Playing with Fire
Ginny/Draco
PG-13; Just because...
Disclaimer: I don't own anything that you might recognize.
A/N: I don't have Microsoft Word so this format might be weird, I'm sorry. And this is also my first Draco/Ginny story. So sorry if it's dumb.
Ginny sat at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, tears running down her cheeks.
She thought that, what with Cho running off with her boyfriend last year, that Harry wouldn't have any interest in her anymore. Leaving an empty spot in his heart. Which she would have graciously filled, and was just going to tell him that... when she found him. Snogging the daylights out of Cho.
She wasn't really hurt by the fact that he didn't like her. She didn't like him. Yet, he was her security blanket. He was always there to fall back on if there was no one there. And now, even he was gone. She had nobody. She was alone, just like in her first year.
No, she had Tom back then. A slight smile touched her lips. Though he was actually manipulating her for his own evil plot, she still loved him, and she, to this day, she still misses him. Looking back on it all, it kind of thrilled Ginny to have done something so impure... Contrary to popular belief, she had no want or need to be the little Virgin-ial Gryffindor Princess for the rest of her life. She wanted excitement, adventure, and thrills.
That's why she wanted Harry. He goes through so much, it would be great to be apart of it.
But, he obviously found someone else to thrill and be thrilled by. She looked back at the castle, a moment's hesitation, before throwing her wand on the ground, and entering the Forest, defenseless.
Draco checked for Filch, then made his way outside. The pale moonlight bathed his features as he crossed the grounds to the forest. He occasionally took walks through there when he was wakeful. He may have been afraid of the Forbidden Forest as a first year, but now he found walks through it quite exhilarating. He muttered, "Lumos," and a small beam of light fell on the path in front of him. As he reached the edge of the forest, he found a wand on the ground. Warning bells went off in his head, as he pocketed the wand, and entered the forest.
Ginny sat on a log, a little ways in to the forest. She could still see the lights of the castle from her perch. And sitting there, just staring at the lights, is how Draco found Ginny.
"Well, well, the little Weasel decided to take a stroll out from under the Brother Weasels watchful eye?" Draco smirked. Oddly enough, he got no reaction from her. She just stared, blissfully off into space. He waved his hand in front of her eyes, and still: nothing. He couldn't help but notice how peaceful she looked, in her little trance. Her mossy green eyes were lit with the silver light from the moon, while her scarlet curls were ignited with the golden light from the castle. Her cherub face was blissfully blank, though her cheeks were a little tear-stained, and her lips were parted slightly.
He wiped away a remaining tear, and it startled her out of her lull. Damn, Draco thought, fearing the effect of the night would be lost, though he was pleasantly treated to the fact that it wasn't.
"Draco! Wh-what are you doing here?" Ginny took a moment to silently appreciate the way the moon light accented his demeanor, before blushing, and praying to the Gods he didn't notice either of the two aforementioned occurrences.
Which he did, and couldn't help but marvel at how the pale blush complimented her features.
"I always come out here when I can't sleep. How about you?" Ginny could have been hallucinating, but she thought she heard a tone of worry in his voice. Nah, she was just hearing things.
"I come when I'm, uh... upset..." Ginny trailed off, hugging herself and bowing her head. Draco furrowed his brow.
"Hey," Draco did one of the most un-Draco things ever, he reached out and touched her shoulder. "Are you okay?"
Ginny shivered, hoping against hope that it was from the cold, not his touch.
"I just, I don't know... It's dumb." Ginny blushed.
Draco smirked at her. So this was the girl that 'sicced' the basilisk on all those mudbloods in her first year. Crumbled, probably over Perfect Potter.
"You still mooning over Potter?" Draco was so sensitive, it sickened him at times.
Ginny's eyes flashed at him, her green orbs blazing with a silver fire. This girl should have been a snake.
"For you information..." she yelled, then faltered. "Well, not totally. No. Kind of."
He arched an aristocratic eyebrow.
"I don't know... I just... ever since in the Chamber," she gave a little shudder. "I've felt like I just don't fit in Gryffindor and with, just, everything... I wanted a thrill, an adventure... and I thought I could have all that with Harry. So, when, I saw him snogging Cho by the witch with the hump," Her voice rose and her temper flared with every word, till she was screaming in near rage "I just kind of lost it. So I ran out here. Does that answer your question?!". And still, he smirked.
"What?!"
"I'm just happy you're finally over that git Harry. Now come one, lets get you back up to the castle." Draco returned her wand, and led her back through the forest to the grounds. All the while, he had his arm around her, guiding her. She realized this as they stepped through the clearing onto the grounds, and gave a little shudder. He stopped and took off his cloak and wrapped it around her. She sighed and leaned into the feeling of his arms around her. She quickly murmured a 'thank you' and clasped his hands around her stomach. He breathed a 'your welcome' into her ear as he withdrew from the accidental embrace.
She tucked a lock of his hair behind his ear as she looked up into his gray- silver-flecked eyes.
He closed the gap between them and brushed his fingers across her cheek as he looked down into her mossy green-silver-flecked eyes.
His eyes held no depth. She had Slytherin eyes.
She leaned up. He leaned down.
They're lips had just barely brushed when...
Draco flew out of bed. He looked around. There were no signs of the flame- haired temptress that haunted his dream.
His hand pushed a stray lock of hair behind his hair, just like Ginny did. He smiled at the memory, and felt warmed by it.
His eyes flung open and he flew out of bed.
"Oh, shit."
A/N: So! I revised this chapter because I got Microsoft Word now, and I changed it a bit, as well. REVIEW! It's good karma.
A/N: I don't have Microsoft Word so this format might be weird, I'm sorry. And this is also my first Draco/Ginny story. So sorry if it's dumb.
Ginny sat at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, tears running down her cheeks.
She thought that, what with Cho running off with her boyfriend last year, that Harry wouldn't have any interest in her anymore. Leaving an empty spot in his heart. Which she would have graciously filled, and was just going to tell him that... when she found him. Snogging the daylights out of Cho.
She wasn't really hurt by the fact that he didn't like her. She didn't like him. Yet, he was her security blanket. He was always there to fall back on if there was no one there. And now, even he was gone. She had nobody. She was alone, just like in her first year.
No, she had Tom back then. A slight smile touched her lips. Though he was actually manipulating her for his own evil plot, she still loved him, and she, to this day, she still misses him. Looking back on it all, it kind of thrilled Ginny to have done something so impure... Contrary to popular belief, she had no want or need to be the little Virgin-ial Gryffindor Princess for the rest of her life. She wanted excitement, adventure, and thrills.
That's why she wanted Harry. He goes through so much, it would be great to be apart of it.
But, he obviously found someone else to thrill and be thrilled by. She looked back at the castle, a moment's hesitation, before throwing her wand on the ground, and entering the Forest, defenseless.
Draco checked for Filch, then made his way outside. The pale moonlight bathed his features as he crossed the grounds to the forest. He occasionally took walks through there when he was wakeful. He may have been afraid of the Forbidden Forest as a first year, but now he found walks through it quite exhilarating. He muttered, "Lumos," and a small beam of light fell on the path in front of him. As he reached the edge of the forest, he found a wand on the ground. Warning bells went off in his head, as he pocketed the wand, and entered the forest.
Ginny sat on a log, a little ways in to the forest. She could still see the lights of the castle from her perch. And sitting there, just staring at the lights, is how Draco found Ginny.
"Well, well, the little Weasel decided to take a stroll out from under the Brother Weasels watchful eye?" Draco smirked. Oddly enough, he got no reaction from her. She just stared, blissfully off into space. He waved his hand in front of her eyes, and still: nothing. He couldn't help but notice how peaceful she looked, in her little trance. Her mossy green eyes were lit with the silver light from the moon, while her scarlet curls were ignited with the golden light from the castle. Her cherub face was blissfully blank, though her cheeks were a little tear-stained, and her lips were parted slightly.
He wiped away a remaining tear, and it startled her out of her lull. Damn, Draco thought, fearing the effect of the night would be lost, though he was pleasantly treated to the fact that it wasn't.
"Draco! Wh-what are you doing here?" Ginny took a moment to silently appreciate the way the moon light accented his demeanor, before blushing, and praying to the Gods he didn't notice either of the two aforementioned occurrences.
Which he did, and couldn't help but marvel at how the pale blush complimented her features.
"I always come out here when I can't sleep. How about you?" Ginny could have been hallucinating, but she thought she heard a tone of worry in his voice. Nah, she was just hearing things.
"I come when I'm, uh... upset..." Ginny trailed off, hugging herself and bowing her head. Draco furrowed his brow.
"Hey," Draco did one of the most un-Draco things ever, he reached out and touched her shoulder. "Are you okay?"
Ginny shivered, hoping against hope that it was from the cold, not his touch.
"I just, I don't know... It's dumb." Ginny blushed.
Draco smirked at her. So this was the girl that 'sicced' the basilisk on all those mudbloods in her first year. Crumbled, probably over Perfect Potter.
"You still mooning over Potter?" Draco was so sensitive, it sickened him at times.
Ginny's eyes flashed at him, her green orbs blazing with a silver fire. This girl should have been a snake.
"For you information..." she yelled, then faltered. "Well, not totally. No. Kind of."
He arched an aristocratic eyebrow.
"I don't know... I just... ever since in the Chamber," she gave a little shudder. "I've felt like I just don't fit in Gryffindor and with, just, everything... I wanted a thrill, an adventure... and I thought I could have all that with Harry. So, when, I saw him snogging Cho by the witch with the hump," Her voice rose and her temper flared with every word, till she was screaming in near rage "I just kind of lost it. So I ran out here. Does that answer your question?!". And still, he smirked.
"What?!"
"I'm just happy you're finally over that git Harry. Now come one, lets get you back up to the castle." Draco returned her wand, and led her back through the forest to the grounds. All the while, he had his arm around her, guiding her. She realized this as they stepped through the clearing onto the grounds, and gave a little shudder. He stopped and took off his cloak and wrapped it around her. She sighed and leaned into the feeling of his arms around her. She quickly murmured a 'thank you' and clasped his hands around her stomach. He breathed a 'your welcome' into her ear as he withdrew from the accidental embrace.
She tucked a lock of his hair behind his ear as she looked up into his gray- silver-flecked eyes.
He closed the gap between them and brushed his fingers across her cheek as he looked down into her mossy green-silver-flecked eyes.
His eyes held no depth. She had Slytherin eyes.
She leaned up. He leaned down.
They're lips had just barely brushed when...
Draco flew out of bed. He looked around. There were no signs of the flame- haired temptress that haunted his dream.
His hand pushed a stray lock of hair behind his hair, just like Ginny did. He smiled at the memory, and felt warmed by it.
His eyes flung open and he flew out of bed.
"Oh, shit."
A/N: So! I revised this chapter because I got Microsoft Word now, and I changed it a bit, as well. REVIEW! It's good karma.