Santa Monica by HavaBisqitPotter

Rating: R
Genres: Angst
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 6
Published: 14/07/2006
Last Updated: 14/07/2006
Status: Completed

When Ginny Weasley runs away from home, she receives help from the most unlikely person.
One-shot.




1. Santa Monica
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This is a one shot angst ridden Draco/Ginny story (my first) that I wrote after listening to
Santa Monica by Theory of a Dead Man. Read, enjoy and reply, please!

~meg

Santa Monica

By Meg (HavaBisqitPotter)

www.portkey.org

**Synopsis:** Ginny Weasley left her family to be with the love of her life. But she soon
finds that her relationship with Draco will be tested… in more than one way. One Shot.

**Rating:** R for sexual content and language.

**Disclaimer:** I’m a seventeen-year-old girl from Oklahoma with no money and no life. I’m
not married, I don’t have children, and I don’t have millions and millions of dollars in the bank
from writing six books. (Albeit, I still think the sixth was penned by a ghost writer.) And, trust
me, if I were JKR, Harry and Hermione would have been snogging since book one. That being said… You
should know that no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. And, I don’t own the song
either.

**Dedication:** For Jess, the newly corrupted Pumpkin Pie-r/Portkey obsessed worker at
George‘s (hahaha… Milky Ways…).

The Lyrics

“Santa Monica”

Theory of a Dead Man

“She fills my bed with gasoline

You think I would have noticed

Her mind’s made up

The love is gone

I think someone’s trying to show us a sign

That even if we thought it would last

The moment would pass

My bones will break and my heart will give

Oh, it hurts to live

“I remember the day when you left for Santa Monica

You left me to remain with all your excuses for everything

I remember the time when you left for Santa Monica

I remember the day you told me it’s over

“It hurts to breathe

Every time that you’re not next to me

Her mind’s made up

The girl is gone

And now I’m forced to see

I think I’m on my way

Oh, it hurts to live today

Oh, and she says ‘Don’t you wish you were dead like me?’

“I remember the day when you left for Santa Monica

You left me to remain with all your excuses for everything

I remember the time when you left for Santa Monica

I remember the day you told me it’s over

“I wanted more than this
I needed more than this
I deserve more than this
But it just won't stop, it just won't go away
I needed more than this
I wanted more than this
I asked for more than this
But it just won't stop, it just won't go away

“I remember the day when you left for Santa Monica
You left me to remain with all your excuses for everything
I remember the time when you left it all behind
I remember the day you told me it's over

I remember the day when you left for Santa Monica
You left me to remain with all your excuses for everything
I remember the time when you left for Santa Monica
I remember the day you told me it's over”

Ginny Weasley decided to run away from home after a particularly nasty row with her family. It
wasn’t fair that she wasn’t allowed to join the Order just because she *happened* to be a girl
and the youngest of the Weasleys. So, in usual Ginny fashion, she had pouted, stomped up the stairs
to her bedroom and stewed, waiting for them all to march their arses up the stairs and apologise to
her. After she had been alone for five hours (with only the exception of her mother knocking on her
door and telling her that if she wanted dinner she would come down just like a normal person,
because they *were not* going to baby her anymore, Ginevra Anne Weasley!), Ginny had decided
that she had to act out. She had to rebel. She had to *get out.*

She had thrown an extra set of clothes in her pack and snuck out of the front door just before
two in the morning, after she had lain in bed for hours waiting for the snores to come from her
parents’ and Ron’s rooms. She slipped out quietly and headed towards Ottery St. Catchpole. She was
in the middle of a huge moor and had been walking for almost three hours when she realised the
weight of her decision. She sat down right in the middle of the field and fought back her
tears.

Here she was, an underage witch that had just run away from her home for no good reason.
“Fuck…”

“Hey, Red,” said a cool voice from beside her.

She jerked her head up and recoiled when she saw who the voice belonged to. “Malfoy…” she hissed
through gritted teeth.

Draco snickered and waved at the moor they were sitting in the middle of. “What the fuck are you
doing, Red?”

Ginny crossed her arms over her chest. “I could ask you the same question. Trying to kill the
headmaster won’t exactly make you head boy.”

Draco shrugged. “He was a git.”

“Why didn’t you do it?”

He chuckled coolly. “If I told you, I’d have to kill you.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Could it be that you have a heart?”

“Not even close.”

Ginny shifted uncomfortably in the grass as his icy eyes stared into hers. Why was she finding
herself *attracted* to Draco Malfoy just because he was staring at her? She cleared her
throat. “Why are you talking to me?” she asked. “I’m a blood traitor… Shouldn’t you be calling your
friend Voldy?”

He leaned on the table. “I’ve come to persuade you, Red… You’ve just run away from home… Where
do you intend to go?”

“Well, I had…” Ginny stammered, before meeting his steely gaze.

“You Gryffindors are all alike,” he snorted. “You have the guts to do anything, but you don’t
have the brains to think out a rational plan before you do… Red, I can offer you protection.”

She snorted. “You’re joking.”

He rolled his eyes. “I assure you, I don’t joke about such matters.”

“How did you find me anyway? You just tried to kill one of the most powerful wizards ever… and
failed. Isn‘t Voldy upset that his little scrub *failed* him?” She was determined to gain
power on him. She would *not* let him dictate the conversation.

“The Dark Lord forgave me, mercifully, as I promised him one thing...”

“And what was that?” She crossed her arms.

He smiled coldly. “You.”

She snorted. “Does the Dark Lord usually forgive two failures?”

“I will not fail.”

She humoured him. “Okay, why me?”

“Look… Slughorn wasn’t an idiot. He had you going to his little meetings because he knew you
were powerful. I’ll admit, Red, for a Weasley, you do posses quite impressive attributes.”

She arched her eyebrows at him.

“You know what I mean.” He glanced over his shoulder. “We want you. And right now, you need
us.”

“Oh, yeah? Who’s we?”

“Join us, Weasley…” His voice was almost tender.

Ginny sighed. “Look, if you want to use me as bait, it might interest you to know that Harry
broke up with me at Dumbledore’s funeral.”

He snorted. “You have a high opinion of yourself, Red. If we wanted bait, we would have
kidnapped the mudblood Granger. We want your power…”

Ginny suddenly became aware that his lips were dangerously close to her ear. She jerked her head
away and met his eyes. “What ever made you think that you could persuade me to become a Death
Eater?”

He slid closer to her. “I know you…” He whispered against her neck. “Whether or not you care to
admit it, you and I are two of a kind…” He lightly kissed her earlobe. “Think about it… Outshining
all your brothers… Proving that you *can* be useful in battle… It’s what you’ve always
wanted…” He sucked gently at her neck and Ginny found herself unable to move or even speak. “We’d
be so powerful…”

She ripped her body from his and looked him straight in the eyes. The sat in silence for a few
seconds before she crushed her lips against his in a hungry kiss.

Ginny Weasley had been seduced by the dark side.

‘And where did it get me?’ she thought bitterly as she sipped her Firewhiskey, sitting at a
falling down table, in a falling down house, stuck in a falling down relationship.

They were in hiding, as they had been for the last month. It had been a year and a half since
she had run away and into Draco’s arms. They had made love, no, she decided cynically,
*shagged* for the first time that night in the field. It had been her first time, but
definitely not his. And so they had continued… Shagging emotionless and not even as friends… She
and Draco had maintained their un-relationship until they had been forced into hiding. And even
then, Draco was quick to take her suddenly just to pass the time, but Ginny had grown tired of the
whole charade.

She had packed her bag the night before. All she needed was to get out. The only problem, she
decided, would be going home. “There’s no way my parents will forgive me…” she muttered hopelessly,
downing the last of the Firewhiskey in the glass.

“And, honestly, Red, why would you want them to?” Draco stretched, shirtless in the doorframe.
At first his body had thrilled her, now it disgusted her.

“I’m leaving, Draco… I can’t keep doing this.” She stood and turned her nose to the air. “I
don’t deserve this.”

He grabbed her arm. “You made your decision that night on the moor, Weasley. You can’t go back
on it just like that.”

“I’ve disgraced my family, Draco, they all hate me. Two of my brothers are dead. I can’t live
like this…”

“You’ve pledged your life to the Dark Lord--”

“The war’s over, Draco! Voldemort’s dead. Harry defeated him two months ago. We’re hiding
because we wouldn’t be accepted into society remember?” She pulled away from him and went to the
tiny bedroom in the back. “God, Draco…”

He followed her. “You can’t just leave. Where will you go?”

“I don’t care!” She screamed. “I just have to get away from this!” she waved her arms around and
kicked at the dirt floor. “I hate this…” she felt tears coursing down her cheeks and almost
expected him to slap her for being weak. “I fucking hate this, Draco…”

His expression melted for a second. “I hate it too…” The icy features reappeared on his face.
“But we can’t be weak. Soon, someone will--”

She snorted. “Regain the throne and try to rid the world of filthy mudbloods and blood traitors?
Well, Draco, right now, they’ve got it a hell of a lot better than we do right now! We’re living in
a hellhole!”

He stood in front of her. “What do you want me to do, Ginny? Take you back *there* and make
you a wife?”

“What’s this talk of a wife?” she retorted acidly. “You have no feelings for me, remember?”

“You were just a good fuck…” he hissed in her ear, turned on his heel, and strode back into the
kitchen.

Ginny grabbed her one bag and went to the front door. “I’m leaving, Draco.”

“They’ll never accept you…”

She shrugged. “Have a nice life.” She stepped out into the night air and slammed the door behind
her.

* * * *

Draco didn’t know how long Ginny had been gone. All he knew was that he had started drinking as
she left and he was now completely pissed out of his mind. He closed his eyes as he took another
swig of Firewhiskey. “Shit…” he breathed. He knew what would happen now. Ginny would run back to
the Burrow and they would fuss over her and forgive her and cry over her and then she’d trot her
arse to the Ministry of Magic and tell the Aurors where he was hiding.

And the strange part was, he found he didn’t care. He suspected he’d always known that he would
end up in a cell in Azkaban one day or another. And, quite frankly, he was tired of running. Let
him live out his last days in Azkaban, if he wasn’t given the kiss automatically. And then, how
would life be any different? He’d never really had a soul anyway… Somehow he didn’t think he’d
notice if the Dementors sucked what little soul he had left.

He had screwed up. Ah, well… He’d made it a lot farther than he thought he would have. He’d
grown a lot, too. Emotionally…

He’d been too harsh with her… And it was killing him that she had left him. I’ve been an idiot,
he decided and threw an empty bottle at the wall, shattering it into a million pieces.

Why was he feeling like this? *Why the fuck did he care so much about Weasley?* He almost…
missed her.

After he’d decided against magicking up the pieces of glass in the floor by the table and
slipped into bed, he became acutely aware that Ginny wasn’t beside him. He hadn’t slept without her
in months. He missed the way that she curled his knees into his and the was he could nestle his
face into her wild hair, usually damp with perspiration that remained from the wild shag they’d had
an hour before. He missed the way that her arms wound their way around his neck and the way her
fingers buried themselves in his hair. He missed the way her breath felt against him when she
slept, clinging to him for dear life… Like he was her saviour…

And Draco Malfoy was crying. Sobbing, really, into the pillow that still held Ginny’s scent. How
could he have fucked up so badly? He’d had love… And he’d let it slip through his fingers. The
Ministry would be arriving soon enough, he realised. So he remembered her taste… Her scent… And how
she’d protected him from himself time and time again… She loved me at some point too, he realised
sickly. But I just pushed her away… I am just like my father… Life wasn’t supposed to be this
fucking hard.

He took a final drink of Firewhiskey… “I never thought I’d be this weak… Damn it, Ginny, why
can’t you see what you do to me…”

The door flew open.

Lovely… They’re already here. He stood and made his way into the tiny living room.

And a soaking wet Ginny Weasley was standing in the doorway with her bag.

He stared at her. “You.”

“Me.”

He shuffled his feet. “Why are you back?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“Did they turn you away?”

“I didn’t get that far.” She shook her head.

“Then why are you back?”

“I don’t know.” It thundered in the background. Ginny looked at him through tears. “It
hurts…”

“What does?” he asked, still standing ten feet away from her.

“Loving you.”

Ginny expected him to hit her… She expected him to yell and curse and throw things. But she
definitely didn’t expect what happened.

Draco threw himself into her arms and sobbed on her shoulder. She held him and let him cry. “I
thought I’d lost you,” he whispered against her skin.

She shook her head as she felt him slide around her body, his hands on her waist, his mouth on
her neck. Then he stopped.

She kissed him lightly. “I couldn’t walk away from you.”

“Why? I have nothing for you…”

She turned to face him. “You have me.”

“What do we do now?”

Ginny sighed. “We have to go back, Draco. There’s nothing for us in this hovel.”

“They won’t accept us… They’ll never… Your parents won’t let me near you…” Draco admitted.

“My parents… Can accept you as a part of me or not accept me at all.” She put a hand on his
chest. “You are me, Draco, and I am you. Like love and hate…”

“Fire and ice…” he breathed, taking in the scent of her skin.

She kissed his chin. “Make love to me…” He looked at her in disbelief. “It’s different than just
a quick shag, Draco… You know it as well as I do…”

Draco planted tender kisses on her cheeks before scooping her up into his arms. “I love
you.”

~~~~~

*Some say the world will end in fire,*

*Some say in ice.*

*From what I’ve tasted of desire,*

*I hold with those who favour fire.*

*But if I had to perish twice,*

*To say that for destruction ice*

*Is also great*

*And would suffice*

*Robert Frost, “Fire and Ice”*



