Night Air
Disclaimer- Characters belong to JKR.
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Ginny stepped into the nighttime hall, glancing around furtively. Nary a Weasley in sight. She
hurried down the hall, and swept out of the house on her ragged old broom.
She reached her destination in minutes, and glanced around the dark clearing. "Are you here?"
Silence greeted her frightened whisper.
She shivered, and wished that she had worn more under her robes than her thin nightgown. There
was a chill in the air tonight. She paced back and forth, listening to the limbs above her creak and
groan in the breeze, and leaves rustled gently, creating a cacophony of sound against the stillness of
the night.
Where was he?
She had nearly given up, and climbed back atop the broomstick and flew back to her cozy room at
the Burrow when she heard a footstep crack a twig somewhere to her left.
"Is that you?" she called, nervously backing up a step. This had seemed like such a grand idea when
they'd been warm in a light filled room.
"Yeah," came a reply, and she sighed in relief over the familiarity of the voice. She moved towards
his voice, and stood until she felt him move up against her.
Arms cradled around her, warm and protective against the cold night air. She could see his face,
though not clearly, as he lowered his mouth to hers. She treasured the heat that swept through her
body at this touch, and gave herself into the kiss fully.
She tangled her hands into the hair that was the same color as the moon and the sun and all the
celestial bodies thrown together, and sighed as the broke apart.
"I've missed you," Draco said.
"It's only been two weeks," Ginny replied. "That really isn't that long..."
"It is to me," he replied. "I worry about you."
His hands were now warming her body with slow, tantalizing strokes.
"I worry about you, too," she said. "But I prefer to not think about those things."
"Those things?" he said, amused.
"Yes," she replied. "Life and reality and all the things we're supposed to think about now that we're
grown up."
He smiled. "So what do you like to think about?"
"You," she replied.
Their lips met again, and they set about methodically warding off the chill that settled around them,
creating a cocoon of heat and kisses and caresses that not even the most frigid wind could enter.
They stayed tight in the other's embrace, cherishing the rare moments of intimacy and delight that
they allowed themselves, that they were allowed.
Finally, Draco pulled away, and said, "I have to go."
"I'll miss you," Ginny said, but did not protest. She knew as well as he that none of this could
happen in the real world, only in their private, hidden moments far from any criticizing or realistic eyes.
They kissed one last time, a slow and lingering touch that they both hoped would not be the final
note of their affair, and both slipped off their separate ways, returning to homes and lives neither was
fully satisfied with due to the absence of the other.