Knowing No Bounds

kumydabookworm

Rating: R
Genres: Drama, Romance
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 5
Published: 04/08/2005
Last Updated: 04/08/2005
Status: completed

There are only two things that know no bounds: Love and Death. The small rivalries of the human race do not matter. This simple truth is what makes the world go round. Very Mild R. OneShot.

Chapters

1. Knowing No Bounds

1. Knowing No Bounds

They were fuck buddies…that was all they had ever been. One night stands put back to back was how he once thought of it. The problem was, now he wanted no one else. Parkinson, Brown, or Patil just were not enough for him anymore. He needed the passion, the fire of Ginevra Morgana Weasley. There, he had admitted it. He needed her. Lucius would say it was weak to need someone as he did Ginevra, but Lucius was in Azkaban…goes to show how far his values had taken him. He wanted her to be his…not just at night, but publicly acknowledged. He wanted her on his arm walking into the Halloween Ball or the Great Hall for meals. And he had no idea of what she thought of him.

The blasted Halloween Ball was today and he was taking that blasted Parkinson girl. He had nearly asked Ginevra two nights ago, heedless of the fact that she was going with Potter (just another thing he wanted that Potter had), but she had silenced any coherent thought with a blazing kiss. They had made love (well it might be a fuck to her, but to him it was not) more searchingly than ever before. It was as if she was looking for something deep within him beneath the erotic pleasure that burned within them.

Afterwards, she let him hold her and fell asleep in his bed instead of sneaking back to the Gryffindor common room. He liked to think that it was because she felt it too, rather than because she had been too tired to move. Waking up with her hair caressing his cheek, her body flush against his, and feeling their shared heartbeat had been the most glorious day of his life. He finally admitted to himself then, that he wanted to do this every day of his life.

He headed down to the Common Room where the ice beauty herself was waiting for him, the perfect model of Slytherin nobility. She made him sick. He released himself from her arm as soon as they made their entrance and searched the crowd for a flash of red hair…hopefully nowhere near a head of tousled black hair. She made her entrance five minutes later while Parkinson was yanking him out to the dance floor. She took his breath away, but as she turned to look at him, he quickly moved to look deeply into Parkinson’s eyes. Hell, if she could do it with Potter, he should at least pretend to feel something for Parkinson.

He was too scared to tell her. What if he did not mean anything to her? What if she pushed him away? He was in too deep with his…want…for her to sacrifice any contact with her for a remote possibility that she may love him…which he was very doubtful of. He was never worthy of her and never would be, tainted as his fate was by the Dark Side. No matter where his heart said he should be, he was thoroughly stuck with Voldemort, unless he fancied being murdered in his bed by Zabini, his Death Eater roommate.

He always wanted to be in love when he was a child. It took many beatings in the confines of chains to break that thought from Draco’s conscious mind. Now he started to remember all the full-fledged dreams that he had longed to come true when he was young…before Mother died. Of course, that was a secret known to only Lucius, her killer, and Draco, who knew immediately that this glamour was not the loving mother that was his…but instead the mother that Lucius wanted Narcissa to be.

Parkinson pulled on his hand, effectively yanking him out of his memories. “The song is over,” she hissed, “so who were you thinking about?” She looked at him suspiciously.

Draco cryptically replied, “Family business. Nothing that concerns you, Park- Pansy.”

She didn’t catch his slip-up and he didn’t expect her to…Parkinson was all show and no brains. She was trained to be a perfect pureblood wife…not caring about anything but money and her betrothed…not thinking about anything for longer than five minutes…not knowing the meaning of love. The opposite of his (real) mother…his inspiration since he had realized that she had been killed for being intelligent and sensitive and loving.

Pansy led him off the dance floor and asked him to get her punch. He unwillingly went through the crowd of couples to get a glass of punch for her. He saw Ginevra snuggling up in Potter’s arms and felt like he had to escape from here. But he couldn’t move, and he began to picture himself there instead of Potter. Potter was too short for her, she couldn’t tuck her head beneath his chin…but Draco’s height would be perfect. Parkinson came storming up to him…

“You have my punch, so why are you standing here?” she snapped.

“I don’t feel very well…I think I have to go to bed,” he mumbled at her.

“What? You can not embarrass me by leaving me dateless!” she shrieked at him over the music of the fast-beat song that the Crazy Muggles were now playing. Unheeding, Draco stormed out. She could find someone else to try to seduce…everyone knew Parkinson was the slut of the seventh years. It never worked on him anyways…once he met Ginevra.

Instead of going to the Head Boy rooms, because he knew Parkinson would be by later, he opened the Room of Requirement. Unknown to the Dream Team, Draco had been using this room since first year for various purposes. In fact, it had been he who told Umbridge to check this floor for a big door across from the portrait of Boderick the Bold.

When he opened the door, he found a hot bath and a warm bed waiting for. He decided to take the bath. Shedding his clothes as he walked across the room, he stepped into the scalding water, submerged himself in the green foamy water up to his chin, and laid his head back on the cool porcelain of the tub. Jets gently pounded into his skin and found tense spots that he had forgotten were there. His muscles relaxed to the point where he did not think he could get up had he wanted to. The water was kept hot somehow and it was nice sitting in it up to his chin. As he thought about his feelings and the Angel that made him so confused, tears leaked out from beneath his tightly shut eyelids. And that was when Ginevra walked in, sobbing, her shirt torn and hair rumpled.

“Dra-Draco?” He opened his stormy eyes and looked at her plaintively. She could see the streaks of dried tears down his cheeks. “Oh Merlin, Draco.”

He hastily said, “Gin, I would stop right there and turn around so I can get some clothes on.”

She sniffed, “Why, I obviously have seen you naked before.”

He smirked at her, “I don’t think you’re fancying a fuck right now. And I don’t think I would be able to stop myself.”

She turned her back to him as she snapped, “How can you be bloody crying and then smug the next second?”

“What are you talking about?” he said as he dressed. It was obvious he was uncomfortable. She said to him that he was a dunce if he thought tears don’t leave their mark as he stepped behind her and wrapped his arms about her waist almost tenderly. Then, she remembered the Ball and turned into his chest, the tears starting again. He held her tighter to him and smoothed her tangled hair. He never thought he was capable of whispering sweet nothings to someone, but his mouth was bent to her ear and doing just that. Slowly, the sobs subsided, and Draco carried Ginevra to the bed and tucked her in. She smiled sleepily at him and said, “You can sleep here if you want. In fact, I would prefer it.”

Surprisingly, without a comeback, he settled down beside her, and pulled her up against him. She fell asleep to the steady thud of his heart.

When she woke up, he wasn’t there. For some reason, she felt hurt and betrayed by the way he left her. That had never happened before. Then she noticed him. He was hunched over, sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. She touched him on the back and he turned his tortured eyes to her. “What the hell are you doing to me, Ginevra?”

“What?” she said shocked beyond belief.

“I-I can’t take this anymore. I want you to be mine, Ginevra Weasley…I think I am falling in love with you.” She looked at him silently and turned away. She couldn’t think straight when he looked at her like that. Then he spoke again. “Why were you crying last night?”

“I was dancing with my eyes shut against my date…Harry, wasn’t it? And I could only see you with your arms wrapped around me. I looked up into green eyes instead of the stormy grey ones that I wanted and then I looked and saw you wrapped up in Pansy Parkinson. I stormed out and collapsed in the hallways. Then I came here and found you crying.” She was nearly whispering at the end.

Draco was in heaven. She…she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. But he couldn’t say anything…she would be hurt any way she chose. Either she wouldn’t love him or she would lose her friends and possibly even her family…unless…

“I will separate myself from the Malfoy family…I think Severus will adopt me and he will find a way to let me see my mother sometimes. I will request a Resorting into another house besides Slytherin. We can be together then.”

Ginny turned away. “Draco, I – I want to – so bad…but…I can’t.”

Draco stiffened. “Why?”

Ginny said quietly, “Because Harry needs me right now.”

“Right. The Damn Boy Who Just Wouldn’t Die needs you so you’re going to give up everything just to be there for him. Didn’t he say already that he couldn’t date you because he had to kill the Dark Lord alone? He doesn’t value you…doesn’t give you the things you need…the things you deserve.”

Draco fought to hold back the secret that he had held inside for so long. But did it matter? Ginevra said she didn’t love him…so would his betrayal mean something? Yes…thought Draco fiercely. She would be hurt. A nasty voice in his head spoke. Would that be a bad thing? You would get to comfort her… He pushed away those thoughts and tried to concentrate on what Ginny was saying.

Ginny let out a strangled sob. “You wouldn’t know why, would you, Draco? He is the victory of the Light…anything I can do to keep him alive, keep him loving…it’s worth any sacrifice to beat Voldemort and his cronies.”

Draco’s face tightened with pain. He should have known that he wouldn’t be good enough. He removed the glamour that hid his Dark Mark and shoved his left arm in her lap, yanking his sleeve up. “Including me?” She recoiled, backing up away from the bed, staring at him with eyes full of fear. He got up to stand against the bed, his stance tense as a coiled spring.

He snarled in pain, “Yeah, I thought I was right.”

She looked at him plaintively. “Draco, why? Why?”

Draco turned away from her face, her tears. “Because my father would kill me…because my roommate would kill me…because nearly every person I know would kill me…if I didn’t.”

She asked, “Why didn’t you go to Dumbledore? Or a teacher? They would have protected you.”

He sighed in frustration. She was so damned innocent. “God! Ginny, Dumbledore can not be everywhere at once. Dumbledore can not create miracles. Dumbledore is NOT THE SOLUTION TO EVERY DAMNED PROBLEM IN THE UNIVERSE! I would die…and I couldn’t let that happen. Not for some damned honorable nonsense.”

She stalked toward him and shoved him on to the bed. Staring at him with her hands on her hips, the very picture of feminine fury. “You dolt! Just because you can’t see a way right now to get out…doesn’t mean you bloody give up. You are NOT going to give up!”

He said bitterly, looking into her eyes, “What’s left to struggle for? Give me one good reason why I should even try fighting.”

She turned away from him, her shoulders shaking. Then in a whisper so soft he could barely hear it, she said, “Me.”

“There is no ‘us’ anymore.”

“Not now…not when Harry needs me. But after…”

“So I’m your backup…just in case darling Potter doesn’t make it through. No. I don’t go for second best.”

“There’s only one man that I love. But I have to help the Light any way I can. Please, please, Draco, don’t do this. Don’t go down a path where I can’t follow. One where I won’t follow. Fight this. Please.”

Suddenly, he didn’t care. “Fight this? While watching you sacrificing your life while Potter and Granger fall in love? No, thanks.”

“What?” The hurt in her eyes stopped his words like a dam.

“Potter…and Granger. They’ve been together…well, since before we have. Everyone knew except for your brother and you…no one dared to tell you. Your brother didn’t know. So it went on. And now you want to give up what you want for a boy who was never faithful to you?”

Bitter tears filled her eyes and she lashed out with pain. “And were you faithful to me, Draco? God, to you I was just a fuck, right? Just like Harry.”

He protested violently, walking up and grasping her shoulders, looking at her with eyes of steel. “NO! I was faithful to you…gods, I was scared as hell when I started feeling with more than my body…but I couldn’t fuck another girl because all I could think about was you…your passion…your eyes.” He laughed. “Your damn hair, oh Merlin! No, I was faithful to you…and all this while, I hoped and prayed that you would be faithful to me. It was just a fuck to you…but to me it was so much more.” Ginny’s eyes melted, then fired up.

“Stop being a petulant prat! Harry doesn’t matter…and you weren’t just a fuck. I love you, for Merlin’s sake. You and only you and nothing will change that. Hell, not even you becoming a Death Eater.”

“I already am one. It’s best you face the truth…all of it.”

“Not in your heart, you’re not. A Death Eater couldn’t love a blood traitor like me.” She laughed bitterly.

“To be honest, I don’t think you’re doing the right thing. Not being selfish or anything. But Potter…first, I don’t think he will ever really care about you. I don’t think he’ll care about Granger either. He…since Dumbledore died, he’s distanced himself…because he can’t get hurt anymore or he’ll fall apart. I know the look, and he has it. But if he ever does open up, he’ll get hurt more if he realizes the only reason you were there for him was because you wanted to help the Light.”

“He doesn’t have to know.”

“He’ll figure it out. First, he’s a skilled Legilimens…almost as good as Dumbledore. When you’re that good, you get nuances about people’s thoughts whether you want to or not…he will be able to tell you are lying. Second, you won’t be able to hide feelings forever. Emotions aren’t meant to be hid…not ones as strong as the ones you’ll be trying to hide. You will just end up hurting him even more than he needs to be…Plus, he’s the one who turned you away…it’s not really your problem in the first place.”

“That’s what Dumbledore said.”

“Dumbledore agrees with me? Wow, that’s a first.”

“She looked at him softly. You’ll fight it?” She asked as she wrapped her arms around his waist tightly.

He held her. Stared at her. Traced the outline of her face with his fingers. “For us? Hell, yes.”

It was all over the papers the next day: the Malfoy Heir gave up his inheritance and all ties to the family itself. Narcissa Malfoy (the glamour) killed herself in shame. Draco was seen later that day being comforted by Molly Weasley.

Harry Potter allowed Draco to live in 12 Grimmauld Place until the murder attempts from Death Eaters ceased. Draco and Ginny were engaged after a year of constant interrogation by the Weasley men (quite overprotective over their baby girl/sister) and lots of over-obvious hints to get on with it from Molly Weasley (who, after a bit of reservation, cared for Draco like her own)

A year later...

The Boy Who Lived Defeats Voldemort with the help of Malfoy Jr.
Malfoy Appears At the Potter Funeral
Son Kills Father for the Light
Ginevra and Draco to be Married
The Malfoys Have Twins...A Boy and Girl

"Ginny, I am going to work!" Draco yelled above the wails of Harry Potter Malfoy and his sister, Narcissa Ginevra Malfoy.

"Be careful out there." she said sternly, while trying to maneuver a spoon into her son's reluctant mouth.

"An Auror doesn't do much nowadays, Gin." Looking at his son, Draco said, "As stubborn as Potter himself, that one. Let me try." Draco took the spoon and whirled it in the sky. Harry's eyes followed every turn.

"Going to be a Seeker just like his father, isn't he?" Ginny looked at them fondly.

"Mission Accomplished!" Draco yelled, doing a jig. The food had been swallowed...

"A lot of celebration just for a spoonful, d'you think? Ginevra mused.

"Ah, well, off to work then." Draco said embarrassedly.

The next day the headlines were all about the same thing:

Snape Turns Traitor to the Light
Murder of a Malfoy By Traitor
Ginevra Left a Widow
Malfoy Leaves Everything To His Love

Guess people do really change. There are only two things that know no bounds: Love and Death. Even the names Malfoy and Weasley do not matter. That is what makes the world go round.

Fin