Claret
A/N: A Draco/Ginny double-drabble (and a bit more; it's 211 words). The counter on this site is lying.
Claret
She's taken to wearing green lately; he told her once that he liked her in it and now she's wearing flowing emerald dress-robes and they're sitting out by the lake. He runs a hand through her long red hair, and she smiles and barely notices that his face is completely devoid of emotion.
"I love you," she whispers to him as the sun sets, sending streaks of pink and claret through the sky. She barely cares when she receives no reply. His skin is pale against his black robes and she can scarcely see the outline of the Dark Mark that adorns his arm. It is flesh-colored now; but she is sure that, someday soon, it will be black. He looks over at her curiously, and she quickly turns her attention to the lake. He isn't fooled.
The sun is setting even lower now, but neither of the two makes a move to return to the castle. And soon it's completely dark; she knows that her brother will be out to look for her soon, but that doesn't matter right now.
Fireflies dance around the pair, and she imagines them to be fireworks. He closes his eyes against the harsh light and imagines himself to be anywhere but there.
{End}