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A series of drabbles and oneshots relating to Draco and Ginny, in all their loveliness, although sometimes you might catch them in rather furious, bitter moments. Oh, but "That's life!" to quote the delightful Frank Sinatra.
This first drabble was written for Aerileigh's challenge on The DG Forum titled The OSS Drabble Challenge, Round 3.
Word Count: 297
Enjoy :)
I've Got You Under My Skin
Dalliance
It was always quick and frantic. He would duck into the cupboard, make her deliriously dizzy and practically begging for more- and then he would be gone again, sailing off into the mob of students like he hadn't just snogged her senseless between Potions and Transfiguration.
It was like her life was chopped up into little pieces, each one stringing behind the other in a line until they came to that sacred, private closet, and there her existence was content, for she was wound protectively in his arms, exchanging the most delightful, sweet, impassioned kisses.
One day they were having an especially intense 'meeting'.
"I really have to go, Ginny," he breathed as his lips trailed a hot path down her neck, shivering slightly as she gasped; "Or there will be a glorious uproar outside this broom closet about the tragedy of the missing Slytherin Head Boy."
She reluctantly pulled away from his smirking lips, hating her dependence on him.
She re-buttoned her rumpled shirt, tucked a loose strand of trademark hair behind her ear, and gathered her books.
He always left first, peering carefully around to make sure no one was spying, and then three minutes later she would sneak out and continue onto class.
It was always three minutes.
She loathed herself for letting this continue- this secret, horrid affair, which tormented her at night. She was so weak to resist him, too powerless to refrain. He had bewitched her, and Ginevra Weasley was bound to Draco Malfoy. He knew it. He used her, and she allowed him to.
But what Ginny never saw was the carefree smile twitching on his face, burning to explode as he exited the closet.
No, she never saw that. Maybe if she had, things might have turned out differently.
The sentence I used was starlit skye's post, #327: "I really have to go, Ginny," he breathed as his lips trailed a hot path down her neck, shivering slightly as she gasped; "Or there will be a glorious uproar outside this broom closet about the tragedy of the missing Slytherin head boy."
I hope you liked it- that was my first drabble. I'm not sure how it went. I'm definitely not used to squishing all that character and plot into such a short piece! Ah, well- if at first you don't succeed, try, try again!
I'm just spewing wisdom today. Lap it up, lads. This is a rare occasion.
Please review- it totally makes my day. :)
Kiles