Fandom: Harry Potter
Characters: Ginny Weasley, Draco Malfoy
Author’s Note: Written for Lunar Fire’s prompt at the D/G Forum. The original prompt reads:
Length: 300-500 words
Pairing: Must be D/G centric
Requirements: Must quote a line from a book. (Ex. "To be or not to be.") Must include some sort of public spectacle.
Thank you, Dante Aligheri. Drabble. AU. Fluff.
It was almost inconspicuous. Almost. But Ginny spied the flash of blond hair over the crest of the hill and suddenly she was running flat out towards him, leaving the bewildered group behind her. They would have given chase but everyone was tending to someone dead or dying, and besides the place had to be secured. All Ron had time to do was call a warning “Ginny!” but distance had already swallowed her up.
Draco heard her first, the pounding footsteps alerting him to her presence and he spun around with half a smirk already in place. He was tired and a mess, wand clutched loosely in his hand and weariness etched in every line of his glorious face, but his eyes lit up like diamonds when he saw her.
They both fell to the ground when she crashed into him, and she pummelled him with tiny fists as he cradled her face with utmost care. She was saying things, meaningless things that he couldn’t hear anyway and her body heaved with exertion as she pressed her smaller frame into his, still hitting but less forcefully now.
And then, slowly, the smacks gave way to caresses and she was checking him for bruises and injuries and Draco winced when she touched a particularly vicious cut on his shoulder, which set her off again. He couldn’t see her face, she kept her curtain of hair firmly between them, but he could feel her tears and they branded him where they fell on bare skin. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, ignoring his screaming muscles and the twinges in his back, wrapped his arms around her and inhaled.
“You took too long – worried sick – long journey – shorter path.” She continued mumbling into his shirt, and Draco kissed the top of her head over and over because there was no one there to say he couldn’t. Not yet.
“Ginny,” he said and the something like apology in his tone made her look at him, and her brown eyes felt like home to Draco, even when they were filled with tears and narrowed in frustration.
“The only road I could have taken,” he told her gently, “was the road I took.” He used a hand to sweep the hair back from her face before he cupped her cheek and kissed her lightly.
“Draco,” she whispered, fiercely tender. And in that voice lay his salvation.