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Jenny's push-pull relationship with Forrest is not about indecision or an easy ride, but the spiralling decisions of a woman suffering abuse from all (but one) of. Feb 6, Relationships/Pairings: Harry/Draco, mention Ron/Hermione and Drarry relationship is not my usual style so any tips/pointers/reviews Ginny smiled at him with wicked humour, fire dancing in her eyes. . It was a clearing he had once stumbled upon when he and Hermione had been alone in the forest. May 21, If you google “Jenny from Forrest Gump”, one of the top results is . Jenny's push -pull relationship with Forrest is not about indecision or an.
Then after he told his parents, the presses reaction was so mental we couldn't go out anywhere without being hounded and then Well it just never happened.
It was a look that he had gotten used to over the years; a look that simply said, in a very condescending tone, 'men'. Above all, how could he hope to plan one to Draco Malfoy's standards? The day of Harry and Draco's first date was, thankfully, a bright and sunny morning.
A quick flick of his arm out of the window to check the temperature outside - a gesture Draco always despaired with 'for Merlin's sake, Harry, you're a wizard.
Use an atmospheric charm' he would moan - told him that it was breezy, but not overly cold. He smiled softly to himself; the perfect weather. It continued into their kiss too; Harry could feel it, warm and happy, against his lips. For Draco, it often was. It's been a year since you decided you weren't marrying Astoria and chose me instead. One wouldn't simply forget the day a Malfoy took them as their lover. To some his comment may be taken as condescending, a rebuff of Harry's romantic gesture.
Harry, however, knew differently. He saw the way Draco's eyes lit with glitters of happiness at Harry's words, how the edges of a smile tugged at the expression he tried to keep completely neutral. He wouldn't have him any other way. Aurors had to stay exceedingly fit, exercising was natural for them. When Draco was ready, Harry offered him a kiss and took his elbow, patting the bag at his side as if reassuring himself he had remembered everything he needed.
He pulled his lover into the twist of apparation and, although he stumbled as they landed, he never let go of Draco's arm. Harry followed the grey eyes of Draco's gaze; they stood on the edge of a line of magnificent, tall trees which burst with the colours of spring. The breeze out here whipped a little more strongly, causing Draco's robes to billow slightly at his feet. His hair, of course, remained steadfastly neat.
His eyes were widened, only slightly, with curiosity, and a look of excitement danced in them. For Harry this was like Christmas as Draco rarely showed so much of his emotions quite so freely.
His pale cheeks were beginning to pinken slightly, almost matching the rosy shade of his lips which, although they appeared thin, were actually plump and more than satisfying when considering their multiple uses.
When Harry realised he was mentally describing the view of his lover rather than their surroundings he stopped, flushed, and answered Draco's question.
I imagined it would be beautiful in a happier time and I always wanted to come back and see if it was. It had been shrunken, of course, but a simple tap of Harry's wand restored it to its original size. I thought we could ride together. He watched, cautiously, as a flicker of something — a memory — passed through Draco's eyes. Suddenly Harry remembered the last — and only — time they had shared a broom; when Harry had saved him from the burning flames of the Room of Requirement. Harry could have cursed himself if his own wand would allow; that was not a day he wanted Draco to be remembering on their anniversary.
He held his breath, knowing he could do nothing now but wait for his lover's response. Harry did not try to quell his relief, allowing his shoulders to sag as Draco agreed to join him so easily. He allowed himself to enjoy the flight; the soft breeze against his face, the colours of the trees as they whipped by him, the solid, reassuring wood beneath his hands.
More enjoyable than all of that, however, was the feeling of two strong, steady arms around him, holding their owner's body flush against his. Harry never wanted the flight to end but, as he saw a distant clearing through the trees, he knew he had reached their destination.
He began to pull the broom into a dive, landing just short of the clearing in a clip of dense, heavy oak trees. He allowed Draco to dismount first before he followed and shrank the broom, safely stowing it away.
As he stepped his way over fallen branches and around heavy stones his heart began to beat wildly in his chest. As they inched closer and closer, Harry became more and more uncertain.
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Questions swirled in his mind, biting at him for answers; would Draco really like what Harry had planned? The image of Draco, sneering with scorn at what Harry had planned washed into his mind. Draco Malfoy was used to glamour, grandeur, richness and beauty. Would he think Harry's attempt at romance was beneath him? Harry pushed the thoughts away and pushed himself into the clearing. It was a clearing he had once stumbled upon when he and Hermione had been alone in the forest.
It was filled with a layer of rippling, green grass punctuated with wild flowers. A small, glistening body of water — too small to be a pond, yet large enough for a person to comfortably bathe in, glittered in the sunlight which dappled through the gap in the trees. In the centre of the grass Harry had already — after apparating directly into the forest that morning — left a warm, woollen picnic blanket threaded in the perfect combination of emerald green and ruby red with a large wicker basket at its centre.
The basket contained a wide selection of magically preserved foods; sandwiches, fruit, drinks and, of course, Harry's own favourite treacle tart. Harry turned back toward Draco who was still standing right behind Harry.
He stood, frozen in place, his eyes scanning the clearing before him as Harry's once had. He was biding his time, waiting for Draco's reaction, before he admitted the true, romantic intentions behind the plan. He started toward the blanket, pausing as he reached the edge of the material. It was large, overwhelmingly stuffed, and entirely emerald apart from the ornate silver trimmings which edged it.
Once the cushion was in place, Draco promptly lowered himself onto it. Harry, who was beginning to relax, allowed himself to roll his eyes. Now the initial suspicion Harry had seen in his eyes had faded it had been replaced with a light, pleased curiosity as he looked around his surroundings. Harry noticed how he paused on several clumps of flowers, allowing himself to smile at some particular varieties before he moved on.
Harry made a mental note of those that made Draco smile, thankful that he had been forced to help Aunt Petunia tend to her garden for long enough he knew the names of many common flowers.
Perhaps he would collect some for Draco before they left. I ventured out here a few times alone, but I always wanted to experience it with someone else. Draco curled over his hand in response, allowing their palms to caress and their fingers to entwine. After a moment of quiet contentment, Harry leant over to open the wicker basket he had Kreacher help him pack.
There was, as was typical of his house elf, enough food to feed at least another eight people. At least, Harry comforted himself, there should be something to tempt Draco. True enough he had plated himself a delicate, yet substantial amount of food, although his expression had turned to faint disgust as he browsed the drinks that had been packed.
Jenny though angry forgives Forrest and invites him into her dorm room. Jenny brings Forrest to his first orgasm by showing him her bare breast. The two are once again separated as Forrest enters boot camp.
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Forrest discovers while in boot camp that Jenny has posed for Playboy while wearing her college sweater leading to her expulsion.
As a result of her photos however, she is hired to perform and sing in a strip club under the name Bobbie Dylan. While on leave, Forest comes to watch her sing and again saves Jenny - this time from men grabbing at Jenny's legs during her performance.
Forrest beats up the men and tries to carry Jenny out the door to which she angrily breaks free and shoves her guitar at him - walking off stage nude and causing laughter in the crowd and Jenny gets fired.
Outside of the club, Jenny scolds Forrest for trying to to protect her.
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Forrest admits for the first time that he loves her but Jenny rebukes his claim as she doesn't believe Forrest is capable of knowing what love is. She reflects on their prayer for God to turn her into a bird, and has a momentary thought of committing suicide by jumping off the bridge, but quickly changes her mind and hitches a ride from a stranger in a pickup truck.
Before leaving she advises Forrest that if he's ever scared in Vietnam to just run away. Forrest promises and Jenny leaves in the truck. Jenny, presumably homeless, is singing on the street corner for spare change when invited by a stranger to go to San Francisco.
She delves into the hippie lifestyle, participating in the anti-Vietnam war protests, and experimenting with hallucinogenic drugs. Following a mostly muted speech, the two run to each other through the water of the National monument resulting in applause from the crowd. The two spend the day together and converge at a Black Panther Party safe house. Forrest witnesses an argument between Wesley and Jenny in which Wesley slaps her, causing Forrest to retaliate and attack him.
Forrest and Jenny are forced to leave, and they spend the rest of the night together walking around Washington DC and reflecting on their individual journeys. The next morning, Jenny leaves for Berkeley with Wesley, much to Forrest's dismay.
Before Jenny leaves, Forrest gives her his Congressional Medal of Honor, crediting her for his earning it and calling her his girl. As the bus pulls away, Jenny flashes Forrest a peace sign from the back window. Forrest and Jenny do not see each other for many years following the encounter in Washington D.
Battered and high she hits an all time low in Hollywood, coming closest to suicide by nearly leaping off the top floor of a hotel. After a slip, she decides differently and steps down from the ledge, tearfully contemplating her life decisions. Rebuilding Jenny Edit One day, partly in an attempt to rebuild her life, Jenny arrives at Forrest's home unannounced and stays with him for a while. Forrest explains that they'd walk often and while he did all the talking sharing war, ping pong, and shrimping talesJenny would listen.
Reflecting on the abuse inflicted on her as a child by her father, she feverishly throws her shoes and rocks at the house - hitting boards and breaking windows. While throwing objects she declares, "How could you! It is also suggested that Jenny understands that her upbringing was the catalyst for her painful and rocky years. In her fit, she falls to the ground, sobbing. Forrest quietly sits nearby, and in his narration says, "Sometimes I guess there just aren't enough rocks.
Forrest picks flowers for Jenny daily and the two bond over dancing and gifts. One evening, Forrest proposes to Jenny. That night, Jenny climbs into bed with Forrest. She tells him that she does indeed love him her first time admitting it aloud and makes love to Forrest for the first time. We learn that's the reason for his reflection at the bus stop bringing the story into the present day.
After learning that she is only a few blocks away, Forrest runs directly to her apartment, surprising a matured Jenny. As they talk, Jenny begins to apologize for all the times in the past that she acted badly as a result of her personal problems.
She is interrupted by a knock at the door, followed by a woman dropping off a little boy.