Blotts. She'd never stopped putting him in his place ever since, whether it be hexing him in the corridors between glasses, or beating him on the pitch.
It goes without saying that, when he made the biggest, most idiotic mistake of his life, he expected her to be the first person to rub it in his face. But she never did, and he was grateful. They were done fighting.
Two years went by before he saw her again.
She was read the Prophet's sports page over a half-eaten plate of French toast. It was his first day back in the country since the war and he couldn't take his eyes off her. He was mesmerized by her electric blue nails tapping against her coffee mug, and the way her flaming hair fell in curls down her back.
He was positive she didn't notice him watching, until she stopped at his table on her way out and took the seat across from him.
"Something I can help you with, Mr. Malfoy?" She was smiling as she said it, and he didn't feel nearly as defensive as he used to when he dealt with her.
"Um, no. Sorry. I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ruin your breakfast."
"Oh, you didn't." She leaned forward, making eye contact with him. "I haven't seen you in a while."
"I've been away."
"And now you're back?"
"Mother's ill. I'm just visiting."
She nodded, getting up from the chair and slinging her bag over her shoulder. "I'm here every morning, and most nights. Maybe we'll run into each other again before you leave."
He stood and shook her hand. "I'd like that."