Angel of Music
By
Sannikex
Chapter Ten
Painting
A/N: Hi! This is rather short but I wanted to post it as a Valentine's Day gift. Frome me to you, I'll hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Harry Potter universe or Phantom of the Opera.
Breanna Senese: I thought it would be a bit special if she did apologize that way. I mean Draco seems like a person who does not care about simple "sorrys" since he don't ever apologize. Well, here comes how they patch it up! Really cute if you ask me. Hope I'll hear from you soon!
Jessica: Oh, good that you still like it! I do too, I enjoy writing it and it is becoming longer than I first thought. Thanks for the flattering review! Hope you will enjoy as usual.
Time seemed to stand still as the mirror glass creaked a bit and swung open. Ginny's breath got caught in her throat as she saw Draco in the opening. It looked like a painting. He was wearing black trousers, a white shirt and a black cloak. His hair was slightly tousled, like he had run his hand through it, his handsome face illegible and grey eyes serious. The gilded frame and dark background made him even more seem as an portrait of a king or prince a long, long time ago. It was that way she always would picture him when she looked back on this day.
Her questioning eyes met his and he held out his hand. For a moment the world was forgotten. They were only two friends who met again and not mortal enemies since birth.
Relived Ginny put her hand into his without hesitate.
Draco saw her through the mirror and for an unguarded moment one thought flew through his head. Beautiful, before composing himself and pushed the glass open. He heard her sharp intake of breath and thought that she had changed her mind when she once again faced the person she called her Angel. But her brown eyes just watched him in silent question and he offered her his hand. And once again her warm little one was put in his.
Ginny felt a jolt of a feeling she had never experienced before run through her as their hands connected. She looked down at the hand that could bring magic out of an instrument and with a shiver she realized that he could play on her too. Who had made her voice what it was if not he? She entwined their fingers so their palms were now pressed together and let her eyes met his again. She remembered that in the Entrance Hall she had briefly reflected over his nice eyes and now she saw that she had been right. Pools of silver with dark blue spots…
He tugged at her hand and she stepped into the mirror, not aware of that this tiny step would change her destiny. Draco led her to the ballroom and he was the first one to talk.
"You need to practise Wishing you were somehow here again´."
"Will you help me, Draco?" She said with a smile. His answer was to walk over to the piano and sit down. As he began to play Ginny felt the familiar shudder shoot from her neck down her spine. They were made for performing together.
Later, out on the balcony with millions of stars twinkling at them, illuminating their features dimly Draco asked her why she had come back.
"I realized that I needed you. I understood that you were more to me than a tutor. I realized that you were my best friend." Draco just stared at her, not able to come up with a cutting answer.
"Goodnight…" After a moments hesitation she added, "my Angel."
Sitting with his back leaning against the stonewall, his head buried in his hands, Ginny's words still ringing in his head "…my best friend." And damn him if the feeling was not mutual. He groaned, how the bloody hell had he become friends with a Weasley? And what would he do about it? Lifting his head so fast that it hit the wall with a thud he looked up at the sky.
Two years ago his father had been put in Azkaban and by that time Draco had been crueller than ever to everyone. But slowly he had understood that there was no one left to impress with his victories over Potter, no one to write about the first years he had tormented. There was no one left to rule his life, criticize how he thought, what he did, how he looked and how he talked. He had over a night become his own master. The day he saw that he had swore to never, ever have someone to call master. But now he actually missed to have someone who could tell him what to do, a person who knew something about friendships who could advise him at the moment.
Ginny sneaked back to the Gryffindor Tower furious at herself. What on earth had possessed her to tell him that? He may be Angel but he was also Draco Malfoy, who tomorrow would be incredibly smug. But still it had felt good to say it…maybe it was her bad conscious since the day in Hogsmeade when he had looked so alone…
The next morning on her way to breakfast a voice called after her, "Weasel!" With heavy heart she turned to face him.
"Yes, Malferret?" He motioned for her to follow him and earning weird glances she did. He brought her into a deserted classroom.
When she five minutes later emerged she was smiling widely.
There you go! I don't have time to write more today :( And don't worry; you will get to know what they talked about in the classroom.
