The way the hammock swings...
He ducked into the Room of Requirement, seeking solice, santuary, from her. It seemed like no matter where he went, there she was, smirking, her innocent look melting away to reveal the devil underneath, though only he seemed to notice. He sighed, looking around. Since he had only thought of excaping when he passed the door, the Room had molded itself into a replica of a forest clearing on his family's land that he often went to as a child to hide from his father. It was a great comfort to him to see it and he immediatly wondered over to the hammock he had set up there the summer before he came to Hogwarts. He lay down and closed his eyes.
Peace at last...
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"Oh, Draco..."
He could hear her voice, sweet and innocent, taunting him. I can't belive I've been reduced to running from a girl! he thought angrily. I'm suppose to be the one chasing!
It didn't seem to matter, as he continued to race down the halls, her footsteps getting ever closer, despite the fact that he was running as fast as possible. I've probably broken a couple world records today he thought idealy, before that thought was pushed out of his head, abandoned in favor of running.
He rounded a corner and quickly slid into a niche. She didn't see me she didn't see me she didn't see me was his matra for the time being. He quickly cast a concelment charm and a silencing charm, trying to catch his breath.
She rounded the corner just then, not even panting from exertion. She leaned against the wall right across from his niche, looking directly at it, though more toward the ceiling, and sighed. "Looks like I've lost him again," she muttered. "Oh, well. One day, Draco Malfoy, I will catch you, and you will get what's coming to you." She seemed to look directly at him as she said this.
What's coming to me?! he wanted to scream, but knew she wouldn't hear anyway. Plus, he didn't want her to find him. With a smirk, she left the corridor, her red curls bouncing. Draco waited an entire hour before he was satisfied that she had left before cautiously sneaking back to his common room.
Damn you, Ginreva Weasley, he thought viciously.
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Draco awoke slowly from his dream, realizing that there was a warm body laying next to him. Cautiously, he looked down to see the current bane of his exsistance curled up next to him, her flaming hair contrasting brilliantly with his black shirt. More slowly still, he checked to see if there was a way to distangle himself from her without waking the sleeping girl. Her head was laying on his shoulder, her arm slung across his waist and one of her legs tangled with both of his.
"There's no way for you to get up," she muttered, not moving or opening her eyes.
Draco chuckled, a low, soft sound that reverberated under her head. "Frankly, I'm amazed you were able to tangle us together so well without me waking. I'm a very light sleeper."
"I have my ways," was all she said, snuggling deeper into his chest.
They lay in silence, a light breeze accompaning the swinging of the hammock. Draco looked down at the top of her head.
"Ginreva."
"Hmm."
"Why do you insist on persuing me?"
Now, she did look up. "Um, I don't know." She gave him an innocently-evil look. "Thrill of the chase? The fact that it would kill my family, not to mention the-boy-who-wouldn't-die," here, Draco's eyes grew wide, "and... I don't know."
His silver eyes scrutinized her. "Surely, that's not it. Chasing me for the past year just to piss off your family? I think there's something more."
Something different shown through her eyes right then. "Do you not want me? Is that why you've been running?" She started to get up, but his strong arms pulled her back down to his chest.
"Don't."
Ginreva looked at him. "Don't what?"
"Don't go. I want you here, with me."
Chocolate met silver, just before their wanting lips met in a passionate dance of lust...
A/N: It just occured to me (at 5:30 in the morning, none the less). I rarely see any stories where Ginny persuses Draco. Well, any that I like. So I figure I'll give it a shot. I know it's not what some of you want, but this is the way my mind is working currently. Not sure if this is just a oneshot or something more. Tell me what you think. Definatly left it open. I've already got something else in my head, a sort of alternate ending... Interested? I think I'll just make this a series of oneshots...
