HP: "Hanging on in Quiet Desperation is the English Way" by Kadollan
Title: Hanging on in Quiet Desperation is the English Way
Author: kadollan
Disclaimer: This work is a piece of fan-fiction that is intended for entertainment purposes only. Ginny Weasley and Draco Malfoy are owned by any number of people who are not me.
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Ginny Weasley
Rating: All Ages
Type: One Shot, Drabble
Warnings: None
Word Count: 390
Summary:
Notes: Written for Round 4 of the dg_ldws challenge. The prompt was: "Inspired by this quote: 'Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable.' ~ Sydney Smith and must be Epilogue compliant," 100-499 words. (My first thought on reading this challenge was "Didn't I just write that?"
Draco sighed and barely kept himself from running a hand through his hair. It was thinning - he was sure it was thinning - and it wouldn't do to call attention.
His wife was already walking back towards the barrier to King's Cross station, though the train had not yet started to move. She'd only walked a handful of steps before the fog swallowed her and she was gone. That was her way, he supposed. She made appearances when it was expected of her, and did her duty as a Malfoy, but appearance and duty were all she ever gave to her husband and her son.
For his own part, Draco planned to watch the Hogwarts Express for as long as he could, until there was nothing left but a puff of smoke and a speck of red on the horizon. He had surprised himself as much as anyone when he'd overruled Asteria's declaration that of course, little Scorpius will be attending Durmstrang.
Well, no little Scorpius would not, and for Merlin's sake quit calling him that, woman. He's eleven.
Asteria had put up a token protest, but she'd lost interest quickly and left Draco to make the arrangements. Draco spared a moment to think of his own mother. Whatever her faults had been, he had never been in any doubt that Narcissa had loved him fiercely. Scorpius had no such assurances.
He stood and waited until the Hogwarts Express had completely faded from view and silently wished his son a peaceful and safe first year.
A high pitched laugh and a flash of red startled Draco out of his reverie. A sweet-faced little girl with hair that burnt through the mist ran up to Ginny Weasley, no Ginny Potter, and threw her arms up for a hug. He'd seen her earlier when she was loading her two older children onto the train - that many red heads being that loud in one place would have been difficult to miss.
He'd turned away, before. He'd seen her standing there with Potter - with her husband, so of course he had turned away. But not before meeting her eyes and nodding, just the once.
He watched her now as she laughed and swung her daughter up into a fierce hug.
He sighed again and allowed himself a moment to regret what never could have been.
Author: kadollan
Disclaimer: This work is a piece of fan-fiction that is intended for entertainment purposes only. Ginny Weasley and Draco Malfoy are owned by any number of people who are not me.
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Ginny Weasley
Rating: All Ages
Type: One Shot, Drabble
Warnings: None
Word Count: 390
Summary:
Notes: Written for Round 4 of the dg_ldws challenge. The prompt was: "Inspired by this quote: 'Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable.' ~ Sydney Smith and must be Epilogue compliant," 100-499 words. (My first thought on reading this challenge was "Didn't I just write that?"
Draco sighed and barely kept himself from running a hand through his hair. It was thinning - he was sure it was thinning - and it wouldn't do to call attention.
His wife was already walking back towards the barrier to King's Cross station, though the train had not yet started to move. She'd only walked a handful of steps before the fog swallowed her and she was gone. That was her way, he supposed. She made appearances when it was expected of her, and did her duty as a Malfoy, but appearance and duty were all she ever gave to her husband and her son.
For his own part, Draco planned to watch the Hogwarts Express for as long as he could, until there was nothing left but a puff of smoke and a speck of red on the horizon. He had surprised himself as much as anyone when he'd overruled Asteria's declaration that of course, little Scorpius will be attending Durmstrang.
Well, no little Scorpius would not, and for Merlin's sake quit calling him that, woman. He's eleven.
Asteria had put up a token protest, but she'd lost interest quickly and left Draco to make the arrangements. Draco spared a moment to think of his own mother. Whatever her faults had been, he had never been in any doubt that Narcissa had loved him fiercely. Scorpius had no such assurances.
He stood and waited until the Hogwarts Express had completely faded from view and silently wished his son a peaceful and safe first year.
A high pitched laugh and a flash of red startled Draco out of his reverie. A sweet-faced little girl with hair that burnt through the mist ran up to Ginny Weasley, no Ginny Potter, and threw her arms up for a hug. He'd seen her earlier when she was loading her two older children onto the train - that many red heads being that loud in one place would have been difficult to miss.
He'd turned away, before. He'd seen her standing there with Potter - with her husband, so of course he had turned away. But not before meeting her eyes and nodding, just the once.
He watched her now as she laughed and swung her daughter up into a fierce hug.
He sighed again and allowed himself a moment to regret what never could have been.