During the war, Draco and Ginny are hiding together in a small cottage in the Cotswolds. They could both use a little cheer and comfort, and maybe some romance. A Secret Santa gift for writerdragonfly.
He smiled then, so abruptly that Ginny thought it must be genuine. How he must have looked as a child on Christmas morning, waking to a mountain of presents. Her heart ached. The Malfoys must have had their moments; otherwise, he could not be so sad now. Like she was. The sadness was palpable, and she was tired of it. For one night, they would be as merry as if they were secluded here by choice.
She’d never asked why he was here with her or why he hadn’t handed her over to the Dark Lord when he had the chance. It was oddly noble and yet she couldn’t think he’d done it for noble reasons. She couldn’t bear it if he had. Too many people she knew had done the noble thing and died for it. Give her a selfish reason any day.
Categories: Completed Short Stories
Characters: Draco Malfoy
, Ginny Weasley
Compliant with: HBP and belowEra: Future AU
, Past AUGenres: RomanceWarnings: