Like Clockwork: DM/GW
Author: fictitious_burn
Recipient: humbuggirl
Title: Like Clockwork
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Ginny Weasley
Rating: PG
Word Count: 669
Summary: "Going out for coffee, for lunch, to shop, to have fun. It was a suspicious manner and was meant to be kept tabs on. If one left empty handed and returned with anything - with bags, with coffee, with food, or even with company - they were watched." Draco and Ginny play Sherlock Holmes.
Author's Notes: I hope you like this! I listened to a lot of music (i could probably make a fanmix of it) while I was writing it to inspire me and I think it turned out pretty well. I also attempted to incorporate all (or most) of the things you put in your 'things you'd like to see' section so you'll have to let me know if I accomplished that successfully! =D
It was like a synchronized pattern, in some sort of twisted way. The same way that the clocks moved past, minute by minute without fault, they played these games with one another. It didn't take much to get it started. A sarcastic comment thrown around loosely, the disheveled appearance of one after work, hasty behaviors that were unusual. The least little discrepancy allowed for them to think the other was up to something with someone else and that alone was fuel enough. Although they knew deep down that there was no adultery in their relationship, that no one was cheating or fooling around, the games were still fun and rescinded them back to the Gryffindor and Slytherin rivalry of their school age years. It was always the same games with them.
She would return to their flat - just like the workings of a clock she would - with everything in order discluding one minor detail. She would have her hair up rather than down, her lipstick would be smudged in one corner, she'd have her jacket off rather than on. Whatever it was, he never missed it. There was always a slight confrontation between them but in the end she would win and he would become frustrated, and the next time that she went out of their flat he would peruse her room like Sherlock Holmes. As if she was hiding a murder weapon, or as if he would find pictures of the act, he turned over every pillow, mattress, and desk lamp. Drawers would be emptied and restocked after lack of evidence.
But oh no, it went both ways, of course! He would come home, but with a complete lack of the subtle disgrace of his partner. He would have his cufflinks undone, his tie loose and hair messy, and be holding both his jacket in one hand and his patented black leather shoes in the other hand. He would laugh richly and descend to his bedroom, leaving her to her own conclusions and leaving her to the Watsons in her environment. But bold as brass, she would march into his room and search through his things at the very second. Matching his blatant appearance with her blatant intentions, she would overturn things, force him out of his own room, and search until she was pleased with it.
The cat and mouse game that they played with one another was the same as it was in any, generic idea of cheating. They studied the other, wondering whether they were capable of it, when or how they could accomplish it, and most importantly, who. One would count the hours on the clock that it took the other to go home. They would study floo calls, address books, hang out spots. Anything that was done in free time was monitored and monitored well. Going out for coffee, for lunch, to shop, to have fun. It was a suspicious manner and was meant to be kept tabs on. If one left empty handed and returned with anything - with bags, with coffee, with food, or even with company - they were watched.
But do not fret. It was not a habit. It was never anything regular between them. It happened almost as often as a complete eclipse of the sun. It was actually very similar to the complete eclipse of the sun. They would cover up their past, their present, their future and have fun with the time they had. It was over in minutes and the sun was out again. It was always like that. They didn't have trust issues, they didn't have former jilted lovers. They just like to have fun and tease one another and whomever started the game was ready to get onto the playing field. They had their moments in which things were normal, days passed by in regular time. But when one appeared home as the clock struck twelve, or one, or two, and was disheveled or displaced, the game began. Just like clockwork.
Recipient: humbuggirl
Title: Like Clockwork
Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Ginny Weasley
Rating: PG
Word Count: 669
Summary: "Going out for coffee, for lunch, to shop, to have fun. It was a suspicious manner and was meant to be kept tabs on. If one left empty handed and returned with anything - with bags, with coffee, with food, or even with company - they were watched." Draco and Ginny play Sherlock Holmes.
Author's Notes: I hope you like this! I listened to a lot of music (i could probably make a fanmix of it) while I was writing it to inspire me and I think it turned out pretty well. I also attempted to incorporate all (or most) of the things you put in your 'things you'd like to see' section so you'll have to let me know if I accomplished that successfully! =D
It was like a synchronized pattern, in some sort of twisted way. The same way that the clocks moved past, minute by minute without fault, they played these games with one another. It didn't take much to get it started. A sarcastic comment thrown around loosely, the disheveled appearance of one after work, hasty behaviors that were unusual. The least little discrepancy allowed for them to think the other was up to something with someone else and that alone was fuel enough. Although they knew deep down that there was no adultery in their relationship, that no one was cheating or fooling around, the games were still fun and rescinded them back to the Gryffindor and Slytherin rivalry of their school age years. It was always the same games with them.
She would return to their flat - just like the workings of a clock she would - with everything in order discluding one minor detail. She would have her hair up rather than down, her lipstick would be smudged in one corner, she'd have her jacket off rather than on. Whatever it was, he never missed it. There was always a slight confrontation between them but in the end she would win and he would become frustrated, and the next time that she went out of their flat he would peruse her room like Sherlock Holmes. As if she was hiding a murder weapon, or as if he would find pictures of the act, he turned over every pillow, mattress, and desk lamp. Drawers would be emptied and restocked after lack of evidence.
But oh no, it went both ways, of course! He would come home, but with a complete lack of the subtle disgrace of his partner. He would have his cufflinks undone, his tie loose and hair messy, and be holding both his jacket in one hand and his patented black leather shoes in the other hand. He would laugh richly and descend to his bedroom, leaving her to her own conclusions and leaving her to the Watsons in her environment. But bold as brass, she would march into his room and search through his things at the very second. Matching his blatant appearance with her blatant intentions, she would overturn things, force him out of his own room, and search until she was pleased with it.
The cat and mouse game that they played with one another was the same as it was in any, generic idea of cheating. They studied the other, wondering whether they were capable of it, when or how they could accomplish it, and most importantly, who. One would count the hours on the clock that it took the other to go home. They would study floo calls, address books, hang out spots. Anything that was done in free time was monitored and monitored well. Going out for coffee, for lunch, to shop, to have fun. It was a suspicious manner and was meant to be kept tabs on. If one left empty handed and returned with anything - with bags, with coffee, with food, or even with company - they were watched.
But do not fret. It was not a habit. It was never anything regular between them. It happened almost as often as a complete eclipse of the sun. It was actually very similar to the complete eclipse of the sun. They would cover up their past, their present, their future and have fun with the time they had. It was over in minutes and the sun was out again. It was always like that. They didn't have trust issues, they didn't have former jilted lovers. They just like to have fun and tease one another and whomever started the game was ready to get onto the playing field. They had their moments in which things were normal, days passed by in regular time. But when one appeared home as the clock struck twelve, or one, or two, and was disheveled or displaced, the game began. Just like clockwork.