0_0 uuupdateeeeee (side note: i had a dream about zombies last night. hmm...)
jk rowling owns it allllllllllll
Draco was standing with his back towards the door to his tiny room and looking out his closed window. He smiled remembering the way it felt to fly through the air and he couldn't get itch to go again out of his head.
He ran a hand through his hair, now back to blonde, and a mother's voice tugged at his thoughts, telling him he needed to get it cut. He smiled imagining how Narcissa would fuss over his hair and make comments until he relented and let her cut it.
It was getting long he admitted, twirling a strand between his fingertips.
He remembered the feeling of Ginny ruffling his hair and he felt his stomach twist lightly. Draco dropped the strand from his fingers abruptly. He felt so damn confused about that girl it frustrated him to no end.
He hated her. That was it. But he liked kissing her. And he wasn't supposed to. He heaved a sigh of frustration as he thought of what she said last night about him asking for help.
He had asked for help. Her help and he got shut down. Something Draco wasn't used to but was becoming more familiar with everyday.
Normally he would have never taken what she told him last night lying down but like she said, he was just so tired of fighting. It seemed to him that the only reason why he still didn't like her was just based on the mere fact that he had always hated her and was supposed to.
Without any concrete reasons to hate her, his resolve was beginning to crack. He chuckled to himself. It had already begun to crack all those moths ago in the summer at St. Mungo's.
He rubbed the back of his neck. That memory seemed a lifetime ago.
His feelings toward her were shaken when she had rescued him. Risked her life to fly him all the way to Hogwarts. He calculated the distance and shuddered. He didn't know if he would have done the same for her.
In fact, back then, he probably wouldn't have. And that realization shocked him because it reminded him of the life he almost took and couldn't. It reminded him that he couldn't take a life even if he wanted to.
So why would he have left Ginny to die if she had been in his place?
He paced in his tiny room. So that's when he had shut himself off from her. Sending her owls back and ignoring her Patronus'. It tortured him to no end but he was bitter over his loss of speech and he had nursed that bitterness over the entire summer, allowing a darkness to settle over his heart.
But when she had walked in to see him during the Start of Term feast, her brilliant presence had slammed into that shadow catching him completely off guard.
And it was a feeling that he had grown to like after countless hours of tutoring. He had been totally without stimulation the entire summer and the year previous and this new burst of energy had begun to sustain him throughout the week.
It was something he thrived off of. It was intoxicating to be around someone so vibrant after almost two years of numbing solitude and he was unapologetic about the way he lapped her attention up.
But when she was brought into the hospital wing bleeding, Draco thought he was going to lose that light forever. And that was something he just couldn't live without.
The door opened behind Draco interrupting his thoughts and he froze, keeping his back to the sound, with his heart jumping in his chest, beating furiously with hope.
Ginny felt weak and knew she most likely looked pale after seeing Snape on his knees in front of Dumbledore's portrait.
The image was bursting in her mind and she was anxious to tell someone, she just didn't know who yet.
Clutching the broom afresh, Ginny had strode purposefully down the aisle of the wing, putting the event out of her mind and preparing herself for a brief, well-handled, interaction with Draco.
She opened the door, blushing that she forgot to knock, and was startled by the vision before her.
Draco was idly leaning against the far wall of his room gazing out the window, his back to her. His hair was back to it's normal brilliant blonde and it fell easily around his head, the long tips of the back barely brushing the top of his collar.
Ginny admired how his muscles shifted beneath his clothes that hung elegantly off his tall, powerful frame. Her eyes began to drift down somewhere near his bum when she remembered why she was there and snapped to attention.
"Hi," she squeaked. Nice one, Ginny, the girl berated herself.
Draco turned lazily, as if he simply couldn't be bothered to act surprised and raised his wand, smirking.
IT'S NOT THURSDAY YOU KNOW. SHOULD I GET YOU A CALENDER OR SOMETHING?
"Ha," was all Ginny managed before shoving the broom over to him. "I forgot to give this back to you."
He stepped forward and took it slowly, like he was inspecting it and Ginny winced. "I didn't ding it or anything. Same condition as last night I swe-" She stopped as he pushed the broom back into her hands.
"F-fo-ur y-oo," he wrestled out of his mouth. YOU LOOK SORE, YOU SHOULD PRACTICE MORE.
Ginny's eyes went wide. "I can't accept this," she stammered. "I won't accept this. I have a broom of my own…at home." She finished lamely.
Draco scoffed, leaning casually back against the wall and crossing his arms. EXACTLY. TAKE IT. I CLEARLY DON'T NEED TWO.
Ginny knew her mouth was opening and closing but she couldn't help it. She just couldn't think of another excuse for refusal. "But…" she tried.
Draco shook his head firmly and then backed away to lean against the far end of the window sill. The distance he put between them told Ginny his decision was final and that there was nothing she could do.
She stood there, fiddling with the twigs at the end of the broom, unsure of how to say what she wanted to say next.
ANYTHING ELSE? AS YOU KNOW, I HAVE A VERY BUSY SCHEDULE TO GET BACK TO.
"I just wanted to say," Ginny swallowed and rushed on. "That I'll help you!" She practically yelled.
She finally raised her eyes to meet his and was glad to see that they were wide with shock. She felt like she was in control.
Draco managed to control himself and his eyes settled back to their normal size.
"Well?" Ginny asked when he didn't say anything. Her control over the situation was slowly slipping away. She just wished she could know what he was thinking behind his gray eyes.
GOOD. I KNEW YOU'D COME AROUND EVENTUALLY. BEING A PATHETIC GRYFFINDOR AND ALL. He grinned and Ginny couldn't help it, she grinned back.
"That was pretty pathetic of me wasn't it?" she giggled slightly.
PRETTY MUCH, His grin grew wider.
Ginny exhaled the tension she had felt the entire day and invited her self to flop down on his neatly made be. "Fuck," she laughed. "Sorry, I've been off this entire morning, and I am pretty sore from the flight last…" she trailed off and looked up at Draco. "I'm sorry; you don't want to hear this." She stood and made for the door.
His movement she saw out of the corner of her eye stopped her and she turned. "What?" she asked, her voice sounding a little too breathy in her ears.
Draco quirked an eyebrow at her. NOTHING. JUST FIXING MY BED.
Ginny blushed as she realized that she had wrinkled it when she had sat down. "Oh," she ejected. "Sorry." She fled.
Draco glared at the wrinkles in his bed.
He hadn't been moving to fix them, Merlin he wasn't that much of a neat freak. He had been moving to…
What? He asked himself. Kiss her again? I know how she feels about that. A fucking joke.
Still, she had looked so beautiful when she had sat down. He smiled, allowing his mind to replay the moment in his head without thinking about how stupid he was being.
The gold and maroon rugby she was wearing brought out the color in her skin and the light from his window had caught her hair just so…
Draco felt like slapping himself.
Get a bloody grip.
He left his sheets the way they were, a molding in fabric of her body that he would keep for just a bit longer. A reminder of her happiness and the light that he was so addicted to.
Ginny almost ran back to the Gryffindor common room, taking an alternate route so she wouldn't have to pass the classroom she saw earlier. She knew the urge to go inside to see Dumbledore's portrait would be too great for her to ignore.
Yelling out the password, Ginny flew through the portrait hole and pounded the stairs to the boys dormitory taking two at a time. She burst into Neville's room.
"Neville!" She cried.
The seventh year sat up in bed, mortified. "What do you want?" he cried back, clutching his sheets to his chin.
Ginny ignored his embarrassment and walked up to his bed.
Seamus sat up across the room and rubbed sleepy eyes. "Good Merlin, Ginny, do you know what time it is?"
"Hush, Seamus, this is important." Ginny started pacing. She couldn't stay still as she relayed to the only two boys left in the dormitory the story of Snape and the portrait.
The boys' mouths were hanging open when she finished. "Blimey," was all Seamus said.
Ginny looked expectantly at Neville. "This is good, right? Snape is good. Do you have any idea what this means? This changes everything!" She shouted, making Seamus and Neville jump.
"Blimey," Seamus said again.
Ginny sighed, exasperated. "The question is now…"
She was cut off by Neville. "What are we going to do about it?"
The three thought in silence, Ginny started pacing again until she felt something click in the back of her mind. She knew what she needed to do.
Setting her jaw she turned towards Neville. "I have to get into really big trouble," she grinned, her cheeks flushing with excitement.
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