caress
//it ended so soon
you were all by yourself
staring up at a dark gray sky
I was changed//
in places no one will find
all your feelings go deep
inside//
deep inside//
was there that I realized
that forever
was in your eyes
the moment i saw you cry...//
it was late in September//
and I've seen you before
you were always the cold one
but I was never that sure
you were all by yourself
staring at up at a dark gray sky
I was changed//
in places no one will find all your feelings
go deep inside
was there that I realized
that forever was in your eyes
the moment I saw you cry//
//Cry//
//Mandy Moore//
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"Ginny?" he whispered, astonished at the girl before him. She tilted her head from the sink, a look of weary tiredness washing over her face, but her eyes were glittering with deception; Draco shivered in realization; she had no idea who he was.
He wanted to grab her, kiss her, and tell her it was him, the guy he had let go only four years ago; but he knew she would not be able to comprehend it, she was too drunk at the moment. He grasped her upper arms, pulling her further. She gave him one, dazed look before she collapsed in his arms, her eyes tightly closed. He observed her anxiously, pulling her red hair away from her face.
Two beads of tears had crawled down her cheeks.
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Ginny woke the next morning in a strange room. It seemed like an ordinary guestroom, and yet several out-of-place things were in it, like several photographs of a silver-blonde woman that looked almost half-Veela. She was in several different poses, a smile that shone throughout every photo. Ginny was in a rather different state than happiness, however. Her head was aching with pain; her throat stung. She groaned and whimpered aloud. She had been drunk once again; and she was in somebody else's house.
Please, please, she hoped to herself. Please don't make it what I think it is...
She was startled when the door to the small, enclosed room swung open. Ginny furrowed her eyebrows at the agonizing headache and lifted herself up in a sitting position. The person that came in, peered into the doorway first before coming in. It was only seconds before she saw him. He was tall, who could easily tower over her. His traits were not unlike the woman in the photographs on the walls; he had identical gray eyes, and silver-blonde hair that hung over his forehead. He was extremely handsome, and his pale features added to this factor. He was wearing a black sweater and black pants underneath the silver robes that covered his lean body.
"You're awake?" he asked, his voice cold and expressionless.
Ginny's lips shifted as she looked down at what she was wearing. The same thing she had been wearing last night. Relief began to spread across her. Then, she looked up again, biting her lip shyly.
"Um...yes. What am I doing here?"
"You mean, you don't remember?" he asked in a bored tone.
"No," she prompted.
"Oh, the same old, same old. Drunk, wake up next night..." he said in a testing range of a voice.
Ginny felt her heart pound - how could he possibly know? No, he couldn't have...he couldn't have known what had happened four years ago...although Ginny felt a lump in her throat rise. He looked almost like Draco, but it was wishful thinking that it would ever be him.
"Who are you?" she asked suddenly.
He avoided her question easily. "I have some extra clothes for you - it's my mother's, but they'll fit you. Do you want me to help you get home? Or can you Apparate?"
Ginny raised an eyebrow. He seemed awfully insecure all of a sudden. His babbling made her vaguely suspicious, but she merely got up gracefully from her bed, her arms folded over her chest.
"I can Apparate...no need for the clothes, I am sorry for the trouble," she added, even though she had no idea what he had done to her...he seemed completely sincere, but that didn't mean much...
"No trouble," he retorted in the same cold, lazy tone of his.
Ginny reluctantly went toward him, not sure what to do. Pay him? Hug him? Shake his hand? She went for the second choice, wrapping her arms around him. She declined the urge to give a soft sigh as she felt the familiar warmth fill against her - how long had it been since she had been since she had hugged another boy like this? Her hands clutched the ends of his hair. Four years, a voice reminded her. She wrinkled her nose, widening her eyes. What the hell are you doing!? You can't hug a complete stranger just because you're pathetic! He stiffened, not returning the embrace. His hands were stonily at his sides, refusing to move. She let go quickly, offering him an embarrassed smile.
"Ummm, just ...to thank you."
"Your welcome," he replied curtly in the dead-prone voice.
Ginny waved, and Apparated instantly.
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Draco lay down on the floor, his mother's face smiling down at him from many photographs stuck to the wall. He looked away from her, his hands pondering the back of his hair. She had touched him here...he knew he was being pathetic, trying to get back something that had been over for years...but her touch still lingered there.
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Ginny turned the knob to her apartment, and opened it, walking to the bedroom. Not even caring to take off her clothes, she collapsed on the bed, knowing when she woke up again, she would probably not remember anything, or regret everything she had done for the last few hours. Her hands curled up by her side. She looked at her hands; something was stuck between her fingers. Frowning, she took it out. It was a single, strand of silver-blonde. She smiled timidly, looking at it.
It looks just like Draco's, she thought to herself. She peered at it, and felt a tingling run up her spine as she stared at it, leaping up from her bed in horror.
That's because it is...
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