When You're Gone

KoleyKat

Rating: PG13
Genres: Romance, Humor
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 5
Published: 18/07/2003
Last Updated: 07/08/2003
Status: in_progress

Much H/H as well. Ginny is depressed when Draco can never stay with her for very long. Ron has obsession with Moulin Rouge..Harry get turned into a salamander and accidentally ingests an illegal drug. Humor and agnst ensue.

Chapters

1. Shivers and Chicken-Shit

2. Salamanders, Pot, and Phone Calls

1. Shivers and Chicken-Shit

Koley Kat Normal Koley Kat 4 2459 2003-02-03T02:25:00Z 2003-02-04T03:21:00Z 2 1218 6947 Nikole Ynda 57 13 8531 9.3821 When You’re Gone

The sunlight invited itself in through the window, and filtered through her hair, casting an auburn glow upon her eyelids. Sure sign of morning. She rolled over trying to hide her face from the morning that knew her so well. She had to face it sometime or another, so she decided sooner was better than later. She stretched out her legs on the length of her bed and stretched her arms upward, sat up and looked to her surroundings. Her flat looked the same as it had for the past year. Plush forest green carpet covered the floor at her feet, while deep violet covered the walls. Her mahogany desk was coated with papers for work and clothes were thrown in the corner. She got up to greet the day with a yawn and a swish of her bed robe. Suddenly she was wrapped up in more than her robe. His warm arms had comforted her throughout the long night, and she was glad he was still here to greet her in the morning. She knew it wouldn’t last too much longer though. The words that had crept into her mind were now being spoken aloud.

“I have to go soon.” He said in a melancholy tone.

“No, stay here with me longer.” it was an impossible request, but asking always seemed to help the pain when he left. She squeezed him tighter and anticipated the depressing reply. It was like a script they had memorized; like a broken record constantly repeating itself.

“You know I can’t do that.” He whispered into her ear, sending chills up and down her spine like an electric currant.

“Why not?” she asked pitifully.

“You know why.” He said gently releasing his hold from around her waist. It was a subtle way of enforcing his point, because truth be told: he never wanted to leave either. For the second time that morning thought were spoken aloud. As he was walking out the door she broke away from the script.

“Draco…you don’t want to leave.”

“I know.” He replied awed at the thought of anyone wanting to leave her.

“Then don’t” Ginny said seductively, running her hands over his shoulders. Draco took in a sudden and deep breath.

“Why are you doing this? Leaving with consent is one thing, but leaving with you here looking like this, ACTING like this, well that’s quite another.” He managed as he stroked the small of her back.

“Because I miss you when you’re gone…and I know you miss me.” She said nuzzling his neck with the top of her head, smelling his cologne and missing him already.

“Stop it Ginny. You know I have to get home before my father does; so kiss me good bye and let me leave.” Draco begged pulling away slightly. As he stepped out of the door she made a bold move and said what was on her mind.

“Chicken shit.” she said to his back.

Draco spun on his heels looking at her beautiful face. “What did you say?”

“You heard me,” She said simply raising her eyes to his. “Chi-Kin Shit” she said pronouncing each syllable.

“Have you completely lost it? Do you even remember what I’m risking to be with you at all?” Ginny turned away, walking back into the apartment and Draco strided to cut her off. “What more do you want from me?”

“How about an actual relationship. All we do is make love. I’m beginning to wonder if you actually love my body or ME. I’m just wondering when you’re going to stop hiding us from your father. For Christ’s sake Draco you’re 23 years old. You’re a big boy now, (at least I hope.) Daddy can’t tell you what to do anymore.” She gently shouted coming at him, but not touching him (which took immense effort). He just looked at her in dismay.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I didn’t mean that about not loving me. I know you do but the rest of it is true and…I don’t know I’m just getting so frustrated with it all.” She gave him a pained look as she strode up to him. “If you’re going to make these lectures a daily event you’ll find yourself sleeping alone more often,” he warned as his face hardened. He was risking everything as it was already. Did she want him to die for her as well? As if in reply Ginny began to sob quietly. Why was he being so harsh; …because she was being so harsh, that’s why. He loved her, but he loved life too; she was simply asking for what he couldn’t give. He wrapped his arms around her body and pulled her onto his chest. She was so innocent it was hard to think otherwise. Draco knew he didn’t deserve such a sweet and loving girl; he was far too violent and destructive. Suddenly Ginny spoke.

“I love you,” she whispered into his ear. It was the one sentence that meant the world to him.

“There are no words that describe my love for you.” He said with more emotion than he had ever before.

He meant it. She knew he meant it. But being with Ginny forever would mean death. The pain struck him straight in the heart, hard. He knew he would be late now. He had to go.

“Ginny stop crying please. Please don’t cry anymore.” He begged of her, wiping tears from underneath her eyes with his thumbs. “I’ll see you later. I promise.” She nodded; her short curls bouncing as she did so. She said her goodbye with a kiss. As the door clicked closed behind her lover, she whispered into the empty room: “Chicken shit.”

But the apartment wasn’t empty. Her flat mate Hermione appeared out her room, with Harry following.

“Harry?” Hermione called to the space behind her. “When we go to your flat later today, remind me to get that CD I want.” She reminded him as she sat down onto a kitchen stool and poured herself some coffee.

“But that’s not my CD Hermione, It’s Ron’s.” he reminded in return as he bent down and hugged her from behind.

“I’ve borrowed Cds from him before…” she said innocently sipping her coffee.

“But this CD is different. This is Ron’s Moulin Rouge soundtrack…you can’t just TAKE his Moulin rouge CD.” He persisted.

“So fricken what Harry! You steal it then!”

“I won’t steal anything from Ron… I could borrow it… But seriously Hermione! He’ll bite my arm off if he finds out!”

“Oh Harry, don’t be so dramatic… He’ll only turn you into a newt for a little while.” Hermione made a puppy dogface and Harry whimpered.

“But I don’t want to be a newt Hermione.”

“Please Harry, pleeeeease.” When Harry didn’t reply Hermione hit him with the hard stuff.

“If you love me you’ll get me the CD,” in her most innocent voice.

“You’re going to be the death of me, aren’t you?!” Harry jokingly asked ruffling her hair.

Ginny watched them play and laugh and joke. ‘Harry can spend everyday with Hermione. It’s not fair. Why can’t Draco be like that?’ But then Ginny understood, she always understood. Perhaps his elusiveness and the danger was what added to her love for him. All of the secretiveness and sneaking around had intrigued her in the begging, but now she wanted that and more. ‘Some day,” she told herself, “Some day…”

“Hey Ginny, I was thinking of heading over to the mall later today. Like to come?” Hermione asked wiping the counter; her coffee cup had left a ring of cream sugar, and Black coffee.

“Absolutely. I need a new jacket and they have some nice ones at the leather store over there.” Ginny remarked with a charming smile. Well she did have a talent. Acting had always been her forte; or was it lying? She couldn’t remember. “Well. If we’re going to go soon I should get dressed…can’t walk around in my night clothes all day.”

“Ok well me and Harry are going to go over to his flat and pick up the soundtrack.”

“NOW Hermione? No lets do it later! He’s home right now! How can fork out money for a movie if I have no arm to do it with?!”

“Chicken Shit.” Hermione teased.

“Don’t use my word.” Said Harry, slightly hurt. Ginny left the bickering couple to enter the comfort of her room. She looked in the mirror for the first time that day. Her short curls hung messily all about her head and her blue eyes seemed extremely bright in contrast to her creamy complexion. She started to hum, remembering the club Draco had brought her to last night. She ran her bath water as she slipped into an intoxicating daydream full of smoke, dancing, drinks, music, and above all, Draco.

Disclaimer: We don’t own Ginny or Hermione. But we do own their flat. Really we do it’s quite nice…and it’s for sale. Any takers??? Ok anyway we wish we owned Harry and Draco as slaves but we don’t so…no sexy oiled men for us. L Oh well. Don’t own Lucius. Don’t own Moulin Rouge the best movie in the world. (Even though we wish we owned Ewan McGregor…we don’t though.) Don’t own anything. So leave us alone.

R&R Pleeeeeeeeease

2. Salamanders, Pot, and Phone Calls

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After a seemingly innocent day of shopping and ‘borrowing’ from Ron, the girls returned home to their cozy flat; with a very disgruntled salamander in hand.

Ginny was wildly amused with the whole ordeal. While Hermione expected Ron to transform Harry into newt, Ron had other plans, other, larger, slimier plans for his Moulin-Rouge-Soundtrack-Stealing-Best-Friend. Instead he had chosen to transfigure him into a rather large scaly salamander. Ginny laughed looking down at the small creature. It was rather easy to tell it was Harry. Ron’s wands were never of any good use (or maybe he just didn’t know how to use them), and so some things were left unchanged… the small salamander had a patch of unruly black hair and livid green eyes. At the moment Hermione was doing her best to console him (while laughing hysterically), but it never did any good. Harry the salamander boy was shaking and hissing at her in disbelief.

“Really now Harry, you should be wiser next time. You’re never supposed to steal from your flat mate, ever!”

This set Harry/the salamander into a new set of hisses as he stared up at Hermione, completely lost.

“No no, you know the rules. As a friend and a flat mate it breaks the unwritten laws we are all subject to.”

“Hiss. hisssss, his, hiss., his, hisss!”

“I don’t speak lizard you insane reptile!” Hermione hollered back at it.

Harry hissed madly at this and ran over and began nibbling agitatedly at Hermione’s foot.

“What the bloody hell? Ginny? Is he attacking me?”

Ginny giggled and finally decided to help poor Harry out, “I think he’s trying to tell you something! ::bursts of laughter:: Um...::giggle:: Hermione? Why don’t you, uh,::giggle:: sort, change him back now?”

“OH! Yeah! I should do that shouldn’t I? I just caught up in laughing, Er...shopping...OW!” Hermione squealed when Harry gave her a warning bite on her toe. Taking out her wand and muttering a small counter curse under her breath, Harry the disgruntled salamander swirled back into Harry, the disgruntled boyfriend.

“I’m not talking to you Hermione,” Harry announced through small sniffles.

“Honey, really, I’m just kidding-”

“No. No just no.” Harry interrupted, holding up a hand to silence her. He then turned on his heal, head hung low, and made his way to the kitchen to eat.

When Ginny gave him an amused questioning glance, he replied,

“Being a salamander makes you hungry damn it!” Harry then proceeded to shove an entire piece of pie into his mouth. Ginny burst into a fit of giggles, at which Harry gave her a murderous glare. Harry chewed vigorously for about 3 seconds then stopped dead, his eyes growing big.

“Hermione, what kind of pie is this…?"

“Well, Sirius brought it over… he left a note with it”

Harry, spitting out pieces of pie at random, opened the note.

“Oh frrrrrickers.”

Ginny, trying to control her laughter, asked,

“F, frrr, frrrickers??”

“That’s not what’s important right now!” Harry replied heatedly. “What’s important is that I just swallowed an entire piece of pie loaded with pot!”

Ginny and Hermione finally unable to hold it in began to laugh hysterically.

“It’s not funny! Hermione, what’s going to happen to me? I’ve never smoked pot!” Harry said, begging to whimper.

“Oh relax, you’re whimpering like Ron. Just go into my room and wait for it to come.”

“FOR WHAT TO COME? FOR WHAT??” Harry asked getting emotional.

“Oh, you’ll see.” Hermione said, looking away.

“See what??!? I don’t want to see? And I’m still hungry! And I don’t this pie, and I’m still hungry…” Harry rambled walking into Hermione’s room.

“GO HIDE THE FOOD!” Hermione screamed to Ginny.

“What? Why?”

“Because he’s going to eat it all! You think he’s hungry now?? Wait till it wears off!” Hermione hollered, grabbing up as much food as she could carry and tossing it into Ginny’s room.

There was a long period of eerie quiet.

“HERMIONE! WHY THE BLOODY HELL IS THERE A PENGUIN SUNTANNING ON MY BED???….WITH ANOTHER PENGUIN…DOING EXPLICIT THINGS TO THE OTHER PENGUIN?? I DON’T LIKE THE PENGUIN LOVE HERMIO--, OH, NEVERMIND HERMIONE! IT’S ALRIGH, THEY’RE MARRIED! HERMIONE, IT’S ALRIGHT, THY’RE MARRIED!” Harry called from the other room.

“Oh, well you know what Harry? We’re NOT married!” Hermione screamed.

“NOPE, NO WE’RE NOT, NOPE NOPE.”

“Arrr…poor boy. Won’t be getting any for at least 4 months after this.” Hermione said, laying her head down on the counter and smiling up at Ginny from its glossy surface.

No longer very amused, Ginny retreated into her own room. Pushing aside varying food products, she made her way to her answering machine, which was blinking away. Pressing the button, she listened as she began to drag the pile of clothes in the corner over to her hamper.

::beep:: “Ginny darling…”

Err, another message from her mother reminding her that a family dinner had been scheduled for a week from today.

::beep:: “hhehehehe, Ginny!” ::click:: oh lord, Harry had gotten a hold of Hermione’s phone…

::beep:: “hahaha penguin love!” ::click::

::beep:: “hahehahe, we should call it penguin porn! Haha” ::click::

::beep:: “tehehe” ::click::

Annoyed, Ginny walked back over to the answering machine and began deleting every message that started with a moronic giggle. 20 messaged later, she heard a familiar voice call out from the small machine:

::beep:: “HI GINNY! It’s Neville! I’m a little sloshed, STUBIFY! …had a few drinks with my buddy here, Seamus ‘hey sexy! Well, I can’t really say that since I’m not sure if you are actually sexy. Well, I’m not there, so I can’t see you, did you get fat??’ ‘No! shut up you fag!’ ‘I told you not to tell anybody!’ ‘Anyway, Ginny, I was wondering, are we – “

::beep:: “yeah, sorry, machine kinda cut me off, so I was kind wonderin, Are we friends or more than friends? Cause I get kinda mixed up with the stuff that’s in my head and the stuff that’s real…ok, just give me a call later”

Lord…..

The next message was again from Harry, though Ginny couldn’t tell whether he was choking or laughing…

::beep:: “Virginia-,”

Ginny froze where she stood, her finger poised above the delete button. That smooth velvety voice… no one had that alluring seductive voice… no one… but Draco Malfoy.

“You’re not home, so I’ll have to tell you this through the answering machine. I’m sorry Virginia, but I’m not going to be able to join you later tonight…”

Ginny fell down to sit on her bed. She was furious with him, but that voice had her mesmerized.

“Uhhh…don’t call me at home I’ll be at dad’s…umm...so yeah…I’ll call you when I get home…maybe. Bye.” ::click::

Ginny’s face screwed up in confusion. Normally eloquent and well worded, Draco was fumbling for words...and he had stated the obvious, not very smooth….and he had called Lucius dad…weird. Something was wrong… something was up…

::beep:: “Gin Girl, this is Dean.”

Taken aback by the use of her old nickname, her jaw fell open, and the ends of her lips curled up into a small smile.

“Haven’t talked to you in years. Too long I’d say. Well, I was just wondering if you wanted to go out and get some coffee or some drinks sometime to catch up on things. Well, number hasn’t changed, just give me a ring later then. … Oh! and , well, I saw Neville and Seamus at the bar earlier… If they call you, don’t pick up, also, I have the sneaking suspicion that Seamus is gay…yes well, just thought you should be on alert. Um… Bye then.” ::click::

::beep:: “Arrgghh, Ginny, um, I have a bit of a headache, and I’m nasty hungry. Hermione says she’s hidden the food, but I know it’s in there with you! Please Ginny, I need food! No Hermione! Oh please! Come on , I lov-“ ::click::

Ginny heard scuffling noises from the other room and, “OW!!!!!”

Brrrr-ing……Brrr-ing…

::beep:: ‘Ginny! Help!!!…that hurts…oww…if I die who’s going to save the world from Voldie..hehe Voldie…not you...not Hermione…not Ron…he’ll just try and turn him into a salamander...::whimper::…salamander…waaahhhhh’ ‘sorry Ginny...uhh…I’m going to tuck him into bed then…we can watch a movie or something…’ ‘salamander….Wahhhhhh!….::sniffle::’ ::click::

‘Jesus,’ Ginny thought. ‘who’s been putting my number on the bathroom wall. Everyone seems to be calling me today.’ Sighing Ginny turned to her phone. Picking up the receiver, she dialed the number she never thought she’d ring…

Brrrr-ing…. Brrrr-ring…click.

“Malfoy Residence, with whom do you wish to speak?”

In a determined voice, Ginny replied,

“With Mr. Draco Malfoy if you please.”

“Yes Miss, one moment…”

“Draco Malfoy here, speak to me Blaize.”

Ginny’s heart skipped a beat.

“Darling if you cancel on me for tonight I’ll die.”

Lip trembling, all Ginny could manage was “I...-“

“Darling, I need you.” Draco had never even told Ginny that he needed her; sure he had claimed to love her, but never need her…

“Blaize? Please tell me you’ll come. I need you there beside me. …”

“Yes, of course…” Ginny whispered into the shaking receiver.

“There’s my girl. Look, we’re going to be with my father, so try not to look too sexy. The last thing I need is my father drooling over my girl. :: Gentle laugh:: Oh, and wear that special black dress that I like, you know the one. Oh, and darling, don’t be late.”

“Never...”

“…Is there something wrong cherub?”

“Not at all. I’ll be there”

“Great. Talk to you later then kitten?”

“Oh you’ll be talking to me later... that’s for sure.”

“Well I’ve got to go for now. Family business, you know the sort.”

“Of course. I’ve got to go as well. I’ve got to work up on my transfiguration spells, you know, sharpening the old skills. Bye.”

“Wait darling, do you have a cold?”

“No... Er, yes,:: cough cough:: yes I do. No worries, it should be gone by tonight. And don’t mention it because you know how I hate being weak.”

“Absolutely. Well if you’re sure you’ll be alright…”

“Positive.”

“Alright then, I’ll see you later.”

“Oh, you’ll be seeing me…”

“Bye Love”

“Bye”::click::

Placing the receiver down with a soft pop, Ginny whirled up and flew around her room, pacing in a wild rush.

“HERMIONE??!?! YOU WOULDN’T HAPPEN TO KNOW HOW TO CHANGE SOMEONE INTO A NO GOOD ROTTEN SNAKE WOULD YOU?? Oh wait! Too late! He’s done that on his own!” Screaming and crushing a pillow between her fists Ginny slammed back down onto her bed as Hermione came rushing into the room.

“I can’t believe him! Canceling on me just so he can bring BLAISE home to meet father! How dare he! Who does he think he is???!?!?”

“Blaize??? Who the devil? Who thinks he …what?” Hermione asked, completely lost.

“Never mind, go give you boyfriend NOT HUSBAND some sleeping potion, oh wait, HE’S HAD ENOUGH DRUGS FOR ONE NIGHT!” Hermione stared at Ginny.

“Right then. I’ll be watching Sleepless in Seattle in the living room. You can come join me once you pull that huge stick out of your arse.”

“Hermione! Dawl...dawling, I don’t feel too:: hic cup:: good. But I’ll be damned if this soda isn’t good.”

“Honey! That’s not soda, that's Butterbeer and you’ve drunken the whole case!” Hermione said as Harry sauntered into the room.

“Well that’s because you wouldn’t give me any…any...FOOD!” Harry said lunging at the stray food articles that littered Ginny’s floor.

“NO! Quick Ginny help me get him out!” Hermione wrangled Harry away as Ginny slammed the door in his face.

“I KNOW IT’S IN THERE! YOU’RE HOARDING IT IN THERE! JUST LIKE A DRAGON! GAH! OW! Stop Hermione!”

Later that night…

Harry, having sobered up, took Hermione out for a night on the town. Ginny, being quite alone had finally worked up the nerve to call Dean back.

…Brrr-ring… Brrr-ring…::click::

“Hel-hello?” Came his voice from the other end of the line.

“Hello Dean, this is Ginny. You called earlier and I was just calling you back, I thought maybe I’d take you up on you’re offer to go get some drinks.”

“Oh! Course, course, How’s about we meet up at The Crazy Newt on McGoven Road?”

“Haha, that sounds lovely Dean, and speaking of newts, I’ve got the funniest story to tell you!”

“Then I guess we should get down there and start catching up Gin Girl!”

“Still using that nickname for me?”

“Why, does it bother you?”

“No, it’s actually quite refreshing… I’ll see you there in twenty!”

“Right then! Bye Gin Girl.”

::click::

DISCLAIMER: Neville’s phone call belongs to Coach Z off of www.Homestarrunner.com. The best darn online animation around I my opinion. My fave is "A Jorb Well Done" check it out. (No I’m not being paid to advertise.) PLEASE DON’T SUE US! We are 2 broke little girls. You will get nothing! Yeah, like we said before, we really don’t own Draco, though we wish we did, so we could make him do naughty naughty things…yeah, ok… p.s. we lied about owning Ginny and Hermione’s flat. …Though we also wish we owned that too, so we wouldn’t have to deal with our parents…::rambles::