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Heartless
By: Dranius
Bonus Chapter: What happened the day He Who Must Not Be Named died
Authors' Note: Here is a very short chapter I was not planning to post to begin with. A kind of behind the scenes, blast from the past moment that's not necessary to the story… but her, I was in the mood for something a little different. Warning though: this is rated M for a reason. Also, and other warning, this chapter was not reviewed by a Beta.I hope you enjoy it, and that this chapter will add a little bit of insight on Draco and Ginny's past…in otherwords: satisfying D/G content ahead!
She stood over the heap of slightly squishy leftovers hat had once been Lord Voldemort. She smiled grimly. Around her, people were not cheering. There was too much to be done. So many dead people to burry.
It certainly didn't feel like a war had been won.
She had escaped from the clutches of her distraught family. She couldn't take her mother's tears anymore. She couldn't stand how calm her father's voice sounded. She couldn't stand the autistic silence George had immersed himself in. He had sat next to Fred, and every few minutes he would reach out and touch the corpse, as if hoping it would grow warm again. It had taken an hour for him to realize this was not one of Fred's bad jokes. It had taken another hour for him to stop his listless screaming. Then silence as trauma sank in.
Ginny stilled her trembling hands by clenching them tightly.
The war was over, but she didn't feel any better. There was no elated joy. No relief. If anything she felt worst.
Now there was nothing to do.
She felt trapped and useless.
A little bit dead.
Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of pale blond hair disappearing towards the boat house. She frowned.
Malfoy.
Her gut clenched. Instinct, curiosity…something took over. She followed him down the winding path that led to the lake and the small hut of wood and glass that had been built there.
Draco entered.
She waited a few minutes and crept in behind him. The scent of blood was strong. Suddenly it struck her: someone had told her this was where Snape had been killed.
She watched Draco slump against the wall. A strangled sound escaped his throat as he raised shaking hands to his face.
His fingertips touched his forehead as he pressed his palms against his eyes. He tried to get control over his breathing.
Ginny bit her lip and stepped into the light, making noise to make sure he knew someone was there. He jumped a little, his hand reaching for his wand, eyes wild. He noticed her, and relaxed.
"Draco…" She reached a trembling hand to his shoulder, but he lashed out, slapping it away.
"Nagini killed him. Right over there."
Ginny didn't really know what to answer. She wasn't even sure why she'd followed him. She looked as the dark bloodstains on the floor. She didn't think they would ever wash out. The strength in voice nearly startled her.
"Go away," sighed Draco. "I don't need your pity."
"You don't have to need me to want me." The words were past her lips before she realized.
Draco growled low in his throat, rolling his eyes. "Weasley…" A warning. Right there, at the edge of his tone. But something pleading as well. She could read something in his eyes, in the way he stood. His fingers clenched so hard and his jaw set tight. So near from breaking.
Ginny shook her head. "You don't scare me."
"Weasley, just leave me in peace!" boomed Draco, surprising her enough to make her jump. He was trembling. "Isn't it enough that he's dead? It has to be you rubbing it in my face. Shouldn't you be celebrating the end of the war? Shouldn't you be with the others, pointing at me for being a coward? For being a Malfoy? A death eater? Or are you enjoying watching me suffer?"
She sighed, slumping against the wall next to him. She caught a strand of her hair and began tugging on the tips, giving in to the nervous habit she'd developed that year. What could she say? She shut her eyes and let go of her pride, admitting something she'd rather have kept for herself."I followed my instinct and found you, Malfoy. As I always do."
Ginny felt her throat tighten and her eyes sting. She lowered her head, trying to get her emotions under control. "And to be honest, I think I've fought enough for today. I'm tired. I can't…won't…"
She felt him move next to her, strong fingers sliding beneath her chin and tilting her head back. He rubbed his thumb against her cheek.
Ginny looked into his eyes, barely allowing herself to breath. She felt as if she were standing at the edge of a cliff, about to jump. Her heart was beating faster than ever.
Emotions she didn't dare name flickered through Draco's eyes. He frowned a little, raising his other hand and brushing her hair away from her forehead. His thumb pressed against her lips. She could feel his breath against her cheek.
"Ginevra…" The sound of his voice made her toes curl.
Her heart ached. Ached for what? She did not know. Something to fill the void, to sooth the pain. She raised her hands, pressing her palms against his chest. She bunched the material of his outer robes in her fists, trying to express her need without words.
She hoped he would see. Hoped he would understand.
She literally felt his countenance change as something in him snapped. His eyes cleared and she nearly gasped at the raw emotion she saw in them. Emotions she never dared imagine existed in a Malfoy.
His fingers curled in fine hair at the nape of her neck, pulling her against him. Draco's lips brushed against hers so softly she could have cried. They were warm, moving against hers with a tenderness she'd never known.
And she felt heartbreakingly complete. But she wanted more.
He broke the kiss when she pushed his robes open. Disappointment swelled in her chest. She opened her eyes. She felt him begin to pull away. Instinctively, she reached out and touched his cheek with the tips of her finders, making him freeze. The look in his eyes made her heart stop.
She didn't see the disgust and rejection she expected. It was worst. There was hunger. Raw unabashed desire. Longing. Warmth. The kind of warmth she could drown in, that made heat pool in her chest and between her thighs.
Her fingers curled around his tie and she tugged him against her, kissing him. Draco pressed her against the wall, his large hands stroking her hips, his fingers then brushing the underside of her breasts. Ginny moaned when he bit her lower lip. His hands were everywhere, caressing her thighs, her face, her stomach, tugging her robes off. She barely realized she was unrestrained as him till he gasped pressing into her with her hand trapped between them.
His hands slid over her ass. The next moment, he had picked her up, pressed her against the wall. She'd wrapped her legs around his waist, nearly tore his shirt open in her haste to press hungry kisses along his collarbone.
His skin felt so soft. So warm. It tasted of sweat and blood, but right then, she felt she would never get enough. She gripped his shoulders tightly when his fingers slid over places that made her arch her back and groan softly.
A soft coughing sound made them both freeze.
Ginny opened her eyes, all the warmth suddenly turned to dread. Hermione was standing in the doorway with an expression on her face that Ginny wouldn't dare define.
Draco slowly allowed her to stand again, releasing her with obvious reluctance. She blushed when he pulled her tattered school blouse back over her shoulders, taking the time to button it himself.
His fingers lingered over her skin at each button. He had the feeling he was stalling for time. Allowing himself one last moment.
Ginny looked up at him. He smiled a bit. A timid smile. A sad smile. A smile that said "It'll be okay now." And she understood he was steeling himself for the end of whatever they had shared.
He slowly put his shirt back on, shielding her while she rightened her skirt. Her eyes lingered over his already faint dark mark. She pulled her robes back on.
When she looked back at him, his expression had closed off and he was back to his usual arrogant self.
"Go."
Though said gently, the word almost caused her physical pain. Ginny bit her lip and left, grabbing Hermione's arm as she swept out of the building. The brunette stumbled behind her for a few moments and then sighed, digging her heels in and forcing Ginny to slow down.
"Don't start preaching," muttered Ginny, "I don't think I could take it. Harry and I are not together. He just kisses me. He comes around, saves the day and just kisses me. And Draco—just this once—"
Hermione silenced her by sharply grabbing her shoulder, making her stop. Ginny remained silent. She realized that she didn't feel guilt and felt even worst.
"Draco what?"
Ginny felt throat tighten. Her answer was no more than a whisper. "He made my heart beat even though I felt dead inside."
Hermione smiled and held her arms out. Ginny didn't waste any time and threw herself in her embrace, finally allowing herself to cry. "Then I promise I won't ever tell anyone."