AN: This story has been on my mind a lot lately and I just can't seem to get it out of my head, unless I sit down and write it haha. So, this is the start of it and let me know what you think, thanks. :)
This story won't just be in Ginny's point of view I will be adding other people's sides in between :)
Warnings: Contains slash pairings in later chapters!
All the rights go to Jk Rowlling and her beautiful world!
This Is My Story.
Prologue
Have you ever held someone or something so dear to you? Something so dear that you can't let go but you should, because it's not real anymore and holding on to it is physically killing you from the inside?
I have.
I am the youngest Weasley in the family known as the little sister of Ron Weasley the friend of Harry Potter. And this is my story.
The only thing people recognize me for is apparently being the 'obsessive stalker crush' of the infamous boy. Hah. Yes, I had a crush on him, well do… Okay that's not important we will get to that later. The point is just because I have a crush on him doesn't mean I am stalking him, which I am not by the way. People just assume that because I am always near him but people tend to forget that I am Ron's sister and good friends with Hermione Granger. It's not all just about him, when will people learn that?
When I was eleven, Harry was my first proper crush and by far not the only one. Of course Harry was the only boy I saw for a really long time but as I grew older I started noticing other people. I was still of course holding on to my first crush but as time passed by I realized he is never going to return the childhood fairy-tale of mine. I would be lying if I said I still didn't find him attractive but I rest that case, for now.
So, for a brief period in my third year I had a small tiny crush on the clumsy Neville Longbottom. It was so innocent and I am pretty sure I would never have actually gone out with him but he did take me to the Yule Ball and with that my silly crush ended.
Later on, I, like every other girl in school (and if they say they haven't they are lying) found myself lusting after the gorgeous Draco Malfoy. And this is where my story should probably start because that is when in my opinion everything changed.
Couple weeks into my fourth year I started noticing Draco Malfoy, I don't know how it happened but just one day I saw him and couldn't take my eyes of him. I had officially turned into every other girl in Hogwarts and was now drooling at the sight of him. My childhood crush had been instantly forgotten and I am safe to say I didn't even remember his existence at that moment. This crush on Draco had been different from the one on Harry or even Neville. Yes, I had always wanted to be with Harry but I never actually lusted after him, like tear of his clothes lust. Let's not even talk about Neville I didn't even think about kissing the guy.
To say the least this was a whole new experience for me. Nobody of course knew, people still assumed I was following Harry like a love sick puppy but what they didn't know, that when the dark came and everyone was asleep I fantasized about Draco in ways that was not appropriate at that age. I can still remember that late spring night I had touched myself. I had never done it before I've just heard girls talk about it. So, one night when my fantasies got too intense I sought the release I needed with the thoughts of Draco at the back of my mind and I had soon experienced probably one of the best orgasms in my life. It was a new and exciting thing for me and after that I found myself doing it more and more. My fantasies for him had spun out of control to the point when I saw him I could feel the wetness between my legs and had to run to a bathroom, closet or an empty classroom to relieve myself. It probably sounds really bad but at that age when you first discover what lust is and what masturbating is, it's the craziest thing going and it spins out of control.
One day in mid-February I had the most heart-breaking moments in my life, at the time of course that was the worst thing that could happen not just to me but any fourteen year old out there. It was the day I saw Draco Malfoy kissing another girl. Oh, how badly I wished it was me. But what surprised me the most is how I still found the way he was kissing and touching that girl was beyond sexy and skill full and longed myself to feel that. With tears in my eyes I ran to the bathroom and locked myself away for hours.
I slowly got used to the idea of Draco being unreachable like Harry and my lust for him decreased. So one dull May evening I was wondering around Hogwarts. That must have been one of the most cliché moments in my life but behold I ran into Draco Malfoy.
'Watch where you're going little weasel' He snarled at me. I didn't dare say anything back for some reason when it came to him it was like I had swallowed my own tongue. Even though my crush on him had simmered I still found myself blushing. Of course he was not impressed at my lack of response and kept on pushing me.
'Whats wrong Weasley? Cat got your tongue?' He asked and smirked oh, how I loved that smirk. My wondering gaze didn't go unnoticed by him after all he is used to girls lusting after him so he knew what was going on in my head.
'Well, well, well would you look at that…' he chuckled and stepped closer to me and I on instinct stepped back and just my luck found myself backed against the wall.
'Does the little Weasley has a crush on the big bad?' He taunted me some more and stepped closer, we were just an inch apart now. I swallowed hard. I couldn't think. I couldn't move. I couldn't say anything. I was petrified and curious at the same time.
'W-w-what makes you s-say t-that?' I had finally sort of found my voice if it were even possible I blushed hundred times deeper than before. And if not to make it more obvious I couldn't for the world look him in the eyes.
'Weasley do you really think I am that stupid?' He whispered and gently stroked my face. That finally got me to look him in the eyes. What I saw there took me by surprise no guy has ever looked at me like that and for the first time in my life I thought my feelings could be returned.
'What would you say if I kissed you right now?' He whispered again and leaned closer. I couldn't reply instead I swallowed hard and nodded. I wanted him to kiss me so bad. I had wanted to feel those lips on mine for a really long time and I wondered would he kiss me like he kissed that girl and then something in my head clicked.
'W-what about your g-girlfr-riend?' I asked in barely audible voice.
'What girlfriend?' He said and with that he pressed his lips on mine. All those late night fantasies where coming to life in just that one moment and I felt myself returning the kiss. I've never kissed anyone before and it felt amazing nothing like I imagined it would feel like. Kissing Draco Malfoy felt like heaven. His lips were so soft. The kiss started out gentle and innocent but fast became heated the moment his tongue touched mine. All of a sudden I couldn't get enough of him. I felt my arms going around his neck and pulling gently at his hair that must have done it for him because a moment later he let out a low growl and pressed himself hard against me. And that's when I felt it, his erection pressing hard against my stomach. I snapped my eyes open and to say the least I panicked. I pushed away from him and I did the most mortifying thing in the world and ran. I ran from him as fast as I could, leaving him behind without a second look back. By the time I reached the tower I was gagging for air. To say the least Draco Malfoy had soon become one of the people on my 'to avoid' list. As it happens it was quiet easy to avoid him as he was a year above me so we had no reason to be at the same place at the same time. Exceptions meal times but that I could handle. Truth be told, I was so embarrassed about my sudden departure that evening that I thought he would just laugh in my face but he didn't and nobody ever heard of what happened.
Before I knew it I was back at the Burrow for the summer and my fifth year was approaching at lighting speed and the next thing I knew I was back on the Hogwarts Express, the kiss with Draco Malfoy long forgotten.
Couple weeks in I was asked out by Dean Thomas, he was cute so I agreed. It had started out really good but eventually we had more fights than me and Ron and to top it all of Harry was acting really weird around me.
Against my better judgment I kept dating Dean despite all of the fights we had. I had grown to really like him. And that is what probably drove me back into the arms of Draco Malfoy.