Hush
By Diet Cigarette
Taking position in front of a large chrome mirror, Ginevra stared back upon her unrecognizable reflection. Long magenta locks curved around her shoulders, falling just shy of her breasts, whilst her once hazel eyes appeared dark and somber.
She tried smiling, her eyes squinting and her teeth baring in foney joy. She had to admit it felt awkward in some ways, her cheek muscles were unfamiliar with the motion after years of lacked expression.
With a sigh, she turned around in the full length mirror, running over he appearance once more, double checking for any flaws.
"Do you really reckon this'll work?" She questioned the uninterested man sitting on her bed just a few feet away.
"And if it doesn't?" He reasoned, staring out though the windows in which the moon could be shown, glittering brilliantly as it floated in the sea of black sky. The round and circular satellite shown through his eyes; a soft moonlit glow lighting his features.
"If it doesn't, then they'll know we're scheming," Ginevra replied, all knowingly with a slight irritation to his moment of ignorance.
"They already know we're going to come after them. The Dark Lord won't let Potter kill him without a fight, he's not a bloody bug about to be stepped on, Weasley," He snapped as he crossed his arms in impatience.
"And you think I don't know that?" She shot back, piercing her lips together as she turned around to face him, staring him down as he sat. She had to admit, this aggression in his voice was anything but aggravating. She enjoyed it, honestly; it reminded her of anger, and animalistic rage. Primal instinct, she figured, to defend oneself, even if just to defend himself in a minor argument.
She would never tell him that, however. He looked up to meet her glances, his blue eyes slightly scrunched with stubborn expression, and his lips pulled tight in arrogance. She felt the side of her lips curving into a smile, but she stopped herself; her fingers finding the hem of her printed t-shirt, fiddling with the stitches with anticipation.
She was going to see Remus tonight, and actually spend the night, in hopes that he would take them to see Harry in the morning. Harry, of course, would have Neville. Draco, early that morning, had got to dear idiotic Tonks before she had made a trip to the Ministry. He hadn't took the time to share the details, only that she put up a great deal of a fight in the middle of a muggle neighborhood.
"So where do I tell him I've been?" Ginevra questioned Draco, changing the subject towards the upcoming mission.
He sat still for a moment, in thought, "To see her, I mean, your father?"
"I suppose, I mean, Remus has only met Ted once, to my knowledge. He wouldn't ask to many questions, I suppose,"
"Just don't get too cozy," He reminded her, standing to his feet, now towering over her petite body with his tall and slender build.
"Are you implying that I'll sleep with him?" She raised her eyebrows in a less enthusiastic surprise.
"Are you implying that I'd care?" He replied mockingly, imitating her tone as his head bobbed slightly from side to side, further insulting her. She was unsure whether he was just acting in this sort as a maneuver to irritate her, or if he was actually irritated himself, at the fact that she was going to spend a few days with another man. She decided not to flatter herself, and just assume Draco was frustrated and using her as a victim.
She shook her head in disapproval, yet kept quiet, avoiding further argument. As she was readying herself to depart, Draco stood, reaching his arm behind his neck to massage gently.
"Oye, Weasley," He called, causing the Tonks-look-alike to turn around, her thin eyebrows raising in expectation of what he was going to voice.
"What is it?" She questioned, tapping her side with slight impatience.
"Don't forget, Lupin is going to be pissed. Tonks wasn't supposed to go out on her own," This comment caused her to crackle to herself, a small smirk appearing upon her face in disbelief.
"How cute," She commented, thoughts flooding her mind; how protective the little wolf was over his bitch.
Standing on the outside of a small flat, Ginevra twitched her nose, encouraging herself to go further. She was surprised she had even found the half-breeds residence; it was difficult, no doubt. An abundant number of charms had been cast, all in which she cracked in a matter of sleepless nights. If it hadn't been for her past acquaintance with the man, she wouldn't of had any hope at all.
A shame Remus always uses the same sequence of charms whilst casting protection charms. She would've half expected for ignorant Nymphadora to be bound down with countless spells, but she knew that the stubborn older woman would have none of that.
She placed her hand upon the icy doorknob, and twisted it, unlatching the opening mechanism. Pressing against it with incredibly uncertainty, she drew in her breath carefully and controlled. She hadn't seen this man in quite awhile, and though she had no fear over him; she feared the memories he would evoke in her.
Memories of Ginny. She would not lie to herself, sometimes, just sometimes she would always wonder what her life would be if she had not taken this path. Occasionally, she would even regret her decision, but quickly drew to the conclusion that she should not dwell on matters that had no significance now.
The aroma of pure vanilla filled her nostrils as she pushed forward, opening the door while she couldn't help but have an unusual knot in her chest area.
"Remus?" She called out, her voice matching the tone of her rival, Tonks. A simple charm that would last a few hours if done correctly. Her glamour charm, however, would hopefully last her a good while, and give any sign to dispersing.
She hear no response, and prayed that he would no be home at the moment. She had picked her arrival to his home carefully. She insisted that she arrive a few days before his transformation. Her would be too tired to try anything as couples do, and as soon as he was stuck away for a night, she would slip away.
Of course, Tonks wouldn't be coming back. Draco thought it amusing to keep her alive, just giving them that false sense of hope which they were so keen on always carrying with them. She thought it hopeless in every sense.
As the door swung open with a quick motion, she had a chance to take in every aspect of her temporary living quarters. Ginevra could only imagine how the two of them decorated their home; a wild woman trying to dress the décor with color, and a reserved old man wanting only the simplest of things.
There was a dark sofa set in the middle of the front room, surrounded by a matching set of purple suede armchairs, and two end tables, which were located on the side of each of the couch's arms. Everything about the room seemed the clash their two personalities into one. Perhaps it was the fact that there was a ancient rocking chair in the corner, sitting beside a glowing neon lava lamp.
She shook her head in disgust with a look of uncertainty washing over her face. Only a few days, She thought to herself, sickened upon the living conditions.
"Where've you been all night?" She heard a masculine voice questioned her, the sound coming from an ajar door in the corner, next to the glowing lamp.
"What do you mean, all night?" She snapped, slipping up. She was used to being snippy, and was definitely out of character at that moment. It was instinctive, though he was really talking to Tonks, Ginevra couldn't help but feel cornered. She would love nothing more than to yell and break the hybrid's heart, but that would have to be saved for later in the week, now, it was work.
An older man with sandy blonde hair appeared from around the corner, in a old fashioned shirt that she could've only assumed was made at least two decades ago. Gray hairs sprung at his hairline, and occurred more frequently around his ears. His haunting gray eyes were filled with hurt, and something more she could not put her finger on exactly.
"You said you were going to Ministry, or don't you remember?" He replied, in a very casually tone for such accusing words. His slacks were navy and straight, his brown suit shoes shining with polish. "You should've been back at 9, at the latest,"
"I went to my fathers afterwards," She retorted, her eyebrows furrowing with confusion written all over her face. Ginevra prayed that she was convincing, that he was convinced it was his beloved Tonks. She had never seen this side of Lupin before, he was always so quiet and reserved. This woman he had been seeing had truly brought something out in him.
"You've been at your fathers three times this week," His volume lowered as he plopped his aging figure upon the right armchair. Swinging his leg up and resting his elbow on the arm, he massaged his temples lightly as if in thought. "If you've been seeing…someone, then just come out with it."
She bit down upon her tongue, disgusted by the thoughts in her head. What exactly was she about to do? Show compassion for one of the men that hated Ginevra Weasley with such a passion for the past few years.
Walking towards him, she bent down placed her hand upon his back. "I wasn't going to tell you yet, " She lied, the words flowing out of her mouth without thought. She was purely improvising He tensed, only assuming her possible explanation. "He has cancer,"
"What?" He questioned, sitting up and looking up towards her. Their gaze met. She yearned to pull away, to break their locking eyes, but she knew she shouldn't or rather, couldn't. Her life depended upon this; getting to Harry, retrieving Neville. Her hollow insides could no longer feel the anticipation she once had for completing missions and making her superior pleased with her accomplishments.
"He's been sick for months now," She adjusted her expression to match the one of a mourning woman; one of unhappiness and lost hope. It was not difficult.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He said, standing up ahead of her, whilst taking his hands in her own. She felt a dry heave coming forward, but she inhaled and it was soon gone with the relaxation.
"I didn't need you sympathy, or anyone's for the matter," She explained, her palms, oddly enough, sweating just slightly. This felt disgusting, to show affection to him in her own little way. No matter how small the gesture, it still felt wrong, as if he were molesting her.
It was only their hands touching; how could she even bare a night alone, sleeping next to him? She knew nothing would happen. She simply would not allow such horrors.
"You could've at least come to me," He reasoned, his once jealous tone developing into a soft and tender. He drew her forward, taking her petite body into his arms. His scent was a distinctive pine aroma, she recognized
Ginevra didn't want to get too mushy, so avoiding more contact, she made the excuse that she needed to use the restroom. Pulling away, she looked around, heading towards the room that Remus had originally came from.
"Where are you going?" He chuckled, watching his thought to be girlfriend heading in the wrong direction. He thought it amusing, she thought it irritating.
"That bathroom,"
"That's the bedroom,"
She paused, piercing her lips together in thought of an excuse, "Well, of course, I wanted to take my shoes off," She quickly lied. Slipping Tonk's colorful sneakers off her feet, she quickly looked around. It was a small bedroom, which was almost vacant with the exception of a king sized bed propped against the wall. She frowned when the realization of her sleeping beside the wolf arose in her mind. Maybe if she busied herself as much as possible, he wouldn't bother her for something she definitely had no plans of giving.
She hadn't given her body to anyone. Anyone except Harry.
Oh, please review, won't you? 3 Okay, so guys, I'll admit it. I'm sort of making up this story as I go, I have no clue how to end this, or what is going to happen, lol. I feel unorganized, but it's sort of just coming to me as I write. All I ask if you stick with me and forgive my mistakes. J I'm in that DARK GINNY mood, since I'm writing in my pitch black room, with one candle and a storm crashing down upon my windows outside. :P
Okay, let's face it; Ginevra and Draco as going to get it on sometime. So I ask you; turn this fic to Mature or keep it clean? Give me your insight.
Sorry, but another note. She won't be a Remus's long, just a night so she'll soon be back in the arms of Draco, my lovelies.