Gin's Romeo

He was really gone. Gone, gone. Forever.

Ginny stood, watchful, on her balcony overlooking London city. Her hair hung long and loose down her back, the wind stirring it ever so slightly. She was wearing a purple silk dressing gown, and holding a burning cigarette between two long fingers. Her nails were painted a blood red crimson.

Somewhere, across the city below and the heavens above, her Romeo was sleeping. It was late, perhaps three o'clock in the morning, and Ginny was convinced she was the only living, breathing soul awake at this hour. Quite a silly conviction really, as there were plenty of night owls living in London - the prostitutes, the pimps, the bus drivers, taxi drivers, the bouncers, partiers, livers.

People who couldn't sleep, who couldn't let the sandman wash away their consciousness with a wave of his wand.

People who had daemons, devils, and unhappy thoughts - people like Ginny, so many, and yet she knew so few. She was alone.

She closed her eyes and inhaled a stream of smoke, blowing the wisps of silver out through her nostrils. An artist would have produced a beautiful painting, had Ginny frozen in that picturesque position in order for him to draw her. But alas, no artist was there, no one but Ginny. Gin. GinevraWeasly.

She was Juliet, silently calling for her Romeo into the vastly calm and perilous night.

A hand appeared on her slender shoulder, another gently stroked the nape of her neck. A mans hand, a gloved hand. Ginny turned and found her eyes locked with the smoky eyes of Draco Malfoy.

There they were, standing together on her balcony, for the entire world to see, so high.

Romeo and Juliet.

Gin gently lifted Draco's hand from her shoulder and kissed it, pulling off his cashmere glove a moment later.

'I thought you were gone,' she whispered into his pale fingers, her living breath unable to melt the ice. She squeezed his hand tight, as though afraid to let go.

'I was.' Draco's breath was an icy cloud in the air. His face was so pale, so translucent, and so almost-not-there.

Ginny felt a tear trickle down her cheek, but before it could drip off the end of her chin, Draco kissed it away, his lips as cold as snow. As ice, as death. Just like his heart.

'I'll miss you,' said Gin, her eyelids fluttering closed. Inside her heart a ghost of pain now wept.

'I'll love you,' said Draco, and he cupped Ginny's face in his hands, tilting her chin. His lips found hers and they clung to each other. 'I'll love you, Gin, forever.'

He kissed her, again, and again, each kiss closer to the last. And then he was gone.

He was really gone. Gone, gone. Forever.

I'll love you, Gin, forever.

Ginny looked down at her empty hands. Her cigarette lay forgotten on the ground at her feet. Her hair was untouched, there was not a crinkle in her purple silk dressing gown.

Gin's Romeo was gone.

Forever, gone.