Chase it down or give it up
Roll the dice and try your luck
But if you do
Remember this:
There's no such thing as an innocent kiss
-Jump, Little Children: Innocent Kiss
Just a kiss. That's all he wanted. Craved, more like. Hungered for.
He watched her when she was eating or talking. Her mouth was so perfect. It was like a rosebud or something similar. Deep pink set in white-white skin. Her mouth was the center of his fantasies.
It was filthy, though. A Gryffindor. A Weasley, no less. But she was beautiful... she didn't seem at all related to her disgusting brothers. And she was finally over that Potter. She was beautiful enough to get any guy in the school if she wanted, and she lusted after Potter.
The other thing he actively fantasized about was her hair. She had let it grow out, and it's thick, flaming redness enticed him. He wanted to reach out and touch it's crimson softness but he couldn't because of who she was.
He wondered if she fantasized about him, too. What if she shared his passion? He sighed, earning a poke from Crabbe. "Leave me alone, Crabbe," he drawled lazily. Crabbe looked shocked but withdrew his hand. Draco wasn't entirely sure why he even kept Crabbe and Goyle around. They were so bloody stupid.
His obsession got worse and worse. He would find himself taking the long way to transfiguration in hopes that of catching a glimpse of her. He would hang around after he was done in the shower after Quidditch practice hoping that she would be coming out, hair all damp in a ponytail, eyes sparkling, smiling with her lips parted, looking so entirely kissable that he would have to force into his mind the thought of something nasty, like Dumbledore having sex.
She smiled at him one day, or at least in his direction. Just turned in her chair and smiled. He nearly melted into a puddle right there but kept his cool, just pretended not to notice.
The infatuation became too much to bear eventually. He had begun to realize that she must share his infatuation, why else would she 'accidentally' bump into him every day after Quidditch? Why else would she smile in his direction every meal? Why else would she take extra-long down the transfiguration corridor? He knew then that he could take his chance, fulfill his fantasy.
He spent his whole Christmas vacation planning it out. Arranging an accidental-on-purpose meeting, picturing his technique, imagining her reaction.
It took him all Christmas vacation and then 2 weeks of school for it to be ready. He would just be innocently strolling after class, and he would bump into her (he had knicked Potter's stupid map to ensure that he would be in the same place as she). Then he would say, all cool "Ginny, can I see you a moment?" then he would pull her into a classroom (for they would all be empty) and kiss her. She, of course, would kiss back... and... well... he hadn't gotten that far yet.
It worked flawlessly. He was innocently strolling, hands in pockets, whistling a catchy little tune... when... SMACK! He ran straight into Ginny. "Oh! I'm sorry!" she said, flushing.
"No, no," he said, smiling. "It's just fine. Ginny, may I see you a moment?"
"Me?" she looked a little confused. It was cute. It suited her.
"Yes, you. Right this way, please." He led her into the empty classroom, just as planned. "I just wanted to tell you..." he leaned over and kissed her. She gasped, then squeaked, and then leaned into the kiss. Her lips parted and their tongues met, causing her to moan against his lips. They stayed that way for several seconds before Ginny broke off for air. "Well then," she said. "I guess what they say is true."
"What's that?" he questioned, running his fingers through her hair.
"There's no such thing as an innocent kiss," she replied, leaning over to kiss him again.
A/N: just a little piece inspired by JLC's Innocent Kiss.