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A/N - How come I'm posting so much all of a
sudden? Why don't I post updates
for any of my other fics?! wakaranai…
Btw, yep this is in japanese.
Disclaimer - Luna Sea, J.K.Rowlings.
Owners of all you survey. I think there was probably a time when I once
had very very serious disclaimers but that was many moons ago. When the
green fox was in the sky and the blue hare swallowed the silent treeses.
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kono sekai no hate de {At the End of This
World}
Part 3 – boku ga omou {and I thought to
myself}
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boku ga omou ima subete ga owatte mo ii
And I thought to myself, if everything ended
right now that'd be alright
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Draco
yawned and stretched. What an odd
dream… it had sounded like someone had been crying.
He blinked sleepily at the dim light filtering through the curtains and
pushed the cobwebs of last night's dreams out of his mind.
Everyone
else still seemed to be asleep, not that he expected anyone to be up before six
in the morning. He'd learned early to be an early riser to avoid
accusations of sloth from his oh-so-loving father.
Moving
quietly, he got out of bed, padded over to the windows, pushing open the
curtains slightly. Really, he didn't need to bother since Crabbe and Goyle
slept like logs. But old habits
were hard to break, and in the Malfoy Mansion, you really didn't want
to wake up Lucius Malfoy before he was good and ready to wake up.
Not that he was an out-and-out bad father like some of the other Sytherin
kids had. It was just that they
dealt best together as far out of sight and mind from each other as possible.
Looking
out the window he stared at the dim horizon. No one else knew how much he
liked the pre-dawn stillness; when the sky was a dull, cloudy grey that changed
into the most amazing shade of azure, before fading into the mundane smoggy
blue-grey it was the rest of the day; and he wanted to keep it that way.
He didn't need it interrupted with the inane chatter of toadying Slytherins.
After
the dawn had passed, he grabbed his towel and robes and headed for the bathroom.
Stripping off his robes he tossed them unselfconsciously onto a nearby rack.
At this hour of the morning there probably wasn't anyone there, though he really
didn't care one way or the other.
He
turned on the water and stepped into the shower thinking to himself that the
tiles were feeling unusually clammy and cold today…
Almost like there was a damp mist on the floor. Was there something
wrong with the ventilation or draining? He
looked down.
"What
the hell!?" He yelled as he
stumbled out of the shower stall.
Curled
on the floor of the stall, a huddled shivering shape that nevertheless looked
like Ginny Weasley. The youngest
Weasley. The very dead youngest
Weasley whose funeral everyone was supposed to be attending today.
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Ginny's head jerked up at
the yell, momentarily distracted from her self-pity.
Eep!
She thought to herself, quickly looking down again and blushing bright
red.
Then she looked up again.
After all she wouldn't ever have a chance to… you know… at
the rate she was going, so she might as well peek.
Fine, platinum colored
hair… Nice, she thought to herself appreciatively. Grey eyes, long thick lashes… How come guys always get the
nice eyelashes when girls need them more?
High cheekbones, aristocratic
nose… when she got to his lips her eyes nearly crossed.
Ok Ginny, keep it cool, keep going keep going he can't see you
remember, she reminded herself.
She
looked at his chest. Who knew he
was hiding that under those black robes? She
thought to herself. No wonder all
the Slytherin girls hang around him if they might get a chance to check that
out walking around in their tower.
A niggling voice in the back
of her head wondered why she was checking out Draco when of course the one she
really wanted to check out was Harry. The
love of her life, right?
Shut up, you stupid voice!
I love Harry, but obviously Draco is way hot, and dammit he is standing
in front of my totally naked and I'm going to be cool and calm... Her blush
faded. And look down…
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Unfortunately, by that time
Draco had also recovered his composure, and much better than Ginny had.
Completely un-phased by the girl checking him out, he casually looped his
towel around his waist and drawled to Ginny, "Seen enough?
Though of course I always appreciate it when girls check me out…"
He arched an eyebrow at her.
She
turned bright red again.
"You
can see me?!" Ginny, mortified,
turned even redder. He saw me
checking him out?! Please don't
tell me he can hear my thoughts! Oh
my God, kill me now… Wait a
minute, I'm already dead. She
laughed to herself. There, all I
have to do is keep things in perspective. She
looked at Draco again, no no that was just a Killing Curse, but this…
Please kill me again, she prayed.
"Of course I can see
you." He said impatiently.
"In fact, I just stepped right through you."
She covered her eyes…
ohshitohshitohshit.
"Hey! Stop sinking through
the floor! And damn, Weasley,
I've never heard you curse before."
"You can hear my
thoughts!" Could it get worse?
Draco decided to take pity on
her. "No, I can't hear your
thoughts. But you're talking out
loud you know."
Oh good, he didn't hear
what I was thinking while I was checking him out. Ok, I can do this, I am sixteen after all.
Errr, or was sixteen anyway.
I'm a big girl. I can rise above this too.
Drawing up her tattered
dignity she said, "You've never been around me long enough before to know
whether or not I curse, so I don't see how you have any right to comment on it
now."
He looked at her. "Do
you curse?"
"No," She mumbled.
He chuckled.
"It's just… I've
never been dead before either!" She
glared.
Draco found himself unwillingly
fascinated. He'd never paid
attention to the Weasley girl when she'd been alive, after all she was
a Weasley. But now… well she was
definitely a damn sight more interesting to look at and talk to than either
Crabbe or Goyle.
"Hey stop looking at me
like that!" She decided that she
almost liked it better when his gaze would just pass over her whenever he saw
her in the hallways. Now that he
was actually looking at her as if considering something, his gaze was
just a little too intense. She
fidgeted nervously.
"Like what?"
Draco tried to look innocent and failed miserably.
"Like that!
Like the way I… ummm yes, well stop it."
She felt the heat rush to her cheeks again.
Why oh why couldn't she be one of those fascinatingly pale ghosts and
not turn into a tomato every time she got embarrassed?
How did it even happen if ghosts had no blood anyway?!
For a second. interest had
shone in his eyes. But then his
grey gaze became shuttered again. "Look,
I need to take a shower Weasley, if I want to make it to your funeral on
time."
He waited expectantly.
She thought to herself, Huh?
What am I supposed to do?
Shrugging he said, "Ok have
it your way, I'll go to another stall."
Grabbing his clothes off the rack he headed for another stall.
"Hey
aren't you going to help me?!" She
yelled at his retreating back.
"Nope."
He replied without a single backwards glance.
Shit,
now what? She wondered to herself.
She
scrambled to her feet and drifted determinedly after him.
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to
be continued…
Sorry,
what do you do when you check out guys in showers?
That's ok Ginny will have plenty of chances to figure it out while she
tries to convince Draco to help her stop Voldie.
Help!
I think I need a beta-reader!