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1.
Author: devinecancerian
Title: Lilith
Words: 499
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Inspiration: Lilith by John Collier
Ginny eyed the large painting reproachfully. Unsure of what to think of her husband’s most recent gesture.
He sat on the couch behind her as she examined it, a bemused smile spread across his face.
Her brow furrowed she opened and closed her mouth several times, trying to think of what to say.
The woman in the painting stood alone, eyes closed with her hair falling down her back in waves. A small smirk graced her lips and a snake had wrapped itself around her body.
“Well... it’s different,” she finally managed. He laughed and stood from his place on the couch, walking over to her.
“It’s you,” he said, picking the frame off the floor and resting it on the mantelpiece.
“Me?” she choked out, looking at the woman in the painting again.
“Yes, you,” he teased, “Who else would it be?”
“I don’t know, but I’m not the only red head in the world you know. Besides, it’s not moving, meaning that it’s a muggle painting,” she argued, looking closer at the woman’s face.
“I know. And do you know how hard it was to get a picture of you with a muggle camera for reference?”
“You took a picture for reference? When?” she asked, surprised. He shrugged, hiding his smirk.
“You were asleep.”
She sighed and rolled her eyes, looking back to the painting.
“Can I assume then that the snake is supposed to be you?” she asked. He smiled and slipped his arms around her waist, resting his cheek on the side of her head and breathing in deeply.
“What do you think?” he asked and she could feel the smirk on his face, mocking her for asking such a question.
They stood in silence for a while, both looking up at the painting as they rested against each other. Their breathing evened out and she could feel his heart beat through her back.
Eventually, he spoke again.
“It’s based on another painting you know,” he said, idly, twirling a strand of her hair between his fingers.
“Of who?”
“Adam’s first wife, Lilith. She left him after she got together with the Archangel Samael, regarded as both good and evil. I thought it was fitting for us,” he said and she grinned, lacing her fingers through his, Harry briefly flitting through her mind.
“Yes, I think so.”
Draco smiled and kissed her softly, knowing that as soon as word got out about the painting, and it would, there would be no way to stop the whispering of people behind closed doors.
They would be deified as Lilith and Samael, and it would leech into the history books as opinions so often did.
Ginny would become the first wife of Adam and the woman who had left him for a fallen angel and they would be separated even further from the Wizarding World, contrasted with the Adam and Eve of the post Voldemort era.
The one who had left Eden willingly.
And be hated for it.
2.
Author:ayane_tsurugi
Title: Ridiculous
Words: 499
Rating: G
Warnings: Implied Harry/Ron and Hermione/Blaise
Inspiration: Portrait of the Infanta Maria Theresa of Spain by Diego Velazquez
“This. Is. Ridiculous,” she ground out between clenched teeth, and Hermione smiled at her sympathetically. Her fiancé, on the other hand, was biting his lip to keep from laughing. “And you are a bastard of monumental proportions.”
This pronouncement made him let out a proper laugh, and she groaned. “This is in no way funny, Malfoy.”
Of course, to anyone other than her, it probably was. She was wearing about six tons of fabric, three of them lace, a wedding dress with a skirt that reached a full meter to either side of her with no assistance from metalwork. At that moment, Hermione was circling her, wand in hand and her head tilted, and Ginny had her arms held out horizontally because, if she was being completely honest, she couldn’t move them any farther. Not that it mattered anymore, as they’d gone numb some minutes before.
“You didn’t have to agree to this, you know,” he pointed out, wiping a mock tear from his eye. “My mother is not so unreasonable as to disagree if you hadn’t wanted to wear her dress.”
She let out a long-suffering breath. No, his mother wouldn’t have minded. It was him, the stupid sap, she was doing this for. He’d been so excited when his mother had brought it up. “What are you even doing here? Isn’t this bad luck or some such nonsense, seeing the bride in her dress?”
“I’m being supportive,” he said, and she glared at the obvious lie, pointing at the door.
“Out.”
His pout was ruined by the grin that still lit up his eyes. “But-”
“Out.”
He hesitated just long enough for Hermione to offer Ginny her wand, then backed out gracefully. The laugh that followed him away made Ginny growl. “I’m going to kill him, Hermione. Within a week, I just know it.”
Hermione sighed, distracted, and said, “Well, then it’s a good thing you know two Aurors that can help you hide the body.”
Ginny smiled at that for the first time that day. “How are Harry and Ron?”
Hermione snorted. “They finally told Molly they were together.” She shook her head. “As if she didn’t know. She just told them, ‘that’s nice, dears,’ and went back to cooking supper.”
Ginny laughed, though it was much harder under all the weight. “Have you told them you’ve invited Zabini to be your date to the wedding?”
Their eyes met briefly before Hermione went back to studying the dress. “One surprise at a time, I think. They’re still not over you saying yes to Malfoy.”
Upon hearing the news, Ron had had to yell to keep from passing out and Harry had felt the direct need to leave the room. The only one present who hadn’t been horrified was her mum, who was just thrilled to get to plan a wedding when there wasn’t a war on.
“I’m making the right choice though, right?”
Hermione paused and met her eyes again. “Do you love him?”
“I do.”
3.
Author: grander_fanfics
Title: Friend or Foe?
Words: 499
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Inspiration: The Dream by Henry Roussea
“You know what you remind me of, Weasley?”
Ginny rolled her eyes for about the hundredth time. “No, but I’m sure you’re going to tell me anyway.”
The firelight danced over Draco’s face, creating shadows of intent across his aquiline features. “You remind me of some jungle sex goddess just come back from a ritual blood sacrifice,” he said, flashing a brilliant smile at his own ingenuity.
Ginny forced a scowl, catching herself before her lips turned up at his brazenness. If Draco Malfoy thought he was going to wriggle out of his arrest with sexual innuendo and cheesy lines, he had another thing coming!
“Oh, I agree with you Malfoy. Only it’s the other way around. I haven’t yet gone to the sacrifice.”
“Ouch, Red,” he pouted, holding his bound hands over his heart. “You’re killing me. Can’t you at least crack a smile for a doomed man?”
“I’ll be smiling plenty once you’re sent off to Azkaban,” she said, immediately regretting her choice of words. Draco sank back into shadow, but not before Ginny witnessed the tortured look that flashed across his face, the sadness of it sending the most curious pain through her chest.
Draco had been a fugitive for over a year, his evasion confounding the ranks of Aurors. Desperation drove her to follow the lead that brought her to this Gods forsaken swath of rainforest. All of the other Aurors had laughed when she mentioned where she was going, not one of their fat arses offering to back her.
As luck would have it, she found Draco exactly where he was supposed to be, although she hadn’t expected him to react so quickly to her Apparation. She’d barely gotten a binding spell over his hands before he barreled into her, knocking her on her arse and busting both of their wands in the process.
The heat and humidity of the night pressed in on her as she awaited their inevitable extraction, her eyelids drooping farther and farther down until she was resting them closed for seconds at a time. Draco made his move then, knocking her flat against the ground and controlling her easily with his weight as he sat atop her belly, his thighs pinning her arms to her side.
“Oh, Weasley, what would the other Aurors think of you if they saw you now?” Draco smiled down happily at Ginny’s frustration as he muttered an unfamiliar charm. His hands flew apart and he immediately dropped them to either side of Ginny’s head, his chest pressing against her breast.
“Sorry Weasley,” he whispered into Ginny’s ear, “you’ll just have to find some other wizard to sacrifice.”
Draco kissed her softly at the base of her ear, the sensation sending an electric thrill to her core.
“Go now,” she breathed, surprising them both. Draco pulled back slightly, rewarding her with a heart-stopping smile before disappearing into the night.
4.
Author: smblack
Title: Tree
Words: 499
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Inspiration: Sunrise and Tree artist unknown
1993-
“You’re so stupid, honestly” Ginny said, pulling his arm towards her to examine the thick bandages wrapped around his arm.
“Ginny!” Draco cried, looking offended, “It was that bloody hippogriff. You expected me to fight it?”
Ginny rolled her eyes, turning his hand this way and that to see it from all angles. “No, I expected you to have the sense to not provoke a beast that could hurt you. You could have gotten seriously injured!”
Draco frowned at her, “Are you just going to reprimand me or ask me whether I’m okay?”
Ginny laughed, “By your usual surly mood I’m sure you’re perfectly fine.”
Draco shook his head, look exasperated.
1994-
Ginny saw him sitting against their tree. Quickening her pace, she slid down beside him.
“Hey,” Ginny whispered, unwilling to break the silence of the night.
Draco smiled at her, placing a white flower in her hair. Ginny recognized it as a flower from their tree. “Your hair looks like it’s on fire.”
“Oh gee, thanks, Draco. You look wonderful too.” Ginny paused, looking away from him. “This Yule Ball thing is so stupid.”
“Yeah, Pansy’s kind of forcing me to go.” Draco said, looking at her carefully.
“Oh?” Ginny asked, her voice a little too shrill.
“We could meet up afterward, I suppose.” Draco said, smiling at her as brushed her hand lightly.
1995-
“Are you crazy?” Ginny cried. Twisting around on her broom, she saw Draco dip his broom lower and finally leap off the broom onto one of the thicker branches of their tree.
“That tree can’t hold your weight! You’ll fall!” Even as she scolded him, she lowered her own broom onto a higher branch.
The tree was bare of any leaves, and the autumn wind was blowing Ginny’s hair into a fiery tornado.
Her eyes widened as she saw the smirk play on Draco’s lips as he lunged forward. Deftly jumping back, he missed her by a few inches.
Teetering slightly on the branch, he turned to frown at her. “I don’t like cat and mouse games, Ginevra.”
Ginny giggled, “It’s not my fault you’re a terrible kitty.”
“You did not just call me a kitty.” Draco said, his eyes narrowed as he gave her a deadly look. “You said I was a bad cat?”
Within seconds, before Ginny knew what happened, he had her pinned against the tree.
Ginny held his shoulders tightly, “I swear, if I fall, I’m bringing you down with me.”
Draco laughed, “I’d be glad to go down with you.”
1996-
Ginny stood behind the tree, her heart pounding. Behind her, she could hear the crowd forming around the body. The body of Albus Dumbledore.
But Ginny was focused on three men running towards the gates; Draco and Snape, followed by Harry.
Her legs felt wobbly but she did not fall. Draco turned once, looking wildly back at Harry, his eyes meeting Ginny’s once.
Ginny turned around quickly, resisting the urge to vomit into the grass.
5.
Author: savepureness
Title: My Dying Bride
Words: 499
Rating: G
Warnings: Slightly dark themes, angst. EWE, post-DH though, after the war, and after a while.
Inspiration: The Bouquet by John William Waterhouse
I’d never thought I’d come to see her like this: clutching a bouquet, a tad nervously, her gaze wired somewhere at a distance - I’m not even sure what is she looking at, or what for. She’s always been the tough one, my Ginny, and it’s only in my thoughts that I can call her ‘mine’. Otherwise she’d get angry - she’s touchy about any word or gesture marking clear possession.
And yet, she said yes.
Today she is marrying me. I’m still baffled, and just content to observe her from a distance, from where it’s still safe to curl my lips in a wistful smile and picture her - perhaps - surrounded by children. It also stays in dreams; it wouldn’t be a good plan. Not now, not soon.
“I have no words.”
“-Draco.“ She’s genuinely surprised. Her fingers cringe around the fragile bouquet; it’s pinkish, a lighter shade of her hair. “Don’t you know it’s bad luck to see the bride -“
“Oh, now I understand what your blasted friends were trying to do by blocking my way. Ah well, it’s too late.” I smile the smile I know she likes the most. “It looks like you’ll be very unlucky - perhaps you shouldn’t marry me, in the end.”
Her face is serious under all the adorable freckles.
“So - you don’t want me to marry you …?”
There’s a knot in my throat and it takes me a while until I manage to swallow it (hardly) and to talk. “Don’t,” I say in a raspy voice. “After all we’ve been through…” Actually. “And my mother will be thrilled to see you, you know.” If she figures out what’s happening, of course.
Ginny’s profile is lovely - nothing new. Her dress looks plain, but somehow the light on her face makes it better than the lavishing wedding dresses her friends have persuaded her to try on when she was still looking.
“Gin -“I dare, and then I stop, mesmerized.
In less than an hour, we’ll be married. Legally. For - ever? I can’t help myself but doubt it: I have always doubted everything in my life, why would I stop now?
“I’m here,” she replies, softly but surely, and turns to face me. The lovely profile morphs in a full face, quite pale (it’s nerves, I’d like to think), dipped in freckles.
And then I know. It feels like forever, when she looks at me like that. It feels like it, when I hear her voice, speaking two simple words that will cease to be true - in a while. “Gin.” I don’t dare say anything else, for fear of breaking the… magic of the moment.
When (if) my soon-to-be wife might die in a couple of months, because we haven’t found a cure for her illness, this image it’s the one I’d like to keep behind my eyes, once I shut them and I join her in death.
For now, we have a wedding to attend. Ours.
Myself and my dying bride.
6.
Author: cursedinsanity
Title: Loose Lips
Words: 499 words
Rating: G
Warnings: Slight AU.
Inspiration: Loose Lips, Raspberry by Jason Levesque (aka Stuntkid)
'I can't believe you,' she says softly, unpinning her hair. The blond curls on the right side spring free, and she stares at her reflection as she carefully considers the pins on the other. He's stood behind her, back leaning against the door, fingers crossed over the brass handles.
'Why?' he asks, and she levels him with a stare.
'Such effrontery, Draco. Almost as if you are twelve again. You may leave.'
A flicker of shock flashes across his face, but then it is gone, and Narcissa does not even wince when the handsome oak door slams shut behind her son, taking care to remove her pearl earrings.
-x-
Of course, Draco is punished. He is only to leave the house when he has received explicit permission from Lucius or herself. What she had not counted on, strangely enough, was her son's ingenuity. He forged Lucius's signature perfectly; the house, not used to being deceived by its own inhabitants, allowed him to pass outside, through its doors.
She knows where to find him, naturally. He will be in the village, at a party, hanging around the pretty girls. Her son is but seventeen and almost purposely not aware of the importance of a recognised position in good society. She is his mother, however, and she takes pride in the fact that she knows what he is up to.
That is why it comes as such a surprise to her to find him not there. The police is alerted, of course, and the constables and inspectors drum in and out of the house regularly over the next few days. It is the only thing that keeps her standing, in her state. She has yet to tell Lucius that she is with child. Of course, it is not his, which perhaps justifies her hesitation.
-x-
They find him two weeks later. She should not be surprised, she thinks, as she watches him sit down at the police station, filth in his clothes and in his hair, to find him holding the hand of a young girl. The girl is everything her son isn't - indeed, everything Narcissa herself is not. She has fiery red hair, pink, vivid, raspberry coloured lips, and a set of perfectly straight teeth. She is pregnant.
From the way Draco is defiantly not looking in her direction, she knows it's his.
The scandal makes her hands tremble. A pretty, pretty peasant girl, carrying the child of the heir to the Malfoy family fortune. She might laugh, if she wasn't sure she could feel her heart breaking in her chest.
The inspector allows her to enter the room.
'You cannot come home, Draco,' she tells him.
He looks up at her. 'I know. But I love her.'
His voice doesn't even tremble.
It is only when Narcissa is safely in the carriage on the way home, that she puts her hand in front of her mouth, and allows herself to cry.
7.
Author: hpfangirl71
Title:The Woman He Loves
Words:499
Rating:PG 13
Warnings:Implied Sex, AU, reformed Draco, Romantic sentimental fluff.
Inspiration: Woman At Her Toilette by Edgar Degas
She sat in front of her mirror just like any other day. This was the morning ritual she performed every single day. Ginny liked to enjoy her morning tea as she sat combing through her long red hair. This was her time to relax before the day began, a serene moment shared with no one but him.
He would lie in bed, quietly watching her, his morning ritual was to drink in her tremendous beauty. It was his time to be thankful she was his wife. He considered himself lucky everyday he was able to watch her because it meant another day he’d get to spend with her.
He was in awe at her loveliness. She wasn’t a conventional kind of beauty yet she made his heart skip a beat every time he looked at her. She was the woman he loved and that was all that mattered to him.
Draco Malfoy knew he didn’t deserve her love. He was a former Death Eater, she the former fiancée of the Chosen One, she was never really meant to be his. He often wondered if Harry hadn’t fled the fame and celebrity would she still have chosen him. He hated thinking of that bleak alternative. He hated thinking of a life without her and their beautiful family. He knew he didn’t deserve her but she was still the woman he loved.
Having her love had been worth giving up his fortune to toil away in a potions shop. She was the part of him that made his life a better one. Because of her, Draco now appreciated the simple joy of family life. He didn’t need riches to be happy with her.
He loved how it gleamed in the sunlight pouring through the window of their room. He could remember how soft it had felt the evening before with his fingers tangled within it. Making love to her in the evenings was magical and it was the thing he appreciated the most. It was then that he felt her love for him and it made him love her even more. He made sure to show her just how loved she was in those late evening moments they shared together.
As a Malfoy, he had always felt entitled, until the day he’d been pulled within her gravity. She was the center of his world and he could no longer live without her. From that moment, nothing else had mattered. No amount of money or power could ever compare to laying claim to her heart.
He watched her for a few moments more before approaching her. He bent down to kiss the exposed part of her neck softly, and then he embraced her tightly.
“Good Morning my love…” he whispered into her ear.
She smiled beautifully at him before capturing his lips in a searing kiss. He felt her passion for him within that fiery kiss. Yes, he was a very lucky man to have married this woman that he now loved.
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Author: devinecancerian
Title: Lilith
Words: 499
Rating: K
Warnings: None
Inspiration: Lilith by John Collier
Ginny eyed the large painting reproachfully. Unsure of what to think of her husband’s most recent gesture.
He sat on the couch behind her as she examined it, a bemused smile spread across his face.
Her brow furrowed she opened and closed her mouth several times, trying to think of what to say.
The woman in the painting stood alone, eyes closed with her hair falling down her back in waves. A small smirk graced her lips and a snake had wrapped itself around her body.
“Well... it’s different,” she finally managed. He laughed and stood from his place on the couch, walking over to her.
“It’s you,” he said, picking the frame off the floor and resting it on the mantelpiece.
“Me?” she choked out, looking at the woman in the painting again.
“Yes, you,” he teased, “Who else would it be?”
“I don’t know, but I’m not the only red head in the world you know. Besides, it’s not moving, meaning that it’s a muggle painting,” she argued, looking closer at the woman’s face.
“I know. And do you know how hard it was to get a picture of you with a muggle camera for reference?”
“You took a picture for reference? When?” she asked, surprised. He shrugged, hiding his smirk.
“You were asleep.”
She sighed and rolled her eyes, looking back to the painting.
“Can I assume then that the snake is supposed to be you?” she asked. He smiled and slipped his arms around her waist, resting his cheek on the side of her head and breathing in deeply.
“What do you think?” he asked and she could feel the smirk on his face, mocking her for asking such a question.
They stood in silence for a while, both looking up at the painting as they rested against each other. Their breathing evened out and she could feel his heart beat through her back.
Eventually, he spoke again.
“It’s based on another painting you know,” he said, idly, twirling a strand of her hair between his fingers.
“Of who?”
“Adam’s first wife, Lilith. She left him after she got together with the Archangel Samael, regarded as both good and evil. I thought it was fitting for us,” he said and she grinned, lacing her fingers through his, Harry briefly flitting through her mind.
“Yes, I think so.”
Draco smiled and kissed her softly, knowing that as soon as word got out about the painting, and it would, there would be no way to stop the whispering of people behind closed doors.
They would be deified as Lilith and Samael, and it would leech into the history books as opinions so often did.
Ginny would become the first wife of Adam and the woman who had left him for a fallen angel and they would be separated even further from the Wizarding World, contrasted with the Adam and Eve of the post Voldemort era.
The one who had left Eden willingly.
And be hated for it.
2.
Author:ayane_tsurugi
Title: Ridiculous
Words: 499
Rating: G
Warnings: Implied Harry/Ron and Hermione/Blaise
Inspiration: Portrait of the Infanta Maria Theresa of Spain by Diego Velazquez
“This. Is. Ridiculous,” she ground out between clenched teeth, and Hermione smiled at her sympathetically. Her fiancé, on the other hand, was biting his lip to keep from laughing. “And you are a bastard of monumental proportions.”
This pronouncement made him let out a proper laugh, and she groaned. “This is in no way funny, Malfoy.”
Of course, to anyone other than her, it probably was. She was wearing about six tons of fabric, three of them lace, a wedding dress with a skirt that reached a full meter to either side of her with no assistance from metalwork. At that moment, Hermione was circling her, wand in hand and her head tilted, and Ginny had her arms held out horizontally because, if she was being completely honest, she couldn’t move them any farther. Not that it mattered anymore, as they’d gone numb some minutes before.
“You didn’t have to agree to this, you know,” he pointed out, wiping a mock tear from his eye. “My mother is not so unreasonable as to disagree if you hadn’t wanted to wear her dress.”
She let out a long-suffering breath. No, his mother wouldn’t have minded. It was him, the stupid sap, she was doing this for. He’d been so excited when his mother had brought it up. “What are you even doing here? Isn’t this bad luck or some such nonsense, seeing the bride in her dress?”
“I’m being supportive,” he said, and she glared at the obvious lie, pointing at the door.
“Out.”
His pout was ruined by the grin that still lit up his eyes. “But-”
“Out.”
He hesitated just long enough for Hermione to offer Ginny her wand, then backed out gracefully. The laugh that followed him away made Ginny growl. “I’m going to kill him, Hermione. Within a week, I just know it.”
Hermione sighed, distracted, and said, “Well, then it’s a good thing you know two Aurors that can help you hide the body.”
Ginny smiled at that for the first time that day. “How are Harry and Ron?”
Hermione snorted. “They finally told Molly they were together.” She shook her head. “As if she didn’t know. She just told them, ‘that’s nice, dears,’ and went back to cooking supper.”
Ginny laughed, though it was much harder under all the weight. “Have you told them you’ve invited Zabini to be your date to the wedding?”
Their eyes met briefly before Hermione went back to studying the dress. “One surprise at a time, I think. They’re still not over you saying yes to Malfoy.”
Upon hearing the news, Ron had had to yell to keep from passing out and Harry had felt the direct need to leave the room. The only one present who hadn’t been horrified was her mum, who was just thrilled to get to plan a wedding when there wasn’t a war on.
“I’m making the right choice though, right?”
Hermione paused and met her eyes again. “Do you love him?”
“I do.”
3.
Author: grander_fanfics
Title: Friend or Foe?
Words: 499
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Inspiration: The Dream by Henry Roussea
“You know what you remind me of, Weasley?”
Ginny rolled her eyes for about the hundredth time. “No, but I’m sure you’re going to tell me anyway.”
The firelight danced over Draco’s face, creating shadows of intent across his aquiline features. “You remind me of some jungle sex goddess just come back from a ritual blood sacrifice,” he said, flashing a brilliant smile at his own ingenuity.
Ginny forced a scowl, catching herself before her lips turned up at his brazenness. If Draco Malfoy thought he was going to wriggle out of his arrest with sexual innuendo and cheesy lines, he had another thing coming!
“Oh, I agree with you Malfoy. Only it’s the other way around. I haven’t yet gone to the sacrifice.”
“Ouch, Red,” he pouted, holding his bound hands over his heart. “You’re killing me. Can’t you at least crack a smile for a doomed man?”
“I’ll be smiling plenty once you’re sent off to Azkaban,” she said, immediately regretting her choice of words. Draco sank back into shadow, but not before Ginny witnessed the tortured look that flashed across his face, the sadness of it sending the most curious pain through her chest.
Draco had been a fugitive for over a year, his evasion confounding the ranks of Aurors. Desperation drove her to follow the lead that brought her to this Gods forsaken swath of rainforest. All of the other Aurors had laughed when she mentioned where she was going, not one of their fat arses offering to back her.
As luck would have it, she found Draco exactly where he was supposed to be, although she hadn’t expected him to react so quickly to her Apparation. She’d barely gotten a binding spell over his hands before he barreled into her, knocking her on her arse and busting both of their wands in the process.
The heat and humidity of the night pressed in on her as she awaited their inevitable extraction, her eyelids drooping farther and farther down until she was resting them closed for seconds at a time. Draco made his move then, knocking her flat against the ground and controlling her easily with his weight as he sat atop her belly, his thighs pinning her arms to her side.
“Oh, Weasley, what would the other Aurors think of you if they saw you now?” Draco smiled down happily at Ginny’s frustration as he muttered an unfamiliar charm. His hands flew apart and he immediately dropped them to either side of Ginny’s head, his chest pressing against her breast.
“Sorry Weasley,” he whispered into Ginny’s ear, “you’ll just have to find some other wizard to sacrifice.”
Draco kissed her softly at the base of her ear, the sensation sending an electric thrill to her core.
“Go now,” she breathed, surprising them both. Draco pulled back slightly, rewarding her with a heart-stopping smile before disappearing into the night.
4.
Author: smblack
Title: Tree
Words: 499
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Inspiration: Sunrise and Tree artist unknown
1993-
“You’re so stupid, honestly” Ginny said, pulling his arm towards her to examine the thick bandages wrapped around his arm.
“Ginny!” Draco cried, looking offended, “It was that bloody hippogriff. You expected me to fight it?”
Ginny rolled her eyes, turning his hand this way and that to see it from all angles. “No, I expected you to have the sense to not provoke a beast that could hurt you. You could have gotten seriously injured!”
Draco frowned at her, “Are you just going to reprimand me or ask me whether I’m okay?”
Ginny laughed, “By your usual surly mood I’m sure you’re perfectly fine.”
Draco shook his head, look exasperated.
1994-
Ginny saw him sitting against their tree. Quickening her pace, she slid down beside him.
“Hey,” Ginny whispered, unwilling to break the silence of the night.
Draco smiled at her, placing a white flower in her hair. Ginny recognized it as a flower from their tree. “Your hair looks like it’s on fire.”
“Oh gee, thanks, Draco. You look wonderful too.” Ginny paused, looking away from him. “This Yule Ball thing is so stupid.”
“Yeah, Pansy’s kind of forcing me to go.” Draco said, looking at her carefully.
“Oh?” Ginny asked, her voice a little too shrill.
“We could meet up afterward, I suppose.” Draco said, smiling at her as brushed her hand lightly.
1995-
“Are you crazy?” Ginny cried. Twisting around on her broom, she saw Draco dip his broom lower and finally leap off the broom onto one of the thicker branches of their tree.
“That tree can’t hold your weight! You’ll fall!” Even as she scolded him, she lowered her own broom onto a higher branch.
The tree was bare of any leaves, and the autumn wind was blowing Ginny’s hair into a fiery tornado.
Her eyes widened as she saw the smirk play on Draco’s lips as he lunged forward. Deftly jumping back, he missed her by a few inches.
Teetering slightly on the branch, he turned to frown at her. “I don’t like cat and mouse games, Ginevra.”
Ginny giggled, “It’s not my fault you’re a terrible kitty.”
“You did not just call me a kitty.” Draco said, his eyes narrowed as he gave her a deadly look. “You said I was a bad cat?”
Within seconds, before Ginny knew what happened, he had her pinned against the tree.
Ginny held his shoulders tightly, “I swear, if I fall, I’m bringing you down with me.”
Draco laughed, “I’d be glad to go down with you.”
1996-
Ginny stood behind the tree, her heart pounding. Behind her, she could hear the crowd forming around the body. The body of Albus Dumbledore.
But Ginny was focused on three men running towards the gates; Draco and Snape, followed by Harry.
Her legs felt wobbly but she did not fall. Draco turned once, looking wildly back at Harry, his eyes meeting Ginny’s once.
Ginny turned around quickly, resisting the urge to vomit into the grass.
5.
Author: savepureness
Title: My Dying Bride
Words: 499
Rating: G
Warnings: Slightly dark themes, angst. EWE, post-DH though, after the war, and after a while.
Inspiration: The Bouquet by John William Waterhouse
I’d never thought I’d come to see her like this: clutching a bouquet, a tad nervously, her gaze wired somewhere at a distance - I’m not even sure what is she looking at, or what for. She’s always been the tough one, my Ginny, and it’s only in my thoughts that I can call her ‘mine’. Otherwise she’d get angry - she’s touchy about any word or gesture marking clear possession.
And yet, she said yes.
Today she is marrying me. I’m still baffled, and just content to observe her from a distance, from where it’s still safe to curl my lips in a wistful smile and picture her - perhaps - surrounded by children. It also stays in dreams; it wouldn’t be a good plan. Not now, not soon.
“I have no words.”
“-Draco.“ She’s genuinely surprised. Her fingers cringe around the fragile bouquet; it’s pinkish, a lighter shade of her hair. “Don’t you know it’s bad luck to see the bride -“
“Oh, now I understand what your blasted friends were trying to do by blocking my way. Ah well, it’s too late.” I smile the smile I know she likes the most. “It looks like you’ll be very unlucky - perhaps you shouldn’t marry me, in the end.”
Her face is serious under all the adorable freckles.
“So - you don’t want me to marry you …?”
There’s a knot in my throat and it takes me a while until I manage to swallow it (hardly) and to talk. “Don’t,” I say in a raspy voice. “After all we’ve been through…” Actually. “And my mother will be thrilled to see you, you know.” If she figures out what’s happening, of course.
Ginny’s profile is lovely - nothing new. Her dress looks plain, but somehow the light on her face makes it better than the lavishing wedding dresses her friends have persuaded her to try on when she was still looking.
“Gin -“I dare, and then I stop, mesmerized.
In less than an hour, we’ll be married. Legally. For - ever? I can’t help myself but doubt it: I have always doubted everything in my life, why would I stop now?
“I’m here,” she replies, softly but surely, and turns to face me. The lovely profile morphs in a full face, quite pale (it’s nerves, I’d like to think), dipped in freckles.
And then I know. It feels like forever, when she looks at me like that. It feels like it, when I hear her voice, speaking two simple words that will cease to be true - in a while. “Gin.” I don’t dare say anything else, for fear of breaking the… magic of the moment.
When (if) my soon-to-be wife might die in a couple of months, because we haven’t found a cure for her illness, this image it’s the one I’d like to keep behind my eyes, once I shut them and I join her in death.
For now, we have a wedding to attend. Ours.
Myself and my dying bride.
6.
Author: cursedinsanity
Title: Loose Lips
Words: 499 words
Rating: G
Warnings: Slight AU.
Inspiration: Loose Lips, Raspberry by Jason Levesque (aka Stuntkid)
'I can't believe you,' she says softly, unpinning her hair. The blond curls on the right side spring free, and she stares at her reflection as she carefully considers the pins on the other. He's stood behind her, back leaning against the door, fingers crossed over the brass handles.
'Why?' he asks, and she levels him with a stare.
'Such effrontery, Draco. Almost as if you are twelve again. You may leave.'
A flicker of shock flashes across his face, but then it is gone, and Narcissa does not even wince when the handsome oak door slams shut behind her son, taking care to remove her pearl earrings.
-x-
Of course, Draco is punished. He is only to leave the house when he has received explicit permission from Lucius or herself. What she had not counted on, strangely enough, was her son's ingenuity. He forged Lucius's signature perfectly; the house, not used to being deceived by its own inhabitants, allowed him to pass outside, through its doors.
She knows where to find him, naturally. He will be in the village, at a party, hanging around the pretty girls. Her son is but seventeen and almost purposely not aware of the importance of a recognised position in good society. She is his mother, however, and she takes pride in the fact that she knows what he is up to.
That is why it comes as such a surprise to her to find him not there. The police is alerted, of course, and the constables and inspectors drum in and out of the house regularly over the next few days. It is the only thing that keeps her standing, in her state. She has yet to tell Lucius that she is with child. Of course, it is not his, which perhaps justifies her hesitation.
-x-
They find him two weeks later. She should not be surprised, she thinks, as she watches him sit down at the police station, filth in his clothes and in his hair, to find him holding the hand of a young girl. The girl is everything her son isn't - indeed, everything Narcissa herself is not. She has fiery red hair, pink, vivid, raspberry coloured lips, and a set of perfectly straight teeth. She is pregnant.
From the way Draco is defiantly not looking in her direction, she knows it's his.
The scandal makes her hands tremble. A pretty, pretty peasant girl, carrying the child of the heir to the Malfoy family fortune. She might laugh, if she wasn't sure she could feel her heart breaking in her chest.
The inspector allows her to enter the room.
'You cannot come home, Draco,' she tells him.
He looks up at her. 'I know. But I love her.'
His voice doesn't even tremble.
It is only when Narcissa is safely in the carriage on the way home, that she puts her hand in front of her mouth, and allows herself to cry.
7.
Author: hpfangirl71
Title:The Woman He Loves
Words:499
Rating:PG 13
Warnings:Implied Sex, AU, reformed Draco, Romantic sentimental fluff.
Inspiration: Woman At Her Toilette by Edgar Degas
She sat in front of her mirror just like any other day. This was the morning ritual she performed every single day. Ginny liked to enjoy her morning tea as she sat combing through her long red hair. This was her time to relax before the day began, a serene moment shared with no one but him.
He would lie in bed, quietly watching her, his morning ritual was to drink in her tremendous beauty. It was his time to be thankful she was his wife. He considered himself lucky everyday he was able to watch her because it meant another day he’d get to spend with her.
He was in awe at her loveliness. She wasn’t a conventional kind of beauty yet she made his heart skip a beat every time he looked at her. She was the woman he loved and that was all that mattered to him.
Draco Malfoy knew he didn’t deserve her love. He was a former Death Eater, she the former fiancée of the Chosen One, she was never really meant to be his. He often wondered if Harry hadn’t fled the fame and celebrity would she still have chosen him. He hated thinking of that bleak alternative. He hated thinking of a life without her and their beautiful family. He knew he didn’t deserve her but she was still the woman he loved.
Having her love had been worth giving up his fortune to toil away in a potions shop. She was the part of him that made his life a better one. Because of her, Draco now appreciated the simple joy of family life. He didn’t need riches to be happy with her.
He loved how it gleamed in the sunlight pouring through the window of their room. He could remember how soft it had felt the evening before with his fingers tangled within it. Making love to her in the evenings was magical and it was the thing he appreciated the most. It was then that he felt her love for him and it made him love her even more. He made sure to show her just how loved she was in those late evening moments they shared together.
As a Malfoy, he had always felt entitled, until the day he’d been pulled within her gravity. She was the center of his world and he could no longer live without her. From that moment, nothing else had mattered. No amount of money or power could ever compare to laying claim to her heart.
He watched her for a few moments more before approaching her. He bent down to kiss the exposed part of her neck softly, and then he embraced her tightly.
“Good Morning my love…” he whispered into her ear.
She smiled beautifully at him before capturing his lips in a searing kiss. He felt her passion for him within that fiery kiss. Yes, he was a very lucky man to have married this woman that he now loved.
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