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I don't know about you guys, but I'm really enjoying writing this, I've got ideas!
Aranel
(Draco's POV) Draco awoke (some days later) to white, white, and more… white. Why do they make these places white? He thought, irritated.
He was interrupted from his thoughts by a soft voice singing one of his favourite songs.
"Here the autumn ends bringing in the rain
The old chevy's dead they tried to fix it in vain
Elisa's got her first teeth, little Jimmy's getting strong
I'm learning guitar I almost know a song"
Draco closed his eyes in pain. His mother had loved this song. He opened them again, and looked around for the source. It was so beautiful.
He needed to find it. He looked over to the window, and saw her, leaning against the window, watching the storm outside. Ginny.
"I've found some chanterelle at the market this morning
I'd like to live in Rome, oh it would be such a good thing
Try to grow some flowers, the same I tried before
That's all for now
Oh yes je t'aime encore
But where are you
So far with no address
How's life for you
My hope is my only caress"
Draco took off the chain hanging around his neck, and resized his guitar. His instinct to play along to the song was of a second nature. He'd
known this song for years.
Ginny started as she heard the guitar, and she turned to face him. He smiled at her encouragingly, and gestured for her to continue.
"Finally cut my hair
I hear you say at last
It's been kind of strange but you see I survived
When I'm asked I go out, I dance all night and more
But when I dance
Je t'aime encore"
Draco closed his eyes, and his mind led him back to when he was a child. His mother, alive, healthy, watching him as he played the song for
the first time, with no mistakes.
"But where are you
So far with no address
How's life for you
Time is my only caress
Je t'aime encore
Just like an old fashioned song
And it burns in my soul, anything else seems to long
Oh more and more, it's strong as I can be
Oui je t'aime Encore
But you, you can not hear me"
He opened his eyes as he struck the last chord, and his eyes locked with Ginny's.
"I... I'm sorry Ginny," he said, and looked away, his eyes burning with shame. "I should have stopped him."
He felt a gentle touch on his arm, and looked back to find Ginny had moved, and was now standing next to the bed, looking at him.
"You did, Draco."
(Harry's POV) Harry stood outside the room, looking in. He watched, heart beating loudly. (A/N: Shortest POV ever:P)
(Draco's POV) Draco and Ginny walked around the lake to where Narcissa had been buried.
"Thank you so much Ginny, for bringing my mother with you when we escaped," he said, looking at her.
She smiled. "Don't worry about it Drake," she said, using his mothers old nickname for him, knowing how much he liked it. "Who knows what
kind of burial they would have given her? It just seemed like the right thing to do."
"Yes, but it must have been hard to apparate with two people besides yourself," he said.
"It wasn't too hard, but willpower will get you a long way. Like when you cast that spell with nothing but your body," she said, looking down
at the ground. "How'd you do it, anyway?"
Draco sighed. "I don't rightly know. I just…wanted to protect you. As Dumbledore said, I used a lot of my life force to do it, that's why I took
so long to recover fully. He says I may be able to learn to cast spells without a wand, but it will be hard training, and very few wizards have
managed to do it, many dying in the process."
Ginny looked up, alarmed. "People died?" she exclaimed. "You better not die, Drake, or I'll be very cross with you!"
Draco laughed, and hugged her quickly around the shoulders. "It's okay. Dumbledore will be with me, and my formal training will be done by
a ministry worker. Dumbledore says if I have the Talent, I shouldn't waste it."
"Talent?" She asked curiously. "What, being able to cast spells without a wand?"
"Yes, but there's more to it than that. If you have the Talent, it means the magic coursing through your veins is unusually strong. Used in the
right way, it can be more powerful than using a wand, because the magic doesn't need to go through a vessel, like a wand, or my guitar."
"Oh I get it," she said slowly. "Does that mean if you're successful you'll stop playing your guitar?" she asked anxiously.
Draco laughed. "Not a chance. I love my guitar too much."
Ginny smiled. "That's good. There's a lot of talent there, too."
The two walked on in silence, until they reached a little garden, with new plants just beginning to flower.
"This is where they buried her," Ginny said quietly. "They put some plants here, like you asked, but although Professor Sprout is good with
plants, she doesn't know much about these ones," she said, gesturing to the flowers and ferns that decorated the little walled garden. "I went
to a muggle shop and bought them, and the lady in the shop was very nice. She told me how to plant them, and stuff like that."
"How much did it cost you?" he asked her, concerned.
She blushed and looked away. "Not much."
He lifted his hand and turned her face gently towards him. "Come on Gin, you can tell me."
She sighed. "I traded three galleons at the bank, and that bought all of it."
He took his hand from her chin and reached into his pocket, pulling out five galleons. "Here," he said, and put them in her hand, and closed
her fingers over them.
"But… I just told you it was three," she said, confused. "I can't take this, it's yours," she added, trying to give it back to him.
"That's for all the effort you went to," he said gently, not taking back the money she held out. "Please. I want to thank you."
She sighed and pocketed the money. "Okay, but I was doing it for you, not for your money."
"I know," he said, smiling gently, and resized his guitar. "I think it's time to liven these plants up a bit, don't you think?" he added, and put
his hand on the guitar to think. What song would work, he wondered. Some songs work better than others, for things like this. He mentally
searched through all the songs he knew, discarding each one until he reached one he knew would work, having used it before for this
purpose.
He placed his fingers on the strings and closed his eyes, trying to remember the chords. It had been a while since he'd played it, but he knew
that if he remembered the first one, he would remember the rest. He smiled, and started playing.
(Ginny's POV)
"I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
Get your fill to eat but always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leaves you empty handed
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you'll give fate a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance"
Ginny watched, amazed. It was as if the plants were responding to his music. They were growing before her very eyes. A daffodil budded, and
burst into flower. Jasmine crawled up the walls, flowering all over the place. Violets spread, and Daisies reached towards the sun.
"I hope you dance
I hope you dance
I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances but they're worth taking
Loving might be a mistake but it's worth making
Don't let some helping heart leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out reconsider
Give the heavens above more than just a passing glance
When you get the choice to sit it out or to dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean
Whenever one door closes I hope one more opens
Promise me that you'll give fate a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
Dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
I pray you'll dance
I hope you dance"
By the time the Draco had finished the song, the garden was unrecognisable. Ginny stared, speechless at the little paradise Draco had just made.
"Wow, I didn't know you could sing," she said when she could speak once more.
"My mum taught me to sing, just like she taught me to play the guitar," he said, looking sadly at the inscription on the wall. The jasmine had
grown around it, leaving it free of any plants.
The inscription read:
Narcissa Malfoy,
May 21st, 1964- October 3rd, 2005
Loving mother
'Give wind and tide a chance to change'
I know, not much action in that chapter, but there were a few things I needed to explain.
The songs used were Je t'aime Encore by Celine Dion, and I hope you Dance by Ronan Keating.
PLEASE R&R!
Aranel