DISCLAIMER: She does. Me not.
SUMMARY: After the end of her world, he just won't chasing after
her. Ginny, Draco, G/D, past G/H
WORCOUNT: 7x100
Written for the 'miss' challenge at HP100
MAD RACE
by Leni
The churchs bells ended their mournful song. The last attendants scurried back into
their refuges.
a flash of silver
Ginny began her slow walk to Hermiones parents, a new family being born where
everybody else was missing.
the ghost of green
Suddenly she understood. Even after shed lost everything else, theyd rob
her peace, too. Shed swallowed the nervous laugh, looked around with eyes that
begged for help, for protection, for reassurance. But the Grangers were only human, their
grief too raw to deal with consequences.
Ginny was alone, so alone she ran, still seeing the silvergreen trailing after her.
*
She was supposed to be easy prey. Having just buried two parents, five brothers and so
many friends, the last Weasley wasnt meant to be a challenge. Yet she was.
He was supposed to snatch her into darkness, weaken her until she understood that oblivion
was her freedom. But she wouldnt be persuaded, and a young Malfoy wasnt
supposed to admire that.
It didnt matter. She was too fast; he missed by too little. In-between lay,
solitary, all the dreams of catching her, all the secrets hed confess. While, one
step ahead, she constantly teased a brush against his fingertips.
*
Why theyd trace her, she didnt know. She was nothing. One lost little girl,
all alone in wartime. Nobody would die for her, no secret hid in her hands. Why would
their youngest potential persist in this insane race?
This made no sense, and that terrified her. And if Malfoy ever trapped her.... Father
gone, mother gone, Harry gone, would anyone ever miss her?
Only herself.
That was why she ran. To keep that sliver of self alive, for the hope that itd be
nurtured. One day. Far away. In a land where she didnt hear his steps after hers.
*
Why he still followed her, Draco didnt know. It had been his choice, once upon a
time, though now it tasted like ingrained habits and rough need. Need, for her, for the
secret she held, for the reason why he chased and missed and chased a once shy teenager,
once the enemys beloved, once the girl standing at her familys grave.
It made no sense, but he continued. Tried to tempt her, but she wouldnt yield. Tried
to show her, but she wouldnt see. She, the loneliest one, the most fragile of his
missions, was the will he couldnt break.
*
She missed Harrys voice against her shoulder, his words running against her skin as
if chasing each other.
Chasing. Not Harry.
She tried to remember what Harrys smile looked like. A small lift of his lips, as if
his ability to truly laugh had left with his innocence. But when he did, it was heaven,
the sound following her for days.
Following. Not Harry.
She still dreamt with Harry, the times theyd had picnics outside, the memory of them
against the greenest grass.
Greens. Not Harry. Not Harry. Never Harry. And sometimes she wondered when shed
stopped being that Ginny.
*
He watched her again. The scene was the exact memory of last time. She knelt on the grass
again, mouthed the names as she traced them on stone. She mirrored her past actions, yet
everything else was different. Now she was all he could see.
A year and an anniversary she shouldnt have to remember. Back at the cemetery where
everything had begun. The place was so similar, yet she couldnt find herself
anymore. Shed lost a little to him in this mad race, and she missed that piece,
wanted it back.
She stood up, resolution made, and faced him.
*
I know youre there.
He stepped forward, his usual smile missing.
Tiredly: I wont go with you. Ever.
Its your onl---
Forget it. And she stepped away, intent of beginning again.
Wait. Pause. Ill... Ill go with you.
Why? she asked, and tried to remember if that light in his eyes meant the
truth or the lie.
Because.
Not nearly enough. Why? she insisted.
Resigned: You.
Truth, she decided, gambling her entire life with that choice. Sanity was overrated, and a
year running was more than she could handle. She held out her hand, and he finally caught
her.
The End
06/02/05
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