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As Long As You're Mine by CharmedLife19

Format: One-shot
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 4,497

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: Romance, Songfic, Angst
Characters: Draco, Ginny

First Published: 12/17/2005
Last Chapter: 12/17/2005
Last Updated: 02/24/2006


Thank you SO much (¯`*JadedSolace*´¯) for the Banner! Even if it's just for one night, intended hate has turned to love. (HBP SPOILER!)

Chapter 1: As Long As You're Mine
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As Long As You’re Mine

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all in the Harry Potter world. I am not J.K. Rowling. Conclusion? I do not own Harry Potter or any character associated with the franchise. That said, I also do not own/did not create the musical Wicked, or the song As Long As You’re Mine. I own nothing but my own little plot.

Author’s Note: I haven’t forgotten about ‘Back to You’, far from it. However, this short story plot has been in my head for far too long and it has gotten to the point of being far too distracting. (For example, every time I hear this bloody song, I think of how perfect it would be to make into a D/G story - I’m sad and lame and pathetic, I know…) Anyway, this is based off the song ‘As Long As You’re Mine’ from the Broadway Musical Wicked (though you’ve probably figured that out by now…). And last, but certainly never least, I’d like to thank my beta DaisyMama (from the Fire and Ice Archive) for beta-ing this for me.

Now that I’ve babbled, on with the show…

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If someone had told her a week ago where she would be this very moment, Ginevra Weasley knew she wouldn’t believe them. For one, she would have still been believing the lie that her boyfriend actually loved her.

A tear slipped down her cheek as her eyes looked out over the school grounds. It was late, though she wasn’t exactly sure of the time, and the cold air was beginning to seep through her winter cloak. She couldn’t close her eyes for fear of seeing all she tried to forget.

She had thought for sure she would be with Harry forever. From the moment he had kissed her in the common room all those months ago she had been sure she would spend the rest of her life with him. But things never went to plan for the youngest Weasley.

No, he had to leave her. She could understand really, and had made the vow to him that she would wait for him. She wasn’t selfish; She knew his fight against Voldemort was more important than his relationship with her. She had been certain, however, that once Harry had defeated the evil bastard he would come back to her. But Tom Riddle had fallen on July 31st; Ironically Harry’s seventeenth birthday. Ginny had only thought that Harry had needed time to himself before he could give her the relationship she both desired and deserved.

Her dreams, however had come crashing down this afternoon as she had walked into the Potions classroom to see his tongue down Cho Chang’s throat. It shouldn’t hurt her this bad to know that their relationship was really history. Maybe it was the fact that he had left her behind for Cho that twisted the knife that had been stuck in her heart. Maybe it was the look in his eyes when they connected with hers as she opened the door to the classroom. The eyes that held no remorse, no guilt. He had broken her heart and he didn’t even care.

So now Ginny Weasley found herself sitting up on the top of the Astronomy Tower, looking over the grounds and letting the cold winter air freeze her aching heart.

She heard the doors open, but didn’t turn around. She didn’t care if she got caught, didn’t care who saw her. If they had a problem with her freezing herself to death, then they’d just have to deal with it.

“What are you doing?” A cold voice spoke from behind her.

She hadn’t been expecting that voice. She turned to look questioningly at the young man standing behind her. Her empty brown eyes locked on his grey ones. She could have sworn he had gasped at the sight of her, but she wasn’t sure. She merely turned to look out on the fields once more.

“Weasley? What the hell is wrong with you? What are you trying to do? Freeze to death?”

It was funny really, that the man behind her had seemingly tricked them all. Dumbledore had died knowing he would for the cause. Knowing that Snape would kill him so Draco Malfoy wouldn’t have to. Knowing the only way for Snape to not get caught was to kill the Headmaster himself. Somehow, it hadn’t shocked Ginny when she had learned that Dumbledore had forced Snape to do it. The shock had only come when Snape had stepped into the Order of Phoenix headquarters, with Draco by his side.

“Are you even listening to me?” He took several quick steps to her before harshly pulling her around to face him.

“You know, they say that once your body temperature falls below a certain point, death begins to seep in and you don’t even realize it. It’s supposed to be rather painless actually.” Her eyes were completely void of, well, anything. To be honest, it scared Draco. He had seen a number of horrible things. Things that he probably shouldn’t have been a witness to. Hell, he had done a number of horrifying things, especially during that final battle. But none of that could have prepared him for the look in Ginevra Weasley’s eyes at this very moment.

Despite his chosen loyalty to the Order of the Phoenix, he had never left behind his Slytherin ways. He grew up believing that people like the Weasleys were less than him. You don’t just up and forget that one morning. Yet, despite his distaste for Weasleys, he had gotten rather used to the lively look in the female redhead’s eyes. Never once had he seen her cry during the end of war. Other girls had grieved unbearably at the horrors of war. Most weren’t able to fight because of it. Ginny Weasley, however, had stood on the front lines. She had faced death, and she hadn’t backed down.

So finding her on the top of the Astronomy Tower during his late night patrol, slowly trying to freeze herself to death was quite a bit disconcerting.

It was strange, she didn’t really trust anyone outside of her family, Hermione and Harry. Yet, at this moment, she suddenly wanted to trust Draco Malfoy with her tale of heartbreak. But who was she kidding? He’d just laugh and cheer Harry on. She had heard of Malfoy’s womanizing ways.

Hesitantly, he placed a hand on her shoulder. “Whatever it is, can’t possibly be worth killing yourself for.”

“I- I gave him my life. I waited for him. And he…he chooses…he chooses her.” She stumbled with her words as she tried to keep her sobs from coming to the surface.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Who?” And then, suddenly, it all made sense. “Potter.” He had said the name with no question whatsoever. He knew, hell everyone knew, the way she had felt about the Boy Who Lived. Her eyes only confirmed it as they met Draco’s. Even hearing his name caused her pain. He shook his head in a saddened manner. “He’s a dolt, that one is. He can save the Wizarding world, but he can’t see love when it’s staring him in the face. Rather ironic really. I hear his mother saved him due to her own love for him.”

The words didn’t fully penetrate Ginny’s brain. It wasn’t until Draco had pulled her from the ledge she had been huddled up on, and had her down on the floor of the tower, his own cloak wrapped around her, that she realized he was attempting to rescue her. She looked in his eyes once again then, and as she looked, she saw something there that she had never seen before. Was it possible that the dragon next to her really did have a heart?

She didn’t really register as she began to walk, his arms guiding her. She wasn’t sure where she was going, but she didn’t really care. It wasn’t until five minutes later, when she stood in front of a portrait and he whispered a password that she realized he was taking her to the Head Boy’s chambers. He guided her inside and sat her in front of the fire.

Her head turned to look at him as he fixed a hot batch of tea. She needed something to dull this pain in her heart. Tea, she knew, wasn’t going to cut it. She stood on shaky legs as she walked to him. Reaching him he turned around. His eyes looked at her questioningly. “Ginny? What -”

But she cut him off with a “shhh”. Before she placed both of her cold hands on the sides of his face, bringing it down to her own in a short kiss. She could feel his warm skin melting hers as she pulled him toward her again, for another harder kiss.

He was the one to pull away as he set the tea kettle that had still been in his hand down and look at her. “I - Ginny, what are you doing?”

“I don’t know.” She shook her head. “I just know that I need something, and I don’t know what. And you’re here, and you’re trying to rescue me… It just all seems so backwards and I don’t know what to do.” The tears fell down her cheeks as she spoke. It should be Harry rescuing her, not Draco. Draco should be on the other side completely. He shouldn’t even be here. He should be worshipping his Death Eater father. But no, Draco had killed his own father, and Harry was the one breaking both her heart and soul. Nothing was making sense anymore.

Draco merely nodded as he directed her way back to the sofa in front of the fireplace. “You want me to take advantage of you to help dull your pain, but I’m not going to do that. In almost any other circumstance, with any other girl, I probably would - but for some reason there is something about you that I’m seeing large neon signs telling me that there would be no going back from doing this to you.”

Her head snapped to look at him, her eyes glaring. “So I’m not even good enough of the Prince of Slytherin. Mr. I’ll-Shag-Anything-So-Long-As-It’s-Female.”

He rolled his eyes. “Potter’s a fool to not want you Weasley. Voldemort must have screwed him up bad for him not to see what he’s blindly giving up. But understand this, I’m not someone who is going to screw you for the sake of making you forget him. If I was to be honest, I’d prefer to screw you so that you remember me.” He froze, unsure if those last words actually came out of his mouth. Judging by the look on her face, they had. He swallowed the lump in his throat. Since when did he have any desire to screw a Weasley?

Her lips parted before they closed again and she turned to look at the fire. Turning back to him, she quirked her head to the side a moment, as if trying to see him in a different angle, before leaning toward him. Her lips touched his lightly, tentatively, before she opened her mouth a little wider to kiss him more forcefully. His response was hesitant but she took the advantage of it as she pulled him to her. He pushed against her, as she laid back on the sofa, his body now hovering over her own. “I already told you, I’m not going to let you use me in an effort to ignore Harry Potter.”

Her eyes, now filled completely with desire, opened as they looked deeply into his own. “Harry who?” She asked. Only the crackling of the fire could be heard for a few quiet moments as they stared into one another’s eyes. “Draco, please, all I’m asking you to do to is kiss me.”

He didn’t care to admit it, but she had him the moment she had said his own name. Coming off her lips, it just seemed so… Right? Swallowing all hesitance, he let his lips find her own as he began to set a much faster pace.

Kiss Me too fiercely
Hold me too tight
I need help believing
You're with me tonight
My wildest dreamings
Could not foresee
Lying beside you
With you wanting me

Her arms went around his neck as she tried to pull him closer. Truth was, he couldn’t have gotten much closer to her. They were flush against one another, his lips pulling fiercely at her own. His hips lightly ground her and she let out a groan. He kissed down her neck before pulling back. Looking at her below him he pulled her up and carried her to the bed.

Deep inside her, her mind yelled for her to stop this insanity. Her heart, her heart that she had thought to be broken beyond repair now held a dull ache. But it wasn’t like the ache that had so willingly consumed her just an hour before, this one she liked. This ache, was almost a craving. If she had actually given this whole scenario any real thought, she would just be even more confused to realize that a man she should loathe was the one that was making her feel nearly complete.

It didn’t make sense - a Weasley and a Malfoy - but that didn’t stop it from feeling right.

Draco pushed all other thoughts out of his mind as his hand ran under her shirt and up her flat stomach. When he had brought her to his chambers, he had only wished to bring her back to life and then send her on her way back to Gryffindor Tower. There had been no desire for him to throw her down and have at it.

Well… Had he been honest with himself from the start, then perhaps he would realize that a part of him had wanted her from the moment he had set eyes on her in the Order headquarters six months ago.

She groaned as he felt her up. Her hands on each side of his face, she pulled his lips back to hers as she rolled them over. She now sat straddling him, her mouth working his, his right arm holding her tight as his left hand roamed her. They both knew where this was leading, but neither of them cared. It all felt far too right for it to be wrong. Even if it was just for one night, they needed each other.

After months of fighting and loss, they each needed to feel wanted. And though neither of them could have predicted this course of events, neither could they deny how right it felt.

And just for this moment
As long as you're mine
I've lost all resistance
And crossed some borderline
And if it turns out
It's over too fast
I'll make every last moment last
As long as you're mine

Each continuing with their ministrations, they ignored the small details of what everyone else would say if they knew what was happening between the Slytherin Prince and the Gryffindor Princess.

Ginny sighed happily as she let Draco familiarize himself with every curve of her body. It was funny, she felt as if she should be nervous, but she wasn’t. She was about to spontaneously give away something she had decidedly saved for Harry Potter. Then again, hadn’t she just tonight learned the hard way that Harry wasn’t the one worth waiting for? So why not give it away to the man that, in every sense of the word, saved her.

Their robes long since disposed of, she meticulously undid the buttons on Draco’s shirt. Ridding him of said shirt, she took her time in memorizing him. If they were really going to do this, she was going to make it last. She so desperately wanted this to be something she would forever remember.

Draco fell back against the bed as his redheaded companion busied her lips with his chest. He honestly wanted her to never stop. He wanted to know that he wasn’t dreaming this. He needed to know that he really was about to make love with the beautiful redhead that he had repeatedly told himself he had no chance with.

Did he just admit that to himself? That he actually wanted her? Draco let out a groan as her lips and teeth teased him. Hell yes he wanted her. He was ready to be honest with himself, if only for one night: He wanted her more than he had anything before. He had wanted her since he laid foot into the Order headquarters - quite possibly before. He had been bloody jealous of Potter all sodding summer for having her twisted around his finger, and had on more than one occasion considered avada-ing Potter so that he could comfort Ginny. He wanted her, but he couldn’t for the life of him believe that he had her at this very moment. He closed his eyes as his hands got caught in the hair that had distracted him more than a fair share of times.

Ginny was more than surprised when she felt something press into her thigh. So he did want her. Well, if she was going to be honest, she wanted him too. Since he had pulled her off the ledge this evening, she had wanted him. She had been so close to death and the man that should be closer to hell than heaven was her angel. And she wanted him for that. And for more than just saving her. All summer he had intrigued her, plaguing her mind with questions of curiosity. How had this conniving and evil prince of Slytherin come to the side of good? What had made him follow in Snape’s footsteps and not his own father’s?

She gasped in surprise as he turned her over and made a feast out of her neck. “You’re wearing far too many clothes.” She heard the whisper in her ear. And secretly she wondered if this had to be a one night deal.

Well, if it was only for one night - she was going to make sure it lasted.

Maybe I'm brainless
Maybe I'm wise
But you've got me seeing
Though different eyes
Somehow I've fallen
Under your spell
And somehow I'm feeling
It's up that I fell

Draco groaned against her creamy freckle-covered skin. He was slowly losing his mind to the woman beneath him. What had happened to him to bring him to this point in his still young life? He couldn’t figure out whether he was stupid or wise for letting things travel down this road. He had lost everything in a blink of an eye this past summer, and he had ached over that for months. But suddenly, his losses meant nothing for they had brought him to this moment. They had brought him this beautiful young woman.

His mind was running far too quickly. He couldn’t help but think, as their clothing fell away, that he should hate this gorgeous angel underneath him. This time last year he wouldn’t have hesitated in letting the young Gryffindor freeze to death. Now, his eyes deceived him and saw not what he once did. Left in the place of the young Gryffindor that hadn’t hesitated cursing him on more than one occasion was now a beautiful young woman that seemed to actually want him.

His lips traced over her curves, memorizing her. He never wanted to let her go. Was it possible he was under some sort of spell? A love spell? No, he knew that was ridiculous. Love spells couldn’t possibly leave this magnitude of anxious desire in him.

Merlin, was it possible he was falling for a Weasley? They could never truly have one another, so why even bother with the thought?

Moving back up to claim her lips, his tongue tangled with hers. He couldn’t help feeling that if he really was falling for this stranger of a woman, it was up that he was falling.

Every moment
As long as you're mine
I'll wake up my body
And make up for lost time

This was it. They both knew it. One more step and they could never go back. She nodded her consent as he moved in. His lips covered hers in a deep kiss. His eyes opened and grew wide as she let out a gasp of pain. There had been something there that he hadn’t really expected.


“Was.” She cut him off. “I’m okay, really.” She cued for him to continue.

Draco nodded and continued. He swallowed the lump in his throat before claiming her lips once more. Everything in his movements seemed tentative, gentle. He didn’t want to hurt her, and truth be told - he had no clue to what he was doing.

Neither said another word as they spent the rest of the night in each other’s arms. They could feel themselves falling for each other, so with no regrets, they made use of every moment knowing it could very well be their last one together. Their bodies and hearts joined as one for as long as this night could last.

Say there's no future
For us as a pair

Draco could feel himself going to a place he had never before been. Somehow, he was allowing himself to truly fall in love with this woman. He was setting himself up for heartbreak, he knew it. He knew she would leave in the morning and it would be as if this had never happened but he didn’t care. Tonight was simply about tonight. And until it ended, there would be no tomorrow in his mind’s eye.

As she lay in his arms, spent from exhaustion, she couldn’t think of a place she’d rather be. There weren’t enough galleons that could be paid to get her to move from her location. “Thank you.” She whispered. She didn’t need to say what for, he simply knew. She was thanking him for taking her pain away. For loving her, even if it was just for tonight.

He nodded as his eyes closed. His breathing was deep as he relaxed beneath her. “Why me?” He didn’t need to be specific, she knew he was wondering why she had suddenly decided it was him she was going to give her innocence to.

“I had been saving it for Harry, but after, well, everything, I was hit with the realization that he didn’t deserve it. And then you came along, saving my life without a question or thought. I don’t know, really. I hold no regrets though. On the contrary, I don’t know if it could have felt more right than it did tonight.”

He nodded in understanding. “You weren’t the only one to lose that part of yourself tonight.”

Her eyes met his in surprise. To say his sudden admonition shocked her would be an understatement. “You’re-”

“Was.” He smiled as he gave her the same answer she had given him earlier in the evening.

“But then…why? Why me?” Her words stuttered as her mind reeled from this information. She had always thought he was a womanizer; A love them and leave them type.

“You were the first woman I have ever known to deserve it. To truly want it. And truth be told, there was always a part of me that was jealous of Potter for having someone in his life he didn’t deserve; for having you.”

Her mouth went dry as she stared at him in wonder. “Truth be told, you’ve intrigued me since you stepped into the Order’s headquarters this past summer. Too bad I hadn’t realized what a pathetic excuse for a man Harry is earlier.”

Draco let out a chuckle before shaking his head sadly. “There couldn’t ever be an us, Ginny.” The subject had come up that neither wanted to discuss, so instead of saying anything she just nodded in understanding. “There still can never be an us.” His words were whispered, part of him believing that if neither of them could actually hear the words, that the words themselves would never be true.

“I know.” Her words were quiet. It was something she didn’t want to think about. So instead of thinking about it, or talking about it for that matter, she leaned up and once again captured his lips in hers. Slowly, she grinded her hips against his, smiling in satisfaction as he let out feral growl.

And though I know I may know
I don't care
Just for this moment
As long as you're mine
Come be how you want to
And see how bright we shine
Borrow the moonlight
Until it is though
And know I'll be here holding you
As long as you're mine

And so their night wound on, the same actions that had just moments earlier been demonstrated now repeating themselves. And with each repeated action, the two lovers grew more comfortable in the arms of what was quickly becoming too familiar. Neither caring, just for this moment, about anyone other than each other. Just for one night, for as long as that night would last, they didn’t need to care about anything except each other. They knew, too, that neither would ever admit the volume of their feelings for one another. It would be left unspoken, as had a great many things between them on this cold winter night.

The two forbidden lovers stayed in their tangled embrace, content to not part until the moonlight had faded away. Both knew that this could never happen again. Even with the war over and done with, a Malfoy and a Weasley was still unthinkable. Society wouldn’t allow it. Her family would never allow it. And on some level, Draco and Ginny would never fully allow it. Yet, though they couldn’t be allowed to truly be with each other, there was still a part of each other that would forever be found in the other.

That morning, when morning finally came, as Ginevra Weasley dressed and turned to leave, Draco Malfoy grabbed her wrist and gently pulled her down for one last, desperate kiss. He wanted nothing more than to have a time turner at his disposal at this very moment; To be able to turn back time and have it never end. “Ginny,” he whispered, “for as long as you were mine…”

Her right index finger found their way to his lips in an attempt to stop him from saying anything further. She pulled away and shook her head. Silently, she walked toward the door only turning back to look at him once more. “On some level, Draco, we’ll always belong to each other.”

No other words needed to be said as she left the Head Boy’s chambers to make her way back to Gryffindor Tower and no words had ever rung truer than the ones that she had last spoken.