Disclaimer: We – that's R and J – don't own any of the characters in the
little thing below – except Harry and Draco, who are ours forever. We're
only borrowing, and they'll be returned (sob sob) when we're done.
A/N: This is Harry/Ginny and Draco/Ginny. Yes, one of those fluffy love triangles! And of course, please review.
A White Handkerchief
Prologue
A fortyish tall man knelt at a huge trunk in his attic. He reached in and rummaged. What came to his hands was a pure white handerchief with only a few smears of blood. He held it up in surprise and murmured "After all these years I still have it. Wow." Memories began to flash through his mind…
Chapter One
Ginny Weasley threw down her quill in frustration. "I simply can't get this Transfiguration into my head!" she exclaimed. Harry Potter, the only other person in the Gryffindor common room, looked up. "Having trouble, Ginny?" he asked. She gave him an isn't-it-obvious look and said, "Yes," rather testily. He didn't get all miffed like her friends did, nor did he huff, "Fine, be that way," as Ron might have done. He simply laughed and said she sounded like she really needed help. Ginny smiled ruefully, her irritation gone. "I'm afraid so," she replied, returning his friendly grin.
Harry scooted his chair over to Ginny – was it her imagination or was he just a little too eager? – and started explaining Ginny's problem. He had suddenly become very good at Transfiguration, and because it was Hermione's favourite subject she was more than a little annoyed when he beat her to the top of the class every week.
Hermione was not the only one getting annoyed with Harry. Here I've been hanging on to his every word for the past three years, thought Ginny, and he never even noticed that I existed, and now I'm finally starting to get over the major crush I had on him and he suddenly decides to be all helpful and chummy!
Something inside her snapped, and she rounded on Harry. "What do you think you're doing?" she yelled at him. He looked genuinely surprised. "What do you mean, what do I think I'm doing?"
"You know what I mean, Harry. Why are you being so friendly and helpful all of a sudden? Why me? What's behind it? Tell me now." She was standing, hands on her hips, glaring at him out of brown eyes that were right now shooting sparks.
Harry stood up as well, towering over Ginny. His emerald gaze levelled hers unflinchingly. "There's really a very simple explanation, Ginny," he said softly. "I love you."
The ground fell out from under Ginny's feet. Had he really said what she thought he'd said? He smiled at her. "I know how strange it sounds, Ginny," he said. "But it's true."
He gave her a nod and a beaming grin, and turned toward the boys' dormitories. Ginny found her voice. "H-H-Harry," she gasped, and he turned back and said, with so much love in his eyes that it caused her to skip a heartbeat, "Goodnight, Ginny."
Ginny looked around the dormitory. It was swathed in shadow, cool and comforting. She could feel her arms going heavy, her eyelids dropping…thump!
A letter had dropped from the sky onto her head. She ripped it open eagerly.
Dear Ginny,
Would you please come down and meet me at the main door at midnight? Please come. I'll be waiting for you.
It was not signed. Ginny's heart thumping, she dragged on a cloak. She as sure it was Harry. The clock said five to midnight, so she wasn't too early. She swept out of Gryffindor tower and flew to the main doors of the castle. She had forgotten that a Gryffindor would never send an unsigned letter.
***
When Ginny reached the main doors, she saw with faint surprise that Harry had beat her there. A tall figure in a cloak and hood was leaning against the wall and when he saw her, he heaved himself off. He walked over to her and she noticed – vaguely – that his hood completely hid his face. He took her hand and said softly, "Come with me."
He led Ginny to the lake, holding her hand with a feather-light touch, and finally stopped on its banks. The whole place was bathed in moonlight and Ginny was looking at a silver lake, silver trees.
Suddenly, with no warning whatsoever, he leaned forward and kissed her. A hot tingling started at Ginny's toes and coursed upwards. His arms wrapped around her and she laced her fingers behind his neck and kissed him right back.
When they broke apart, Ginny, dizzy and happy, noticed something that gave her the shock of her life – his hood was back and it wasn't Harry. I t was… "Draco Malfoy!" she gasped, unable to believe her eyes. Draco took a swift step towards her, looking well blended in with the silver moonlight shining off his silver-blond hair and silver-grey eyes. "Ginny, I'm sorry," he whispered, "but there was no other way. I-I had to tell you…I love you, Ginny."
Ginny had not admitted as much to anyone, but for the past few weeks, she had felt a growing attraction for Draco. That drawling voice – a voice that would give you the shivers – those silver eyes, that haunting smile…
Ginny reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. "I don't blame you, Draco," she said softly. "I love you too."
They kissed again in the moonlight and then walked back to the castle, arms around each other. Any other time they would have looked in stark contrast to each other, Ginny with her fiery hair and Draco with his icy features, but in the moonlight they were akin.
Ginny looked up at the Gryffindor dormitory windows above her – the boys' side – and she saw one of them swing closed. But it was still easy to see the face through the glass. The face was one she had strained to look at every day of her first three years at Hogwarts, a much beloved face. An unmistakable face. The face of Harry Potter.
***
Part 2: Who does Ginny end up with? You probably won't know even by the end of Chapter 2, so you'll have to wait. See you! –R and J
A/N: This is Harry/Ginny and Draco/Ginny. Yes, one of those fluffy love triangles! And of course, please review.
A White Handkerchief
Prologue
A fortyish tall man knelt at a huge trunk in his attic. He reached in and rummaged. What came to his hands was a pure white handerchief with only a few smears of blood. He held it up in surprise and murmured "After all these years I still have it. Wow." Memories began to flash through his mind…
Chapter One
Ginny Weasley threw down her quill in frustration. "I simply can't get this Transfiguration into my head!" she exclaimed. Harry Potter, the only other person in the Gryffindor common room, looked up. "Having trouble, Ginny?" he asked. She gave him an isn't-it-obvious look and said, "Yes," rather testily. He didn't get all miffed like her friends did, nor did he huff, "Fine, be that way," as Ron might have done. He simply laughed and said she sounded like she really needed help. Ginny smiled ruefully, her irritation gone. "I'm afraid so," she replied, returning his friendly grin.
Harry scooted his chair over to Ginny – was it her imagination or was he just a little too eager? – and started explaining Ginny's problem. He had suddenly become very good at Transfiguration, and because it was Hermione's favourite subject she was more than a little annoyed when he beat her to the top of the class every week.
Hermione was not the only one getting annoyed with Harry. Here I've been hanging on to his every word for the past three years, thought Ginny, and he never even noticed that I existed, and now I'm finally starting to get over the major crush I had on him and he suddenly decides to be all helpful and chummy!
Something inside her snapped, and she rounded on Harry. "What do you think you're doing?" she yelled at him. He looked genuinely surprised. "What do you mean, what do I think I'm doing?"
"You know what I mean, Harry. Why are you being so friendly and helpful all of a sudden? Why me? What's behind it? Tell me now." She was standing, hands on her hips, glaring at him out of brown eyes that were right now shooting sparks.
Harry stood up as well, towering over Ginny. His emerald gaze levelled hers unflinchingly. "There's really a very simple explanation, Ginny," he said softly. "I love you."
The ground fell out from under Ginny's feet. Had he really said what she thought he'd said? He smiled at her. "I know how strange it sounds, Ginny," he said. "But it's true."
He gave her a nod and a beaming grin, and turned toward the boys' dormitories. Ginny found her voice. "H-H-Harry," she gasped, and he turned back and said, with so much love in his eyes that it caused her to skip a heartbeat, "Goodnight, Ginny."
Ginny looked around the dormitory. It was swathed in shadow, cool and comforting. She could feel her arms going heavy, her eyelids dropping…thump!
A letter had dropped from the sky onto her head. She ripped it open eagerly.
Dear Ginny,
Would you please come down and meet me at the main door at midnight? Please come. I'll be waiting for you.
It was not signed. Ginny's heart thumping, she dragged on a cloak. She as sure it was Harry. The clock said five to midnight, so she wasn't too early. She swept out of Gryffindor tower and flew to the main doors of the castle. She had forgotten that a Gryffindor would never send an unsigned letter.
***
When Ginny reached the main doors, she saw with faint surprise that Harry had beat her there. A tall figure in a cloak and hood was leaning against the wall and when he saw her, he heaved himself off. He walked over to her and she noticed – vaguely – that his hood completely hid his face. He took her hand and said softly, "Come with me."
He led Ginny to the lake, holding her hand with a feather-light touch, and finally stopped on its banks. The whole place was bathed in moonlight and Ginny was looking at a silver lake, silver trees.
Suddenly, with no warning whatsoever, he leaned forward and kissed her. A hot tingling started at Ginny's toes and coursed upwards. His arms wrapped around her and she laced her fingers behind his neck and kissed him right back.
When they broke apart, Ginny, dizzy and happy, noticed something that gave her the shock of her life – his hood was back and it wasn't Harry. I t was… "Draco Malfoy!" she gasped, unable to believe her eyes. Draco took a swift step towards her, looking well blended in with the silver moonlight shining off his silver-blond hair and silver-grey eyes. "Ginny, I'm sorry," he whispered, "but there was no other way. I-I had to tell you…I love you, Ginny."
Ginny had not admitted as much to anyone, but for the past few weeks, she had felt a growing attraction for Draco. That drawling voice – a voice that would give you the shivers – those silver eyes, that haunting smile…
Ginny reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. "I don't blame you, Draco," she said softly. "I love you too."
They kissed again in the moonlight and then walked back to the castle, arms around each other. Any other time they would have looked in stark contrast to each other, Ginny with her fiery hair and Draco with his icy features, but in the moonlight they were akin.
Ginny looked up at the Gryffindor dormitory windows above her – the boys' side – and she saw one of them swing closed. But it was still easy to see the face through the glass. The face was one she had strained to look at every day of her first three years at Hogwarts, a much beloved face. An unmistakable face. The face of Harry Potter.
***
Part 2: Who does Ginny end up with? You probably won't know even by the end of Chapter 2, so you'll have to wait. See you! –R and J