Maybe Together
By: Somewhere Sky
Disclaimer: Of course, as always - the rights to the Harry Potter realm of fiction belongs solely
to J.K Rowling and her brilliant mind. Although I may admit, I shall always be slightly jealous.
Chapter 1:
Common Mistakes
This entire story was based off of this quote:
"These are not rough times ... just the beginning of really good times."
» — Denise N. Tracy
It was a cold day when the Hogwarts Express left its lot at Platform 9 & 3/4. It had been raining for most of the morning, the droplets of water touching ground, cloth and people. The clouds spread little light onto the streets and through the woods that were passed. Ginny couldn't help but feel glum, the darkness seemed everlasting and the depressing weather even more so. She believed that even with the war over, something strange was awaiting them. This young redhead, with a fire in her blood and a temper not to be tampered with was fearful. She had grown to expect the unexpected but she had never felt so lost in time.
For Merlin's sake, Ginny fumed in her mind, her brother was gone and her family was separated. Ginny was forced to bring into her mind happier memories because the burrow had never been so sad. Ginny, one of seven children had never thought to be one of six. In fact, she had never thought the burrow would become extinct to it's once happy atmosphere. Now in the home, the once perfectly chaotic home, her parents hid in mourning and the place had lost all hope. It had become a house of silence where George refused to visit, Ron and Ginny had not spoken and although Percy tried to help their parents, he achieved nothing. The burrow had become a nightmare, a sad place with only sad memories. Even Bill and Charlie came around, Charlie from Romania and Bill from his home with Fleur - and yet, the Weasley's grew none the stronger, and just as sorrowful to see all but their poor Fred.
The train's wheels screeched along the tracks as the windows continued to fog and the silence never wavered. Ginny sat alone in her cabin, she seemed almost too still as she sat with her hand crouched under her chin and her elbow perched on a ledge. A pair of eyes looked in, watching her through the glass in awe at her peacefulness, unknowing to her troubles.
The door creaked.
The solemn eyes of the redhead by the window quickly transformed into the emotionless eyes of someone else. Her eyes had shed any personality and invoked a rather shaded green to hover over the once so beautifully energized colour beneath them. Ginny's eyes, naturally a gorgeous emerald had lost their sparkle and for the moment between the transformations the watching boy outside her cabin saw Ginny Weasley looking vulnerable. For one moment he saw her, and only her. He saw a young girl in anguish, absolutely torn to pieces and falling apart into mere shards of her own heart. While he admired her courage, his moment to see Ginny without her heart in barricades was short, brief and barely noted as she turned cold and hard at the door. As soon as that door revealed a presence other than her own, her eyes locked in place and her heart locked in solemnity.
A growl escaped her lips as Draco Malfoy entered the compartment. Even the wind sounded angry as he stepped in, slamming up against the glass in a repeated motion. Invigorating was the atmosphere as Draco hovered over Ginny in the empty compartment.
"Uh, the others are full ..." he said just above a whisper. Ginny merely nodded in response. She left him there to stand childishly until he finally came to realize that she wasn't going to tell him to sit or not to sit, if anything she acted as a ghost in the corner. She was merely a vaporization of smoke in the corner, no sound, just peacefulness. Draco could hardly tell if her slim silhouette was breathing, if she was even alive. It took her blinking a few times before he stopped himself from shaking her body into remission, he almost feared that she might break had he done so.
That's when Draco first found himself revering in her beauty, Ginny Weasley,she had lost quite a bit of weight that emphasized all the right curves and all the right body parts. Her hair had been grown out and lay in tangles down her back. The subtle but magnificent red was nothing short of breath-taking. Draco couldn't deny her stunning appeal, she was as undeniably good-looking as a Veela woman. Her eyes intoxicating, her smile (should he ever be so lucky) would have him dropped to his knees in awe should he be given the chance to see a mourning Weasley smile. Aside from the realization that the youngest of Weasley's was all grown up, Draco couldn't shake the uncomfortableness of the compartment.
A quiet Weasley was never a happy Weasley.
A knock came onto the door, Hermione appeared, not even glancing towards Draco and heading straight to Ginny's side. She wrapped an arm around the young girl and stroked her bangs in comfort but Ginny shrugged her away. Hermione's eyes were revelled in shock, and she tried once more to comfort the slim august-haired darling but was greeted with yet another cold shoulder and shrug off of any physical attempts to hug.
"Gin, I don't know what else to do, this grief is impossible. We're all going through a really rough time right now, especially with losing Fred and .. I know you don't want to listen but I've read up on how to help soothe the sad-minded, a book isn't much for uncovering all the mysteries of the psyche, but it gave me great insight, if you'll only let me help. Harry, Ron and I are all so worried about you. You remember him don't you? Your older brother, who also lost Fred to the war? Just Ginny ... please." Hermione stressed, her arms waving in the air slightly. The brunette was in anguish trying to solve the riddle of Ginny's grief.
"You can't just expect to fix her based off a book Granger. Grief isn't a problem it's a process." Draco mumbled from his bench. The eyes that met his were full of scorn and hatred and he looked away in embarrassment after realizing the girls he was speaking to. With his head looking out the window, Ginny glanced to him and to Hermione in a sweep.
"He's right." she said to her friend, "I've gotta do this on my own."
"But Ginny, Malfoy is the last person in all of Wizarding London who would even begin to comprehend the insanity of grief and pain - "
"Hermione Granger, if you do not stop bombarding me with your silly treatments on how to make me better I will honestly never speak a word to you again. I said I need to do this alone and you have got to let me." the girl stressed, her hair seeming much more scarlet now that she was aflame with frustration, her cheeks adorning a reddish glow.
Oh, how the tension quickly spread, with tears rolling down her face and a broken heart in tow, Hermione left. Her feet shuffled away as her hands wiped the dripping orbs from her eyes. Ginny hadn't meant to be so rude. Hermione was so caring and so kind and she loved her, but she couldn't stand the pressure. Ginny was feeling as though some weight was pushing down on her heart and the more people who came around to talk about what happened - the bigger the weight became, until Ginny felt nauseous with desolation.
"Wow, bit harsh don't you think?" Draco spoke again, uncaring as to who was in the compartment with him. The Gryffindor never fazed him before and she would not faze him now. She let what words came out of his cowardly lips drip into the air and be forgotten. The war was over and so were his ties with the Dark Lord, or so it was meant to be believed. Ginny wasn't so naive, she wasn't going to allow his mistakes be ignored.
"Ah, aren't you the little expert?" Spat Ginny with her tongue full of sarcasm. Had her saliva been compensated by venom, Draco would have fallen ill.
"I would like to think so." Was all he said with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Don't get ahead of yourself Ferret. You're nothing special." She spoke again, the hatred in her voice had become evil and unforgiving. Draco chose to ignore it and the two spoke nothing more to one another. Rather, they both sat staring out into the dark clouds, the sun non-existent and the trees looking just as dead and dreary. The moodiness of the weather mocked the two, mirroring their attitude.
The ride to Hogwarts was in fact, an incredibly long ride.
Author's Note: A new story, exciting right? I decided to try my hands at writing a Ginny/Draco Fan Fiction. I'm still not quite sure where I am headed with this one but I can promise that it will be as great as my last. I love writing for all you readers out there! So do enjoy, but remember a happy writer is a persistent writer, so do R&R please.
~ Somewhere Sky