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ayane_tsurugi) wrote2009-07-10 05:40 pm
ayane_tsurugi) wrote2009-07-10 05:40 pm
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The Meaning Behind Smokes (Draco/Ginny, PG)
Title: The Meaning Behind Smokes
Author:ayane_tsurugi
Rating: PG
Pairing: Draco/Ginny
Word Count: 475
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are the property of J.K. Rowling, who is definitely not me. I make no money from my efforts here; I’m just playing around.
Warnings: EWE
Summary: It's the night of Draco's ten-year Hogwarts Reunion.
Author’s Notes: Written for part two of the final challenge at the Draco/Ginny LDWS Competition on LJ. I won! :D
“You know we don’t have to do this,” she said as he pulled out his third cigarette of the evening and flicked the lighter open. They were standing outside Hogwarts’ huge castle doors and they could hear music playing and the soft rumble of many people talking at once; the sounds of Draco’s ten year reunion.
A reunion to which they were very late. Being a Weasley, you got used to the term “fashionably late” because so many people should not be made to get ready in such a small house, but tonight, Draco had planned it this way. Despite the fierce determination to face the people in the Great Hall who had been trying to blame him for the tragedies of war these last ten years, he’d wanted an easy out. If no one saw him, he could simply turn back around and go home.
“I know we don’t,” he said. But she knew that he wasn’t going to leave. The first cigarette, that was the stress smoke. He’d paced in front of the steps and smoked it down to the filter, ranting to her in much the same way as he’d been doing for the last week as he decided whether it was worth it to go and whether it was worth it to “drag you down with me,” phrased complete with an emphatic gesture towards her.
The second cigarette was the decision-maker. He’d reminisced, talking about Quidditch and Slytherin and making up some romantic story about watching her sitting by the lake that she knew was bullshit. She’d kissed him then, even though she hated the way his mouth tasted when he smoked, and he’d smirked. When they walked in, which she’d already known they would, eventually, it would be like their debut. They’d been together two years, and still the only ones who knew were Hermione, who was too observant for her own good, and Pansy Parkinson, about whom Draco said the same thing.
The third cigarette, this one was the acceptance smoke. He knew what he had to do, he just had to calm down enough to do it. He had a reputation to protect, after all. The thought made her snort in laughter and he studied her curiously for a moment. When he checked his watch, he laughed too. “Do you think Hermione and Pansy are angry at us yet?”
In her mind, she could see the both of them tapping their feet and sharing annoyed glances, much to the confusion of their parties, and grinned. “Furious.”
He threw the last part of his smoke on the ground and mashed it with his shoe, then threaded their fingers together. Walking up the stairs and into the Entrance Hall, his face became a mask of calm indifference. “Let’s do this,” she said, and he pushed open the Great Hall doors.
Author:
ayane_tsurugiRating: PG
Pairing: Draco/Ginny
Word Count: 475
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are the property of J.K. Rowling, who is definitely not me. I make no money from my efforts here; I’m just playing around.
Warnings: EWE
Summary: It's the night of Draco's ten-year Hogwarts Reunion.
Author’s Notes: Written for part two of the final challenge at the Draco/Ginny LDWS Competition on LJ. I won! :D
“You know we don’t have to do this,” she said as he pulled out his third cigarette of the evening and flicked the lighter open. They were standing outside Hogwarts’ huge castle doors and they could hear music playing and the soft rumble of many people talking at once; the sounds of Draco’s ten year reunion.
A reunion to which they were very late. Being a Weasley, you got used to the term “fashionably late” because so many people should not be made to get ready in such a small house, but tonight, Draco had planned it this way. Despite the fierce determination to face the people in the Great Hall who had been trying to blame him for the tragedies of war these last ten years, he’d wanted an easy out. If no one saw him, he could simply turn back around and go home.
“I know we don’t,” he said. But she knew that he wasn’t going to leave. The first cigarette, that was the stress smoke. He’d paced in front of the steps and smoked it down to the filter, ranting to her in much the same way as he’d been doing for the last week as he decided whether it was worth it to go and whether it was worth it to “drag you down with me,” phrased complete with an emphatic gesture towards her.
The second cigarette was the decision-maker. He’d reminisced, talking about Quidditch and Slytherin and making up some romantic story about watching her sitting by the lake that she knew was bullshit. She’d kissed him then, even though she hated the way his mouth tasted when he smoked, and he’d smirked. When they walked in, which she’d already known they would, eventually, it would be like their debut. They’d been together two years, and still the only ones who knew were Hermione, who was too observant for her own good, and Pansy Parkinson, about whom Draco said the same thing.
The third cigarette, this one was the acceptance smoke. He knew what he had to do, he just had to calm down enough to do it. He had a reputation to protect, after all. The thought made her snort in laughter and he studied her curiously for a moment. When he checked his watch, he laughed too. “Do you think Hermione and Pansy are angry at us yet?”
In her mind, she could see the both of them tapping their feet and sharing annoyed glances, much to the confusion of their parties, and grinned. “Furious.”
He threw the last part of his smoke on the ground and mashed it with his shoe, then threaded their fingers together. Walking up the stairs and into the Entrance Hall, his face became a mask of calm indifference. “Let’s do this,” she said, and he pushed open the Great Hall doors.