Drinny FF
Chapter 20
I awoke in darkness, a heavy weight lifting off my chest as I stirred. It took me a moment to orient myself, the room coming into focus slowly. I was in Draco's quarters, tucked under soft blankets, but something else caught my eyes – a warm presence besides me.
Turning my head, I saw Draco sprawled out on the floor, his back resting against the edge of the bed, his hand clutching mine.
He looked peaceful, his features relaxed in sleep, but the sight of him there, so close yet so far, stirred a wave of emotions within me. The panic from earlier felt like a distant memory, but a different kind of heaviness settled in its place – one that I had carried with me for a very long time.
Taking a deep breath, I gently squeezed Draco's hand, my heart aching as I pulled myself up to sit against the headboard. The movement roused him, and his eyes fluttered open, revealing a mix of confusion and concern as he met my gaze.
Draco: Ginny? You okay?
I hesitate for a moment, caught in the warmth of his gaze and the way he looked at me as If I were the most important thing in the world.
Ginny: Yeah, I'm okay.
Draco: No, you're not. Last night, you were…
Ginny: I know. And I'm so sorry about that. I've just been dealing with some stuff.
Draco stood up and I could sense frustration and anger in his movement. His back was turned to me.
Draco: You always say that.
He turned to me, piercing through my soul with his eyes.
Draco: But you never tell me… the stuff. I mean don't you think I've noticed?
Ginny: Noticed what?
Draco: Well, I don't know, maybe the way your smile disappears the moment you think people aren't looking, or the way you're on the astronomy tower every single night getting high. And maybe, just maybe, the way you have to take a deep breath before you start eating or the way your hands shake when you try to write.
Ginny: Draco, I came here to apologize, not talk about my fucking problems.
Draco: Well, maybe, you fucking should! Maybe you should talk about them because you're not okay, Ginny.
My jaw clenched. Who the fuck did he think was?
I stoop up, collecting my wand off the bedside table.
Draco: Ginny…
Without looking back, I walked away and slammed the door shut.