|that one percent
Author: Escritor PM
DG. 99 percent of the time, he isn't married. post-DH but no real spoilers.Rated: Fiction K - English - Romance/Drama - Draco M. & Ginny W. - Words: 392 - Reviews: 11 - Favs: 3 - Published: 02-15-08 - Status: Complete - id: 4075377
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That One Percent
Well, my girl's in the next room, sometimes I wish she was you.
I guess we never really moved on…
And I never want to say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
Hinder, "Lips of an Angel"
Some might ask her how she could possibly get involved with a married man. Some might call her crazy. Some might say she was being a horrible scarlet woman, that she was being sneaky and conniving, that she would surely go to hell for this adulterous act. But she would calmly tell them that 99 percent of the time, he is not married. 99 percent of the time, his heart belongs to her and her alone.
When she sneaks into his room at three in the morning, when his wife has left to start the late shift at St. Mungo's, he is not married. When she lays in his arms a little too long and he looks at the time and he tells her she needs to leave, he is not married. When he takes her to eat several miles away at a dodgy restaurant that serves shady characters and morally gray women, he is not married. When he buys her flowers instead of jewelry; when he kisses her on the nose instead of the mouth; when he tucks her hair behind her ear; when he tells her he loves her – then, he is not married.
But when she sees him at a high-society event, surrounded by his high-society friends, he is married. When he laughs with a booming voice, makes fun of the servants, and snaps his fingers at her and tells her to get him a drink – "immediately" – he is married. When he ignores her calls; when he holds hands with his wife; when he avoids meeting her gaze – she is sadly reminded that he is married.
99 percent of the time, Draco's heart belongs to hers; 99 percent of the time they live like they were in Hogwarts. They love, they laugh, they pretend.
It's that one percent that brings Ginny's world crumbling down.
A/N: Quick one-shot because I hadn't written anything in a while. Shame, really. Review please! Obviously I don't own the song before the fic.