1 fic - challenge #57, "poems and lyrics"
Title: If I Lay Here
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Draco/Ginny
Summary: The war is coming closer, and neither of them want to think about what happens when it arrives.
Word Count: 1023
Author's Notes: More fic! This one is for prompt #57, and is inspired by the song "Chasing Cars", by Snow Patrol.
Registered purchases?: Both registered.
We’ll do it all
Everything on our own
We don’t need anything
Or anyone
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me
And just forget the world?
Draco is afraid he’s going to lose her.
Not that he will admit it. The last thing Draco ever wants to show is weakness. He’s always been strong, always been at the top of the pack, self-assured and capable of anything. With the way he was raised - with the way his father has always been - weakness is not an option.
Although the funny thing is, Ginny’s seen his weaknesses. Maybe not all of them, but she knows they’re there. She’s seen more of Draco’s weaknesses than anyone else in his life, and they’ve never sent her running. She’s still here.
And Draco likes that.
He had never planned on letting Ginny Weasley into his life. She was from a family he despised - she was poor, had a filthy Muggle-loving father, and her brother was best friends with the school’s biggest prat. Ginny Weasley, he thought, had absolutely nothing to offer him.
The first day back after the Christmas holidays, however, things changed. Draco was in the Prefect’s bathroom, gingerly trying to reach his back so he could wash the red, angry welts there. He’d snuck out after hours, used the Prefect’s bathroom so he wouldn’t be seen. But suddenly there was a gasp behind him, and he looked up, his eyes meeting Ginny Weasley’s in the mirror.
“What happened to you?” she asked, moving to his side.
“Leave.” His voice was low and it was a command.
Before he knew what was happening, she’d gently taken the sponge from his hand. Her small, soft fingers were carefully running over the gashes that marred the pale flesh of his back, and he couldn’t help it - he let his head hang forward and stayed there, allowing Ginny to wash his wounds in silence.
When she finished, he carefully put his shirt back on, trying not to brush the rough fabric too hard against his injuries. “Thank you,” he muttered, eyes downcast as he did up the buttons.
“What happened?” she repeated. Her voice didn’t sound nosy; she didn’t sound like she was prying for gossip. She sounded like a concerned friend, and it had been so long since Draco had had one of those.
“My father…” His voice dropped out. He could still see the angry flash of Lucius’ eyes.
Ginny stepped close to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, careful not to touch any of the welts on his back. And, in a move that surprised even himself, Draco actually hugged her back, resting his cheek on the top of her head, grateful for the comfort.
As a relationship grew between the two of them, neither of them talked about it - not to others, and not amongst themselves. It was what it was, and that was that. They often snuck out of their dormitories in the dead of night and camped out in the Astronomy Tower or the Owlery, lying on a bed of blankets with their limbs tangled together. And, all in all, Draco thinks it’s kind of perfect. Thinks they’re kind of perfect.
But as the war grows stronger and the fighting draws closer, Draco starts to worry.
“What’s going to happen?” he asks her one night. The night is still and warm for early spring, and the rustle and soft hooting of owls overhead is surprisingly comforting.
Ginny rolls over so that she can meet his eyes, and her ankle slips in between both of his. “To us?”
Draco nods. “Something’s going to happen soon,” he tells her. And really, that’s all he can tell her. Because as much as he cares about her, his family means something too. His family has their own allegiances, and Draco can’t, for the life of him, figure out how to reconcile the two.
“I know,” she says, and bites her lip. Draco isn’t sure what she knows, if she actually knows something real or if she just gets a feeling. It’s not so hard to guess that something big is coming. Not with the way the world has been lately.
Draco reaches down, twining his fingers with hers. “I don’t want to lose you,” he admits.
She scoots up on the blankets and presses a kiss to his forehead in response.
“Run away with me.”
Ginny blinks in surprise. “What?”
“Run away with me,” he urges. “We can leave tonight. Now. Away from my family, away from yours… let’s just go. We can go wherever you want; anywhere.”
“Draco,” she falters. “I can’t - I can’t just - my family -“
Draco drops his gaze guiltily. He may not like her family, but he knows they mean the world to her. Taking her away may keep her safe, but it won’t make her happy.
“It was just an idea,” he says quietly. She kisses him again, this time long and lingering on the lips.
“We’ll be fine for now,” she tells him when they break apart. Her voice is sad, and Draco hates that. He hates that there’s all this bad hurtling towards them both and that there isn’t anything he can do to make it better. “We’ll deal with things when they actually happen. But for now… just stay here with me, okay?”
He presses a kiss to her temple. She’s right. They may not be able to change their futures, but they can enjoy every moment they have together until they stop happening.
“Okay,” he agrees. His arm wraps around her, pulling her body flush against his. “We’ll stay here.”
“Good,” she says, and tucks her head into the crook of his neck.
He runs a hand over her hair. He hasn’t had many relationships where he truly cared for the other person, where it was more than just getting physical whenever it was most convenient. But Ginny, he knows, he cares for. He’s serious about her, and he’s serious about staying together as long as possible. And when he murmurs, “I’m not going anywhere”, he means it.
end.
1023 / 30 = 34
+ 10 points for purchases
= 44 points for Hufflepuff!
Janna/Hufflepuff
Rating/Warnings: PG-13
Characters/Pairing: Draco/Ginny
Summary: The war is coming closer, and neither of them want to think about what happens when it arrives.
Word Count: 1023
Author's Notes: More fic! This one is for prompt #57, and is inspired by the song "Chasing Cars", by Snow Patrol.
Registered purchases?: Both registered.
We’ll do it all
Everything on our own
We don’t need anything
Or anyone
If I lay here
If I just lay here
Would you lie with me
And just forget the world?
Draco is afraid he’s going to lose her.
Not that he will admit it. The last thing Draco ever wants to show is weakness. He’s always been strong, always been at the top of the pack, self-assured and capable of anything. With the way he was raised - with the way his father has always been - weakness is not an option.
Although the funny thing is, Ginny’s seen his weaknesses. Maybe not all of them, but she knows they’re there. She’s seen more of Draco’s weaknesses than anyone else in his life, and they’ve never sent her running. She’s still here.
And Draco likes that.
He had never planned on letting Ginny Weasley into his life. She was from a family he despised - she was poor, had a filthy Muggle-loving father, and her brother was best friends with the school’s biggest prat. Ginny Weasley, he thought, had absolutely nothing to offer him.
The first day back after the Christmas holidays, however, things changed. Draco was in the Prefect’s bathroom, gingerly trying to reach his back so he could wash the red, angry welts there. He’d snuck out after hours, used the Prefect’s bathroom so he wouldn’t be seen. But suddenly there was a gasp behind him, and he looked up, his eyes meeting Ginny Weasley’s in the mirror.
“What happened to you?” she asked, moving to his side.
“Leave.” His voice was low and it was a command.
Before he knew what was happening, she’d gently taken the sponge from his hand. Her small, soft fingers were carefully running over the gashes that marred the pale flesh of his back, and he couldn’t help it - he let his head hang forward and stayed there, allowing Ginny to wash his wounds in silence.
When she finished, he carefully put his shirt back on, trying not to brush the rough fabric too hard against his injuries. “Thank you,” he muttered, eyes downcast as he did up the buttons.
“What happened?” she repeated. Her voice didn’t sound nosy; she didn’t sound like she was prying for gossip. She sounded like a concerned friend, and it had been so long since Draco had had one of those.
“My father…” His voice dropped out. He could still see the angry flash of Lucius’ eyes.
Ginny stepped close to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, careful not to touch any of the welts on his back. And, in a move that surprised even himself, Draco actually hugged her back, resting his cheek on the top of her head, grateful for the comfort.
As a relationship grew between the two of them, neither of them talked about it - not to others, and not amongst themselves. It was what it was, and that was that. They often snuck out of their dormitories in the dead of night and camped out in the Astronomy Tower or the Owlery, lying on a bed of blankets with their limbs tangled together. And, all in all, Draco thinks it’s kind of perfect. Thinks they’re kind of perfect.
But as the war grows stronger and the fighting draws closer, Draco starts to worry.
“What’s going to happen?” he asks her one night. The night is still and warm for early spring, and the rustle and soft hooting of owls overhead is surprisingly comforting.
Ginny rolls over so that she can meet his eyes, and her ankle slips in between both of his. “To us?”
Draco nods. “Something’s going to happen soon,” he tells her. And really, that’s all he can tell her. Because as much as he cares about her, his family means something too. His family has their own allegiances, and Draco can’t, for the life of him, figure out how to reconcile the two.
“I know,” she says, and bites her lip. Draco isn’t sure what she knows, if she actually knows something real or if she just gets a feeling. It’s not so hard to guess that something big is coming. Not with the way the world has been lately.
Draco reaches down, twining his fingers with hers. “I don’t want to lose you,” he admits.
She scoots up on the blankets and presses a kiss to his forehead in response.
“Run away with me.”
Ginny blinks in surprise. “What?”
“Run away with me,” he urges. “We can leave tonight. Now. Away from my family, away from yours… let’s just go. We can go wherever you want; anywhere.”
“Draco,” she falters. “I can’t - I can’t just - my family -“
Draco drops his gaze guiltily. He may not like her family, but he knows they mean the world to her. Taking her away may keep her safe, but it won’t make her happy.
“It was just an idea,” he says quietly. She kisses him again, this time long and lingering on the lips.
“We’ll be fine for now,” she tells him when they break apart. Her voice is sad, and Draco hates that. He hates that there’s all this bad hurtling towards them both and that there isn’t anything he can do to make it better. “We’ll deal with things when they actually happen. But for now… just stay here with me, okay?”
He presses a kiss to her temple. She’s right. They may not be able to change their futures, but they can enjoy every moment they have together until they stop happening.
“Okay,” he agrees. His arm wraps around her, pulling her body flush against his. “We’ll stay here.”
“Good,” she says, and tucks her head into the crook of his neck.
He runs a hand over her hair. He hasn’t had many relationships where he truly cared for the other person, where it was more than just getting physical whenever it was most convenient. But Ginny, he knows, he cares for. He’s serious about her, and he’s serious about staying together as long as possible. And when he murmurs, “I’m not going anywhere”, he means it.
end.
1023 / 30 = 34
+ 10 points for purchases
= 44 points for Hufflepuff!
Janna/Hufflepuff