Choose Me, Not The Strawberry
A/N: This is the first in a series of little D/G one-shots.
Not too happy with this one...But anyway, written in a bored fifteen minutes when I had nothing else to do, so pardon the typos that might be there, will you? Anyway, I hope you enjoy it!
Written for a challenge at The DG Forum, and the guidelines were: Draco/Ginny, of course, and must include a misused piece of fruit or vegetable.
Ginny needed some form of distraction...any distraction from the thing – or person – that was distracting her from everything these days.
Draco sat across from her at the table, watching her calmly with those piercing, silver-grey eyes of his, a hint of a smile on his lips...those lips...
Need distraction, Ginny thought with clenched teeth. Need it desperately. Now.
There was a large bowl of fruit between them, on the table. She stared at it instead. She had to stop staring at him. He was driving her crazy, with his super-snarky, sexy self. Even staring at the fruit bowl, she could see his sleek, white-blond hair through her peripheral vision, and imagined clenching her fingers in them...
The fruits. Yes. There were bananas, apples, apricots...grapes...
A long, white hand reached into the bowl, and she looked back up at him. He slowly plucked one grapefruit from the bunch, and smirked at her lazily. He threw up the grapefruit, and then slowly bent back his head, revealing his long, white neck, and neatly caught the fruit between his teeth, before chewing it slowly, his eyes back on her. He grinned. "Why the silence, Gin?"
"You're driving me mad," blurted Ginny. "I need to focus on something else."
"Mad, eh? Oh, I can't help it. I was always that way."
"Aha!" Ginny's eyes lit up. "I am going to eat those strawberries!" She quickly darted to next room, and brought out the bowl of rosy, delicious looking strawberries she'd got last evening.
"How, pray tell, is that going to distract you from me?" questioned Draco amusedly, folding his arms across his chest and leaning back to survey her.
"Nothing can distract me from strawberries," declared Ginny triumphantly. "It's a proven fact. I go crazy when I start to eat 'em, and nothing can stop me. It's a quirk," she added with a little deprecating smile. "An addiction, you can say."
"Weird," muttered Draco. "Well, I'd like to witness this. Go on, then," he said, gesturing at the strawberries. "Let's see exactly how crazy you get."
She grinned devilishly at him, and reached for a strawberry, twirling it once in her hands thoughtfully before taking a large bite of it. Draco watched amusedly as she closed her eyes, moaning a little as she chewed slowly. And he was quite surprised as her hand, as if on it's own accord, reached again into the bowl retrieving two more strawberries which she proceeded to stuff into her mouth, with occasional moans of satisfaction. She'd chew slowly, but with a practiced pace, as if she'd done this before; as if she'd no choice but to. Merlin, it was like she was possessed...by strawberries. Draco snorted softly at the thought, still watching her.
Her eyes were still closed. The bowl was nearly half empty now. Draco stared, half in wonder and half in slight annoyance. She was right – she was taking NO notice of him now.
He didn't like that too much. He'd always been paid a lot of attention – and especially when it concerned this crazy redhead, whom he actually loved, he thought that he deserved all of her attention right now. It was a Sunday, after all, which should be put to better use than this...
His eyes bugged out slightly as Ginny ate and ate, until there were only two more strawberries left in the bowl. Merlin, how did her stomach stand it? If she was doubled over in a stomachache later today, he wasn't going to be one to sympathize...
Ginny giggled softly as she chewed, mumbling: "Oh, yum, yum..."
Draco gritted his teeth. If she finished that last strawberry, she would have won this point. He wasn't in the mood for that. He clenched his jaw, with a tight smirk on his face, and before Ginny's hand could reach for the last strawberry, he picked it up himself, and took a large bit off it, swallowing quickly.
Ginny's hand groped into the bowl, not finding anything, and she opened her eyes, looked searchingly into the bowl. She'd been sure she'd felt another one when she picked up the last one. And then her eyes fell shrewdly on that blond sitting in front of her, who was taking another bite – another bite off HER strawberry.
She scowled. "I hate you sometimes."
He laughed, swallowed, and then held up the last quarter of the strawberry. "Want this, Gin?"
Her eyes gleamed in desire. She nodded mutely.
"Then get it." Smiling, Draco toyed with the strawberry quarter, and then suddenly, it was between his teeth – half in and half out of his mouth. He smirked – she didn't now how he managed it, but he did, and then held up a finger, and motioned her forward. The strawberry, it's flesh rosy red, and his mouth, soft and inviting, both seemed to motion her forward as well.
Ginny blushed furiously, and got up, and strode toward him. "You think I won't?" she demanded. "I will – even if it means I have to kiss you again!"
And then she bent toward him, ignoring the vicinity of his soft lips just a centimeter away from her, focusing only on the rosy fruit, and captured half of the strawberry in her mouth. He sucked on it, and pulled it back. Viciously, she bit it again, but before she could widen her mouth enough to taste it, Draco, with a little laugh, whipped the whole thing into his mouth with his tongue, and Ginny's lips crushed against his helplessly.
She surrendered. With a moan of much deeper satisfaction, her fingers twined in his hair, and all strawberries forgotten, she satisfied her addiction for the one other thing that addicted her more than strawberries: that git called Draco Malfoy.
A/N: Please do review!