Remix fic, because everyone else posted
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valarltdTitle: All they have left (The Muskrat Love Remix)
Author: Angel (valarltd@yahoo.com)
Summary: A bleak wedding night
Rating: PG
Fandom: Harry Potter
Warnings: (if applicable) Character Death (post final battle)
Spoilers: (if applicable) Everything through HBP
Title, Author and URL of original story: All they have left, Jaxmari (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
imadra_blue) http://www.the-archive.net/viewstory.php?sid=2625
Ginny brushed her hair, ignoring as much of her reflection as she could. She didn’t look over her shoulder at her husband. Husband–now there was a word she’d never thought to apply to Ferret Boy. All her teen years, he had tormented her, tormented her brothers, tormented her beloved Harry. And now, at the end of it all, he’d asked her and she’d said yes. There really wasn’t any other option.
She tried not to remember too much. She didn’t want to hear his long-gone hisses of “weasel,” “blood traitor” and “muggle-lover,” not tonight of all nights. She tried not to remember her parents, the twins, Ron and Harry, all gone now. Tried not to remember the battle where Bellatrix Lestrange had scarred her cheeks, marking her permanently in ways no magic could heal.
Percy had stood up with them in the registry office today, stone-faced and red-eyed. She no longer blamed him for all the deaths, but he would never stop blaming himself. And now he would never forgive her either, not for marrying an old enemy.
She kept brushing, feeling Draco’s eyes on her. The sound of the brush was obscured by the sound of the final battle, and the wild ball of light and magic spawned by the simultaneous deaths of Harry and Voldemort. Draco had saved her. She owed him.
She didn’t hate him anymore. She couldn’t. No family of his own, anymore. No family fortune since Snape had swindled and squandered it. Just a beautiful man in his early twenties, a year older than her. Let the past be past and the dead bury the dead, she told herself, if only for this one night, her wedding night.
She could feel nothing. Not hatred, not fear or blame, but not love either. She would not be alone against the nightmares. That was all that mattered.
The lily scent in her hair was cloying. She had chosen it because the muggles used it as symbol of Easter, of new life, and also because of Harry. No matter how hard she tried, it would always be Harry and never Draco.
She set the hairbrush down and turned to her new husband, the gold on her hand a strange weight. He smile was sad as she went to where he lay on the bed in the Three Broomsticks, the best honeymoon they could afford before returning to their bedsitter tomorrow.
Ginny kissed Draco. His lips were soft and warm. He reached up to stroke her hair. The flaming Weasley hair, that had marked her out and been the target of his insults for years. Now the only true beauty she had left. Inside, she cried “Harry!”
"Do you miss him?" he asked after a moment, seeing her distance, tasting the coldness of her affection.. Draco knew he didn't have to say his name.
Ginny's smile was bitter. "Yes."
The next kiss was fierce, possessive, claiming her as his. She yielded to it, no longer really caring what happened to her body, knowing that feeling was wrong, that she should enjoy his kisses.
"So do I," he murmured. Ginny was shocked to realize he really meant that. She looked into the pale eyes and saw the truth of it. Harry had never been hers alone.
She didn’t know how she would bear his touch tonight and all the nights to come. She knew she would though. And she knew that loving their dead lover would be what held them together through all the coming years. She went into his arms with a smile.
Author: Angel (valarltd@yahoo.com)
Summary: A bleak wedding night
Rating: PG
Fandom: Harry Potter
Warnings: (if applicable) Character Death (post final battle)
Spoilers: (if applicable) Everything through HBP
Title, Author and URL of original story: All they have left, Jaxmari (
imadra_blue) http://www.the-archive.net/viewstory.php?sid=2625Ginny brushed her hair, ignoring as much of her reflection as she could. She didn’t look over her shoulder at her husband. Husband–now there was a word she’d never thought to apply to Ferret Boy. All her teen years, he had tormented her, tormented her brothers, tormented her beloved Harry. And now, at the end of it all, he’d asked her and she’d said yes. There really wasn’t any other option.
She tried not to remember too much. She didn’t want to hear his long-gone hisses of “weasel,” “blood traitor” and “muggle-lover,” not tonight of all nights. She tried not to remember her parents, the twins, Ron and Harry, all gone now. Tried not to remember the battle where Bellatrix Lestrange had scarred her cheeks, marking her permanently in ways no magic could heal.
Percy had stood up with them in the registry office today, stone-faced and red-eyed. She no longer blamed him for all the deaths, but he would never stop blaming himself. And now he would never forgive her either, not for marrying an old enemy.
She kept brushing, feeling Draco’s eyes on her. The sound of the brush was obscured by the sound of the final battle, and the wild ball of light and magic spawned by the simultaneous deaths of Harry and Voldemort. Draco had saved her. She owed him.
She didn’t hate him anymore. She couldn’t. No family of his own, anymore. No family fortune since Snape had swindled and squandered it. Just a beautiful man in his early twenties, a year older than her. Let the past be past and the dead bury the dead, she told herself, if only for this one night, her wedding night.
She could feel nothing. Not hatred, not fear or blame, but not love either. She would not be alone against the nightmares. That was all that mattered.
The lily scent in her hair was cloying. She had chosen it because the muggles used it as symbol of Easter, of new life, and also because of Harry. No matter how hard she tried, it would always be Harry and never Draco.
She set the hairbrush down and turned to her new husband, the gold on her hand a strange weight. He smile was sad as she went to where he lay on the bed in the Three Broomsticks, the best honeymoon they could afford before returning to their bedsitter tomorrow.
Ginny kissed Draco. His lips were soft and warm. He reached up to stroke her hair. The flaming Weasley hair, that had marked her out and been the target of his insults for years. Now the only true beauty she had left. Inside, she cried “Harry!”
"Do you miss him?" he asked after a moment, seeing her distance, tasting the coldness of her affection.. Draco knew he didn't have to say his name.
Ginny's smile was bitter. "Yes."
The next kiss was fierce, possessive, claiming her as his. She yielded to it, no longer really caring what happened to her body, knowing that feeling was wrong, that she should enjoy his kisses.
"So do I," he murmured. Ginny was shocked to realize he really meant that. She looked into the pale eyes and saw the truth of it. Harry had never been hers alone.
She didn’t know how she would bear his touch tonight and all the nights to come. She knew she would though. And she knew that loving their dead lover would be what held them together through all the coming years. She went into his arms with a smile.
