Learning To Sing The Blues by 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.




1. Learning To Sing The Blues
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**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.

**………**

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