"What?" he replied, a little too brightly. "I'm fine."
Ginny sighed and leaned back in her chair. "If you say so." It was a peaceful night. She imagined the rest of her family at home, singing Christmas carols by the fire over mugs of hot chocolate. She turned to the fireplace in front of them, the only source of warmth and heat in the room.
"If I were home," she said dreamily. "I'd be with the folks by the fireplace, singing Christmas carols." She began to sing.
"Silent night. holy night. all is calm. all is bright."
Draco was facing the fire, too, his head lolling on his left shoulder.
"Draco, are you awake?" Ginny nudged him.
His eyes flew open, and a teardrop, silver in the dimness, rolled down his pale cheek.
Ginny gasped. "Wha-? Why?"
He hastily wiped it away with the back of his hand. "Nothing, really! Uh-"
Ginny rolled her eyes. "It's never nothing, you prat." Despite his tears, the Slytherin smiled.
Her gaze fell on the Mirror of Erised. Someone in it caught her eye. It was Draco and he looked exactly the same as he looked now.
"You look exactly like your reflection!" She exclaimed, pointing. Draco whirled around to see.
"How can you see?!" He asked softly, wiping away another tear and suppressing a sob. "I thought you can't see someone else's reflection."
"What's wrong?" Ginny pressed, standing up. He shook his head.
Ginny hugged him tightly. Draco sighed as he sank into the embrace of the only person he had ever loved and who had loved him back. It felt so good to know that, but soon reality hit him in the face, that he had been so mean to her in the past, and he pulled away.
They stood in front of the mirror and surprisingly, it was no longer just Draco standing there. Ginny was there, smiling up at him.
Draco stroked the wood of the back of the mirror, his fingers falling upon an inscription at the back. He knelt down to read.
The deepest desire, once fully lived out
No longer lies concealed.
The long sought for desire
Now stands to all, revealed.
The grandfather clock chimed twelve. Ginny got up from her kneeling position on the floor, tears gathering in her own eyes. Draco stood there, not knowing what to say.
"So I guess this is goodnight." He whispered.
Ginny nodded wordlessly. "I guess."
She walked past him, across the little room, across the stone floor, stoping at the place where she had entered many nights, for Draco. She didn't know it then, that she was the very first person to ever love him. She felt a kind of pride in her, and pity that his parents had never taught him. Love. Worlds.
Draco had followed her. She smiled up at him, and they looked exactly the same as their reflection in the mirror. Their lips met for one last kiss.
"Goodnight Ginny,"
"Goodnight, Draco,"
Ginny sighed and leaned back in her chair. "If you say so." It was a peaceful night. She imagined the rest of her family at home, singing Christmas carols by the fire over mugs of hot chocolate. She turned to the fireplace in front of them, the only source of warmth and heat in the room.
"If I were home," she said dreamily. "I'd be with the folks by the fireplace, singing Christmas carols." She began to sing.
"Silent night. holy night. all is calm. all is bright."
Draco was facing the fire, too, his head lolling on his left shoulder.
"Draco, are you awake?" Ginny nudged him.
His eyes flew open, and a teardrop, silver in the dimness, rolled down his pale cheek.
Ginny gasped. "Wha-? Why?"
He hastily wiped it away with the back of his hand. "Nothing, really! Uh-"
Ginny rolled her eyes. "It's never nothing, you prat." Despite his tears, the Slytherin smiled.
Her gaze fell on the Mirror of Erised. Someone in it caught her eye. It was Draco and he looked exactly the same as he looked now.
"You look exactly like your reflection!" She exclaimed, pointing. Draco whirled around to see.
"How can you see?!" He asked softly, wiping away another tear and suppressing a sob. "I thought you can't see someone else's reflection."
"What's wrong?" Ginny pressed, standing up. He shook his head.
Ginny hugged him tightly. Draco sighed as he sank into the embrace of the only person he had ever loved and who had loved him back. It felt so good to know that, but soon reality hit him in the face, that he had been so mean to her in the past, and he pulled away.
They stood in front of the mirror and surprisingly, it was no longer just Draco standing there. Ginny was there, smiling up at him.
Draco stroked the wood of the back of the mirror, his fingers falling upon an inscription at the back. He knelt down to read.
The deepest desire, once fully lived out
No longer lies concealed.
The long sought for desire
Now stands to all, revealed.
The grandfather clock chimed twelve. Ginny got up from her kneeling position on the floor, tears gathering in her own eyes. Draco stood there, not knowing what to say.
"So I guess this is goodnight." He whispered.
Ginny nodded wordlessly. "I guess."
She walked past him, across the little room, across the stone floor, stoping at the place where she had entered many nights, for Draco. She didn't know it then, that she was the very first person to ever love him. She felt a kind of pride in her, and pity that his parents had never taught him. Love. Worlds.
Draco had followed her. She smiled up at him, and they looked exactly the same as their reflection in the mirror. Their lips met for one last kiss.
"Goodnight Ginny,"
"Goodnight, Draco,"