Once, Draco Malfoy and Ginny Weasley shared a secret love. But then Voldemort returned, Harry Potter claimed Ginny, and the world stopped making sense. There is an answer to all the questions, and a solution all the mysteries... but will they find the truth in time? Or will a sinister, unknown enemy destroy them all first? Written for the 2022 D/G Ficfest.Category: Works in Progress
Chapter NINE quote of the day:
“And how may I be of service today?” asked the librarian. As always, thought Draco, he was right to the point. When Draco hesitated before answering, because, in fact, he wasn’t at all sure how to answer that question, the librarian went on. “Would you care to see the restoration of William Shakespeare’s alternate retellings of Romeo and Juliet?”
Draco grimaced. The plot and characters of that particular play reminded him far too much of himself and Ginny Weasley for comfort. “No. I have… a different question.”
The librarian put down the gum eraser and dust brush. “And what might that be, Mr. Malfoy?”
Draco looked at the librarian for a moment before replying. The man looked exactly as he had always done, since Draco’s earliest memories. Although, of course, Draco had no idea if he actually was a man. He looked more like a very tall elf, spare and lean with light brown hair in tufts over pointed ears, sherry-brown eyes peering out from behind gold-rimmed glasses that sat on his long nose. Draco had never been able to determine his age, and he knew that his name was Lucien, but no more than that. He was, quite simply, the Malfoy librarian. He was not there every time Draco went to the library; he might be gone for weeks altogether, but he always returned. Draco suspected that if he could use a Time-Turner to travel to the manor during Victorian times, or Tudor, or medieval, or Saxon, this being would be the librarian still. But Draco did not know why this was the case, and Lucien had always become evasive when questioned about such matters.
“I would like to discover how one would find meaning after losing everything that gave meaning to life,” Draco finally said.
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Malfoy was curious. Curious and angry. “So, what do you want from me, Weasley?”
It was the admission of his defeat. Ginny felt the taste of victory - and it was bitter.
“I want influence. I want protection. I want safety.” She stopped, giving him time to assimilate her words, before she played her final card. "I want your name. " When saying the last sentence, however, she could not help the blush that spread across her face.
Malfoy's countenance changed several times in a very short time. Annoyance turned into wariness, then into confusion, and finally, when he really understood what Ginny had implied, his face showed only a profound horror.
I want your name.
I want a marriage.
After months of going through the motions, a simple peak through a window up turns lives.Category: Works in Progress