A/N: Ginny and Draco again… Yeah. Please forgive me if you find this similar to my previous D/G fics.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I wish to claim to.
Burning
Those pink thin lips, those burning brown eyes, and that flaming red hair. Her personality matched her appearance. She was fierce, loyal, passionate, and stubborn.
That year, that horrible year, she seemed to set everything around her aflame. Others came to life around her, even the ghosts, even him.
No one could make her submit. She was burning out of control, a wildfire. He swore she did it on purpose, did it without even trying.
And then she singled him out to chase, to burn.
"Why won't you leave me alone?" He whispered harshly to her out of the side of his mouth as she tailed him through the castle one day.
"Because I think there's hope for you, and I'm going to prove it." She answered, every bit as smug as he usually was. Little bitch was mocking him.
And that's how it went, he'd be constantly annoyed with her chasing him around, as if he was the flame and she the moth. It was a game really. Her corning him, he trying to lose her before anyone noticed, her slinking off, leaving him to smolder.
He knew he enjoyed it, and he knew that she did too. And he knew he would eventually give in.
And he did, one night when they were sitting on top of the astronomy tower.
Her lips crashed to his, every bit as hot as he had expected.
For both their sakes in this cold world, he'd allow her to burn him.
The End
A/N: Can't. Stop. Writing. Ginny and Draco year seven fics… What's with me?