A/N- I was looking for a fluffy snoglet.. and ended up writing one instead. ^_^
Disclaimer- The lovely couple
snogging belong to JK Rowling.
Ginny Weasley had never realized sleep walking was a problem for her. Tonight, however, she realized it to be otherwise.
She supposed that the aftermath of her dealings with young Voldemort in her first year and Neville's insistence that he'd seen her in the boy's dorm one night should have clued her into the problem before. Of course, now was not the time to ponder such things.
Awoken from a dreamless sleep, Ginny had found herself not in bed but attached to a very needy pair of lips. Somewhere near her waist line, a pair of hands, that were certainly not her own, were making their way downwards and upwards in circular motions. Her body was meshed so close to another she could hardly breathe.
Not that she wasn't enjoying this.
She dipped her head into the shoulder of the figure's black robes and blushed as he (she could only presume the figure to me male, though downwards did much to assure her beliefs) nuzzled her ear lavishly with his tongue.
A brisk wind blew through the empty hallway, not alone as it rode up her night time lingerie, a daring piece of lace that had proved to be the end of her partner's resistance.
She gasped, and after what seemed to be a sheer lifetime of endearing pleasure, she drew away.
Breathing hard, facing the floor, she slowly drew her face upwards, assisted by the caressing hands of her nighttime partner.
Her eyes were soon revealed to a leering and slender form, dressed in the finest black robes, a pale, smirking face, smoldering gray eyes, and oh-my-soul, messed, blonde hair.
"No!"
His smirk left, as did his eyes from her revealing clothing.
She did not.. She could not.. Draco Malfoy!
She closed her eyes and braced herself as she fell against his chest, greeted by his greedy embrace. She craned her neck upwards and slowly took a hold of his lips with her own.
Sure, it was Draco Malfoy.. But he
sure could snog!