Well, here goes - the first of a hundred Draco/Ginny oneshots. BTW, thank you cuddlebear992 for the idea. :)
Now, these are in no particular order/length/genre other than being at least vaguely D/G, in the order I've written them, and oneshots. Some are going be literal drabbles, whereas others will be pages and pages long. They'll also probably cover a wide range of genres and styles. Consider yourself warned.
Words - 226
Rating - PG13
Warnings - None
#1 – POLAR OPPOSITE
His lips were… soft. And warm.
Ginny had a problem with that fact. He was everything harsh and cold, sharp lines and edges. Snapping voice, glaring ice-shard eyes. His walk was smooth, true, but cold; the subtle slide past you, head high, was more degrading than many words could ever be. His robes were black or green, never warm colors, and if they looked soft, it only emphasized how far distant he was from the silk he wore.
Silk, that was it. Cool, smooth, graceful, beautiful even, yes – but not something you'd want to bundle up in come winter. Glamorous, but not reliable. Expensive, and it required special washings and other such care, which really made it a bloody pain, not really worth it except for a special occasion.
But it wasn't a special occasion, just some mundane Tuesday, and his lips were warm, and soft.
They moved over hers, gentle and skewing her worldview, for long moments, and when they drew back, Ginny was surprised to realize that her eyes had been closed.
He looked so bloody cold, in front of her, staring with narrowed eyes, harsh and unforgiving, and yet those lips had kissed hers, soft and warm and gentle.
The sneer unraveled across his face, and Ginny flinched back, even as he slid away gracefully, not giving her a second glance.