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A/N: This was written for Aerileigh's OSS challenge in the DG Forum. Here were the requirements:
-Like the OSS, drabbles should be D/G centric
-Do not exceed 300 words, excluding the original sentence. As the Ravenclaw HOH, I will make you edit.
-You may post more than one drabble.
-You may use a sentence that someone else has already used.
-You may use one of your own sentences.
It is 297 words (excluding the sentence I borrowed), and trust me, it was impossible to keep it under the limit. The story suffered a bit. Ugh.
The sentence I stole was starlit skyes', #915. "Draco caught Ginny's arm violently just before she swept out of the broom closet, his eyes burning with intensity and his lips nice and swollen and inviting – as if to attract her and beat at her resolve to go to bed and be good with a vengeance; "Go if you must," Draco breathed fervently, "but Ginny...be vigilant – for..." his lips grazed her ear, making her gasp as he leant towards her, "Potter is around, and he still doesn't get it.""
Enjoy.
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Ginny's back was pushed so forcefully against the shelves she was certain there would be bruising. Draco's lips crashed against hers; she was afraid she would get lost in the moment entirely, never to return again. In the dark, there were only hands, teeth, and moaning, and as much as it pained her to do so, she knew when to say "when". Now was that time.
"Draco," she interjected, unsuccessfully attempting to shove his muscular frame off of her petite one, "It is becoming well past curfew. If we get caught…"
"I'm Head Boy. Enough of your mindless fretting," he replied, his voice huskier than the usual, calm tones. He grabbed her wrists, lifting them above her head and pushing her back against the shelves, beginning maul her throat with his perfect teeth and lashing red tongue.
"I know my roommates are suspicious," she replied breathlessly, pulling out of his grasp and quickly grabbing for the bronze, rusted doorknob. She continued ominously, "I cannot have him feeling the same."
Draco caught Ginny's arm violently just before she swept out of the broom closet, his eyes burning with intensity and his lips nice and swollen and inviting – as if to attract her and beat at her resolve to go to bed and be good with a vengeance; "Go if you must," Draco breathed fervently, "but Ginny...be vigilant – for..." his lips grazed her ear, making her gasp as he leant towards her, "Potter is around, and he still doesn't get it."
His eyes shone with laughter, but instead of the usual, dizzying effect they had on her, she became angrier. "Sod off, Malfoy," she growled, storming off towards her respective entrance painting.
"Oh, it's Malfoy now, is it? Funny, I could have sworn it was Draco you were moaning a moment ago!" he called after her, much louder than was wise. But she was already slamming the portrait of the Fat Lady behind her, and he was frankly becoming quite tired of their life of secrecy. She was his, as far as he was concerned, and she should be his alone. He grumbled, sulking, "Always so touchy about the bloody boyfriend."
Neither lover had noticed a lurking Hermione, on her way back from her bi-nightly rounds as Head Girl.
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A/N: Oh, the drama. Hermione must be feeling a bit conflicted. Should she tell one best friend, or keep a secret for the other? Poor girl.