Words - 299 [excluding prompt]
Rating - PG13
Warnings - Angst
Prompt - "The myriad of emotions that raged through her were almost too much to bear; wet, his hair looked more silky than usual, like a dusting of color on molten silver, and she tried to crush her sobs as the rain came down around them, and the drops chilled her to the bone."
#6 – SILVER, MERCURY, SILK, RAIN
They had both known it was coming from the very beginning – neither denying it, even preferring to frequently remind themselves of what they must anticipate. Ginny, in particular, had thought herself entirely prepared for this moment, and hadn't felt any hesitation during the long hours spent preparing for their departures – until now.
They stood outside, in the growing storm, thunder booming overhead, mere seconds away from parting – and suddenly it hit her, leaving her winded and dizzy. Draco stood there, tall and strong, the sharp, angularly beautiful features she had always admired set in a neutral expression, which melted into confusion and concern as her sudden, choking sob sounded next to him.
He turned to her. "Ginny, what is it-?"
Love; that was this feeling, sudden and strong, and utterly hopeless. The deepest affection she had ever known, like a bolt from the raging sky above; which, with another distant rumble of thunder, opened up on their heads, drenching them with freezing water. Draco glanced up in annoyance, shifting in his expensive cloak, and Ginny pressed a hand to her mouth, swallowing hard. The feelings: sudden affection, love, desire; need – rendered her incapable of speech, even as Draco leaned down, mercury eyes beseeching her to explain.
The myriad of emotions that raged through her were almost too much to bear; wet, his hair looked more silky than usual, like a dusting of color on molten silver, and she tried to crush her sobs as the rain came down around them, and the drops chilled her to the bone.
"Ginny?" he tried again, but Ginny just shook her head, pressing her hand harder against her lips, shoulders shaking and whole body tensed with the effort to not take that one necessary step, cross the mere inches to be at his side, put her hands on those defined cheekbones and pull him down to her, melt into his silver and mercury and silk and just stay there and forget about the world.
"No," she choked out, squeezing her eyes shut and forcing a step back, each raindrop like ice. "Go. Go, Draco."