Hey guys,
Yep. This is a new fic. I'm stuck with Change of Heart. I'll continue
it, don't worry, but I need to get my mind off of it for a bit. I've got
this great climax, but it won't happen for a few chapters yet. Anyway,
this is a short little blurb about Draco being an Auror and hating to leave
Ginny early in the morning. They're about 23, 24.
I no own nothing. Don't sue.
*~*~*~*~*
A Flat in South London
3 A.M.
Ring.
Ring.
The sound of a cell phone ringing shattered the blissful silence of a nondescript flat.
Ring.
In the pitch black of the bedroom, a blonde-haired 24-year old man opened his stormy grey-blue eyes and sat up in his bed, trying to shake his fatigue as he looked over at his muggle alarm clock, which read a little past three o'clock in the morning. He thought he must've imagined it, and put his head down, tightened his grip on his wife's waist and tried to go back to sleep.
Ring.
'Who would be calling me at this hour?' he thought stupidly before realizing that he better pick up his cell phone. He reached over onto his night table before realizing he had left it, but realized he had left it on the kitchen counter. Cursing, he untangled himself from his wife and got out of his nice, warm bed and padded to the kitchen in his boxers.
Ring.
"All right, all right, I'm coming. SHUT UP!" He groaned as he stumbled into his flat's kitchen, nearly tripping and falling over his Irish Setter, Shawn. Shawn simply opened his eyes, gave the man a look that would have resembled annoyance on a human face, rolled over and went back to sleep.
Ring.
The man stepped over Shawn, wondering why he even relented to have the mutt in his flat in the first place, and dragged himself over to his muggle cell phone, which he picked up and groaned into it, "Malfoy."
"Hello to you too, sunshine. How the hell long does it take you to answer your phone?"
Draco Malfoy felt like throwing the cell phone against the wall when he heard the voice of his partner, Harry Potter. Didn't the man have anything better to do than call him in the middle of the night?
"Excuse me Potter, but not all of us are morning people."
"That much I can see."
"Are you calling just to piss me off, Potter?"
"You think I'm stupid?"
"Do you *really* want me to answer that?"
"All right, fine. Does the name Mila Corleone mean anything to you?"
Draco had to think for a minute. "Oh, yeah. She's the Seeker for that team your buddy Weasley captains for, right? Look, Potter, I still don't understand why you would be calling me at three in the goddamn morning to ask me about some girl Quidditch buff---"
"She's dead."
"---for no reason. Wait, what did you just say?"
"She's dead, Malfoy."
Draco ran a hand over his unshaven face. "That would be why you're calling me at this hour."
"Yes. I wouldn't call you for a social call."
"Of all the people I could get stuck with---"
Harry interrupted Draco's tirade. "Be down at Mila's flat in 15 minutes." Then a click as the line went dead.
"Goddamn it!" Draco yelled, startling Shawn, as he threw the muggle contraption against the wall.
Nothing happened. Cursing Potter, muggle cell phones, and early mornings, Draco stumbled back into his bedroom, almost falling over his pants that he had left in the center of the room. Cursing some more, he pulled on his pants and went to his drawer to get a shirt when he looked at his wife again.
Ginny Weasley-Malfoy was curled up on her side, sleeping peacefully. Her red hair was fanned out on her pillow, and she looked like an angel. Draco sighed and sat on the edge of their bed, staring at her. Ginny hated it when she woke up and Draco wasn't there. But Draco was an Auror, and Ginny understood that he couldn't always sleep through the entire night; she just didn't have to like it.
He had to do something. He had left her at ungodly hours of the morning three times this week and he felt he owed her something. Struck by sudden inspiration, he went to his shoulder bag and pulled out a little book and a pencil and started to draw. Potter could wait a few minutes; it wasn't like the dead girl was going to get up and walk away.
Three hours later.
Beep Beep.
Beep Beep. Beep Beep.
SMACK.
The evil sound of the alarm clock was happily interrupted by Ginny Malfoy's hand hitting the snooze button on the nightstand. She picked up the said alarm clock and squinted at the atomic green numbers, which glowed 6:05 back at her. She turned to get out of bed when she saw a piece of paper on her husband's pillow. She turned and put the table lamp on, sat up, and examined the picture.
The drawing was of her and Draco, asleep, Draco's arms around her waist, looking like they always did when they slept. But what made Ginny really smile was the caption at the bottom:
'Wish I was here. Love you'
Grinning fully, Ginny went to go shower and get dressed, thinking about how she could repay the favor.
*~*~*~*~*~ Okay, so I stole the idea from a Kodak commercial. Sue me. Wait, as a matter of fact, please don't sue me. Should I continue this? I can make it one of those cop fics. Or not. Depends on how the reviews go. Hint, hint. Review.
I no own nothing. Don't sue.
*~*~*~*~*
A Flat in South London
3 A.M.
Ring.
Ring.
The sound of a cell phone ringing shattered the blissful silence of a nondescript flat.
Ring.
In the pitch black of the bedroom, a blonde-haired 24-year old man opened his stormy grey-blue eyes and sat up in his bed, trying to shake his fatigue as he looked over at his muggle alarm clock, which read a little past three o'clock in the morning. He thought he must've imagined it, and put his head down, tightened his grip on his wife's waist and tried to go back to sleep.
Ring.
'Who would be calling me at this hour?' he thought stupidly before realizing that he better pick up his cell phone. He reached over onto his night table before realizing he had left it, but realized he had left it on the kitchen counter. Cursing, he untangled himself from his wife and got out of his nice, warm bed and padded to the kitchen in his boxers.
Ring.
"All right, all right, I'm coming. SHUT UP!" He groaned as he stumbled into his flat's kitchen, nearly tripping and falling over his Irish Setter, Shawn. Shawn simply opened his eyes, gave the man a look that would have resembled annoyance on a human face, rolled over and went back to sleep.
Ring.
The man stepped over Shawn, wondering why he even relented to have the mutt in his flat in the first place, and dragged himself over to his muggle cell phone, which he picked up and groaned into it, "Malfoy."
"Hello to you too, sunshine. How the hell long does it take you to answer your phone?"
Draco Malfoy felt like throwing the cell phone against the wall when he heard the voice of his partner, Harry Potter. Didn't the man have anything better to do than call him in the middle of the night?
"Excuse me Potter, but not all of us are morning people."
"That much I can see."
"Are you calling just to piss me off, Potter?"
"You think I'm stupid?"
"Do you *really* want me to answer that?"
"All right, fine. Does the name Mila Corleone mean anything to you?"
Draco had to think for a minute. "Oh, yeah. She's the Seeker for that team your buddy Weasley captains for, right? Look, Potter, I still don't understand why you would be calling me at three in the goddamn morning to ask me about some girl Quidditch buff---"
"She's dead."
"---for no reason. Wait, what did you just say?"
"She's dead, Malfoy."
Draco ran a hand over his unshaven face. "That would be why you're calling me at this hour."
"Yes. I wouldn't call you for a social call."
"Of all the people I could get stuck with---"
Harry interrupted Draco's tirade. "Be down at Mila's flat in 15 minutes." Then a click as the line went dead.
"Goddamn it!" Draco yelled, startling Shawn, as he threw the muggle contraption against the wall.
Nothing happened. Cursing Potter, muggle cell phones, and early mornings, Draco stumbled back into his bedroom, almost falling over his pants that he had left in the center of the room. Cursing some more, he pulled on his pants and went to his drawer to get a shirt when he looked at his wife again.
Ginny Weasley-Malfoy was curled up on her side, sleeping peacefully. Her red hair was fanned out on her pillow, and she looked like an angel. Draco sighed and sat on the edge of their bed, staring at her. Ginny hated it when she woke up and Draco wasn't there. But Draco was an Auror, and Ginny understood that he couldn't always sleep through the entire night; she just didn't have to like it.
He had to do something. He had left her at ungodly hours of the morning three times this week and he felt he owed her something. Struck by sudden inspiration, he went to his shoulder bag and pulled out a little book and a pencil and started to draw. Potter could wait a few minutes; it wasn't like the dead girl was going to get up and walk away.
Three hours later.
Beep Beep.
Beep Beep. Beep Beep.
SMACK.
The evil sound of the alarm clock was happily interrupted by Ginny Malfoy's hand hitting the snooze button on the nightstand. She picked up the said alarm clock and squinted at the atomic green numbers, which glowed 6:05 back at her. She turned to get out of bed when she saw a piece of paper on her husband's pillow. She turned and put the table lamp on, sat up, and examined the picture.
The drawing was of her and Draco, asleep, Draco's arms around her waist, looking like they always did when they slept. But what made Ginny really smile was the caption at the bottom:
'Wish I was here. Love you'
Grinning fully, Ginny went to go shower and get dressed, thinking about how she could repay the favor.
*~*~*~*~*~ Okay, so I stole the idea from a Kodak commercial. Sue me. Wait, as a matter of fact, please don't sue me. Should I continue this? I can make it one of those cop fics. Or not. Depends on how the reviews go. Hint, hint. Review.