A/N: This a very angst-y chapter, except for the lovely Draco/Ginny fluff. Oh how I lurve it! I took me a while to write this. Good Jeebees, I thought I would never get finished! I just couldn't decide on song. I actually considered changing it yesterday, and I'm glad I didn't. I like it, even if Harry if feeling extremely sorry for himself! Thanks to Luna Writer for being a good fin-ficcy friend, and pink-crane for reviewing!
Chapter IX- The Ghost Of You and Me
"I've seen a lot of broken hearts/go sailing by/phantom ships/lost at sea/oh one of them is mine/raising my glass/I sink a toast /to the midnight sky/I wonder why the stars don't seem to guide me…"
The Ghost Of You and Me, BBMak
It was Friday, and Ginny was counting the seconds Draco came knocking on her door, to take her back to his apartment. She drummed her fingers on the hard wood desk.
"This is so stupid. What am I going this to my self for? I know it's Draco, and I really like him, but sitting here watching my watch isn't helping matters any!" She said to her self, running her hand through her hair. She looked up at her door, where Draco stood, laughing at her. She looked down embarrassed, slouched down in her wheel chair.
"Don't worry, Ginny dear. I was saying the exact thing at 1:00 today." He smiled that now familiar smile,
"I talk to myself all the time. I just don't expect for my boyfriend to sneak up on me!" She said, then stopped her smiling. Boyfriend. Was he her boyfriend? We're they officially dating yet?
Draco caught her eyes, and looked at her.
"Do…do you consider me your boyfriend?" He faltered. Those were words he has wanted to hear since that first night in his lounge.
"That's what I said, wasn't it?" She said, raising her eyebrows.
"Well, my girlfriend, do you want to leave now. I'm cooking tonight!" He said with a strange kind of excitement.
"Draco Malfoy? Cooking? I'd pay to see it!"
"Well, I am Virginia Weasley, and it will be good. How about we cook together?"
"You just want some help." Ginny scoffed, getting up and throwing her messenger bag over her shoulder, Draco didn't carry any burdens of work with him.
"Yeah, I do, but I also want to kiss you until we both feel like we are going to die of happiness." He said truthfully, pulling her close, wanting to kiss her.
"You know, if we start kissing now, we'll never make to your apartment!" She said, raising her eyebrows.
"I know your right. Well lets go." He said, taking her hand.
When they were standing in Draco's lounge, Ginny threw down her bag on the couch, and kicked off her heels.
"Do you want to start studding for your apperation test tonight too?" He asked, loosening his tie.
"Sounds good to me. Hey can I use your bathroom to change? I don't want to be sitting around her in my work clothes." She said pulling a pair of jeans and a oversized tee-shirt out of her bag.
"Why do you have to ask? It's not like I'm going to say 'No Ginny, because I hate you!'" He laughed and rolled his eyes.
"It's polite to ask before you take!" She replied walking away from him and down the hall. He followed her.
"You know what, changing my clothes sound like a good idea." He said, his tie now balled up in his fist. Ginny raised her eyebrows, her trademark expression, and shut the bathroom door in his face. She quickly changed, feeling a little more herself in her casual clothes. She quickly braided her long, wild red hair back down her back, and exited the bathroom to find Draco exiting his room the same time. He was wearing a pair of vintage-looking jeans, and tee-shirt that said "Quidditch World Cup--Ireland Team" on the front in green letters. His usually neat-in-a-messy-way hair was sticking up at odd angles, like he had just ran his hands through it frantically.
"Nice hair." She said, smiling up at him
"Nice braid." He said, tugging on it.
"I didn't think you wanted to eat my hair when we are cooking." She replied, pulling the braid to her front, inspecting it.
"Yeah, that would be a good idea!" Draco winked at her, wrapped his arm around her waist, guiding her to the kitchen.
"So, what are we making, Master Chef Draco?" She said sarcastically.
"Chicken stir-fry." He replied, once they steeped foot though the door way.
"Oh that's easy. I thought you had something like duck a'la orange on the menu."
Draco rolled his eyes. "I know my limits." He brought out thawing chicken breasts out of the refrigerator, along with a variety of vegetables in a bag that looked like it came from a muggle store.
"Did you buy these at a muggle produce store?"
"Yeah, so? They have fresher produce, and they're more organic."
"Organic? These were grown with out magic?"
"Yep. Pure and simple."
"Is there any trace of the Hogwarts Draco Malfoy whose favorite phrase was 'I hate Mudbloods and Muggles'?"
"One good thing I learned from my father was not to discriminate, because then people will discriminate against you."
"Your father told you that?" Ginny asked, amazed.
"No, I figured that out from my father." He said putting a pot on the stove and lighting it with his wand.
"Do you want me skin these?" She asked, pointing to the vegetables on the counter.
"Yeah. I think you have to cut the pea pods in half, so they aren't so big, slice the water chestnuts, cut the celery, broccoli, and peppers."
Ginny put her hands on her hips. "You think I'm going to do this all by my self?"
"No, of course not, babe." He said, reaching over and tugging on her hand.
"Good, because if you did then you have another thing coming!" She laughed and squeezed his hand back. He pulled her close to him, wrapping his arm around her waist. He leaned in, placing his lips on hers, both of them feeling instantly warm and welcome.
Harry sat on a muggle boat, heading across the English channel, back to England. The ministry had sent him to France to investigate some "dark" activity, that was really a bunch of under-aged wizards playing mean pranks of a few elderly witches who were witnesses to one of Voldemort's many killings. He raked his hands though his messy black hair, trying to relax.
"What has been eating at me lately?" He thought, taking a drink of his muggle beer. He was sitting on the deck out side of the ship, the cold sea air whipping his face, making it a raw red color. A French couple walked by, hold their hands tightly, as if they didn't grip so hard they would loose each other.
"That's what is bothering me. Hermione." His mind echoed the name several times as he looked out to see all the other ships with their ghostly lights maneuvering their way around barges, hover crafts and cruise boats like the one Harry was riding. Another man sat on a bench alone, looking very much like Harry had a few minutes ago. Lonely disturbed, angry at the world. He stopped a boat worker and asked for another beer.
"He's another broken heart, just sailing along, captaining a lost ship in the sea of love." Harry thought. He picked up his beer, "A toast to those stars that are supposed to guide a ship. To my miserable midnight sky." He guzzled the rest of his beer, wishing he was home in his bed, instead of thinking of Hermione, feeling cold, stripped, and raw. The feelings just didn't come from the wind and salty sea air.
Chapter IX- The Ghost Of You and Me
"I've seen a lot of broken hearts/go sailing by/phantom ships/lost at sea/oh one of them is mine/raising my glass/I sink a toast /to the midnight sky/I wonder why the stars don't seem to guide me…"
The Ghost Of You and Me, BBMak
It was Friday, and Ginny was counting the seconds Draco came knocking on her door, to take her back to his apartment. She drummed her fingers on the hard wood desk.
"This is so stupid. What am I going this to my self for? I know it's Draco, and I really like him, but sitting here watching my watch isn't helping matters any!" She said to her self, running her hand through her hair. She looked up at her door, where Draco stood, laughing at her. She looked down embarrassed, slouched down in her wheel chair.
"Don't worry, Ginny dear. I was saying the exact thing at 1:00 today." He smiled that now familiar smile,
"I talk to myself all the time. I just don't expect for my boyfriend to sneak up on me!" She said, then stopped her smiling. Boyfriend. Was he her boyfriend? We're they officially dating yet?
Draco caught her eyes, and looked at her.
"Do…do you consider me your boyfriend?" He faltered. Those were words he has wanted to hear since that first night in his lounge.
"That's what I said, wasn't it?" She said, raising her eyebrows.
"Well, my girlfriend, do you want to leave now. I'm cooking tonight!" He said with a strange kind of excitement.
"Draco Malfoy? Cooking? I'd pay to see it!"
"Well, I am Virginia Weasley, and it will be good. How about we cook together?"
"You just want some help." Ginny scoffed, getting up and throwing her messenger bag over her shoulder, Draco didn't carry any burdens of work with him.
"Yeah, I do, but I also want to kiss you until we both feel like we are going to die of happiness." He said truthfully, pulling her close, wanting to kiss her.
"You know, if we start kissing now, we'll never make to your apartment!" She said, raising her eyebrows.
"I know your right. Well lets go." He said, taking her hand.
When they were standing in Draco's lounge, Ginny threw down her bag on the couch, and kicked off her heels.
"Do you want to start studding for your apperation test tonight too?" He asked, loosening his tie.
"Sounds good to me. Hey can I use your bathroom to change? I don't want to be sitting around her in my work clothes." She said pulling a pair of jeans and a oversized tee-shirt out of her bag.
"Why do you have to ask? It's not like I'm going to say 'No Ginny, because I hate you!'" He laughed and rolled his eyes.
"It's polite to ask before you take!" She replied walking away from him and down the hall. He followed her.
"You know what, changing my clothes sound like a good idea." He said, his tie now balled up in his fist. Ginny raised her eyebrows, her trademark expression, and shut the bathroom door in his face. She quickly changed, feeling a little more herself in her casual clothes. She quickly braided her long, wild red hair back down her back, and exited the bathroom to find Draco exiting his room the same time. He was wearing a pair of vintage-looking jeans, and tee-shirt that said "Quidditch World Cup--Ireland Team" on the front in green letters. His usually neat-in-a-messy-way hair was sticking up at odd angles, like he had just ran his hands through it frantically.
"Nice hair." She said, smiling up at him
"Nice braid." He said, tugging on it.
"I didn't think you wanted to eat my hair when we are cooking." She replied, pulling the braid to her front, inspecting it.
"Yeah, that would be a good idea!" Draco winked at her, wrapped his arm around her waist, guiding her to the kitchen.
"So, what are we making, Master Chef Draco?" She said sarcastically.
"Chicken stir-fry." He replied, once they steeped foot though the door way.
"Oh that's easy. I thought you had something like duck a'la orange on the menu."
Draco rolled his eyes. "I know my limits." He brought out thawing chicken breasts out of the refrigerator, along with a variety of vegetables in a bag that looked like it came from a muggle store.
"Did you buy these at a muggle produce store?"
"Yeah, so? They have fresher produce, and they're more organic."
"Organic? These were grown with out magic?"
"Yep. Pure and simple."
"Is there any trace of the Hogwarts Draco Malfoy whose favorite phrase was 'I hate Mudbloods and Muggles'?"
"One good thing I learned from my father was not to discriminate, because then people will discriminate against you."
"Your father told you that?" Ginny asked, amazed.
"No, I figured that out from my father." He said putting a pot on the stove and lighting it with his wand.
"Do you want me skin these?" She asked, pointing to the vegetables on the counter.
"Yeah. I think you have to cut the pea pods in half, so they aren't so big, slice the water chestnuts, cut the celery, broccoli, and peppers."
Ginny put her hands on her hips. "You think I'm going to do this all by my self?"
"No, of course not, babe." He said, reaching over and tugging on her hand.
"Good, because if you did then you have another thing coming!" She laughed and squeezed his hand back. He pulled her close to him, wrapping his arm around her waist. He leaned in, placing his lips on hers, both of them feeling instantly warm and welcome.
Harry sat on a muggle boat, heading across the English channel, back to England. The ministry had sent him to France to investigate some "dark" activity, that was really a bunch of under-aged wizards playing mean pranks of a few elderly witches who were witnesses to one of Voldemort's many killings. He raked his hands though his messy black hair, trying to relax.
"What has been eating at me lately?" He thought, taking a drink of his muggle beer. He was sitting on the deck out side of the ship, the cold sea air whipping his face, making it a raw red color. A French couple walked by, hold their hands tightly, as if they didn't grip so hard they would loose each other.
"That's what is bothering me. Hermione." His mind echoed the name several times as he looked out to see all the other ships with their ghostly lights maneuvering their way around barges, hover crafts and cruise boats like the one Harry was riding. Another man sat on a bench alone, looking very much like Harry had a few minutes ago. Lonely disturbed, angry at the world. He stopped a boat worker and asked for another beer.
"He's another broken heart, just sailing along, captaining a lost ship in the sea of love." Harry thought. He picked up his beer, "A toast to those stars that are supposed to guide a ship. To my miserable midnight sky." He guzzled the rest of his beer, wishing he was home in his bed, instead of thinking of Hermione, feeling cold, stripped, and raw. The feelings just didn't come from the wind and salty sea air.