.
He loved her…at least at one time he was absolutely sure that he loved her. But now…she was a memory. A victim of the war like many, but she was special. The fact that she was used once before in her first year, and then for a final time by the Dark Lord in the Last Battle with Harry Potter was what had made her special. Though her image stuck out in his mind for other reasons.
But you can't be a hero every time, now can you? Apparently so as her lifeless body hit the ground after being thrown aside. Her red hair spread out on the ground and the rust color red mixed with the red of her blood. He could still remember the feel of it as he ran his hands through her hair, rocking back and forth holding her body and whispering for her to wake up.
"…Please Virginia…wake up, come on love…it's over now…it's over…we can leave, go to France, like you've always wanted…like we'd planned…so we could be together…"
Shaking, he kissed her lips wanting to feel the fire that she once held…her kisses were always so passionate…
But this time her lips felt so cold.
His tears fell freely and his voice cracked as he asked his last question. "…Don't you still want to be with me…?"
She never answered.
Draco was at that same camp as Virginia Weasley, he was the one to take care of her while she stayed a prisoner. He made sure no harm came to her. Although he could not help in any way when she was summoned to meet 'Tom'…how was he to know it would be the last time he'd see her smile? Although that smile now haunted his dreams, it made him cry out in the night, it made him shudder.
Why did it bother him, her murder? Draco had seem plenty of murders in his life time, committing many him self…yet seeing the life being drained out of her had shaken him beyond redemption. She meant something to him-she meant more than something. That fact he would only admit to him self and then deny later on. No one knew of it…he could speak of their love to no one…not as if they'd listen…
Draco needed something though, as the so few memories of her started to slip away, to remind him of what he had. Because at one time she was his.
The only thing he could think of were his scars to remind him, but he wanted something beautiful to remember Ginny by. She'd always hated his scars, swearing vengeance against those who had hurt him when the was' end came.
The idea of getting a tattoo entertained his mind for a while until he finally decided on what he would do.
And so that is how The Mockingbird came to be on his upper right arm. A mockingbird is singing while being wrapped in thorns, piecing the animal, and making her bleed. It seems so fitting. Virginia being with in restrictions then eventuating killed by suffocation as the life was drained from her. What startled most was not the depiction, but the fact that it was a muggle tattoo. And there was a reason for that.
He didn't want it moving…his Virginia would never move again, never dance, never sing…never make love again…he wanted the bird to lay still as she did now in her shallow unmarked grave.
His heart was pieced by tragedy as his skin was pieced by memories.
(A/N): Over all I think this was ok. Draco/Ginny pairing of course.
And might be TBC…if encouraged ^_^
-Wind and Ashes
He loved her…at least at one time he was absolutely sure that he loved her. But now…she was a memory. A victim of the war like many, but she was special. The fact that she was used once before in her first year, and then for a final time by the Dark Lord in the Last Battle with Harry Potter was what had made her special. Though her image stuck out in his mind for other reasons.
But you can't be a hero every time, now can you? Apparently so as her lifeless body hit the ground after being thrown aside. Her red hair spread out on the ground and the rust color red mixed with the red of her blood. He could still remember the feel of it as he ran his hands through her hair, rocking back and forth holding her body and whispering for her to wake up.
"…Please Virginia…wake up, come on love…it's over now…it's over…we can leave, go to France, like you've always wanted…like we'd planned…so we could be together…"
Shaking, he kissed her lips wanting to feel the fire that she once held…her kisses were always so passionate…
But this time her lips felt so cold.
His tears fell freely and his voice cracked as he asked his last question. "…Don't you still want to be with me…?"
She never answered.
Draco was at that same camp as Virginia Weasley, he was the one to take care of her while she stayed a prisoner. He made sure no harm came to her. Although he could not help in any way when she was summoned to meet 'Tom'…how was he to know it would be the last time he'd see her smile? Although that smile now haunted his dreams, it made him cry out in the night, it made him shudder.
Why did it bother him, her murder? Draco had seem plenty of murders in his life time, committing many him self…yet seeing the life being drained out of her had shaken him beyond redemption. She meant something to him-she meant more than something. That fact he would only admit to him self and then deny later on. No one knew of it…he could speak of their love to no one…not as if they'd listen…
Draco needed something though, as the so few memories of her started to slip away, to remind him of what he had. Because at one time she was his.
The only thing he could think of were his scars to remind him, but he wanted something beautiful to remember Ginny by. She'd always hated his scars, swearing vengeance against those who had hurt him when the was' end came.
The idea of getting a tattoo entertained his mind for a while until he finally decided on what he would do.
And so that is how The Mockingbird came to be on his upper right arm. A mockingbird is singing while being wrapped in thorns, piecing the animal, and making her bleed. It seems so fitting. Virginia being with in restrictions then eventuating killed by suffocation as the life was drained from her. What startled most was not the depiction, but the fact that it was a muggle tattoo. And there was a reason for that.
He didn't want it moving…his Virginia would never move again, never dance, never sing…never make love again…he wanted the bird to lay still as she did now in her shallow unmarked grave.
His heart was pieced by tragedy as his skin was pieced by memories.
(A/N): Over all I think this was ok. Draco/Ginny pairing of course.
And might be TBC…if encouraged ^_^
-Wind and Ashes