OK - I believe I'm supposed to have a disclaimer, to disclaim certain things. OK - I own this plot (if you can call it that) and thus far, that is all I own. It seems unlikely that I will own Draco in the foreseeably future, alas, so I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING BUT THE PLOT (sadly).
Thanks to my wonderful reviewer, Yazethet. I wasn't going to continue if I didn't get any reviews, but I did *dances*
And onwards...
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Draco stretched, yawned, and sat up. He shook his head in an attempt to get his white blond hair out of his eyes, and swung his legs over the side of his bed. He stood, and dressed, in a graceful, yet lazy manner. He then sat back down, and reached for a small black book on his bedside table.
Inside it, he wrote his dreams. It was a habit of his. And though this one had been infinitely more cheerful than his others, he still thought it necessary to write it down, alongside the dragons, manticores, and ghouls.
Haltingly, he wrote about the forest, the changing landscape, and the girl. Pausing, he tried to remember what she looked like, but found he couldn't. No bother, he thought, and wrote what he could.
***
Blushing at her dream, Ginny dressed and rushed from the room. She wanted to get to the Great Hall before him... so she wouldn't have to face him. She couldn't believe what she'd... they'd... done. Sure, they had barely kissed, but this was Malfoy.
Disgusting, rude, Malfoy.
Well actually, she reasoned, not all that disgusting... and her blush deepened in colour.
Hermione and Harry sat at the table, Harry staring desolutely at his Cocopops (sometimes, they have Cocopops at Hogwarts). Hermione was attempting to cheer him, but he was pretty much unconsolable since Sirius' death. Ginny flounced over, and sat down next to him.
"What's up, Harry?" She asked.
"Everything in the world hates me. I don't have a reason to live. I want to die." He replied, not looking up.
"Ah, no worse though?" She asked. Hermione shook her head.
Suddenly, and without warning, a plate came flying towards Harry's head.
"Duck!" yelled Ginny, and thankfully, he did.
Ginny looked over to where it came from, and was horrified to see that it was Draco who had thrown it. She blushed again, and hurriedly stood.
"I must be-" But she fell, as the blood rushed to her head.
"Ginny!" Hermione cried, and crouched next to her friend. She prodded her gently with her wand, but to no avail. Ginny was out cold.
"I suppose we'd better get her to the Hospital Wing, Harry. Could you help me?"
And the two of them picked her up, and carried her out.
***
Draco had observed the events that followed the, oh so hilarious, plate throwing incident, with some discomfort. He couldn't place why he felt so bad about it...
And then it hit him.
He stood, and rushed out of the Hall, towards the Hospital Wing.
***
When he arrived, Harry and Hermione were nowhere to be seen, which he was thankful for. He approached Ginny's bed, and pulled up a chair beside her sleeping form. Sitting down beside her, he just gazed at her, wondering.
As he watched, her eyelids fluttered. Her eyes opened, and she stared back.
"Draco?" She asked.
"Yeah." He replied gently.
She sat up awkwardly, and moved her face closer to his.
"You dreamt it too, didn't you?" She asked.
"Yeah. But I didn't know it was you, not at first."
"But now you know. What are you going to do?" She asked.
"What I did before." He replied, and cupping her face, moved his head closer to hers.
She closed her eyes, and let him kiss her, gently at first, but slowly applying more force.
It was heaven.
They didn't hear the door of the Hospital Wing open. They didn't see Hermione's shocked face.
They did hear her cry of disbelief.
In an instant, they snapped apart.
"Wha?" Hermione asked.
But there were no words.
Thanks to my wonderful reviewer, Yazethet. I wasn't going to continue if I didn't get any reviews, but I did *dances*
And onwards...
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Draco stretched, yawned, and sat up. He shook his head in an attempt to get his white blond hair out of his eyes, and swung his legs over the side of his bed. He stood, and dressed, in a graceful, yet lazy manner. He then sat back down, and reached for a small black book on his bedside table.
Inside it, he wrote his dreams. It was a habit of his. And though this one had been infinitely more cheerful than his others, he still thought it necessary to write it down, alongside the dragons, manticores, and ghouls.
Haltingly, he wrote about the forest, the changing landscape, and the girl. Pausing, he tried to remember what she looked like, but found he couldn't. No bother, he thought, and wrote what he could.
***
Blushing at her dream, Ginny dressed and rushed from the room. She wanted to get to the Great Hall before him... so she wouldn't have to face him. She couldn't believe what she'd... they'd... done. Sure, they had barely kissed, but this was Malfoy.
Disgusting, rude, Malfoy.
Well actually, she reasoned, not all that disgusting... and her blush deepened in colour.
Hermione and Harry sat at the table, Harry staring desolutely at his Cocopops (sometimes, they have Cocopops at Hogwarts). Hermione was attempting to cheer him, but he was pretty much unconsolable since Sirius' death. Ginny flounced over, and sat down next to him.
"What's up, Harry?" She asked.
"Everything in the world hates me. I don't have a reason to live. I want to die." He replied, not looking up.
"Ah, no worse though?" She asked. Hermione shook her head.
Suddenly, and without warning, a plate came flying towards Harry's head.
"Duck!" yelled Ginny, and thankfully, he did.
Ginny looked over to where it came from, and was horrified to see that it was Draco who had thrown it. She blushed again, and hurriedly stood.
"I must be-" But she fell, as the blood rushed to her head.
"Ginny!" Hermione cried, and crouched next to her friend. She prodded her gently with her wand, but to no avail. Ginny was out cold.
"I suppose we'd better get her to the Hospital Wing, Harry. Could you help me?"
And the two of them picked her up, and carried her out.
***
Draco had observed the events that followed the, oh so hilarious, plate throwing incident, with some discomfort. He couldn't place why he felt so bad about it...
And then it hit him.
He stood, and rushed out of the Hall, towards the Hospital Wing.
***
When he arrived, Harry and Hermione were nowhere to be seen, which he was thankful for. He approached Ginny's bed, and pulled up a chair beside her sleeping form. Sitting down beside her, he just gazed at her, wondering.
As he watched, her eyelids fluttered. Her eyes opened, and she stared back.
"Draco?" She asked.
"Yeah." He replied gently.
She sat up awkwardly, and moved her face closer to his.
"You dreamt it too, didn't you?" She asked.
"Yeah. But I didn't know it was you, not at first."
"But now you know. What are you going to do?" She asked.
"What I did before." He replied, and cupping her face, moved his head closer to hers.
She closed her eyes, and let him kiss her, gently at first, but slowly applying more force.
It was heaven.
They didn't hear the door of the Hospital Wing open. They didn't see Hermione's shocked face.
They did hear her cry of disbelief.
In an instant, they snapped apart.
"Wha?" Hermione asked.
But there were no words.