Title: The Sea of Grey Kings
Author: Keladieea
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Late, stormy nights are the one thing that Ginny finds comforting, and by chance, it's the only thing Draco Malfoy finds comforting.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters... I do not own/and did not write the song lyrics I will be using in this fic!
Author's Note: I changed the title, I wasn't expecting my fic to become so much in depth, but it did, and I didn't think the sappy title was really fitting anymore. Also, I decided to put lyrics from different songs in each chapter. But the lyrics will make sense with the story.
The Sea of Grey Kings
Written By: Keladieea
Chapter Seven:
***** Remember the time we made love in the roses? (and you took my picture in all sorts of poses!) how could I ever get over you, when I'd give my life for yours
*****
Ginny had never been happier to see Hogwart's before in her life. She smiled as she raced up the steps and into the castle, the wind blowing through her hair. Harry, Ron, and Hermione followed her, wearing the same smiles. But Draco lingered behind, and although Ginny was starting to despise him again, she wondered if he was happy to see Hogwart's.
Draco despised Hogwart's and almost everything that moved inside of it. He hated the sight of cheerful kids, he hated the sight of underclassmen whimpering as he strode past. But most of all, he hated the fiery red haired girl that tormented his dreams. He hated the way her straight, red hair fell into her eyes, he hated the way her innocent, doe- brown eyes looked into his and seen all his secrets. And he hated the way he loved her. He really hated how much he loved her.
"Malfoy?" Hermione was waiting for him at the top of the stairwell.
"What do you want Granger?" Draco refused to look at her.
"Are you going to help Ginny?" Hermione looked scared, and Draco was a bit taken back by her fear.
"Because...I don't want Ginny to die. I don't want to lose her, because she's like my little sister and I couldn't bare it if she was killed." Hermione Granger, an anomalistic witch, was for once terrified.
"I'll do what I think is best." Draco turned away from her and headed for Slytherin common room.
"I KNOW HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT HER!" Hermione shouted at his retrieving back.
Never once did he look back.
*****
He had a brilliant dream that night. It wasn't with water, and it wasn't about Voldemort. It contained Ginny. Just Ginny.
She came into his room and he loved how she was bathed in light. Roses were entangled in her long braids.
"Ginny?" He sat up in his bed.
"Draco, why did you hurt me?" Ginny asked, her eyes full of innocence.
"I had to Gin...please believe me when I say that I didn't want to. But I needed to." Draco felt tears enter his eyes.
"Dragon's never cry." She whispered.
Draco winced, for Althuos had once said those words to him.
"This dragon does..." He mumbled and hastily wiped the tears away, but they kept coming.
"Draco, I don't want to be alone." She whimpered.
"Neither do I Gin, neither do I." Draco held out his arms for her.
She swept across the room and fell onto his bed, into his awaiting arms. He pulled her down next to him, and allowed her to curl up against his chest. He rested his head on top of hers.
*****
That was a nice dream, Draco thought as he awoke.
He never opened his eyes, wanting to picture his dream over and over again. He did, however, open them when he realized someone was wrapped in his arms. He opened one eye, and saw Ginny sleeping next to him.
"It wasn't a dream." He said to himself.
Ginny let out a noise that was between a moan and a groan, and turned to face him.
"Ginny?" Draco whispered.
"Good morning." She gave him a smile then stretched her body out like a cat.
"When did you come in here?" Draco stared down at her.
"Last night." Her smile dropped, "Don't you remember?"
"I thought it was a dream. But I guess I was wrong." Draco whispered, "Ginny, you know I can't...I can't do this."
"Draco..." Her voice cracked as she said his name.
"It's so wrong Ginny." Draco turned away from her.
"I understand." Ginny made movements to hint that she was leaving.
"Meet me tonight, by the rose garden." Draco said softly, "At ten?"
"Okay." She nodded, and disappeared.
It was after she had gone that Draco wondered why he had told her to meet him by the rose garden. What was he going to say to her?
*****
Ginny panicked as she realized that it was ten minutes until ten. She grabbed her cloak and flung it over her shoulders.
"Where are you going?" Hermione looked up at her as she raced by the couch in the common room.
"Hermione, I have to meet Draco somewhere. Will you make up a story to tell Harry and Ron?" Ginny said in a hasty tone.
"You know I will Gin. Now go!" Hermione smiled and looked back down at her book.
Ginny smiled and ran out of the portrait hole.
Ginny stepped into the rose garden and looked around. She couldn't see Draco anywhere. The night air was crisp and warm, and she watched the sparkles of fairy dust in the air.
"Thought you weren't going to make it Weasley." Came a sarcastic voice from a nearby tree.
"Draco?" Ginny sighed and seen a dark silhouette against the tree.
"I'm here." He stepped closer.
"Why did you want me to meet you hear?" Ginny trembled under his eyes.
"I wasn't sure until I saw you step into the garden." Draco whispered, and leaned down to kiss her.
Ginny melted against him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Somehow he had managed to lay a blanket down in a small space in the rose bushes. He lowered her onto the blanket and continued to kiss her.
"Ginny, I love you." Draco mumbled as he undid the buttons of her shirt.
"I love you too Draco." She moaned beneath his touch.
*Remember the time we made love in the roses*
Sorry for the long wait! I hit a sort of writer's block, and this chapter was kinda bad, but it will get better!
Author: Keladieea
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Late, stormy nights are the one thing that Ginny finds comforting, and by chance, it's the only thing Draco Malfoy finds comforting.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters... I do not own/and did not write the song lyrics I will be using in this fic!
Author's Note: I changed the title, I wasn't expecting my fic to become so much in depth, but it did, and I didn't think the sappy title was really fitting anymore. Also, I decided to put lyrics from different songs in each chapter. But the lyrics will make sense with the story.
The Sea of Grey Kings
Written By: Keladieea
Chapter Seven:
***** Remember the time we made love in the roses? (and you took my picture in all sorts of poses!) how could I ever get over you, when I'd give my life for yours
*****
Ginny had never been happier to see Hogwart's before in her life. She smiled as she raced up the steps and into the castle, the wind blowing through her hair. Harry, Ron, and Hermione followed her, wearing the same smiles. But Draco lingered behind, and although Ginny was starting to despise him again, she wondered if he was happy to see Hogwart's.
Draco despised Hogwart's and almost everything that moved inside of it. He hated the sight of cheerful kids, he hated the sight of underclassmen whimpering as he strode past. But most of all, he hated the fiery red haired girl that tormented his dreams. He hated the way her straight, red hair fell into her eyes, he hated the way her innocent, doe- brown eyes looked into his and seen all his secrets. And he hated the way he loved her. He really hated how much he loved her.
"Malfoy?" Hermione was waiting for him at the top of the stairwell.
"What do you want Granger?" Draco refused to look at her.
"Are you going to help Ginny?" Hermione looked scared, and Draco was a bit taken back by her fear.
"Because...I don't want Ginny to die. I don't want to lose her, because she's like my little sister and I couldn't bare it if she was killed." Hermione Granger, an anomalistic witch, was for once terrified.
"I'll do what I think is best." Draco turned away from her and headed for Slytherin common room.
"I KNOW HOW YOU FEEL ABOUT HER!" Hermione shouted at his retrieving back.
Never once did he look back.
*****
He had a brilliant dream that night. It wasn't with water, and it wasn't about Voldemort. It contained Ginny. Just Ginny.
She came into his room and he loved how she was bathed in light. Roses were entangled in her long braids.
"Ginny?" He sat up in his bed.
"Draco, why did you hurt me?" Ginny asked, her eyes full of innocence.
"I had to Gin...please believe me when I say that I didn't want to. But I needed to." Draco felt tears enter his eyes.
"Dragon's never cry." She whispered.
Draco winced, for Althuos had once said those words to him.
"This dragon does..." He mumbled and hastily wiped the tears away, but they kept coming.
"Draco, I don't want to be alone." She whimpered.
"Neither do I Gin, neither do I." Draco held out his arms for her.
She swept across the room and fell onto his bed, into his awaiting arms. He pulled her down next to him, and allowed her to curl up against his chest. He rested his head on top of hers.
*****
That was a nice dream, Draco thought as he awoke.
He never opened his eyes, wanting to picture his dream over and over again. He did, however, open them when he realized someone was wrapped in his arms. He opened one eye, and saw Ginny sleeping next to him.
"It wasn't a dream." He said to himself.
Ginny let out a noise that was between a moan and a groan, and turned to face him.
"Ginny?" Draco whispered.
"Good morning." She gave him a smile then stretched her body out like a cat.
"When did you come in here?" Draco stared down at her.
"Last night." Her smile dropped, "Don't you remember?"
"I thought it was a dream. But I guess I was wrong." Draco whispered, "Ginny, you know I can't...I can't do this."
"Draco..." Her voice cracked as she said his name.
"It's so wrong Ginny." Draco turned away from her.
"I understand." Ginny made movements to hint that she was leaving.
"Meet me tonight, by the rose garden." Draco said softly, "At ten?"
"Okay." She nodded, and disappeared.
It was after she had gone that Draco wondered why he had told her to meet him by the rose garden. What was he going to say to her?
*****
Ginny panicked as she realized that it was ten minutes until ten. She grabbed her cloak and flung it over her shoulders.
"Where are you going?" Hermione looked up at her as she raced by the couch in the common room.
"Hermione, I have to meet Draco somewhere. Will you make up a story to tell Harry and Ron?" Ginny said in a hasty tone.
"You know I will Gin. Now go!" Hermione smiled and looked back down at her book.
Ginny smiled and ran out of the portrait hole.
Ginny stepped into the rose garden and looked around. She couldn't see Draco anywhere. The night air was crisp and warm, and she watched the sparkles of fairy dust in the air.
"Thought you weren't going to make it Weasley." Came a sarcastic voice from a nearby tree.
"Draco?" Ginny sighed and seen a dark silhouette against the tree.
"I'm here." He stepped closer.
"Why did you want me to meet you hear?" Ginny trembled under his eyes.
"I wasn't sure until I saw you step into the garden." Draco whispered, and leaned down to kiss her.
Ginny melted against him and wrapped her arms around his neck. Somehow he had managed to lay a blanket down in a small space in the rose bushes. He lowered her onto the blanket and continued to kiss her.
"Ginny, I love you." Draco mumbled as he undid the buttons of her shirt.
"I love you too Draco." She moaned beneath his touch.
*Remember the time we made love in the roses*
Sorry for the long wait! I hit a sort of writer's block, and this chapter was kinda bad, but it will get better!