disclaimer: I don't own the song, I don't own draco or any of the others. I own this computer and a sword.
(A/N) uh this may be a one shot depending on the reviews (hint hint) I have no clue when this takes place. Ginny and Draco dated at one point. In case you can't tell. To all my Draco Ginny friends, . . . uh can't think of too many right now. I'll get back to you on that
I'm so tired of being here,
Ginny walked through the woods, her blood red cape clutched to her. She was sick of it all, watching Harry and Draco making asses of themselves, baiting dragons while Charlie looked on disapprovingly. Draco, wearing leather pants and no shirt, pretending she, either wasn't there, or not worth noticing. Harry, letting her cry into his shoulder while making eyes at Parvati or Lavender. Hermione, listening patiently before making an excuse to go snog Ron. The twins and Charlie . . . well they weren't too bad. Charlie tactfully keeping her away from the dragons (he was the only one who knew of her fear of them), the twins dragging her out of bed at all hours to let her in on their newest trick. But the twins had left last week and Charlie had been too busy trying to keep the Boy Who Lived and the Boy Who Dumped His Sister alive. But then, Charlie didn't know that Malfoy had ever dated Ginny (no one did) let alone dump her. Ginny grinned. Charlie might be less eager to save him if he knew.
Suppressed by all my childish fears
Ginny entered a clearing and shuddered. The dragons lay asleep in the fenced in area. They looked asleep. Suddenly one looked up . . . straight at her. It was then Ginny realized that Charlie hadn't put the wards up.
And if you have to leave
The dragon stepped over the fence and started toward Ginny. Ginny tried not to run, dropping her cloak and backing up. There was a glint in those eyes that she didn't like. Ginny turned and ran.
I wish that you would just leave
Ginny ran, fully aware that the dragon barely had to walk to keep up with her.
Because your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone.
Ginny was gasping for breath and aware she hadn't heard the dragon for a few moments. But she also hadn't found the camp. She wasn't too eager to stop until she had several well-trained wizards in sight.
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
Ginny's foot hit a root and she fell. She skidded on the frozen ground, the skin of her hands and knees shredding.
There's just too much that time cannot erase.
"Do you always make it a habit of destroying your hands every night? Or is ti only on Tuesdays?"
Ginny looked up and found her self falling once more into the blue-grey eyes of Draco Malfoy. And she admitted, as she'd always known, she loved him. Despite it all.
"But wait, that can't be. Tonight's Friday." He finally seemed to get a good look at her. "My God, Gin, what are you doing out here dressed like that? It's freezing. Here," he took off his silver trimmed cloak and wrapped it around her shaking shoulders.
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream, I'd fight away all of your fears.
Ginny gasped in fear, tears running down her cheeks. "Dragon." Was all she could manage.
"Why, Ginny, Yes, my name is Latin for Dragon. How nice of you to notice." Draco said as snidely as he could. He was disturbed by her tears and the raw fear. Ginny was one of the bravest people he knew. Always ready, never let his comments get to her. He wondered, not for the first time, why he broke up with her. And not for the first time did he fail to come up with an answer.
Ginny glared at him and he felt better. "No, Draco. A real dragon. Fucking chasing me."
And I've held your hand through all of these years
Draco felt his face stiffen. It was like a reoccurring nightmare he had, where he saw Ginny in Voldermort's hands and could do nothing. But this time it was no dream and he could do something.
He stood up, not aware he had sat to begin with. "Accio sword." He hissed. He grabbed it from the air, and tested the balance.
"Draco, what are you doing?" Ginny asked from where she knelt, cloak fastened about her neck. He knelt again, taking her hand.
"Ginny . . . " he wanted to say you know I'd never let anything happen to you, but said instead "If there's a rampant dragon . . . well someone should find out. Just stay here. Be safe."
Then he did something he'd never done. He took her hand and gently kissed it.
But you still have All of me
Ginny knelt there. Draco had left nearly five minutes ago. God, she thought. Let him be ok.
A scream split the air.
Ginny was on her feet and running, ignoring the searing pain in her knees.
You used to captivate me by your resonating light
Ginny burst into the clearing and stared at the dragon and it's prey.
But now I'm bound by the life you've left behind.
Draco's once white silk shirt was crimson with the blood that fell from the wounds across his chest. His sword was bloody to the hilt with dragon's blood, but the dragon kept at him.
Before Ginny knew what she was doing, she pulled off her shoe and threw it at the dragon's head. Ginny wasn't the captain of the Gryffindor Quiditch team and the first female Keeper in more than three centuries for nothing.
Her shoe hit its target. This didn't have the desired effect, but Draco saw her.
"Ginny, No!"
Ginny was already waving her arms and shouting. When the dragon faced her, she pulled out her wand and yelled "Stupefy!"
This didn't have the desired effect. In fact it had no effect. The dragon hit her solidly and sent her into a tree trunk.
"Ginny!" Draco screamed. He tried to get up to go to her. He wasn't alone in his attempt. Charlie Weasley was being forcibly restrained by the twins, who had returned to surprise Ginny only to find her absent. The twins looked pale, but were trying not to get Charlie worried.
The dragon decided Ginny was a fun toy. He sank a claw into her shoulder, lifting her to her feet. He let go and sat back, watching. Ginny fell to her knees. George had left Fred with Charlie to restrain Ron and harry who were fighting him to get at either the dragon or, in Ron's case, Malfoy. Hermione stood there pale with shock. Ginny met her friends' eyes then looked at Draco. I love you, Ginny, he thought, wishing he had the strength to say it. But she seemed to hear. Her eyes hardened as she struggled to her feet.
She pointed the wand at the dragon and screamed the two words no one ever expected her to ever say.
"Advada Kedavra!"
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me
Draco was dreaming. He kept seeing Ginny fall over and over. Falling after she performed the killing curse.
He awoke to voices. Weasley voices. They'll drive me to drink he thought. But the one voice he wanted to hear was absent.
"So you're awake." Charlie said when he sat up.
"Glad to hear it," Fred said cheerfully.
"'Cause we're dying to hear why you tried to get yourself and our baby sister killed." George said, cracking his knuckles
"Fred, George, Ron." Charlie said, looking at each in turn and giving them an I-don't-think-Mum'd-approve-if-you-pummel-him-even-if-he-is-a-Malfoy-and-therefore-the-lowest-scum-on-earth look.
"Let's at least hear what he has to say." He leaned forward and hissed. "This had better be good or I'll let them on you and believe me, Fred and George's tricks are nothing compared to what they do to anyone who hurts Gin."
Draco spent the next half hour explaining how he had found Ginny and had gone to find the dragon. He told how the dragon had tossed him around and how Ginny suddenly was there saving him.
"And why should we believe you?" Ron asked.
"Because, it's the truth." Said a voice from the tent door. All eyes looked up to see Ginny there, leaning on a slightly worried Hermione.
Draco looked at her as the Weasley clan surrounded her. She was pale. Her arm, hands, and knees were bandaged. Draco looked away. If he hadn't been such a prat, she wouldn't be hurt.
When he looked up, he was alone with Charlie Weasley.
"Neither you nor Ginny are accountable for your actions. The dragon ate some bad meat and was mad with the sickness. Ginny might face some detention for knowing about the killing curse, but knowing Dumbledore, she might just get commentated."
Draco couldn't help but grin. "Ginny did a brave thing."
"Yeah Malfoy. Braver than you know."
These wounds won't seem to heal
"What do you mean?"
"Ginny's terrified of dragons."
"Well after tonight I can-"
"No you dense git. Ginny's been terrified since she was ten. She and Mum came out to visit me and somehow a Horntail got loose. Mum went off to find me, leaving Gin out alone. The dragon came after her. Needless to say, she was scared out of her mind. But rather than run and hide, she grabbed George's broomstick, which he had left there a month ago, and took off. She led him on a merry little game while Mum got to us and we caught him. Gin's never really had the chance to be afraid. Any sign of weakness, like fear, and Fred and George would jump on it. When you have six older brothers, you grow up quick and ruthless. She might be our sister, but she's had her share of pranks done of her."
Draco was stunned. Ginny had faced her worst fear. For him. He felt a dull aching in his chest and wished he could turn back time.
(A/N: this looks like a good place to end the fic? ACK! is throttled by Ginny/Draco shippers guess not)
This pain is just too real
Ginny watched Draco sleep. It was hard to believe that only hours ago she'd watched him strut around in his leathery glory. Her heart ached. She wanted to make it stop. The easiest way was to die. But that would bring too much pain on the ones she loved. She knew she could never harm Draco.
The only other option was to leave after she graduated in the spring. Auror school was out of the question. Too much of Draco and Harry. Maybe she'd take over Madam Pince's job.
Ginny reached up to touch her bandaged shoulder. The wizard said it'd be like new in the morning. She still wore the tattered remains of her tee shirt and jeans along with Draco's silver/green cape.
She took off the cape, folding it and putting it beside Draco. she wasn't surprised when he grabbed her wrist.
"Ginny," he sat up."Please don't go. Have a seat. I want to talk." She sat on the bed by him. "I love you."
"Don't start this again," she started to get up but he pulled her back.
"Just listen. I'm not just saying this because you saved my life. Well in a way . . . Oh never mind! I love you Gin. I'm not just talking about some crazy infatuation. I'm talking full-out, head over heels, I'd-do-anything-for-you, where-eagles-fly-and-all-that-other-poetic-shit in love with you. I don't know why I broke up with you. I was a fool."
"Draco,"
Here came the part where she either throttled him or claimed undying love. Or both, claimed undying love then throttled him in his sleep. She leaned down and kissed him full on the lips. He tasted tears and saw she was crying.
"Oh, God, Gin, don't cry-"
"No Draco, There are good tears. The happy kind."
"Oh. Do you think it's cold, love?" He asked.
"Terribly."
"I think there's room for one more in this bed."
Ginny laughed and crawled under the covers.
They fell asleep in each other's arms.
They awoke to Ron's rather loud spluttering.
"Malfoy! What the hell did you do to my sister?"
"Mhothing. Doph you fink I should?" came Draco's muffled reply.
Ron spluttered even louder. "Ginny, get up right now!"
GInny waved her wand neglegantly. "Petrifus Totalus."
"Have you guys seen Ron?" Hermione asked, coming in. She was completely unphazed to see Ron lying in the full body bind or Ginny in bed with Malfoy.
"Thanks Gin, easier to get him out this way." She grabbed Ron's robe and began dragging. OUtside her tent she stopped and looked at her boyfriend. "YOu know, I see some rather definate uses of you like this dear."
Ron's eyes, the only part he could move, widened.
End