When I can't see your face
A/N: A warning, you might have no idea what's happening in the beginning but as you read on you'll start to understand. Oh and yes, VERY IMPORTANT; Ginny is 19 here and Draco is 20. Jolly good! Well, that's all I got to say for now. Enjoy the story! And please review.
Disclaimer: Nothing you recognize here is mine. It belongs to J. K Rowling. Got that?
Chapter One; 'Damn him for being there, when I needed him the most'
'Fine! Go you fucker! Do you think I care if you leave?! I don't you bastard. GO!' Ginny screamed, her chest huffing up and down as she caught her breath. Her face was tear streamed and her eyes red from crying.
Draco stared at the red head and grabbed his coat from the floor, dusting off the pieces of glass that had landed on his jacket when Ginny had thrown the lamp at the wall in anger. His heart broken in a million peaces, yet not a single tear dared stream down his cheeks.
'Virginia, I promise, you'll go to sleep tonight and tomorrow when you wake up I'll seem so far away, it will be like none of this happened'
This made Ginny even angrier. How dare he think she would ever forget about him? Even after all he had done to her that place in her heart would never be filled by any other. It made Ginny so angry in fact that as Draco leaned into her for the last kiss he would ever give her she slapped him and turned away.
He held his sore cheek.
'Ginny please-'
'JUST GO!!!! GO!!! GO!!!' She screamed, bulging and crying as she collapsed on the couch just wanting this moment to end. She needed for the pain to go away.
Draco knew it was no use. He kissed the top of her head and whipped a tear off her cheek. He then grabbed his bag; flung it over his shoulder, and with one more backward glance at a crying Ginny, walked through the threshold of the door into the dark, wet streets. A single tear trickled down his cheek.
Ginny looked up at the door that Draco had just gone through. She stared around their empty room. Next to her laid half a photo of what use to be Draco and herself in a happy embrace, now just Draco, looking for his missing Ginny. It seemed that someone had torn the picture in two, probably herself as she threw an angry fit. She held it in her hands; she could feel the pain of it all build up inside her. Just like her life, the Draco in this picture leaned glumly against the frame of the picture, looking up at Ginny as if questioning her where she had gone. She threw the picture across the room violently. The site of Draco hurt her heart. The last of her tears fell from her cheeks. No, she wasn't going to cry anymore. She was going to do exactly what he had wanted her to do. She was going to go to sleep, and when she awoke, he would seem very far away and start a new life as if this had never happened. But deep inside she knew she wouldn't let him go.
* * *
Ginny groaned and turned as the sun hit her face. She opened her eyes and for a few magical, wonderful moments, she couldn't remember all that had happened. She was convinced that Draco held her in his muscular, strong arms. She was sure she could feel his soft warm breath on her neck. But reality soon washed over her like sheets of ice and she felt cold and bare. She turned and found no Draco, simply a destroyed room, broken things all over the floor, shattered memories littering her mind.
She got up and looking around grabbed some clothes, books, tooth brush, other necessities and stuffed them all into her bag, all the while refusing to let any emotion enter her body. She wasn't strong enough to handle that. She grabbed the muggle phone and called her mother Molly who didn't need an explanation to her daughters sobbing and told her that she was welcome to come back to the Burrow for as long as she wanted to stay.
Ginny stuffed the last of her things in her bag and sighed. She walked over to the door and took a last glance at her apartment. Something wouldn't let her walk out the door; it had caught her eye holding her, keeping her from leaving this life once and for all. The picture of the lonely Draco lay on the ground in a corner opposite the couch. Ginny walked back into the room and picked up the photo, tucking it securely into her jacket pocket.
'Im sorry Draco hunny, Im just not ready to forget you yet,' she whispered.
And so Ginny left, leaving all the shattered lamps and memories behind. But his touch still remained with her, the one thing she could not leave; that tingling sensation that had once been such a comfort.
It was half an hour later, driving in the pouring rain that Ginny reached the train station. If you had been able to look into her eyes that day, you would have seen nothing. No emotion, no drive, nothing. In fact, Ginny was stunned when she found herself sitting in an empty compartment on the train, heading towards the Burrow.
She sighed and leaned her cheek against the cold window wrapping her beige cloak tighter around her body. 'It had seemed so real, so true.' She thought. She watched as the last of the cities buildings rushed out of view and beautiful country side appeared all slightly deformed by the heavy rain pounding on the surface of the glass.
'It had been a day just like this,' Ginny said to no one in particular, 'on the Hogwarts express that June on the way home, damn him for being there, damn him.' Ginny sighed once more and now leaned her head on the back of her seat. She remembered, and she knew she would never forget, no matter how hard she tried, the memories would never escape her. How it had all started on the ride back home from Hogwarts at the end of her sixth year.
* * *
b'I'm sorry Ginny,' Harry sheepishly looked down at the ground away from Ginny's tear bearing eyes. 'You knew it wasn't working between us too, I know you do.'
Ginny sighed and whipped a tear from her eye. She had known it from the beginning of sixth year, since Harry had asked her for that first date that it would never work, the way he pushed her away from everything in his life. He simply had no time for her, and she couldn't stand him and his scar. Yet, she couldn't help but shed the tears coming from her eyes.
'Right, Harry. I understand. See you then.have a nice life' she managed to say coldly.
Harry looked up at her beautiful face. Even with tear strained eyes she looked so beautiful, she held so much innocence. Her red curls falling gently upon her tear stained cheeks. Her brown warm eyes filled with a pain such a young and innocent one shouldn't ever feel. Even as Ginny began walking to the door Harry couldn't move. He just sat there stupidly looking up at her, unable to say another word.
Ginny slid the glass door and stepped into the wet hallway. It was a horribly rainy day and the shoes of students had caused the carpets to become slippery and mushy. Ginny felt horribly depressed and crushed. She just needed to cry. Get it all out. But not where he could see her. She needed to go somewhere private, like the ladies room.
She reached the washroom almost drowned in tears her heart threatening to break in two. She closed the door behind her and collapsed onto the floor, bursting into tears, letting them flow freely out of her eyes.
'Weasley?' A harsh voice came from somewhere in front of her. She swallowed the rest of her tears. Sniffing as she looked up to see who had said that. Her vision was horribly fuzzy; all she made out was a male.
'Who, who are you?' she asked, sniffing.
'Blind as well as poor Weasel?' Well now it was obvious.
'Malfoy, what are you doing in the girls washroom?' she demanded, clearing her face of tears now. Embarrassed to have let Malfoy see her cry.
'My dear, this is the boys' washroom. You're just lucky I was just finished, or maybe you wanted to see a little something?' he smirked.
She tried to think of a comeback but she couldn't resist the tears building up behind her eyes. She began to cry franticly, cupping her hands to her face.
'Weasley! Stop that!' Malfoy walked over to Ginny's side. He didn't like to see girls cry.
'What's wrong?' he demanded. 'Let me guess, Potter?' he said in a mocking voice. This was a subject he often chose to tease the youngest Weasley about. At the mention of his name Ginny began to cry harder. She was kneeling now, her head against the wall.
'Don't tell me you're all P.M.S-y' he joked. She stared at him, tears slipping down her cheeks. Malfoy was sure she would give him a sneer, a punch, a sly remark at least. He was surprised when she closed her eyes and rested her head oh his shoulder. He was about to push her away but he realized he didn't really mind. It was awkward, but not horrible. When he didn't pull away, Ginny sank her head deeper into his shoulder, which she found very comforting, and sulked her little heart out. As Ginny clung onto Draco's shoulder he noticed that she smelt slightly of roses and cinnamon, a strange yet, very sweet smelling combination.
Neither of them knew how long they were there. Departing was more awkward than anything. She had stopped sulking; feeling quite childish and he just stared at her as she got up and opened the door.
'If you ever tell anyone Weasel-' Draco half managed to say in shock.
'Thanks,' she whispered as she shut the door, so softly that Draco wasn't really sure he had hear that.
She didn't see Draco for the rest of the trip, and she certainly would never see him again, after all he was graduating. So Ginny tried not to over think this. It had been something strange that had happened. She had seen the devils human side if it was possible, something even rarer than finding a Crumple-Horned Snorkak.
The fact of the matter was, he had been there for her, when none of the wonder trio could have been. He was there. Ginny sat back down in an empty compartment and took to looking out the window, thick droplets hitting the glass pains.
'Miss.MISS!'
huh?/b
* * *
'MISS!' Ginny awoke with a start and found a rather bold fat man standing over her. She rubbed her eyes with her hands and her vision slightly cleared.
'Yes?' she asked through a loud yawn.
'Miss, this is the last stop, you gotta get off,' the fat man seemed annoyed and tired.
'Oh, I must have fallen asleep!' Ginny muttered as she reached for her bag and the fat man disappeared through the door.
As she stepped onto the platform she immediately spotted.(now you think I'm going to say Draco don't you?) She spotted her mother whom raced towards her, letting Ginny's head collapse on her shoulder and cry.
'It's alright Ginny,' Molly whispered as she held her daughter and led her to a brand new Ford Angelina. 'It's all over, your home now.'
Ginny whipped a tear from her eye as she sat beside her mother. Her hair was wet and plastered to her head as a result of the rain, droplets slipping down her cheeks. She put her hand in her jacket pocket and extracted the photo of Draco, running a finger across his cheek.
'It's all over,' she whispered as she placed the photo back in her pocket, 'all over.'
bEnd of chapter one./b
A/N: So this is the end of the first chapter. Before I go on I have to know.any good? Should I bother continuing or leave it as is? It's a different way of approaching G/D. Tell me what you think.please review! Thanks! Oh ya.and does anyone happen to know what the British call the washroom? I wasn't sure what to write. :)
A/N: A warning, you might have no idea what's happening in the beginning but as you read on you'll start to understand. Oh and yes, VERY IMPORTANT; Ginny is 19 here and Draco is 20. Jolly good! Well, that's all I got to say for now. Enjoy the story! And please review.
Disclaimer: Nothing you recognize here is mine. It belongs to J. K Rowling. Got that?
Chapter One; 'Damn him for being there, when I needed him the most'
'Fine! Go you fucker! Do you think I care if you leave?! I don't you bastard. GO!' Ginny screamed, her chest huffing up and down as she caught her breath. Her face was tear streamed and her eyes red from crying.
Draco stared at the red head and grabbed his coat from the floor, dusting off the pieces of glass that had landed on his jacket when Ginny had thrown the lamp at the wall in anger. His heart broken in a million peaces, yet not a single tear dared stream down his cheeks.
'Virginia, I promise, you'll go to sleep tonight and tomorrow when you wake up I'll seem so far away, it will be like none of this happened'
This made Ginny even angrier. How dare he think she would ever forget about him? Even after all he had done to her that place in her heart would never be filled by any other. It made Ginny so angry in fact that as Draco leaned into her for the last kiss he would ever give her she slapped him and turned away.
He held his sore cheek.
'Ginny please-'
'JUST GO!!!! GO!!! GO!!!' She screamed, bulging and crying as she collapsed on the couch just wanting this moment to end. She needed for the pain to go away.
Draco knew it was no use. He kissed the top of her head and whipped a tear off her cheek. He then grabbed his bag; flung it over his shoulder, and with one more backward glance at a crying Ginny, walked through the threshold of the door into the dark, wet streets. A single tear trickled down his cheek.
Ginny looked up at the door that Draco had just gone through. She stared around their empty room. Next to her laid half a photo of what use to be Draco and herself in a happy embrace, now just Draco, looking for his missing Ginny. It seemed that someone had torn the picture in two, probably herself as she threw an angry fit. She held it in her hands; she could feel the pain of it all build up inside her. Just like her life, the Draco in this picture leaned glumly against the frame of the picture, looking up at Ginny as if questioning her where she had gone. She threw the picture across the room violently. The site of Draco hurt her heart. The last of her tears fell from her cheeks. No, she wasn't going to cry anymore. She was going to do exactly what he had wanted her to do. She was going to go to sleep, and when she awoke, he would seem very far away and start a new life as if this had never happened. But deep inside she knew she wouldn't let him go.
* * *
Ginny groaned and turned as the sun hit her face. She opened her eyes and for a few magical, wonderful moments, she couldn't remember all that had happened. She was convinced that Draco held her in his muscular, strong arms. She was sure she could feel his soft warm breath on her neck. But reality soon washed over her like sheets of ice and she felt cold and bare. She turned and found no Draco, simply a destroyed room, broken things all over the floor, shattered memories littering her mind.
She got up and looking around grabbed some clothes, books, tooth brush, other necessities and stuffed them all into her bag, all the while refusing to let any emotion enter her body. She wasn't strong enough to handle that. She grabbed the muggle phone and called her mother Molly who didn't need an explanation to her daughters sobbing and told her that she was welcome to come back to the Burrow for as long as she wanted to stay.
Ginny stuffed the last of her things in her bag and sighed. She walked over to the door and took a last glance at her apartment. Something wouldn't let her walk out the door; it had caught her eye holding her, keeping her from leaving this life once and for all. The picture of the lonely Draco lay on the ground in a corner opposite the couch. Ginny walked back into the room and picked up the photo, tucking it securely into her jacket pocket.
'Im sorry Draco hunny, Im just not ready to forget you yet,' she whispered.
And so Ginny left, leaving all the shattered lamps and memories behind. But his touch still remained with her, the one thing she could not leave; that tingling sensation that had once been such a comfort.
It was half an hour later, driving in the pouring rain that Ginny reached the train station. If you had been able to look into her eyes that day, you would have seen nothing. No emotion, no drive, nothing. In fact, Ginny was stunned when she found herself sitting in an empty compartment on the train, heading towards the Burrow.
She sighed and leaned her cheek against the cold window wrapping her beige cloak tighter around her body. 'It had seemed so real, so true.' She thought. She watched as the last of the cities buildings rushed out of view and beautiful country side appeared all slightly deformed by the heavy rain pounding on the surface of the glass.
'It had been a day just like this,' Ginny said to no one in particular, 'on the Hogwarts express that June on the way home, damn him for being there, damn him.' Ginny sighed once more and now leaned her head on the back of her seat. She remembered, and she knew she would never forget, no matter how hard she tried, the memories would never escape her. How it had all started on the ride back home from Hogwarts at the end of her sixth year.
* * *
b'I'm sorry Ginny,' Harry sheepishly looked down at the ground away from Ginny's tear bearing eyes. 'You knew it wasn't working between us too, I know you do.'
Ginny sighed and whipped a tear from her eye. She had known it from the beginning of sixth year, since Harry had asked her for that first date that it would never work, the way he pushed her away from everything in his life. He simply had no time for her, and she couldn't stand him and his scar. Yet, she couldn't help but shed the tears coming from her eyes.
'Right, Harry. I understand. See you then.have a nice life' she managed to say coldly.
Harry looked up at her beautiful face. Even with tear strained eyes she looked so beautiful, she held so much innocence. Her red curls falling gently upon her tear stained cheeks. Her brown warm eyes filled with a pain such a young and innocent one shouldn't ever feel. Even as Ginny began walking to the door Harry couldn't move. He just sat there stupidly looking up at her, unable to say another word.
Ginny slid the glass door and stepped into the wet hallway. It was a horribly rainy day and the shoes of students had caused the carpets to become slippery and mushy. Ginny felt horribly depressed and crushed. She just needed to cry. Get it all out. But not where he could see her. She needed to go somewhere private, like the ladies room.
She reached the washroom almost drowned in tears her heart threatening to break in two. She closed the door behind her and collapsed onto the floor, bursting into tears, letting them flow freely out of her eyes.
'Weasley?' A harsh voice came from somewhere in front of her. She swallowed the rest of her tears. Sniffing as she looked up to see who had said that. Her vision was horribly fuzzy; all she made out was a male.
'Who, who are you?' she asked, sniffing.
'Blind as well as poor Weasel?' Well now it was obvious.
'Malfoy, what are you doing in the girls washroom?' she demanded, clearing her face of tears now. Embarrassed to have let Malfoy see her cry.
'My dear, this is the boys' washroom. You're just lucky I was just finished, or maybe you wanted to see a little something?' he smirked.
She tried to think of a comeback but she couldn't resist the tears building up behind her eyes. She began to cry franticly, cupping her hands to her face.
'Weasley! Stop that!' Malfoy walked over to Ginny's side. He didn't like to see girls cry.
'What's wrong?' he demanded. 'Let me guess, Potter?' he said in a mocking voice. This was a subject he often chose to tease the youngest Weasley about. At the mention of his name Ginny began to cry harder. She was kneeling now, her head against the wall.
'Don't tell me you're all P.M.S-y' he joked. She stared at him, tears slipping down her cheeks. Malfoy was sure she would give him a sneer, a punch, a sly remark at least. He was surprised when she closed her eyes and rested her head oh his shoulder. He was about to push her away but he realized he didn't really mind. It was awkward, but not horrible. When he didn't pull away, Ginny sank her head deeper into his shoulder, which she found very comforting, and sulked her little heart out. As Ginny clung onto Draco's shoulder he noticed that she smelt slightly of roses and cinnamon, a strange yet, very sweet smelling combination.
Neither of them knew how long they were there. Departing was more awkward than anything. She had stopped sulking; feeling quite childish and he just stared at her as she got up and opened the door.
'If you ever tell anyone Weasel-' Draco half managed to say in shock.
'Thanks,' she whispered as she shut the door, so softly that Draco wasn't really sure he had hear that.
She didn't see Draco for the rest of the trip, and she certainly would never see him again, after all he was graduating. So Ginny tried not to over think this. It had been something strange that had happened. She had seen the devils human side if it was possible, something even rarer than finding a Crumple-Horned Snorkak.
The fact of the matter was, he had been there for her, when none of the wonder trio could have been. He was there. Ginny sat back down in an empty compartment and took to looking out the window, thick droplets hitting the glass pains.
'Miss.MISS!'
huh?/b
* * *
'MISS!' Ginny awoke with a start and found a rather bold fat man standing over her. She rubbed her eyes with her hands and her vision slightly cleared.
'Yes?' she asked through a loud yawn.
'Miss, this is the last stop, you gotta get off,' the fat man seemed annoyed and tired.
'Oh, I must have fallen asleep!' Ginny muttered as she reached for her bag and the fat man disappeared through the door.
As she stepped onto the platform she immediately spotted.(now you think I'm going to say Draco don't you?) She spotted her mother whom raced towards her, letting Ginny's head collapse on her shoulder and cry.
'It's alright Ginny,' Molly whispered as she held her daughter and led her to a brand new Ford Angelina. 'It's all over, your home now.'
Ginny whipped a tear from her eye as she sat beside her mother. Her hair was wet and plastered to her head as a result of the rain, droplets slipping down her cheeks. She put her hand in her jacket pocket and extracted the photo of Draco, running a finger across his cheek.
'It's all over,' she whispered as she placed the photo back in her pocket, 'all over.'
bEnd of chapter one./b
A/N: So this is the end of the first chapter. Before I go on I have to know.any good? Should I bother continuing or leave it as is? It's a different way of approaching G/D. Tell me what you think.please review! Thanks! Oh ya.and does anyone happen to know what the British call the washroom? I wasn't sure what to write. :)