Author's note: This is based on the Harry Potter books by
J.K.Rowling. Nearly everything in here is hers. This is a disclaimer.
Nothing is mine. This is disclaiming everything for this whole story. Don't
sue, I have nothing you'd want. To readers, please review I enjoy any kind
of review, even flames. This is a Ginny and Draco romance.
Chapter One
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"Mum! I'm going over to Brock's! I'll be back by six." Ginny Weasley yelled from the doorway of her home. Her mother was in the kitchen, and Ginny didn't feel like walking, yelling was much easier.
"Dear, do you think that wise? I mean, Brock is a nice boy of course, but well, his family is known to be envolved in some..er..scandlious events." Molly Weasley finished lamely. She loved the fact that Ginny has found some people to play with over the summer, but she wasn't too sure about this Brock character.
"Mum, I'll be fine! Brock's family is great, very nice people." Ginny replied, smiling at her mother's caution. Her mother's worry was sweet, but Brock was a great friend and she had nothing to worry about.
"Alright," Molly sighed. "By six then. And no later!" Ginny grined and ran through the door.
Brock only lived about a mile away, and walking was easy. He lived in a modest house, and his parents were always chating with the kids and trying to get them to play a muggle game called "ping - pong". Ginny thought it was a great way to spend her summer. Brock's family was laid back and fun. Ginny had a some - what of a adopted family. Her parent's and Brocks knew each other, but didn't really spend much time together. As Ginny approached Brock's house, she heard yelling.
"Brock! I am so gonna get you! Goddamnit! Stop running!" A tall, blonde boy yelled running with a muggle toy called a water gun. The boy was yelling and cursing, but the smile on his face was of pure fun. Ginny saw him dart around the back of the house. Brock ran around from the other side of the house yelling as well. Ginny knew instantly they were having a water gun fight. Brock was obviously winning. Ginny had been introduced to water guns that summer, and had found that they were a lot of fun to cool off with.
"Gin!" Brock yelled and dropped his water gun. He walked over to her.
"Hey Brock. Whose the guy?" Ginny asked.
"Oh, just Draco. He's my cousin, staying for the summer. Leshelle's inside if you want her." Brock finished and ran after Draco again, leaving Ginny dumbstruck. Brock was related to a Malfoy!? Maybe he didn't mean Draco Malfoy, maybe it was a different Malfoy, Ginny mused, but then again, that hair was a Malfoy trademark. Ginny went into Leshelle's house, the door was always unlocked. Leshelle lived across the street from Brock, and Ginny found that she was also a very nice girl. They were all from the magical world, but Brock and Leshelle were home schooled. No one bothered to ask why. Ginny continued her way into Leshelle's home. Leshelle's mother greeted Ginny warmly, and told Ginny that Leshelle was in her room. As Ginny walked into the room she noticed Leshelle laying on her stomach on top of her bed, she was looking out the window facing Brocks house.
"Hey Shelly!" Ginny said flopping down on the bed beside Leshelle. "Whatcha looking at?" Ginny looked through the window as well, trying to figure it out.
"Hi. I am looking at that perfect male specimen who is related to Brock across the street. Who would think Brock could ever have a nice looking guy in his family?" Leshelle said lazily. Leshelle was thin and tall, and looked like a rail in a model sort of way. Ginny had small rounded hips, and a generous chest. Ginny thought she was fat, but her curves were hardly fat. Leshelle was graceful and blonde, with georgeous green eyes. Gin had dark auburn hair and dark blue eyes. Both were pretty, in very different ways. Leshelle and Brock also pretended to insult each other. Ginny had her therories about why.
"Your telling me, you're staring at Draco Malfoy?" Ginny exclaimed
"Yeah, and what a great name."
"Oh my god, Leshelle he's a Slyth -" Ginny was cut off by her own thought. She knew Leshelle wouldn't understand. Ginny simply nodded her head.
"Gin, I have a big favor to ask you. I met Draco earlier today and I want you to go out there and sort of ask him about me, like is he attracted or anything."
"Leshelle, you don't understand, Draco hates me. I can't get within 3 feet without him cursing me!"
"Gin, don't exaggerate. Just please!" Leshelle put on a puppy dog face and pleaded with Ginny.
"Alright." Ginny said gloomily.
"Thank you so much Gin! You are the best!" Leshlle yelled throwing her arms around Ginny. Ginny simply smiled, thinking that this was the worst plan ever. After Leshelle stopped thanking her, Ginny went outside to see two soaking wet boys still shooting water at one another.
"Hey! Hold the fire!" Ginny yelled smiling as she walked across the street to them. They both looked up, but only Draco looked surprised. He googled at her. Giny wasn't sure what to do, so she tried the "I've never met you so I am going to be nice" approach.
"Hi, I'm Ginny. You must be Draco." Ginny put on her best smile and flipped her dark hair out of her way. She extended her hand. Draco smiled, not a smirk to Ginny's surprise, but a smile. He extended his hand as well.
"Hi. I've heard so much about you." Draco said politely shaking her hand. Ginny took her hand back and Draco turned away embarrassed, he hadn't known he was staring at her so openly. He couldn't help it though, the youngest Weasley had really filled out nicely. Short and curvy, pretty smiling face, big blue eyes, this girl had it all.
"Looks like you two are having quite the fight there. Who's wining?" Ginny asked laughing.
"I am of course!" said Brock confidently.
"Uh huh, then why are you soaking wet? Oh, and don't come near me, I have no intention of getting as soaked as you." Ginny said. She should've known Brock would do something, because the next thing she knew, she was running away from the fire of Brock's water gun. The only thing about these water guns was that they were enchanted. The never ran out of water, and a few hits you were soaked. Ginny was running into Brock's house totally wet. What she didn't see was Draco following her. Ginny continued running, laughing, and yelling for Brock to stop. She ran right into Brock's room. Draco ran right in with her. Ginny looked around. Draco was standing near her.
"He's way far behind us. No worries there. Let's just hide till the coast is clear, ok?" Draco whispered to Ginny. Ginny giggled and nodded.
"You met Leshelle right?" Ginny asked.
"Yeah, why?"
"Well see, I just wanted to know what you thought of her, I mean, did you think she was pretty or nice or what?" Ginny said hurriedly. She then noticed how close he was standing to her. He didn't seem to hear her, for he said the oddest thing.
"Your eyes are so blue, it's like looking into the ocean." Draco stepped even closer to her. He gently cupped her chin in his hand and leaned down to kiss her. It was a small kiss, simply brushed her lips. He let go of her chin and looked at her as if he were asking permission. Ginny nodded, and she gently sliped his hands around her waist. He moved a piece of her soaking hair out of her face, and leaned down to kiss her. This kiss was still gentle, and made Ginny tingle.
Draco was trying to be gentle, so as not to scare her, but inside he wanted her so badly is was painful. She tasted so sweet, like sugar, but with a little bit of spice. Draco then felt guilty, he was 16 and she was only 14. Draco's mind was screaming for him to stop, even he had morals. Draco gently prodded her lips with his toungh. She let him explore her, and he was even more awear of her little body pressed aginst his strong frame. She had to be nearly a foot shorter than him. Draco groaned and pulled away.
"Oh god, Ginny I'm sorry. That was wrong. We can't do this." Draco said gasping. His arms were still holding her tight, but she looked up at him with her eyes full of hurt. She backed away.
"Of course, your right. Sorry." She said wiping her mouth.
Draco desperately wanted to explain to her, but had no time for Brock chose right then to open the door to his room and yell
"Found ya!"
Chapter One
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"Mum! I'm going over to Brock's! I'll be back by six." Ginny Weasley yelled from the doorway of her home. Her mother was in the kitchen, and Ginny didn't feel like walking, yelling was much easier.
"Dear, do you think that wise? I mean, Brock is a nice boy of course, but well, his family is known to be envolved in some..er..scandlious events." Molly Weasley finished lamely. She loved the fact that Ginny has found some people to play with over the summer, but she wasn't too sure about this Brock character.
"Mum, I'll be fine! Brock's family is great, very nice people." Ginny replied, smiling at her mother's caution. Her mother's worry was sweet, but Brock was a great friend and she had nothing to worry about.
"Alright," Molly sighed. "By six then. And no later!" Ginny grined and ran through the door.
Brock only lived about a mile away, and walking was easy. He lived in a modest house, and his parents were always chating with the kids and trying to get them to play a muggle game called "ping - pong". Ginny thought it was a great way to spend her summer. Brock's family was laid back and fun. Ginny had a some - what of a adopted family. Her parent's and Brocks knew each other, but didn't really spend much time together. As Ginny approached Brock's house, she heard yelling.
"Brock! I am so gonna get you! Goddamnit! Stop running!" A tall, blonde boy yelled running with a muggle toy called a water gun. The boy was yelling and cursing, but the smile on his face was of pure fun. Ginny saw him dart around the back of the house. Brock ran around from the other side of the house yelling as well. Ginny knew instantly they were having a water gun fight. Brock was obviously winning. Ginny had been introduced to water guns that summer, and had found that they were a lot of fun to cool off with.
"Gin!" Brock yelled and dropped his water gun. He walked over to her.
"Hey Brock. Whose the guy?" Ginny asked.
"Oh, just Draco. He's my cousin, staying for the summer. Leshelle's inside if you want her." Brock finished and ran after Draco again, leaving Ginny dumbstruck. Brock was related to a Malfoy!? Maybe he didn't mean Draco Malfoy, maybe it was a different Malfoy, Ginny mused, but then again, that hair was a Malfoy trademark. Ginny went into Leshelle's house, the door was always unlocked. Leshelle lived across the street from Brock, and Ginny found that she was also a very nice girl. They were all from the magical world, but Brock and Leshelle were home schooled. No one bothered to ask why. Ginny continued her way into Leshelle's home. Leshelle's mother greeted Ginny warmly, and told Ginny that Leshelle was in her room. As Ginny walked into the room she noticed Leshelle laying on her stomach on top of her bed, she was looking out the window facing Brocks house.
"Hey Shelly!" Ginny said flopping down on the bed beside Leshelle. "Whatcha looking at?" Ginny looked through the window as well, trying to figure it out.
"Hi. I am looking at that perfect male specimen who is related to Brock across the street. Who would think Brock could ever have a nice looking guy in his family?" Leshelle said lazily. Leshelle was thin and tall, and looked like a rail in a model sort of way. Ginny had small rounded hips, and a generous chest. Ginny thought she was fat, but her curves were hardly fat. Leshelle was graceful and blonde, with georgeous green eyes. Gin had dark auburn hair and dark blue eyes. Both were pretty, in very different ways. Leshelle and Brock also pretended to insult each other. Ginny had her therories about why.
"Your telling me, you're staring at Draco Malfoy?" Ginny exclaimed
"Yeah, and what a great name."
"Oh my god, Leshelle he's a Slyth -" Ginny was cut off by her own thought. She knew Leshelle wouldn't understand. Ginny simply nodded her head.
"Gin, I have a big favor to ask you. I met Draco earlier today and I want you to go out there and sort of ask him about me, like is he attracted or anything."
"Leshelle, you don't understand, Draco hates me. I can't get within 3 feet without him cursing me!"
"Gin, don't exaggerate. Just please!" Leshelle put on a puppy dog face and pleaded with Ginny.
"Alright." Ginny said gloomily.
"Thank you so much Gin! You are the best!" Leshlle yelled throwing her arms around Ginny. Ginny simply smiled, thinking that this was the worst plan ever. After Leshelle stopped thanking her, Ginny went outside to see two soaking wet boys still shooting water at one another.
"Hey! Hold the fire!" Ginny yelled smiling as she walked across the street to them. They both looked up, but only Draco looked surprised. He googled at her. Giny wasn't sure what to do, so she tried the "I've never met you so I am going to be nice" approach.
"Hi, I'm Ginny. You must be Draco." Ginny put on her best smile and flipped her dark hair out of her way. She extended her hand. Draco smiled, not a smirk to Ginny's surprise, but a smile. He extended his hand as well.
"Hi. I've heard so much about you." Draco said politely shaking her hand. Ginny took her hand back and Draco turned away embarrassed, he hadn't known he was staring at her so openly. He couldn't help it though, the youngest Weasley had really filled out nicely. Short and curvy, pretty smiling face, big blue eyes, this girl had it all.
"Looks like you two are having quite the fight there. Who's wining?" Ginny asked laughing.
"I am of course!" said Brock confidently.
"Uh huh, then why are you soaking wet? Oh, and don't come near me, I have no intention of getting as soaked as you." Ginny said. She should've known Brock would do something, because the next thing she knew, she was running away from the fire of Brock's water gun. The only thing about these water guns was that they were enchanted. The never ran out of water, and a few hits you were soaked. Ginny was running into Brock's house totally wet. What she didn't see was Draco following her. Ginny continued running, laughing, and yelling for Brock to stop. She ran right into Brock's room. Draco ran right in with her. Ginny looked around. Draco was standing near her.
"He's way far behind us. No worries there. Let's just hide till the coast is clear, ok?" Draco whispered to Ginny. Ginny giggled and nodded.
"You met Leshelle right?" Ginny asked.
"Yeah, why?"
"Well see, I just wanted to know what you thought of her, I mean, did you think she was pretty or nice or what?" Ginny said hurriedly. She then noticed how close he was standing to her. He didn't seem to hear her, for he said the oddest thing.
"Your eyes are so blue, it's like looking into the ocean." Draco stepped even closer to her. He gently cupped her chin in his hand and leaned down to kiss her. It was a small kiss, simply brushed her lips. He let go of her chin and looked at her as if he were asking permission. Ginny nodded, and she gently sliped his hands around her waist. He moved a piece of her soaking hair out of her face, and leaned down to kiss her. This kiss was still gentle, and made Ginny tingle.
Draco was trying to be gentle, so as not to scare her, but inside he wanted her so badly is was painful. She tasted so sweet, like sugar, but with a little bit of spice. Draco then felt guilty, he was 16 and she was only 14. Draco's mind was screaming for him to stop, even he had morals. Draco gently prodded her lips with his toungh. She let him explore her, and he was even more awear of her little body pressed aginst his strong frame. She had to be nearly a foot shorter than him. Draco groaned and pulled away.
"Oh god, Ginny I'm sorry. That was wrong. We can't do this." Draco said gasping. His arms were still holding her tight, but she looked up at him with her eyes full of hurt. She backed away.
"Of course, your right. Sorry." She said wiping her mouth.
Draco desperately wanted to explain to her, but had no time for Brock chose right then to open the door to his room and yell
"Found ya!"