[Fic] "Beauty" -- Harry Potter, G/H/D, Theme 29
Author: Elizabeth Culmer edenfalling
Fandom/Pairing: Harry Potter, Ginny/Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Theme: #29 - Tattoo
Warnings: vaguely implied sexual relationship, mild to moderate angst
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Beauty
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Draco watched the skull on his arm and waited for it to fade. Two days later, he was still waiting.
"That's strange," said Ginny when she caught him scratching the skin around the bluish-black mark. "Snape's went faint while Snake-face was doing his ghost imitation, right? You'd think it would go for good now that he's really dead."
Draco nodded. "Don't tell Potter."
Ginny fixed her hands on her hips and Looked at him.
"Right, sorry."
After another two days, Ginny dragged Draco away from his vigil at Harry's bedside and Apparated them into Muggle London without so much as asking. He looked at the wild pictures plastered higgledy-piggledy in the shop windows, looked at the spotless interior just barely visible through the glass, and sighed extravagantly. "Weasley, you are such a drama queen."
"This is for me too," said Ginny, tucking her hair behind her ears. "I've always wanted to get a tattoo and after you and Harry, nothing I do will shock Mum for at least a month. I might as well take advantage."
Draco ended up with a sword piercing the skull from above, while flaming wings streamed out and upward to either side. "Death and rebirth -- very symbolic," said Ginny. She showed him the bracelets of thorns that ringed both her wrists, and Draco made the appropriate admiring noises. "Git," said Ginny amiably, and Apparated them back to St. Mungo's.
Harry, when he finally woke up after the stress of breaking the final Horcrux without killing himself, was a bit surprised -- apparently he hadn't thought they were the sort to get tattoos -- but he liked them. There was a certain gleam in his eyes that they both knew how to read.
Draco found himself silently challenging Ginny. She grinned and held out her hand.
Now Draco's body is a patchwork quilt of ink -- wings on his back, snakes on his arms, dragons, flames, goblets, swords, sphinxes, lockets, books that bleed and stars that weep. Ginny's ink is all of a piece, a shifting net of vines and flowers and thorns that wreath around and around and flex when she breathes. Only Harry's skin is unstained.
Sometimes while he sleeps, they watch each other across his body. Ginny kisses his forehead. Draco runs his fingers along the ridged tissue of his forearm. Ginny cradles his hand. Draco touches his bare chest to feel that his heart still beats.
Harry's marks are drawn in blood.
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Hey, chibirisuchan, did I do the tag thing right?
Fandom/Pairing: Harry Potter, Ginny/Harry/Draco
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Theme: #29 - Tattoo
Warnings: vaguely implied sexual relationship, mild to moderate angst
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Beauty
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Draco watched the skull on his arm and waited for it to fade. Two days later, he was still waiting.
"That's strange," said Ginny when she caught him scratching the skin around the bluish-black mark. "Snape's went faint while Snake-face was doing his ghost imitation, right? You'd think it would go for good now that he's really dead."
Draco nodded. "Don't tell Potter."
Ginny fixed her hands on her hips and Looked at him.
"Right, sorry."
After another two days, Ginny dragged Draco away from his vigil at Harry's bedside and Apparated them into Muggle London without so much as asking. He looked at the wild pictures plastered higgledy-piggledy in the shop windows, looked at the spotless interior just barely visible through the glass, and sighed extravagantly. "Weasley, you are such a drama queen."
"This is for me too," said Ginny, tucking her hair behind her ears. "I've always wanted to get a tattoo and after you and Harry, nothing I do will shock Mum for at least a month. I might as well take advantage."
Draco ended up with a sword piercing the skull from above, while flaming wings streamed out and upward to either side. "Death and rebirth -- very symbolic," said Ginny. She showed him the bracelets of thorns that ringed both her wrists, and Draco made the appropriate admiring noises. "Git," said Ginny amiably, and Apparated them back to St. Mungo's.
Harry, when he finally woke up after the stress of breaking the final Horcrux without killing himself, was a bit surprised -- apparently he hadn't thought they were the sort to get tattoos -- but he liked them. There was a certain gleam in his eyes that they both knew how to read.
Draco found himself silently challenging Ginny. She grinned and held out her hand.
Now Draco's body is a patchwork quilt of ink -- wings on his back, snakes on his arms, dragons, flames, goblets, swords, sphinxes, lockets, books that bleed and stars that weep. Ginny's ink is all of a piece, a shifting net of vines and flowers and thorns that wreath around and around and flex when she breathes. Only Harry's skin is unstained.
Sometimes while he sleeps, they watch each other across his body. Ginny kisses his forehead. Draco runs his fingers along the ridged tissue of his forearm. Ginny cradles his hand. Draco touches his bare chest to feel that his heart still beats.
Harry's marks are drawn in blood.
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Hey, chibirisuchan, did I do the tag thing right?