Her Hands, His Eyes
By Cassandra Sisenta
A/N: I think this is just…..weird!!!! Waaaaaah!! I don't know what has gotten into me when I wrote this. I don't know…desperation to finish maybe? I'm going to miss these ficlets!!!!! ^_^ Please tell me if it sucks! I really didn't know how to end this! Review!
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She looked down at her hands. They were small, pale, and cold from the harsh winter wind outside. Her hands were part of her body. She almost forgot about their existence most of the time.
Maybe because she just got so used with having them.
They were there when she was just a child, when she did simple and sometimes reckless things. She drew pictures, painted on her walls, climbed trees, picked up flowers, held a shopping basket for her Mum, made small figures on the ground with her fingers, kneaded dough, washed dishes, made snowballs to battle her brothers with—a lot of things that seemed so mundane then.
Her hands were held loosely in front of her as she looked at them now.
So many memories, both good and bad, filled her head now that involved her hands.
She held her Mum's hand in a tight squeeze when she first saw Harry Potter.
Charlie handed her a small silver necklace with a small emerald dragon as a pendant. She was transfixed and filled with delight as she watched it move lazily against the palm of her hand.
A fist rubbed a tearing brown eye. She was sitting in a corner of her dorms, crying and infuriated at Draco Malfoy for teasing her about her secret Valentine's Card for Harry Potter.
Her youngish hands gripped a simple black book, which when she opened, greeted her by saying, "Hello Ginny Weasley. My name is Tom Riddle".
She opened her eyes to the dark night, taking in her surroundings fearfully and seeing the dead chickens before her crouched knees. Their blood reddened her pale hands.
Harry Potter had saved her and they were flying towards the sky, her arms and hands gripping him tightly lest she fall. She had been so happy then.
Her knuckles were white as they were clenched tightly, but it was not because of the cold. The memories just kept on coming.
She had them held tightly against her chest, closing them together as if one would get away if she didn't.
Her hands clenched, terrified, against a hard chest as an equally hard kiss was placed on her lips.
Strong, muscled shoulders moved under the weight of her hands as her head lifted from a green silk pillow and she saw green velvet canopy and dark night and then an explosion of stars behind lowered eyelids.
A lock of white blond hair replaced behind an ear by her right hand as intense gray eyes stared down into her brown ones.
A black-gloved hand tentatively taking hers as the sun was setting in the horizon and the stars started to wake up.
He kissed her knuckles tenderly, his eyes on hers, assuring her that he'd be all right. He'd be back to take her in his arms after the holidays, she had thought.
Pale white skin was against a black velvet cloak. She was holding on to him and she was crying again. "Why Draco? Why?" Cold, gray eyes looked back at her indifferently, down at the delicate fingers that held him back. "You were just something to bide away the time, Virginia. It was fun while it lasted."
They were shaking now, her hands. She head was bowed and her hair covered her face. She was silent, but anyone who would see her would immediately see how bad she was quaking.
She was crying.
Her hands were wet with her tears.
Her hands that made her remember so much of the night that passed.
Her hand settled her against a tree. She was hiding. Two of them were talking over there. She had followed him when he slunk away from the castle.
She heard a scream. She hardly noticed that it was her own. Hard gray eyes that were so familiar, but not the ones she knew looked at her with hate and revulsion. Hands were viciously tangled on her long red hair. She tried to pull away, but she felt so weak, so helpless. "Weasley bitch…"
He was pulling her deeper into the dark forest, not stopping for anything. He had her hand clasped in a death grip as if vowing that he'd rather severe her hand than lose her. The moon shone through the gnarled branches of the tall trees. The moonlight glinted against his loose white blond hair that flew back as he ran with her. "How could you, Ginny? How could you?" His voice was frantic and frightened, nothing like she had ever heard before. His hand tightened even more on over hers, making her wince but she refused to cry out. "After I told you to stay away you should have! You don't know what you've done!"
"Ginny, go!" He tried to push her away, but she won't let go of his hand. He tried to pull away from her hold but she wouldn't allow him. "I'm staying with you!" He fixed on her an infuriated glare, his eyes turning molten silver; the emotions filling his face made him look more human and alive than she had ever seen him before. "Now is not the time to be stubborn!"
"DRACO!" There was an evil, green light. She had been pushed down onto the ground and she watched his body fall. Her eyes were wide, shocked. A hand had been coming toward her face instinctively in a gesture of grief shock. He fell with a solid thud.
Then there was nothing but silence.
His pale hand with his caressing slender fingers lay seemingly useless by his side. White blond strands contrasted with the ground. Gray eyes were half-lidded and empty. His gray eyes stared up at her when she looked frantically into them, searching for signs of life.
Eyes.
Gray eyes.
Cold, gray eyes.
Lifeless, cold, gray eyes.
Flashes. Images. Words.
Draco.
"You shouldn't be out here."
Cold gray eyes opened to the dark night to swerve to the side to the direction of the quaky voice.
Draco Malfoy narrowed his eyes at the diminutive figure of the Gryffindor prefect, Ginny Weasley who stood in the middle of the empty Hogwarts corridor.
"Well, well, well." He drawled, pushing off from the pillar that he had been leaning against. He approached her, his own cloak swishing against the floor. A predatory smirk was playing on his lips as he watched her back away. "If it isn't the red-haired angel coming down here to pierce the darkness and save us all."
Draco…
"It's dark here, little angel." He murmured quietly, privately, and caressingly. The back of his fingers trailed down the side of her face as he continued, "Who knows what might be about. No White Knight to rescue you here."
His fingers were cool and she trembled when they slipped down her neck and grazed her collarbone.
"Get your filthy hands off me." She managed to grasp out but unable to do a thing.
"I wonder." He drawled, continuing as if she never spoke at all. "Would he even come to rescue you again?"
And as unceremoniously, he crushed her against him and took her lips in his.
Draco?
His arms were around her possessively, but that was that.
"You're mine now."
She was nothing more but his possession.
She looked up and found her gaze met by cold gray eyes.
"Do you still want to be rescued?"
Her answer was a kiss.
Draco!
She stirred and she was awake, piercing him with her golden-brown gaze. She reached for him, pale pink skin gleaming on her outstretched arm.
She whispered his name.
"Draco."
He turned to her at the sound of his name. His gray eyes were fixed on her, amazing her at the change the darkness and their solitude's effect on him. His eyes weren't as hard as they always were. Does she dare to say that he looked almost…gentle?
She sighed as he captured her lips in his in a soft kiss, amazing her even more.
His fingers were entangled on her hair as his lips drifted to her cheeks, her forehead…
"Ginny…my Ginny…"
DRACO!
He was staring at her with such sincerity it was almost daunting.
He had her hand in his and he didn't break his stare even when he leaned down to kiss her knuckles. A lock of his white blond hair touched the tender skin of her hand.
His eyes held a promise.
I'll be back.
"DRACO!!"
He was looking at the sky. Looking right through her since he didn't see anything.
He was lying back against the earth and he wasn't saying anything.
His mouth was useless.
No voice.
No breath.
His eyes were not expressionless.
His eyes were always an icy gray when they beheld everything else, tinged maliciously with distaste and boredom.
With her, they had a certain softer, but nevertheless firm quality. They were always silver with sincerity and without doubt.
Now they were truly devoid of anything.
Not even non-expression could be the word to describe it.
It was nothing.
It was silver death.
"Draco….Draco….Draco…" She sobbed his name over and over, rocking back and forth, unmindful of the motherly arms that tried to comfort her.
Ginny, he's never coming back no matter how many times you call for him.
"Draco…I'm sorry…"
He won't hear you Ginny.
"Come back…Come back…"
Goodbye, Ginny…
"He shall be punished for associating with Muggle-loving filth!"
"Draco! Draco, answer me!"
Pain-filled gray eyes opened for a fraction as the pain continued to course through him.
What in the hell made you do this, you idiot? You Weasley-loving idiot?!
He closed his eyes and bit into his lip, drawing fresh blood.
He will not cry out.
He promised himself.
He concentrated on something else.
Red hair, pale skin, adorable freckles, chocolate brown eyes, smooth hands, warm curves, secondhand robes, a bright smile—
Draco…Gray eyes opened in a haze, images flashing before his eyes, a crooked smile on his face that his father never saw.
He chuckled bitterly, darkly
Dare I call it love?Pale hands catching tears.
A red-haired girl remembering a white-blond boy.
Gray eyes forever closed.
She was smiling at him impishly, teasingly
"You love me don't you, Draco Malfoy?"
Silence.
Yes.