Black Cherry (het and slash)
Title: Black Cherry
Author: drusillas_rain
Rating: R
Disclaimer: The HP characters belong to JKR and her publishers.
Wordcount: 1, 118
Pairing: Ginny/Tom (past), Ginny/Harry, Ginny/Draco, Draco/Tom (past), Harry/Draco
Written for: hp_loveletters exchange for sasha_davidovna who requested the above pairings, as well as violins, dub-con, mindfucks, blood, hate!sex, parseltongue, breathplay, unrequited love, poetic style of writing, bittersweet, UST, snark, cleverness, witty banter, IC characters, semblance of plot.
A/N: Betaed by the wonderful luciology and the fantastic wook77.
Title inspired by the song "Black Cherry" by Goldfrapp.
Summary: Tom paid attention to her. Interested in what she had to say, what she thought, he had listened to her. Ten years later, a war is raging, and Ginny still feels bereft without him.
~~~~
One set of footprints in the snow led to a small shack in the middle of the forest. It had sheltered many secrets, including those of Ginerva Weasley.
My Black Cherry, Tom used to call her. As she lay down on the dusty bed, she could still hear his words weaving through her thoughts.
Ten years ago, he was everything. Waves of delight would surround her when they spoke. Schoolwork, Quidditch, it didn’t matter what the topic, he was always attentive. But just as abruptly, the silence came. Ginny could still taste him in her mind, turning over his velvety voice late at night.
Slipping back into the barracks, she would play hide and seek with the shadows, yearning to hear sibilant hisses once more. She wished that she hadn’t been so young when they first met.
“There you are Ginny. We were looking for you earlier.”
Harry was sweetness and sunshine. He would never ask her to use her wand on herself, pressing deep inside as it vibrated against her wet folds. He wouldn’t want her to feel dirty or like a whore, even if she asked nicely.
~~~~
Not much had changed. She was still the younger sister to be protected, left with the less useful members of the Order or the ones that couldn’t be trusted. A war raged on, but all she was allowed was to cast healing charms or prepare potions and balms.
Ginny walked through the trees, their bare branches deformed like melted wax. Everywhere she looked she saw ochre and brown, the muddy colours crawling up her shoes and staining her dress. There was no destination, no perfect light beckoning her. She wondered where he was.
The Burrow was worse. Her father came home less and less, staying in London with Fred and George. Mum spent her days in tears, her light blue eyes tinged with pink. Ginny barely recognized the woman, and her skin crawled as she waited to leave.
That first summer after Tom, she remembered creeping downstairs in the middle of the night and sitting by the window watching the season change. She hated how alive everything was.
~~~~
So long ago, there was another Ginny. She would relive the days of a girl who played Quidditch and teased her brothers. She would have memories of kissing Harry and giggling with Luna.
She didn’t like those days.
~~~~
Sometimes she would catch Draco Malfoy watching her. He was almost as pretty as Tom was, but he was easily distracted. He lacked the intense focus she craved.
Now he was hollow and languid, spat upon by all except Harry.
One Valentine’s Day, Harry had led her to a clearing where Gypsy’s played their violins and called her sweetness. They danced till dawn, and as their kiss dissolved into the music, Harry had seen a flash of platinum blond.
The chase was exhilarating. No Hermione, no Ron, no well-meaning siblings wanting her safe, just the need to keep up with the enemy. Branches and leaves whipped across her face as they ran, her breath coming in short gasps as she kept close. She was as consumed as a lioness, possessed only by the desire to reach her prey.
Tumbling down into a large ditch, ebony melded with twigs melded with platinum and with earth and with red. Her arm was broken in two places, but her lips were curled into a smile for days.
~~~~
“Do you dream of him?”
Sitting under a tree, Ginny had thought that she was in a secluded part of the barracks, but wasn’t displeased when Malfoy walked past her, muttering under his breath.
“What?”
“I said, do you have dreams of Tom?”
Malfoy stopped and a flurry of emotions passed over his face.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
As he walked away, Ginny was struck with how Tom would have likely wanted her to go to him.
So she did.
She tracked him through the forest, patiently, quietly, waiting for his fear to turn to complacency.
~~~~
Harry had said he needed her. But his caresses were clumsy and when she revealed her black velvet bra for the first time, he tripped on the carpet. She knew Tom would never have been this awkward.
Now she was lying beneath Draco, holding him to her chest as he sobbed. Ginny reached up and wiped the tears from his pale cheeks as she spread her legs wider for him. She relished his moans in her mouth and saved them for Tom.
She could sense Tom on his skin, covering the pale body with his scent, and she imagined him laving his tongue over each crease and sinew. She writhed as he pressed his fingers into her shoulder, and as Ginny clasped her hands above her head, she pictured Tom’s beautiful features above her.
~~~~
Whispers of rainbow-coloured hisses washed over Ginny as she slowly woke. The sun was peaking over the trees and streaming into her window, but the wisps of a dream still lingered, feeling sticky in her mind. Those words, familiar yet unintelligible. And utterly satisfying.
Jumping up, she scurried out of bed and across the courtyard, ignoring her tangled hair and bare feet. Harry needed to know, needed to be warned that Tom was back. Pushing open the door to his cottage, her screech caught in her throat.
Everything was all backwards. Platinum bleeding into ebony bleeding into grey bleeding into green. Raising her hand to her mouth, she stormed out into the forest.
~~~~
The sun was too bright. Everywhere she looked, it reflected on the dew and blinded her. Tom was singing to her, still calling her his black cherry.
Tan and milky flesh, not fighting, not striking, but instead marking and caressing. Harry’s mouth where Tom’s was. Where hers was.
She walked to the abandoned shack in the middle of the forest and lay out on the bed, stripping naked and using her wand, trying to comfort herself from the loneliness.
~~~~
Draco found her the next morning, still lying on the dusty bed.
“I heard him again.”
“Ginny. Don’t…”
She knows he can’t finish that sentence. There’s nothing he can say that wouldn’t be a lie. It’s the only thing they can cling to.
~~~~
“Ginny.”
Harry was back.
She put down her quill and stared at the blank pages of her journal.
“I didn’t mean for things to…”
Silencing him with her fingertips, Ginny smiled sadly. Harry was sunshine and sweetness. Harry was a hero. He would be off again, as he should be, and she would go back to waiting in the barracks, waiting for the one that tasted like ash and plundered her dreams.
Fin
Author: drusillas_rain
Rating: R
Disclaimer: The HP characters belong to JKR and her publishers.
Wordcount: 1, 118
Pairing: Ginny/Tom (past), Ginny/Harry, Ginny/Draco, Draco/Tom (past), Harry/Draco
Written for: hp_loveletters exchange for sasha_davidovna who requested the above pairings, as well as violins, dub-con, mindfucks, blood, hate!sex, parseltongue, breathplay, unrequited love, poetic style of writing, bittersweet, UST, snark, cleverness, witty banter, IC characters, semblance of plot.
A/N: Betaed by the wonderful luciology and the fantastic wook77.
Title inspired by the song "Black Cherry" by Goldfrapp.
Summary: Tom paid attention to her. Interested in what she had to say, what she thought, he had listened to her. Ten years later, a war is raging, and Ginny still feels bereft without him.
~~~~
One set of footprints in the snow led to a small shack in the middle of the forest. It had sheltered many secrets, including those of Ginerva Weasley.
My Black Cherry, Tom used to call her. As she lay down on the dusty bed, she could still hear his words weaving through her thoughts.
Ten years ago, he was everything. Waves of delight would surround her when they spoke. Schoolwork, Quidditch, it didn’t matter what the topic, he was always attentive. But just as abruptly, the silence came. Ginny could still taste him in her mind, turning over his velvety voice late at night.
Slipping back into the barracks, she would play hide and seek with the shadows, yearning to hear sibilant hisses once more. She wished that she hadn’t been so young when they first met.
“There you are Ginny. We were looking for you earlier.”
Harry was sweetness and sunshine. He would never ask her to use her wand on herself, pressing deep inside as it vibrated against her wet folds. He wouldn’t want her to feel dirty or like a whore, even if she asked nicely.
~~~~
Not much had changed. She was still the younger sister to be protected, left with the less useful members of the Order or the ones that couldn’t be trusted. A war raged on, but all she was allowed was to cast healing charms or prepare potions and balms.
Ginny walked through the trees, their bare branches deformed like melted wax. Everywhere she looked she saw ochre and brown, the muddy colours crawling up her shoes and staining her dress. There was no destination, no perfect light beckoning her. She wondered where he was.
The Burrow was worse. Her father came home less and less, staying in London with Fred and George. Mum spent her days in tears, her light blue eyes tinged with pink. Ginny barely recognized the woman, and her skin crawled as she waited to leave.
That first summer after Tom, she remembered creeping downstairs in the middle of the night and sitting by the window watching the season change. She hated how alive everything was.
~~~~
So long ago, there was another Ginny. She would relive the days of a girl who played Quidditch and teased her brothers. She would have memories of kissing Harry and giggling with Luna.
She didn’t like those days.
~~~~
Sometimes she would catch Draco Malfoy watching her. He was almost as pretty as Tom was, but he was easily distracted. He lacked the intense focus she craved.
Now he was hollow and languid, spat upon by all except Harry.
One Valentine’s Day, Harry had led her to a clearing where Gypsy’s played their violins and called her sweetness. They danced till dawn, and as their kiss dissolved into the music, Harry had seen a flash of platinum blond.
The chase was exhilarating. No Hermione, no Ron, no well-meaning siblings wanting her safe, just the need to keep up with the enemy. Branches and leaves whipped across her face as they ran, her breath coming in short gasps as she kept close. She was as consumed as a lioness, possessed only by the desire to reach her prey.
Tumbling down into a large ditch, ebony melded with twigs melded with platinum and with earth and with red. Her arm was broken in two places, but her lips were curled into a smile for days.
~~~~
“Do you dream of him?”
Sitting under a tree, Ginny had thought that she was in a secluded part of the barracks, but wasn’t displeased when Malfoy walked past her, muttering under his breath.
“What?”
“I said, do you have dreams of Tom?”
Malfoy stopped and a flurry of emotions passed over his face.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
As he walked away, Ginny was struck with how Tom would have likely wanted her to go to him.
So she did.
She tracked him through the forest, patiently, quietly, waiting for his fear to turn to complacency.
~~~~
Harry had said he needed her. But his caresses were clumsy and when she revealed her black velvet bra for the first time, he tripped on the carpet. She knew Tom would never have been this awkward.
Now she was lying beneath Draco, holding him to her chest as he sobbed. Ginny reached up and wiped the tears from his pale cheeks as she spread her legs wider for him. She relished his moans in her mouth and saved them for Tom.
She could sense Tom on his skin, covering the pale body with his scent, and she imagined him laving his tongue over each crease and sinew. She writhed as he pressed his fingers into her shoulder, and as Ginny clasped her hands above her head, she pictured Tom’s beautiful features above her.
~~~~
Whispers of rainbow-coloured hisses washed over Ginny as she slowly woke. The sun was peaking over the trees and streaming into her window, but the wisps of a dream still lingered, feeling sticky in her mind. Those words, familiar yet unintelligible. And utterly satisfying.
Jumping up, she scurried out of bed and across the courtyard, ignoring her tangled hair and bare feet. Harry needed to know, needed to be warned that Tom was back. Pushing open the door to his cottage, her screech caught in her throat.
Everything was all backwards. Platinum bleeding into ebony bleeding into grey bleeding into green. Raising her hand to her mouth, she stormed out into the forest.
~~~~
The sun was too bright. Everywhere she looked, it reflected on the dew and blinded her. Tom was singing to her, still calling her his black cherry.
Tan and milky flesh, not fighting, not striking, but instead marking and caressing. Harry’s mouth where Tom’s was. Where hers was.
She walked to the abandoned shack in the middle of the forest and lay out on the bed, stripping naked and using her wand, trying to comfort herself from the loneliness.
~~~~
Draco found her the next morning, still lying on the dusty bed.
“I heard him again.”
“Ginny. Don’t…”
She knows he can’t finish that sentence. There’s nothing he can say that wouldn’t be a lie. It’s the only thing they can cling to.
~~~~
“Ginny.”
Harry was back.
She put down her quill and stared at the blank pages of her journal.
“I didn’t mean for things to…”
Silencing him with her fingertips, Ginny smiled sadly. Harry was sunshine and sweetness. Harry was a hero. He would be off again, as he should be, and she would go back to waiting in the barracks, waiting for the one that tasted like ash and plundered her dreams.
Fin