First time in a while that I've written anything for here, decided to go with a new story. Ginny/Draco 3 It's my first time writing for them so reviews would be lovely, as always. I realize it's pretty confusing but it's just a prologue, it's meant to be that way ;) In any case, the next few chapters will backtrack and explain up to this, or perhaps getting to it will be the main focal point of this story, I'm not quite sure. Either way, you can view the prologue as a glimpse of what's to come. A tease, if you will.
And of course, all credit for characters and Hogwarts and anything Harry Potter-related to J. K. Rowling, without whom I think a little piece of each of us would be dead inside :)
The air that hung in the small space between them seemed heavy and intoxicating as she inhaled it, her eyes never once leaving his. Intoxicating, yes, that was the perfect word. For this feeling, for this boy, for everything, for this, whatever it was that they were doing. Whatever game it was that they were playing. It was addictive. Somewhere along the way, it had rooted itself deep inside of her, planting itself into her and forcing her to return to him time and time again because she physically couldn't do anything but. And if she had have had a choice? No matter how many occasions had been spent pretending to mull over this question, this answer was always the same and it was an answer she knew without the slightest doubt: It wouldn't have mattered. She still would have been here. She still would have stood there, holding onto him as if he was the only thing left in the world and needing him. But as strong and ingrained at that need had become, there was one thing stronger and it was because of that she would have found herself in the same situation regardless.
Want.
Call it by whatever name you wanted. Desire, attraction, wish – it all was the very same at its essence. Want. She wanted this. She wanted to feel the cold stone of the castle walls press into her back as she stood there in the dark at the night. She wanted to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him close to her even though it was the last thing in the world that she should have done. She wanted to feel his hands at her waist, holding her there, keeping her there. She wanted to inhale and taste nothing but forbidden temptation as it clogged the few inches of empty air between the two of them. She wanted him. And as for Draco? He wanted her.
Releasing her lower lip from the pressure of her teeth, she pulled herself up on the tip of her toes, lifting her face to his and pressing her lips against his without warning. Wasn't that always how it was? Wasn't that how it had always been? She was the one who instigated, who started this whole whatever-they-had, who drew him along with her, who blurred the lines, who crossed the lines. She was always the one pushing the limits, re-delegating the boundaries.
She always wanted more.
That was certainly the case as she felt him respond to the kiss automatically, each of them desperately searching and needing something from the other. Their lips moved both together and against each other in the way that only lips that know each other so well can move. Her lips parted as she inhaled dizzily and she pressed her mouth to his as her fingers tangled themselves expertly into the longest fringes of his hair against the back of his neck. Time and lust were their constant commanders, she thought, each demanding and necessitating different things, everything, from them. Time was so shattered and fractioned between them as they stole every moment that they could. But how long could you steal from time before it caught up with them? And lust, it was always there, it always drove them, but how long until it wasn't enough? How long until the lust was satisfied and everything between them evaporated? If all they had were time and lust, what would happen to them when both ran out?
It was the same thought that had been plaguing her since their last meeting in the dark and with as it entered her mind once more, a constant and dangerous reminder, she felt herself pull back from the kiss, from him, leaning her head against the cold wall behind her as she tried to regain her breath. Inhaling and exhaling out of rhythm, she stared at him, wondering if a longing and desire as powerful as what she felt could possibly be conveyed in one look. She thought not.
"Ginny?"
It was a question, tentative and confused, but it was still her name and to hear it spoken in that voice, in his voice, still gave her shivers that ran all the way down her thin frame. But tonight she was shivering for more reasons than that. Swallowing, she uncurled one arm from around his neck, bringing down to his hand instead, where it rested on her waist. Her thin fingers curled around his wrist, delving under the edges of his robes and though she felt him stiffen, he said nothing as she brought his wrist up, flipping it over to expose his forearm . Not looking at it, she stared at him for a moment, almost defiantly, before dipping her head to place a kiss against his forearm. The Dark Mark. The sinewy snake spilling out of the skull. Her lips pressed against it for the longest of seconds before she lifted her gaze back up to his eyes, the words on the tip of her tongue. The words that would cement everything they had. The words that would a name to what they shared. The words that would be there always, even when time and lust had both run their course.
Three little words.
Like I said, the next chapters will backtrack so you'll have to wait to find out exactly what happens but they should clear up any confusion about how exactly Ginny and Draco got to this stage, something that I don't really want to rush. But yeah, what did you think? Reviews are amazing and delightful and they inspire the people you're reviewing to keep writing so if you liked, let me know? Ily.
