Learning To Sing The Blues

Ursula Lives

Rating: PG
Genres: Romance
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 5
Published: 05/08/2004
Last Updated: 05/08/2004
Status: in_progress

There are a million different starts, she just hopes this is the right one.

Chapters

1. Learning To Sing The Blues

1. Learning To Sing The Blues

Author’s Note: Hello everyone! This is the first D/G fiction I’ve ever written. Nothing special, just a response to a challenge over on the forums. (By ~*~Ginny_Malfoy~*~).

Disclaimer: Everything you recognize, I don’t own. I do; however, on a lovely pair of pink toe socks with little cats on them.

Summary: There are a million different starts, she just hopes this is the right one.

Learning To Sing The Blues

They haven’t been living together long, two months at the most. Ginny still can’t believe it sometimes, so she’ll hunt him down in their crowded studio apartment. Right now she doesn’t have to bother looking for him, because he’s sitting at his desk going through bills. She can hear him muttering to himself, a habit she’s come to hate.

She’s currently sitting on the couch, in nothing but her undergarments, wondering why she’s even with him. Truth be told they don’t exactly have the best relationship. He never takes her out, she doesn’t cook him meals, he never bothers to tell her things until the last minute, and she doesn’t bother to answer him most of the time. She shifts in her seat and looks around the small living space.

The air is thick and heavy, a summer’s rain threatening to explode at any moment from the fat, gray clouds that rolled in over the night. Ginny can’t wait for the first raindrop to fall, that way she can go stand in the pouring rain. Standing up she walks into the small kitchen area to make herself a sandwich.

“I don’t think we’re going to make it this month,” She hears him say from behind her. She turns to look at him. His hair, wheat blonde, falls into steel gray eyes. His eyes remind her of the storm clouds hovering outside, and sends a shiver down her spine.

“We can cut back,” She says, turning back to placing lettuce upon bread. His arms come to circle around her waist, and his chin rest on her shoulder.

“Ginny,” He says. His voice is low, threatening.

“What?” She snaps. “Draco, what is so horribly wrong about cutting back? We’re not in the wizarding world, we don’t have money to just--throw around!”

He pulls away from her, and she jumps when his fists connects with the wall.

“Ginny,” He growls, turning her around to face him. “I’m well aware of the fact that we’re not exactly flowing with money, alright? I don’t need you reminding me all the time. However, I’m also aware of the fact that I’m the only one working.”

Ginny shakes so bad she can feel it all the way in her toes. Her sandwich forgotten she yanks away from his grasp and stalks into their bedroom, shutting the door loudly behind her. She can’t stay here with him, she’s not sure what made her think she could in the first place. He barges in moments after and watches as she begins throwing things into her old Hogwarts trunk.

“What are you doing?” He asks, eyes never leaving her back. She doesn’t bother to answer, and instead turns around and hurtles a thick volume at him. He ducks just in time before cursing loudly and storming out of the room. Ginny tries her best not to cry as she drags her trunk into the living room.

Her breath catches in her throat at the sight of Draco. He’s slumped against the foot of the couch, head down, shoulders sagged. He doesn’t bother to look up when she starts a fire in the small fireplace. Taking a hold of Floo Powder she angrily tosses it into the fire. The flames dance and turn green.

“The Bur-”

“Stay.”

Ginny’s body shuts down momentarily. His voice was so low she’s not sure if she imagined it. She doesn’t dare look at him.

“Do I really have a reason to stay?” She asks, her voice trembling. She hears Draco shift, and turns around to look at him. He’s looking up at her and all she wants to do is hide.

“Well, there’s me,” He says, just as softly as before. “That’s a start, isn’t it?”

Ginny feels herself deflating and emits a sigh. There are a million different starts, she just hopes this is the right one.

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Yes, the title has nothing to do with the story, but oh well. Review for a cookie?