30 Days of NaNo, 30 Covers of Death Train: Day 11


She went into the bathroom, robe in hand, and he heard the sounds of the tub filling up. He lay back on the bed, eyes closed, his mind weaving images on its own.

“I’m so tired,” she said, sitting on the sofa.

“I know,” he said. “So am I.”

They sat next to each other silently for a while.

“Where do you think I should…” She cast a quick glance at the bedroom door. “Sleep. You know.”

He didn’t. He did. The knowledge, or lack of knowledge, seemed to hang in the air between them. They had been childhood friends. Then their families had separated them, and they had been less than friends. Then something had begun again, very recently. He was not sure himself what it was, but it was more than friendship, or other than. They had both lived in a strange world all their lives; they had not mixed with others, with humans, with those outside the claustrophobic group. But some things were universally human, and they were human in every way they knew, every way they yet understood. They did not yet know what divided them from humanity. He was a seventeen-year-old boy, and she was a very pretty girl sitting next to him on a sofa wearing a bathrobe with nothing underneath it. His body felt her nearness, and he could feel himself beginning to react to it in a very uncomplicated way. The rest of him did not know what it felt. His clever, analytical mind seemed divorced from the rest of him.

“I don’t think you should sleep in the same… the same room with me,” he said, and instantly cursed himself for saying it.

“I guess I see what you mean,” she said, playing with the tie of her robe. He thought about reaching over and pulling it off with one yank. “If someone came in, that’s the first place they’d look for you,” she went on. “If I was there… well… But where else is there?”

It was too late to say that his bed was the best place for her after all. Would she even have agreed, though?

She looked round the room and answered her own question. “That closet. It’s big enough for me to sleep in.”

“It won’t be comfortable,” he said. “Maybe I could—“

She smiled faintly. “If you’re going to say that I can have your bed and you’ll sleep in the closet, Draco, that would kind of defeat the whole point. I’ll be all right. Maybe we can spread some pillows on the floor, or something. And if somebody came in looking for you, they’d never even think of looking in the closet, would they?”


Oh, yes, and I’ve decided TO HELL WITH IT– this was inspired by fanfic, although I don’t think anyone will find anything in here that could possibly be identified as coming from Harry Potter canon. So from now on, they’re Draco and Ginny. That is all.

Day 12’s cover and cookie will be posted later today. 🙂

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