The Broken Ones [ENG]

Jag har knappt hunnit skriva den här veckan </3 ååhh, min november är helt fullbokad verkligen. Men jag jobbar på, not giving up on you guys!

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Jag har gått och blivit sjuk, haha </3 orkar knappt göra något mer än att dricka te, äta choklad och kolla på TV-serier(inte för att jag gör något annat annars hahaha), så kapitlet tar nog lite tid. Men jag är pluggfri nästa vecka pga prao, så något ska jag nog få fram!

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Längtar!

Aaaand I finished the chapter! Någon intresserad?

Ingen ville gissa på min favoritquote </3 Det var i alla fall den här;

“I have!” Ron shouted from the other end of the living room. “This… rocking… elk.” He gave it an unsure poke. “Although I’m not sure why anyone would want to traumatize their children with this.”

Jag ÄLSKAR Ron och såg verkligen den här scenen framför mig, haha. Underbart ♥

Jaaaaag!

Ginny00 U know it

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Chapter 15; Normal is boring

November passed, and December took its place, replacing the rain with the lightest powder of snow. It grew colder, and Ginny shivered violently the second she placed a foot outside the door, but at least the snow brought some light to the painfully short days.
An apartment had been found. A certain man had been persuaded to move in there when it was time. Divorce papers had been provided with a little assistance from Hermione and her contacts at the Ministry, but they lay still untouched in a bookshelf, due to Draco’s panic every time someone even mentioned them.
No more fiery visits from Astoria. No more visits at all, actually. Only letters, pointless and sometimes even nonsensical letters, that still brought panic attacks and nightmares with them.
Therapy sessions continued, the progress slow but at least existing.
And every now and then, there were good moments. Ginny lived for them, and she knew that Draco did as well.

There were evenings in front of the fireplace with Ron and Hermione, the four of them playing Explosive Snap and drinking steaming hot chocolate from flower-patterned cups. There were discussions in bed a late evening or early morning, discussions about the Wizarding Society or books they’ve both read, about quidditch or their Hogwarts teachers, about unsolved matters from their school years or which ice cream sort from Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour truly was the best. There were moments of comfortable, undemanding silence, and there was warm bodies sleeping next to each other, neither of them brave enough to be the one to take it to the next step.
And every now and then there were kisses. Sometimes small, almost imperceptible. Sometimes longer ones, burning with passion as soft lips moved together and morphed into one.
Those were the moments she cherished.

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Luna was ten minutes late to their scheduled coffee date at Espresso Patronum, a newly opened and indubitably popular café at Diagon Alley. Punctuality wasn’t really her biggest skill, but the smile she offered Ginny at arriving weighed up for her belatedness.
“You’re lucky I got here first.” Ginny gestured to the armchair across from her. “This place sure is crowded.”
“I noticed.” Luna sat down, grabbing the cinnamon roll her friend had ordered for her. Perks of a long-term friendship; you always know what your friend wants without even having to ask. “Thank you for saving me a seat. Please excuse me for being late – I had an important discussion about crumple-horned snorkacks with Rolf. You know, I still can’t believe why he’s doubting their existence…”
“He’ll come round to it.” Ginny tried her best to keep her face expression neutral. She’d lost this argument ages ago. The Luna effect, Harry had called it. You find yourself believing in the oddest of things, but you gain a surprisingly big amount of optimism and life positivity in the process.
“I really do hope so, seeing as we’re going to live together”, Luna said in her always so dreamy voice. “I hope Milo won’t mind. He’s a Hufflepuff, you see.”
“Milo? The carpet-hawk?”
“Rolf.”
“Oh. That makes sense.”
“And Milo is a raven, for the record. Ravenclaw.” The blonde rolled her eyes and followed with a question to the redhead. “How are things with you and Draco? When am I invited to come stay at your apartment?”
“That would be when we’re done moving in, a process we haven’t even started.” The redhead sighed deeply and took a comforting bite of her chocolate cake. “And I’m almost afraid to. We really need to stop invading Ron and Hermione’s apartment… but I just don’t know.”
“What is it that you don’t know?”
“What it means. You know, living together.” The words spilled out of her, like a river no longer held back by a dam. “I need somewhere to live, he needs somewhere to live, I’ve purchased a 2-room apartment and I’ve convinced him to come live with me there. But what does it mean? What will people think? We’re not really the mainstream, predictable couple. If we’re even that.”

“I think”, Luna said after a moment of thought. “That you’ve never truly cared what other people think. So why start now?”
“Sometimes I wonder where I would be without you, Luna.” Ginny offered her best friend a warm-hearted and honest smile, but the smile she got back was bright enough to light up the whole world in that precise moment.
“Oh, you would be just fine. You have it all in you. I’m just here to give you a reminder every now and then.”

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Ginny had moved into apartments three times in her life. Two times with company, once alone.
As she for the fifth time tried to instruct Draco on how she wanted her – their? – bookshelf organized, almost making him break down and cry, she came to the conclusion that she preferred to do the work by herself and ordered Draco, Ron and Hermione out from the living room, giving her full control over the bookshelf’s organization. If there was anything in this world she hated to let someone else touch, it was her bookshelf.
Most of the books were new, bought during long trips in the bookshops of both Diagon Alley and muggle London with the financial compensation she’d been paid due to the fire. Most of them were books she’d already read and had in her bookshelf before, some of them were new to her and picked by Draco. But they all smelled like new books, the heavenly smell of fresh paper and ink, and she took deep breaths to really savour their fragrance. They all smelled of a smell she’d adored since she was eleven and compared her second-hand and worn down books with her friends’ new ones. Second-hand books smelled of both love and annoyance, but they also smelled of another person’s thoughts and opinions about it. New books smelled of potential, of a desire to be loved and devoured.
It’s odd, how just a scent can calm you down and make all your irritability melt away in seconds.

“You okay?” A careful, melodically soft voice had sneaked up on her from behind.
“I am.” She couldn’t help but smile as a pair of soft lips kissed her neck, and her favourite arms in the entire world was placed round her waist. “My sincerest apologies for my breakdown before. I didn’t mean to shout at you. This moving process just stresses me out.”
“Well, you don’t have to organize your bookshelf the first day. I believe most people wait a few days with that and take the more important things first.”
“Are you trying to say that my bookshelf isn’t important?”
“Not at all”, Draco’s voice reassured her. “I believe it to be of the highest importance, and that’s why I recommend you to save its organization until we’ve got some of the other things in order, so that you can be fully present in the work.”
There was a quiet moment before they both burst out into laughter.
“Since when… did you learn to… talk all philosophical?” was the only thing Ginny got out between hysterical fits of laughter.
“Believe me, I felt horribly pretentious. Not doing that imitation again anytime soon.” Draco shook his head, letting out the sweetest chuckle.
“Trust me, you were really believable. I almost thought I was talking to Percy during his Hogwarts years.” She shuddered.
“Percy is the former minister assistant, right?”
“Correct.”
“You seriously need to paint me a family tree of your siblings, seeing how terrible I am with names.”
“Oh, but you’re making great progress.” She turned around to give him a quick kiss on the cheek, but a huge yawn interrupted her before she managed to go through with the action. “What time is it?”
“Last time I checked, five minutes past 1 A.M. Ron and Hermione left.”
“Merlin’s most baggy Y-fronts”, Ginny used a quite useful quote she’d learned from Ron before she could help it. “We don’t even have a bed.”
“You know, that’s kind of what I was talking about when I mentioned to take the most important things first…”

Roughly ten minutes later, as Ginny Weasley crawled down in a brand new king-size bed, mindlessly tangling her legs and arms into Draco’s, she was very thankful for her magical abilities.

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“Astoria?”
“Yes, Blaise?”
“She’s half past 1 a.m. Can we go to bed? Like, soon?”
“Go to bed?” A mop of golden hair, cut short in a pixie-cut during a drunken moment of confusion, bounced up from beneath the billiard table in Blaise’s untidy basement. “You trying to hit on me once again, charm boy? Because you need better pick-up lines than that if you wish to accomplish something.”
“Astoria.” Blaise chuckled. “I would love to relive last night for all of my life, but I’m seriously so worn out for the moment.”
“Sleep. Oh. Yes.” A smile danced on her lips, and he thought for a moment that she would give in to him and follow him upstairs. But the smile was gone just as quickly as it had appeared. “No. We have important matters to discuss.”
“No possibility to discuss them tomorrow, then?” His eyelids were getting heavier by the second.
“Oh, I can’t risk forgetting these ideas, you see.”
Blaise hopelessly wished for Astoria to be just a little less attractive. Because every time those maroon-coloured and full lips spread across her lower face, he had to throw the nearest pillow over his crotch to avoid being teased for hours. Astoria was the boss, always the one in charge. He was merely an assistant, or perhaps a toy, in everything from intercourse to helping her flee from forensic psychiatry.
“I’m sorry, As, but how important are these plans? A wizarding duel isn’t that hard.”
“If you don’t enjoy working for me, you know I’m very well able to find a replacer. A less opinionated one, too.” Her voice was harsher now, and she was standing up – both facts improving her sex appeal dramatically.
“Absolutely not! Never! It’s not needed.” He tried his best to defend himself. Astoria’s harsh face melted into another smile as she bent down, and begun to kiss his bare ribcage and toned six-pack. In no time, Blaine’s exhaustion was gone with the wind.

She was the boss, after all.

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It had been a very long time since Draco Malfoy last dined in a restaurant.
He’d been almost obsessed with it one or two years back, during the time he had a stable relationship and still went to work. Seeing to the fact that he grew up with a professional cooker and later was fed all his meals by Hogwarts house elves, it was to little surprise he never really bothered to learn how to cook. And since Astoria shared his abstemious interest for cooking, restaurant dinners or take-out became their daily dinner routine.

Draco always preferred the restaurants. Especially the fancier ones with marble white table cloths, leather-bound menus that felt heavy in your hand and waiters in black and white suits. He loved how special it made him feel to sit there, in a muggle restaurant where nobody recognized you, and yet everyone respected you. Everything that mattered to him and to the outside world was that he had money, a good-looking wife and big enough a culinary interest to dine at the finest restaurants.
And the best thing with being a wizard in an expensive muggle restaurant – it’s just to whisper Confundus when the waiter brings the tab, and you never even have to pay.

But then the darker days arrived, and the restaurant dinners ceased to happen. Before he knew it, he’d gone a year without dining in one.
Well, until tonight, that was.

“I’m taking you out to dinner tonight”, he had declared to Ginny as they ate breakfast earlier that morning, honey on toast together with lemon tea. Neither of them had done a real grocery trip yet, and neither of them had installed the kitchen table, so the breakfast was ingested on the living room floor until further actions proceeded.
“Is that a date?” She had raised her eyebrows, clearly surprised.
“I just thought it would be nice.” Also because Bob gave me the assignment to do something I haven’t done in a long time for this week’s homework, he’d thought, but he hadn’t said the last part out loud.
“Okay”, she’d said, shrugging her shoulders. “I’m in. Why not?”

And so it happened, that Draco dressed up in the nicest clothes he’d worn for a long time – a white shirt with thin, vertical stripes of silver, and a clean, whole pair of jeans. No mirror hung on the wall yet, but the mirror-reflection spell he used showed a somewhat cleaner, healthier and happier version of himself than the last time he’d looked in a mirror. Perhaps was it only his imagination, but as he unbuttoned the two highest buttons on his shirt and folded both ends to the side, ruffled his blonde hair just a little and splashed water on his face, he actually felt pretty handsome.

His good looks for the night was nothing compared to Ginny’s, though. He realised that the second he saw her sprinting through the snow to the Italian restaurant they’d decided to go to, one of Draco’s former favourites. She was wearing a charcoal, v-cut party dress made of a leather-like material, paired with black nylons and a pair of heels, probably magically enchanted to hold off the snow. Her outfit reminded him of that night in Diagon Alley, and he found himself thinking about how much things change.
“Sorry I’m late.” She smiled apologetically, and gave him a kiss that made his whole body tingle with euphoria.
“It was no bother”, he whispered back.

“Table for two, please.” Draco tried to keep his head high and a smile on his face despite the fear that was bubbling inside of him. It had been such a long time since he’d done this, eaten in a fancy restaurant where you paid after and not before your meal, to consume food in a place that wasn’t a bar. What if he did something wrong? What if he forgot to pay or spilled expensive wine all over the table? What if the personnel laughed at him?
Ginny squeezed his hand, as if she could read his thoughts. He met her eyes, her ever so calming eyes, and tried his best to believe the reassuring look she gave him.
“Of course.” The waiter, a friendly-looking man who must’ve been at least eight inches shorter than Draco, offered them a polite smile and pointed his left hand to a table near the window. “Please, sit down.”
It wasn’t until Draco had read the entire menu back and forth three times that he realised his vision was blurry of happy tears.
“Draco?” Ginny was whispering, a concerned look on her face. “Why are you crying? Do you want to go?”
“I’m happy”, he responded. “I feel… I feel so normal.”
“Oh, but you’re not normal.” She lifted his hand to her lips. “You’re far from normal. You’re my unpredictable boyfriend who surprises me every day, and that’s why I love you.”
“Boyfriend?”
“What, do you mind?”
“Not at all. I like it, my... crap, I can’t even figure out a word good enough. ” He laughed. “My wonderful girlfriend.”
“Flawless, amazing, awesome, fabulous, stunning, fantastic…”
He interrupted her with a kiss so passionate it made the waitress behind them blush vigorously.


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