A/N: Draco/Ginny with prompt "fallen leaves".
Valentines in a Snow Globe
12. Draco-Gabrielle
She was beautiful, but frail like the falling golden leaves of autumn. It suited him; he disliked raging fire that left burn marks on his too pale flesh. She was a bit young, but other than that she was perfect: gentle like the autumn, unlike the harsh sun of summer or the biting winter frost.
Yes, she was frail, but he was a man and powerful and could protect her. And she wasn't unintelligent, nor was she too intelligent for a woman, to the point where she lost her feministic qualities. Not like Granger, who became more a beaver than a human by the day. Not like McGonagall who'd worn stern creases into her mouth. But not as empty headed as ones like Pansy either.
On Gabrielle's part, Draco was kind enough and strong: not overly so that she should fear for the wellbeing of her home, but not so little that she should fear for her health. He saw her at least, saw beyond the Veela magic she bore, and she might have been younger than him, but as a part-Veela, couldn't ask for much more than Draco Malfoy.
