It was daybreak when Ginny awoke, shivering from the cold air against her back.
"These bloody pyjamas!" she thought to herself, reaching for her
top which she predicted had fallen down again. "I knew I should have bought
a smaller size." She traced her hand lightly over her back, looking for
the offending strap. "It must have fallen all the way don again,"
she thought as she lifted the duvet to look for her top. What she saw made her
catch her breath. It became apparent why she could not find her top. The lack
of clothing was a good indication.
It was then Ginny realised hers wasn't the only breathing she could hear.
She turned on her back to look at the person behind her, slowly so as not to
disturb them.
She knew who it was before she turned to look. How, she wasn't sure, but
seeing his sliver-blonde hair poking up from underneath the duvet almost made
her heart burst through her ribs.
"Oh fuck!"
* * *
She had already gathered her clothes and left by the time Draco awoke. His head
was pounding. He'd never had such a hangover, though he knew part of his
headache was probably down to the lack of sleep. Draco had realised the way
he felt about Ginny the year before, but had been unable to tell her. How could
he? Him a Slytherin, her a Gryffindor. He could never tell her, or that's
what he had thought. And when he saw her at the party, he felt he could not
wait any longer. He figured the alcohol had taken away some of the apprehension
so he could tell her. He was terrified. But strangely enough, he had not told
her what he had intended to. And even more amazing was the fact that she had
not laughed or run off, or anything of the sort. Instead she…well…
* * *
There was music, alcohol, and strangely enough, a mini-firework display going
on in the downstairs toilet (presumably caused by Fred and George Weasley who
still turned up at student parties despite having left two years ago to open
their own joke shop).
It was another one of those parties, where everyone shows up, and turns it into
a party full of orgy-like qualities. Draco scanned the bouncing crowd for the
long, red hair that made her so beautiful. He spotted her dancing in the corner
with Harry Potter, and began making his way over to her.
"Tonight, you are going to tell her," slurred the voice in his brain.
God, I must be drunk if even my thoughts are slurred. "Don't stutter.
Just tell her how you feel, and if you have to, get the hell out!"
He saw Ginny leave the room and go into the garden. "Well, at least I
don't have to do this in front of people, "muttered Draco to himself
as he followed her outside.
The garden was dark, and her could just make out her outline against a tree,
completely surrounded by the black curtain. She was facing away from him, looking
up as if catching her breath, or more likely, trying to sober up. He made his
way over, slowly so as not to startle her.
"Ginny," he almost whispered. She whipped around, sending her hair
tumbling around her face.
"Malfoy?! What, school isn't enough to single me out, you have to
do it here?" she asked incredulously, her eyes standing out a blazing
green in the darkness.
"No! No, that's not what I uh…came here for," Draco
said. He was beginning to feel that this might not have been such a good idea.
"Well, what then?" Ginny said impatiently, "And make it fast
because I really should go back inside." He hesitated and she started
to leave.
"Wait…" Draco started, trying to draw out her presence for
as long as possible. I will not give in now, not while I'm this close.
"Look, spit it out you fucking incompetent ferret. I have a dance waiting
for me!" she shouted, gesturing to Potter who was currently hitting on
a lamp. Great example Gin, she thought to herself. "And I'm not
being funny, but I really don't want to spend my night with you, Draco
fucking Malfoy."
She did not see the hurt her words had caused. Draco looked straight into her
eyes and screamed, "I fucking hate you! I hate your stupid eyes and your
fiery hair which always smells of fruit and honey because of your stupid shampoo!
I hate your smile, and your dimples, and your laugh, and the way you twist your
hair around your fingers! I hate wondering how far those freckles actually go,
and I hate lying in my stupid dorm bed, wishing that I was with you."
Draco was really mad, and he shoved Ginny u[p against the tree.
"I HATE YOU!"
And then he was kissing her, so hard it was almost bruising, and all Ginny could
say was…
"Oh!"
Because of her current predicament, It took Ginny a while to come to her senses,
but thankfully she did and she pushed him off her, rage filling her body.
"You insensitive, little SHIT! You think that it's ok to say "I
hate you" and then make out?!" she slapped him around the face.
"Let me tell you something, you little bastard you-"
"Ginny." He cut her off, edging towards her.
"No! You li-"
"Ginny," he purred, but it was muffled as his face was in her neck,
and his hand was somewhere up her top, beginning to travel lower.
"MalFOY!"
"Ginny…lets go, ok?"
"Ok," she said, her breath catching in her throat, "you freak."
It was true that she hated him, but that's what mad this so exhilarating.
She felt his touch like fire on her skin, passion filling her entirely.
And it would be exhilarating, now that he was being noble…after attacking
her!
"Ginny, are you-"
"Less talk. More sex."
And he apparated them back to his room.
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