Inescapable
Title: Inescapable
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Morag MacDougal/Draco Malfoy
Rating: um...PG-13?
Warnings: Het, reincarnation themes
Notes: For hp_100songs prompt #89~It's All Been Done~Barenaked Ladies
I met you before the fall of Rome
And I begged you to let me take you home
You were wrong, I was right
You said goodbye, I said goodnight
It's all been done
It's all been done
It's all been done before
I knew you before the west was won
And I heard you say the past
was much more fun
You go your way, I go mine
But I'll see you next time
It's all been done
It's all been done
It's all been done before
Barnaked Ladies~It's All Been Done
1944
Both hopes and desperation were high as the wizards and witches stuffed into the basement of the store in Hogsmeade. No one wanted to admit that this could be the last time they saw some of their friends, sweethearts, mentors or lovers. They threw themselves into the fun of the dance that the proprieters of the place were kind enough to allow them to hold, and they tried to act as if things weren't threatening to change even more.
Eveleen Riordan...no, that was wrong, she was Eveleen Malloy now, she had been for exactly four hours of bliss, was standing on the makeshift stage in the ivory-coloured silk crepe dress that had served as her wedding gown, her naturally curly black hair having been accentuated with the fashionable pincurls and swept into side reverse rolls, accented by white heather--she had been trying to make herself look like one of The Andrews Sisters or Jo Stafford, and hadn't done too badly if her friends were to be believed.
Of course, her darling Charlie had told her that she was being ridiculous, that she didn't look like anyone but herself and he didn't want her to. It was one of the many reasons she loved her new husband...and the thought that they were actually, really married sent happy shivers down her spine. She still couldn't believe he wanted her as his wife--she with her muggleborn status, middle-class upbringing and too-numerous opinions while he was a pureblood, raised so wealthy she could have lived three years on his yearly allowance, and with a kind of charm and charisma that swayed almost everyone to what he wanted.
It scared her, sometimes, how much she cared for him, especially now, with this battle in the offing, when he was playing the dangerous game of spy. That was why she had jumped at the chance when he had asked her to marry him, selfishly. She wanted to be able to say that he was coming home to her, even though it meant that he'd lose his family and his status when it became common knowledge.
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Eveleen cradled the standing microphone in her hand, smiling at the crowd. They always supported her dream to be a singer, her voice was one of the few things she was proud of, that no one could take away. "This is for my darling Charlie, and everyone else who has someone that they love." She smiled and her blue eyes searched out Charles Malloy's brown ones as she began to sing.
"Long ago and far away,
I dreamed a dream one day,
And now that dream is here beside me.
Long the skies were overcast,
But now the clouds have past,
You're here at last.
Chills run up and down my spine,
Aladdin's lamp is mine,
The dream I dreamed was not denied me.
Just one look and then I knew,
That all I longed for long ago,
Was you.
Chills run up and down my spine,
Aladdin's lamp is mine,
The dream I dreamed was not denied me.
Just one look and then I knew,
That all I longed for long ago,
So long ago, was you."
Charlie watched her, filled with so much affection that he was sure his gaze was burning brighter than any spotlight ever could. When she finished, he rose to his feet and clapped with the rest, smiling so widely he thought it would break his face.
"Thank you, thank you all." Eveleen said with a wide smile, her eyes still focused on her husband. "But this night is for dancing, so let me turn this over to our lovely band leader and have some fun!" She handed the microphone to the actual singer and pranced off the stage, having to bite her lip to keep from running to Charlie, trying to remain calm even as her eyes danced. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. "Hallo, my husband." She said, smiling giddily. "It still feels like a dream."
"It does, doesn't it?" Charlie asked, laughing. He wrapped his arms around her waist and spun her gently, then set her down again, leaning down to kiss her lightly on the lips. "All life is a dream with you in it, my love."
"I don't ever want to wake up." Eveleen confessed, blushing giddily as he kissed her. "I just want to be with you forever...I don't know what I'd do without you, Charlie." She couldn't help the way a tendril of fear curled in her stomach as she spoke; shaking her to her core.
"Don't think about it, Evey." Charlie said firmly, gently taking her face in his hands and kissing her forehead. "You'll never have to know. You'll never have to be without me again. You will be with me forever, and I'll be with you." He drew her onto the dance floor, sweeping her across the floor with a grace that came from years of ballroom classes. "Every minute with you is like an eternity I never want to end, Evey, love."
"Every second without you is going to be even longer." Eveleen told him desperately, wanting him to understand. "You'll come back to me, won't you? So we can have our wedding night? So I can be your wife in more than name only, so you can become a healer like we've always dreamed, while I stay at home with our three darling children?"
Charlie laughed at the reminder of their dream life, planned over long dinners and secret meetings in muggle London. "You are my wife in more than name." he told her, kissing her again, a little more firmly and just a little less than chastely. "You're the love of my life, my reason for living, of course I will--and you can have your garden." Her fears allayed, he hoped, he bit down on his own as they danced.
2003
Morag MacDougal sat at a corner booth in the small Muggle cafe where she was a loyal, if irregular, customer. She played with her deep red hair as she sipped her tea, the movement betraying the fact that she was thinking and her nervousness as well as the fact that she had started singing quietly along with the Muggle song on the radio. She only really sang when her mind was otherwise occupied or someone managed to convince or cajole her into it. She disliked her voice. " It's all been done/It's all been done/It's all been done before. And if I put my fingers here, and if I say/"I love you, dear"..."
"Why Blood, I didn't know you felt that way!" Draco Malfoy teased in a deliberately husky voice as he came up behind her, brushing his hand across the back of her neck as he passed her in order to sit in the seat across from her, conceitedly aware of the way she shivered at the mere touch of his fingers on her neck, her singing stopping instantly.
Morag just scoffed at that, taking a long drink of her tea to hide just how true that statement was, because it was all just convenience for Draco, and while it had started that way for her, somewhere along the line it had changed, transformed, her old crush on him flaring up and blossoming into something that was unfortunately love. "It's tomorrow." She said after a long moment of comfortable silence, the song ending in the background. "Nervous?"
Draco shook his head wryly. "Me? Nervous? Ha." It wasn't quite a lie, he didn't say that he wasn't nervous, because somehow, he could never seem to lie to Morag, but he could stretch the truth.
Morag looked into his eyes with a small smile and nodded, not fooled in the slightest. "Yeah, me too." She said in a low voice, almost a whisper, sipping a bit of her lukewarm tea and wrinkling her nose in distaste. That's what came of being lost in thought. Looking around discreetly to make sure no one was watching she murmured a wandless warming charm and took another sip.
And that was why. Somehow she could always see right through his deceptions--even if they weren't lies. They sat there in companionable silence, warnings and worries neither would say hanging heavily in the air as they drank their tea and tried desperately not to care, or to convince themselves that they didn't, but before too much time went by, control waned and they snuck off towards the bathroom as the regulars just hid their smiles and pretended not to notice, but when you have a screamer as loud as Morag MacDougal and a distinct lack of silencing charms, it's hard not to know exactly what was going on behind the bathroom door.
Straightening his clothes and brushing lint off of his muggle shirt, and then leaned forward and tucked a stray curl behind Morag's ear as she picked up her purse, and blinking when she said 'goodbye.' "No." He said in a quiet but firm tone. "Not goodbye, goodnight."
Morag smiled at that, and kissed him lightly. "Goodnight." She repeated, before exiting the small cafe, and considering things in her normal philosophical way until she reached the nearest Apparition spot, and disappeared with a pop.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Morag MacDougal/Draco Malfoy
Rating: um...PG-13?
Warnings: Het, reincarnation themes
Notes: For hp_100songs prompt #89~It's All Been Done~Barenaked Ladies
I met you before the fall of Rome
And I begged you to let me take you home
You were wrong, I was right
You said goodbye, I said goodnight
It's all been done
It's all been done
It's all been done before
I knew you before the west was won
And I heard you say the past
was much more fun
You go your way, I go mine
But I'll see you next time
It's all been done
It's all been done
It's all been done before
Barnaked Ladies~It's All Been Done
1944
Both hopes and desperation were high as the wizards and witches stuffed into the basement of the store in Hogsmeade. No one wanted to admit that this could be the last time they saw some of their friends, sweethearts, mentors or lovers. They threw themselves into the fun of the dance that the proprieters of the place were kind enough to allow them to hold, and they tried to act as if things weren't threatening to change even more.
Eveleen Riordan...no, that was wrong, she was Eveleen Malloy now, she had been for exactly four hours of bliss, was standing on the makeshift stage in the ivory-coloured silk crepe dress that had served as her wedding gown, her naturally curly black hair having been accentuated with the fashionable pincurls and swept into side reverse rolls, accented by white heather--she had been trying to make herself look like one of The Andrews Sisters or Jo Stafford, and hadn't done too badly if her friends were to be believed.
Of course, her darling Charlie had told her that she was being ridiculous, that she didn't look like anyone but herself and he didn't want her to. It was one of the many reasons she loved her new husband...and the thought that they were actually, really married sent happy shivers down her spine. She still couldn't believe he wanted her as his wife--she with her muggleborn status, middle-class upbringing and too-numerous opinions while he was a pureblood, raised so wealthy she could have lived three years on his yearly allowance, and with a kind of charm and charisma that swayed almost everyone to what he wanted.
It scared her, sometimes, how much she cared for him, especially now, with this battle in the offing, when he was playing the dangerous game of spy. That was why she had jumped at the chance when he had asked her to marry him, selfishly. She wanted to be able to say that he was coming home to her, even though it meant that he'd lose his family and his status when it became common knowledge.
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Eveleen cradled the standing microphone in her hand, smiling at the crowd. They always supported her dream to be a singer, her voice was one of the few things she was proud of, that no one could take away. "This is for my darling Charlie, and everyone else who has someone that they love." She smiled and her blue eyes searched out Charles Malloy's brown ones as she began to sing.
"Long ago and far away,
I dreamed a dream one day,
And now that dream is here beside me.
Long the skies were overcast,
But now the clouds have past,
You're here at last.
Chills run up and down my spine,
Aladdin's lamp is mine,
The dream I dreamed was not denied me.
Just one look and then I knew,
That all I longed for long ago,
Was you.
Chills run up and down my spine,
Aladdin's lamp is mine,
The dream I dreamed was not denied me.
Just one look and then I knew,
That all I longed for long ago,
So long ago, was you."
Charlie watched her, filled with so much affection that he was sure his gaze was burning brighter than any spotlight ever could. When she finished, he rose to his feet and clapped with the rest, smiling so widely he thought it would break his face.
"Thank you, thank you all." Eveleen said with a wide smile, her eyes still focused on her husband. "But this night is for dancing, so let me turn this over to our lovely band leader and have some fun!" She handed the microphone to the actual singer and pranced off the stage, having to bite her lip to keep from running to Charlie, trying to remain calm even as her eyes danced. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. "Hallo, my husband." She said, smiling giddily. "It still feels like a dream."
"It does, doesn't it?" Charlie asked, laughing. He wrapped his arms around her waist and spun her gently, then set her down again, leaning down to kiss her lightly on the lips. "All life is a dream with you in it, my love."
"I don't ever want to wake up." Eveleen confessed, blushing giddily as he kissed her. "I just want to be with you forever...I don't know what I'd do without you, Charlie." She couldn't help the way a tendril of fear curled in her stomach as she spoke; shaking her to her core.
"Don't think about it, Evey." Charlie said firmly, gently taking her face in his hands and kissing her forehead. "You'll never have to know. You'll never have to be without me again. You will be with me forever, and I'll be with you." He drew her onto the dance floor, sweeping her across the floor with a grace that came from years of ballroom classes. "Every minute with you is like an eternity I never want to end, Evey, love."
"Every second without you is going to be even longer." Eveleen told him desperately, wanting him to understand. "You'll come back to me, won't you? So we can have our wedding night? So I can be your wife in more than name only, so you can become a healer like we've always dreamed, while I stay at home with our three darling children?"
Charlie laughed at the reminder of their dream life, planned over long dinners and secret meetings in muggle London. "You are my wife in more than name." he told her, kissing her again, a little more firmly and just a little less than chastely. "You're the love of my life, my reason for living, of course I will--and you can have your garden." Her fears allayed, he hoped, he bit down on his own as they danced.
2003
Morag MacDougal sat at a corner booth in the small Muggle cafe where she was a loyal, if irregular, customer. She played with her deep red hair as she sipped her tea, the movement betraying the fact that she was thinking and her nervousness as well as the fact that she had started singing quietly along with the Muggle song on the radio. She only really sang when her mind was otherwise occupied or someone managed to convince or cajole her into it. She disliked her voice. " It's all been done/It's all been done/It's all been done before. And if I put my fingers here, and if I say/"I love you, dear"..."
"Why Blood, I didn't know you felt that way!" Draco Malfoy teased in a deliberately husky voice as he came up behind her, brushing his hand across the back of her neck as he passed her in order to sit in the seat across from her, conceitedly aware of the way she shivered at the mere touch of his fingers on her neck, her singing stopping instantly.
Morag just scoffed at that, taking a long drink of her tea to hide just how true that statement was, because it was all just convenience for Draco, and while it had started that way for her, somewhere along the line it had changed, transformed, her old crush on him flaring up and blossoming into something that was unfortunately love. "It's tomorrow." She said after a long moment of comfortable silence, the song ending in the background. "Nervous?"
Draco shook his head wryly. "Me? Nervous? Ha." It wasn't quite a lie, he didn't say that he wasn't nervous, because somehow, he could never seem to lie to Morag, but he could stretch the truth.
Morag looked into his eyes with a small smile and nodded, not fooled in the slightest. "Yeah, me too." She said in a low voice, almost a whisper, sipping a bit of her lukewarm tea and wrinkling her nose in distaste. That's what came of being lost in thought. Looking around discreetly to make sure no one was watching she murmured a wandless warming charm and took another sip.
And that was why. Somehow she could always see right through his deceptions--even if they weren't lies. They sat there in companionable silence, warnings and worries neither would say hanging heavily in the air as they drank their tea and tried desperately not to care, or to convince themselves that they didn't, but before too much time went by, control waned and they snuck off towards the bathroom as the regulars just hid their smiles and pretended not to notice, but when you have a screamer as loud as Morag MacDougal and a distinct lack of silencing charms, it's hard not to know exactly what was going on behind the bathroom door.
Straightening his clothes and brushing lint off of his muggle shirt, and then leaned forward and tucked a stray curl behind Morag's ear as she picked up her purse, and blinking when she said 'goodbye.' "No." He said in a quiet but firm tone. "Not goodbye, goodnight."
Morag smiled at that, and kissed him lightly. "Goodnight." She repeated, before exiting the small cafe, and considering things in her normal philosophical way until she reached the nearest Apparition spot, and disappeared with a pop.