Title: Shuffle

Challenge: Kore-of-Myth's Shuffle Challenge

Characters: Draco, Ginny/Harry, Bellatrix/Voldemort

Rating: T

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There is a Light That Never Goes Out - Anberlin (Smiths Cover)

Draco was alone, and he couldn't stand it.

He was rarely at home, if you could even call it that- this place where his mother cried and his father was disappointed in him and the silence was deafening except for the occasional sniff and stifled sob.

So he left at night, wandered in the darkened streets, around and under bridges. He made attempts to get somewhere, but it didn't work. He was stuck repeating this circuit of bars and wizard shops, most of which were closed and didn't want him in there, oh, no, a Malfoy and not even a good one at that.

He made some dark dealings in Knockturn Alley, selling things he found and buying things he didn't want. Something he shouldn't be a part of and his father would hate him more if he knew, but he didn't care or it didn't matter or something. He wasn't thinking.

But he always ended up drunk somewhere, the floor or the back of a pub, bottles of stale firewhiskey surrounding him and everyone giving him pitying sighs, and he couldn't move, he couldn't stop this.

He would get over it at some point, maybe.

But he liked being away from everything that was wrong.

The Summer Grof - The Spinto Band

Summer was the best time of the year for Ginny.

She could lounge in the house, occasionally doing chores but really just convincing Fred and George to flick their wands and do them for her so she could continue to be lazy on the couch or in her room.

She could go outside if she wanted, practice on her broom, catching apples and pretending they were the golden snitch.

And all this time she was thinking, imagining, dreaming. She couldn't lie, she was thinking of Harry.

Personal Jesus - Depeche Mode

Maybe something was wrong with Bellatrix.

Maybe this... allegience (if you wanted to phrase it politely) to the Dark Lord was a weird obession. He was something new and exciting and she was a part of it, and maybe she just liked the acceptance.

The more she thought about it, maybe she was doomed to obsess over everything in her entire life, and this was just a phase that was lasting a long, long time.

She was risking her life for this obession, though, maybe she was crazy.

But after awhile it was too deep a subject for her to ponder, and she decided to just let it be. He had carried her this far and he would keep leading her forward. This was the path to be on, this was the life she wanted.

The Dark Lord loved her, cared about her. He protected her, and she served him, his most faithful servant.

Her personal Jesus.