Another Ginny/Draco. This is set about three years after Deathly Hallows.
Really
Draco sits alone in the garden. There are stars above him and cool grass below as he leans back on his hands and up into the sky, trying to ignore the fireflies that fly all around him.
She's still inside, talking to her parents in the kitchen and has been for almost twenty minutes. He'd panic, but he doesn't really want to. Part of him still wants that hope that they don't hate their only daughter for bringing home a Malfoy.
Surely he's not what they have in mind for her. Especially after everything that happened three years ago. Maybe they're in there now, telling her how he's no good and why would she want to waste her time on an old enemy when there are so many cauldrons in the shop?
This thought sends his mind whirling and he tries in vain to reassure himself; he thinks little things, like how it was never a long term thing, how it's not even love, how he can do so much better. He stops himself after a few seconds, though, because he's never been a very convincing liar.
Just as he's about to abandon all hope, the back door opens and she steps out into the night. He doesn't say anything, though, because the only words he's expecting from her must fit nicely in a break-up speech.
When she sits down beside him, her head on his shoulder surprises him, but he leans into her anyway.
"How do you think it went?" he asks tentatively, hope unfurling in his chest at the smallest of gestures.
"They loved you," she says simply and he's at a loss for the first time since birth.
"Really?" It almost comes out as a stutter, but he manages to hold himself together. "Is that what you were talking about?"
"Mostly." She smiles a bit and looks around at the beauty of the night. "They might have also mentioned how they see you as a future son-in-law. Said you're a perfect addition to the family.
She must not know what this means to him, but the message is pretty clear when tears fill his eyes again and he repeats his question of, "Really?"
She looks at him and smiles—this perfectly white grin that sends his stomach into his throat. "Really."
And, when they kiss, he can feel it foreshadowing how many more kisses he plans to share with her over the years.
Again with the cheesy ending. Really?
