goten0040 wrote Frozen for fallenwitch
Title: Frozen
Author: goten0040
Rating: PG-13
Possible Spoilers/Warnings: slight HBP?
Summary: “I was frozen in my spot.” A Draco POV fic in which Ginny breaks Draco's heart (inadvertently or deliberately, your choice). It may end anyway you'd like - hanging, hopeful, pissed off, resigned, reconciled, etc.
Author's Notes: Not as much snark as I wanted, but I tried my best, so I hope you like it!
Beta: clarinetbandgeek07 (http://www.fanfiction.net/~clarinetbandgeek07)
I was frozen in my spot.
“Pardon me?”
Ginny sat on the large windowsill in a black skirt that trailed at her ankles and a white button-down shirt. Her auburn locks hung over her shoulder, almost glowing in the light of the orange sunset. Her eyes focused on that dark, fiery ball.
“Don’t act like you haven’t noticed,” she sighed, her once youthful voice sounding mature and weary. I always knew I was the cause of that.
“Ginny, don’t be ridiculous,” I said, trying to wave it off.
“I’m NOT being ridiculous!” she said, turning to look at me, burnt sienna eyes catching just a small ray of sunlight. “This needs to stop.”
I shuffled my feet a little bit, taken aback slightly. She turned back to the window as if she could no longer face me.
“…Why?” I knew the answer, but it was the only thing I could say.
A scoff escaped her throat. “You’re not making this any easier.”
“I never have been easy to deal with,” I said. “Why would I be now?
Ginny closed her eyes and leaned against the windowpane. I felt guilty, knowing the disgruntled look on her face meant a headache was coming on, but I couldn’t bring myself to understand her reasoning behind anything that she was saying.
“…Why?” I asked again, a bit quieter.
“Don’t you see everything that’s wrong with this?” Ginny said. “Look around, Draco. At this. At us.” She gestured to the shabby flat we lived in.
“I see it, Ginny. I’m not blind,” I muttered, pacing to the other side of the room.
I looked down at the carpet, seeing fresh indents of furniture that had once been there. Lately she’d been moving things around… decorating… mainly busy work. I’d grazed her skin with those thin, nimble fingertips, but it had not even prickled to my touch. She continued to work. I’d inhaled the scent of that auburn hair and relished in it. She failed to do the same. For some reason, her attraction had dried up and hidden itself deep within her. It was still there, though. I knew. She’d just found some way to ignore it.
In a way, it annoyed me. I had known her throughout the past few years to be wailing in depths of passion, smiling that devious smile whenever I cast a look in her direction. I could remember those chocolate eyes burning up and melting beautifully into something I could only describe as spicy and tantalizing. I could remember that delicate curve of her hip and those rosy lips that were thick from biting. I remember the freckles that covered her head-to-toe and kissing every one of them.
But it wasn’t like that anymore…
“If you don’t SEE it, Draco, then I have nothing left to say,” she said.
“Ginevra Weasley, if you have EVER doubted my feelings for you, then you shouldn’t have ever said anything to me.”
She turned back to the window again, this time and screwed up expression on her face, one that was contorted and pained. I ran a hand through my hair, and I could feel that it was dirty.
“I loved it here, Draco. I really did,” she said, her voice withered.
“You can STILL love it here! What changed?” I was getting frustrated with her.
“Look outside, Draco! There’s a WAR going on out there! What are we doing? We’re just sitting around, waiting for our friends and family to die!”
“It was YOUR idea, Ginny! You wanted to run away. Get away from everything! Remember that?” I argued. “We sat behind your ruddy little house crying together and you wanted to leave. I offered you my hand and you took it.”
“I never thought it would go this far,” she said laying her forehead against her knees.
“What?! Don’t be serious, Ginny!” I cried, grasping a discarded bottle of Firewhiskey and slamming it into the table, shattering it into pieces.
She kept her face hidden behind those long red curls, which began to appear brown in the fading sunset light.
“My family’s out there dying and I’m sitting here with you,” she said.
“So you regret it,” I said, feeling my eyes burn. “You REGRET what we have, what we had. Do you still think of me as an enemy? Was I just some toy to you? Something that made you feel naughty, like a little girl playing against the rules? Was I your rebellion? Is that it?”
“NO!” Ginny yelped, her voice cracking. “Draco, we were young and we were scared! You had to get away from your family and I had to get away from the fighting. Now we’re here. Look around, Draco. We have NOTHING.”
“Nothing? NOTHING?! I see plenty, Ginevra! I see a flat. I see food on the table. I see… well, I thought that I saw you, but apparently, you don’t see that.”
She stood up for the first time, that skirt falling to its full length. Her eyes were already puffy and red. I sighed.
“I do,” she said, sniffling, “But… my family…”
“I did not drag you away from that, Ginny. I was willing to buy my time in Malfoy Manor until you were ready to leave. You KNOW that!”
“My brother’s dead, Draco,” she whispered.
I silenced immediately.
“I got the news today. I’ve had someone keeping an eye on them for me and sending word back…. Your father killed Ron.”
I wanted to speak. I desperately wanted to speak. I had so many words in me, scratching at the bottom of my throat and burning in my chest and stomach, but I couldn’t speak them. My voice just wouldn’t come.
“I know, Draco… You didn’t do it. Your father did,” Ginny went on, walking slowly around the room, her hands a bit shaky, matching her voice, “But… I still can’t keep doing this.”
“G-Ginny,” I stammered, feeling choked. “I…”
She didn’t look at me. Her point was made. It was a dizzying feeling, the world dropping out from under me. I felt like something had slammed into my head. It left me reeling.
“…Ginny… I… just…” I looked down at my feet. “If… that’s what’ll make you happy.”
I heard a sharp intake of breath from Ginny. She grasped her chest and turned to me.
“Draco…”
“Just get out. That’s what you want isn’t it?! GET OUT!”
“But I-”
“Make your choice, Ginevra. You can’t keep dragging me around like this…. I love you, Ginny, but… I won’t take the abuse on my heart. I’ve been through too much of that. I won’t take it.”
“I just don’t know what to do!” she cried, tears flowing freely now. She collapsed to the floor in sobs.
“Ginny,” I caved and rushed to her, grasping her shoulders and pulling her to me.
She cried into my shirt. “I want to be there with them, Draco! I don’t want to be away when they’re gone! I regret not being able to see them!”
I pressed my cheek against her head as she clung to me. She clutched me so tightly, it was as if she were about to fall down to her death. Maybe she was.
“Go to them,” I said with finality.
She looked up at me with wide eyes. I could see the dirt on her face, the smeared make up and mussed hair. Something about it was beautiful and heartbreaking. I smiled at her half-heartedly.
“They need you. Go to them. I’ll be here.” I died inside.
“Draco…” she whispered shakily.
She shoved me to the floor and slammed her lips against mine, all the hurt and passion she’d ever felt melting into my body in one salty, bittersweet kiss. I knew she could feel my anguish, no matter how much I repressed it, but she needed to go. I just knew it. If she didn’t go, she’d continue to worry and slowly disintegrate into the ghost-that-once-was-Ginny. She would lose herself.
“Damn this war!” I cried breathlessly. “Damn this fucking war!”
She stood, tears rolling down her cheeks again. “Goodbye…”
She didn’t wait for my response. I knew she couldn’t. I knew that that one word ripped me up. I wouldn’t let it happen to her. I lay there on the floor, staring at the door she’d left through. Somehow, deep in my heart, I knew she wouldn’t come back. The kiss said it all. She was gone. I would never see her again. A tear made its way out of my eye, followed by another and another…
I was frozen in my spot.
ORIGINAL REQUEST:
BRIEFLY describe what you'd like to receive: A Draco POV fic in which Ginny breaks Draco's heart (inadvertently or deliberately, your choice). It may end anyway you'd like - hanging, hopeful, pissed off, resigned, reconciled, etc.
The tone/mood of the fic: Dark and angst ridden with snarky humor, please!
A Theme/element/line of dialogue/object you want in your fic: A broken bottle of Firewhiskey.
Canon or AU? Canonish, please. If it's AU, that's okay, just don't make it wildly AU.
Rating of the the fic you want: Any.
Deal Breakers (what don't you want?): No children or pregnancies or D/G deaths, please.
Author: goten0040
Rating: PG-13
Possible Spoilers/Warnings: slight HBP?
Summary: “I was frozen in my spot.” A Draco POV fic in which Ginny breaks Draco's heart (inadvertently or deliberately, your choice). It may end anyway you'd like - hanging, hopeful, pissed off, resigned, reconciled, etc.
Author's Notes: Not as much snark as I wanted, but I tried my best, so I hope you like it!
Beta: clarinetbandgeek07 (http://www.fanfiction.net/~clarinetbandgeek07)
I was frozen in my spot.
“Pardon me?”
Ginny sat on the large windowsill in a black skirt that trailed at her ankles and a white button-down shirt. Her auburn locks hung over her shoulder, almost glowing in the light of the orange sunset. Her eyes focused on that dark, fiery ball.
“Don’t act like you haven’t noticed,” she sighed, her once youthful voice sounding mature and weary. I always knew I was the cause of that.
“Ginny, don’t be ridiculous,” I said, trying to wave it off.
“I’m NOT being ridiculous!” she said, turning to look at me, burnt sienna eyes catching just a small ray of sunlight. “This needs to stop.”
I shuffled my feet a little bit, taken aback slightly. She turned back to the window as if she could no longer face me.
“…Why?” I knew the answer, but it was the only thing I could say.
A scoff escaped her throat. “You’re not making this any easier.”
“I never have been easy to deal with,” I said. “Why would I be now?
Ginny closed her eyes and leaned against the windowpane. I felt guilty, knowing the disgruntled look on her face meant a headache was coming on, but I couldn’t bring myself to understand her reasoning behind anything that she was saying.
“…Why?” I asked again, a bit quieter.
“Don’t you see everything that’s wrong with this?” Ginny said. “Look around, Draco. At this. At us.” She gestured to the shabby flat we lived in.
“I see it, Ginny. I’m not blind,” I muttered, pacing to the other side of the room.
I looked down at the carpet, seeing fresh indents of furniture that had once been there. Lately she’d been moving things around… decorating… mainly busy work. I’d grazed her skin with those thin, nimble fingertips, but it had not even prickled to my touch. She continued to work. I’d inhaled the scent of that auburn hair and relished in it. She failed to do the same. For some reason, her attraction had dried up and hidden itself deep within her. It was still there, though. I knew. She’d just found some way to ignore it.
In a way, it annoyed me. I had known her throughout the past few years to be wailing in depths of passion, smiling that devious smile whenever I cast a look in her direction. I could remember those chocolate eyes burning up and melting beautifully into something I could only describe as spicy and tantalizing. I could remember that delicate curve of her hip and those rosy lips that were thick from biting. I remember the freckles that covered her head-to-toe and kissing every one of them.
But it wasn’t like that anymore…
“If you don’t SEE it, Draco, then I have nothing left to say,” she said.
“Ginevra Weasley, if you have EVER doubted my feelings for you, then you shouldn’t have ever said anything to me.”
She turned back to the window again, this time and screwed up expression on her face, one that was contorted and pained. I ran a hand through my hair, and I could feel that it was dirty.
“I loved it here, Draco. I really did,” she said, her voice withered.
“You can STILL love it here! What changed?” I was getting frustrated with her.
“Look outside, Draco! There’s a WAR going on out there! What are we doing? We’re just sitting around, waiting for our friends and family to die!”
“It was YOUR idea, Ginny! You wanted to run away. Get away from everything! Remember that?” I argued. “We sat behind your ruddy little house crying together and you wanted to leave. I offered you my hand and you took it.”
“I never thought it would go this far,” she said laying her forehead against her knees.
“What?! Don’t be serious, Ginny!” I cried, grasping a discarded bottle of Firewhiskey and slamming it into the table, shattering it into pieces.
She kept her face hidden behind those long red curls, which began to appear brown in the fading sunset light.
“My family’s out there dying and I’m sitting here with you,” she said.
“So you regret it,” I said, feeling my eyes burn. “You REGRET what we have, what we had. Do you still think of me as an enemy? Was I just some toy to you? Something that made you feel naughty, like a little girl playing against the rules? Was I your rebellion? Is that it?”
“NO!” Ginny yelped, her voice cracking. “Draco, we were young and we were scared! You had to get away from your family and I had to get away from the fighting. Now we’re here. Look around, Draco. We have NOTHING.”
“Nothing? NOTHING?! I see plenty, Ginevra! I see a flat. I see food on the table. I see… well, I thought that I saw you, but apparently, you don’t see that.”
She stood up for the first time, that skirt falling to its full length. Her eyes were already puffy and red. I sighed.
“I do,” she said, sniffling, “But… my family…”
“I did not drag you away from that, Ginny. I was willing to buy my time in Malfoy Manor until you were ready to leave. You KNOW that!”
“My brother’s dead, Draco,” she whispered.
I silenced immediately.
“I got the news today. I’ve had someone keeping an eye on them for me and sending word back…. Your father killed Ron.”
I wanted to speak. I desperately wanted to speak. I had so many words in me, scratching at the bottom of my throat and burning in my chest and stomach, but I couldn’t speak them. My voice just wouldn’t come.
“I know, Draco… You didn’t do it. Your father did,” Ginny went on, walking slowly around the room, her hands a bit shaky, matching her voice, “But… I still can’t keep doing this.”
“G-Ginny,” I stammered, feeling choked. “I…”
She didn’t look at me. Her point was made. It was a dizzying feeling, the world dropping out from under me. I felt like something had slammed into my head. It left me reeling.
“…Ginny… I… just…” I looked down at my feet. “If… that’s what’ll make you happy.”
I heard a sharp intake of breath from Ginny. She grasped her chest and turned to me.
“Draco…”
“Just get out. That’s what you want isn’t it?! GET OUT!”
“But I-”
“Make your choice, Ginevra. You can’t keep dragging me around like this…. I love you, Ginny, but… I won’t take the abuse on my heart. I’ve been through too much of that. I won’t take it.”
“I just don’t know what to do!” she cried, tears flowing freely now. She collapsed to the floor in sobs.
“Ginny,” I caved and rushed to her, grasping her shoulders and pulling her to me.
She cried into my shirt. “I want to be there with them, Draco! I don’t want to be away when they’re gone! I regret not being able to see them!”
I pressed my cheek against her head as she clung to me. She clutched me so tightly, it was as if she were about to fall down to her death. Maybe she was.
“Go to them,” I said with finality.
She looked up at me with wide eyes. I could see the dirt on her face, the smeared make up and mussed hair. Something about it was beautiful and heartbreaking. I smiled at her half-heartedly.
“They need you. Go to them. I’ll be here.” I died inside.
“Draco…” she whispered shakily.
She shoved me to the floor and slammed her lips against mine, all the hurt and passion she’d ever felt melting into my body in one salty, bittersweet kiss. I knew she could feel my anguish, no matter how much I repressed it, but she needed to go. I just knew it. If she didn’t go, she’d continue to worry and slowly disintegrate into the ghost-that-once-was-Ginny. She would lose herself.
“Damn this war!” I cried breathlessly. “Damn this fucking war!”
She stood, tears rolling down her cheeks again. “Goodbye…”
She didn’t wait for my response. I knew she couldn’t. I knew that that one word ripped me up. I wouldn’t let it happen to her. I lay there on the floor, staring at the door she’d left through. Somehow, deep in my heart, I knew she wouldn’t come back. The kiss said it all. She was gone. I would never see her again. A tear made its way out of my eye, followed by another and another…
I was frozen in my spot.
ORIGINAL REQUEST:
BRIEFLY describe what you'd like to receive: A Draco POV fic in which Ginny breaks Draco's heart (inadvertently or deliberately, your choice). It may end anyway you'd like - hanging, hopeful, pissed off, resigned, reconciled, etc.
The tone/mood of the fic: Dark and angst ridden with snarky humor, please!
A Theme/element/line of dialogue/object you want in your fic: A broken bottle of Firewhiskey.
Canon or AU? Canonish, please. If it's AU, that's okay, just don't make it wildly AU.
Rating of the the fic you want: Any.
Deal Breakers (what don't you want?): No children or pregnancies or D/G deaths, please.