Too red, too bright, too merry (written by black_alnair, posted by fallenwitch)
Written by: black_alnair
Pairing: Draco/Ginny
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: For my sisters, fallenwitch and peki. May your holidays be too red, too bright and too merry, too! :) Uh, and anyone of you know how to post on we3sisters?
Non-Author Notes: For God's sake, BA, here's your lovely fic in all its glory! - fallenwitch
Too red, too bright, too merry
Ginny adjusted the silver bow adorning the carefully wrapped gift in her arms. She hoped that it would fit the colour scheme in the Malfoy Mansion. She always felt out of place there - her hair too red, her clothes too bright, her steps too loud. At least the elegant blue and silver present would blend in.
She took a deep breath before lifting the massive heirloom knocker on the door. She imagined it caused a massive echo in the museum the Malfoys called their house. But as it turned out, how far the sound carried didn’t matter. The door swung opened barely a second later as though Draco had been waiting for her arrival.
“Um…hello?” She didn’t mean for her greeting to sound like a question but in all the time she had known Draco, she had never seen him smile so brightly. It was nice but very startling.
“Merry Christmas!” he responded, pulling her into his arms. It felt strangely like home. The thought made her huff out a laugh. Obviously, they liked each other quite a bit. They were even awkwardly splitting time between their families this Christmas. But Draco was not comfy and cosy and warm like the hearth she thought of whenever she imagined home. He was like the edge of a brewing winter storm - changeable, dangerous, beautiful, all done up in silvers. Something that she had stared at and wondered about from the safety of her home for years.
He took a step back to close the door behind her and she took a moment to look down the long hallway. The black and white marble flooring stretched back almost further than her eyes could see but there was nothing in the way of Christmas decorating. She supposed she shouldn’t have been that surprised. Bright Christmas lights would have ruined the stark decor.
“Mother will be down in a second. We can wait for her in the second parlour room,” Draco said as he slipped an arm around her waist.
Ginny’s boots sounded loud in her ears as they walked further in. “Why do you even need a second parlour room?” she blurted out to cover the sound of her clomping steps. But good grief, the question came out rather accusatory.
Generally, they fought about everything. But Draco seemed to be in a good mood and just shrugged. “Why not?”
They reached the double doors and Draco let go of her to push them open. The room was much smaller than she expected. Not that she expected the second parlour room to be as grand as their first parlour room but it was the smallest room she had seen yet in the Malfoy Mansion. Even smaller than the former house elf quarters and Draco’s closet. It was almost cosy. But what really threw her off were the Christmas decorations everywhere. It seemed like every decoration meant to adorn the Malfoy Mansion had instead been stuffed in the smallest room they could find. There was garland draped all over the couch and tinsel hanging from the lighting fixtures, fake frost on the mirror over the mantel and lights wrapped around other lights. Ribbons were pinned to the wall and even a glass reindeer in the corner. And there was the Christmas tree placed in the middle of the room. Even in the mess of a room, the tree looked chaotic.
Everything she had seen in the Malfoy Mansion had been neat, elegant and annoyingly symmetric, done up in blacks, whites and occasionally silvers and blues. She swore Narcissa Malfoy only saw the world in those colours. But the Malfoy Christmas tree was an explosion of colour. It was wrapped in multicolour lights and garland. Ornaments hung from every branch, weighing down the boughs. Ginny stepped closer to see there was no rhyme or reason to the type and layout of the ornaments. They even had cards in the tree and ribbons tied to the branches.
“Is this a replica of the Hogswart Express?” Ginny asked with wonder as she picked up a red ornament shaped like an engine train. She remembered seeing one in Diagon Alley for six pounds. She wouldn’t have thought that Malfoy would put something so inexpensive on his tree.
“Yeah, isn’t it neat? Mother bought it for me the year I went to Hogswart. Can you believe it’s been nine years?”
Ginny nodded absentmindedly before stepping back. “Everything is so…” She looked down at the gift still in her arms. It didn’t look like it would fit into this bright and merry chaos.
“Red, bright and merry?”
“Yeah…”
“What’s the matter with that?”
Ginny shrugged, at a lost for words. “Just doesn’t seem like your family’s style.”
“Well I’m the one who decorates for Christmas. Teddy helps now, of course. He’s rather good at throwing tinsel around.” Draco grinned as he stepped up to her. “And as you may have noticed, I favour things that are too red, too bring and too merry,” he teased.
Ginny couldn’t help smiling even as she rolled her eyes. “Is that so?”
“Why do you think I like you anyway, Weasley?” He pulled a strand of her bright red hair. “You’ve always reminded me of Christmas at home.”
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Pairing: Draco/Ginny
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: For my sisters, fallenwitch and peki. May your holidays be too red, too bright and too merry, too! :) Uh, and anyone of you know how to post on we3sisters?
Non-Author Notes: For God's sake, BA, here's your lovely fic in all its glory! - fallenwitch
Too red, too bright, too merry
Ginny adjusted the silver bow adorning the carefully wrapped gift in her arms. She hoped that it would fit the colour scheme in the Malfoy Mansion. She always felt out of place there - her hair too red, her clothes too bright, her steps too loud. At least the elegant blue and silver present would blend in.
She took a deep breath before lifting the massive heirloom knocker on the door. She imagined it caused a massive echo in the museum the Malfoys called their house. But as it turned out, how far the sound carried didn’t matter. The door swung opened barely a second later as though Draco had been waiting for her arrival.
“Um…hello?” She didn’t mean for her greeting to sound like a question but in all the time she had known Draco, she had never seen him smile so brightly. It was nice but very startling.
“Merry Christmas!” he responded, pulling her into his arms. It felt strangely like home. The thought made her huff out a laugh. Obviously, they liked each other quite a bit. They were even awkwardly splitting time between their families this Christmas. But Draco was not comfy and cosy and warm like the hearth she thought of whenever she imagined home. He was like the edge of a brewing winter storm - changeable, dangerous, beautiful, all done up in silvers. Something that she had stared at and wondered about from the safety of her home for years.
He took a step back to close the door behind her and she took a moment to look down the long hallway. The black and white marble flooring stretched back almost further than her eyes could see but there was nothing in the way of Christmas decorating. She supposed she shouldn’t have been that surprised. Bright Christmas lights would have ruined the stark decor.
“Mother will be down in a second. We can wait for her in the second parlour room,” Draco said as he slipped an arm around her waist.
Ginny’s boots sounded loud in her ears as they walked further in. “Why do you even need a second parlour room?” she blurted out to cover the sound of her clomping steps. But good grief, the question came out rather accusatory.
Generally, they fought about everything. But Draco seemed to be in a good mood and just shrugged. “Why not?”
They reached the double doors and Draco let go of her to push them open. The room was much smaller than she expected. Not that she expected the second parlour room to be as grand as their first parlour room but it was the smallest room she had seen yet in the Malfoy Mansion. Even smaller than the former house elf quarters and Draco’s closet. It was almost cosy. But what really threw her off were the Christmas decorations everywhere. It seemed like every decoration meant to adorn the Malfoy Mansion had instead been stuffed in the smallest room they could find. There was garland draped all over the couch and tinsel hanging from the lighting fixtures, fake frost on the mirror over the mantel and lights wrapped around other lights. Ribbons were pinned to the wall and even a glass reindeer in the corner. And there was the Christmas tree placed in the middle of the room. Even in the mess of a room, the tree looked chaotic.
Everything she had seen in the Malfoy Mansion had been neat, elegant and annoyingly symmetric, done up in blacks, whites and occasionally silvers and blues. She swore Narcissa Malfoy only saw the world in those colours. But the Malfoy Christmas tree was an explosion of colour. It was wrapped in multicolour lights and garland. Ornaments hung from every branch, weighing down the boughs. Ginny stepped closer to see there was no rhyme or reason to the type and layout of the ornaments. They even had cards in the tree and ribbons tied to the branches.
“Is this a replica of the Hogswart Express?” Ginny asked with wonder as she picked up a red ornament shaped like an engine train. She remembered seeing one in Diagon Alley for six pounds. She wouldn’t have thought that Malfoy would put something so inexpensive on his tree.
“Yeah, isn’t it neat? Mother bought it for me the year I went to Hogswart. Can you believe it’s been nine years?”
Ginny nodded absentmindedly before stepping back. “Everything is so…” She looked down at the gift still in her arms. It didn’t look like it would fit into this bright and merry chaos.
“Red, bright and merry?”
“Yeah…”
“What’s the matter with that?”
Ginny shrugged, at a lost for words. “Just doesn’t seem like your family’s style.”
“Well I’m the one who decorates for Christmas. Teddy helps now, of course. He’s rather good at throwing tinsel around.” Draco grinned as he stepped up to her. “And as you may have noticed, I favour things that are too red, too bring and too merry,” he teased.
Ginny couldn’t help smiling even as she rolled her eyes. “Is that so?”
“Why do you think I like you anyway, Weasley?” He pulled a strand of her bright red hair. “You’ve always reminded me of Christmas at home.”
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