Love or Lust
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He looked really uncomfortable now and the feeling she had that she shouldn't be there grew in strength so that it was almost painful.
"But, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pried. I'll go now..."
"No! ..." He started at the sound of his own voice, it seemed to her, that he didn't mean to say anything at all.
"Well, okay then, if you want me to stay," she said, and sat down again, as an icy silence enveloped them.
"So, what are you doing here?" Draco asked, breaking the ice.
"Oh, erm... Well, I didn't want to go to the feast tonight, I don't really see the point of celebrating that toad's birthday. All the other Gryffindors are eating in the tower and I don't want to be cooped up. Especially with how things are with Dean at the moment."
"Ah, yes. The troublesome boyfriend who doesn't know his girl is having an illicit affair."
"Yeah, it's actually quite funny when you put it like that," she said, laughing, but inside she was puzzled. An affair. That's what he called this. Well two could play at that game, and that was what she felt like doing at the present time, so she just fell into the pattern they were cutting out and just let herself go.
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The trees made a canopy over the two figures, protecting them from prying eyes that may just happen to glance down their way. Stars winked through the leaves every now and then, trying to catch a glimpse of the couple.
The reflection of the moon traced a path down the middle of the black lake, cutting it into equal halves. It was a full moon and in the back of her mind Ginny wondered idly where Remus was this time.
The moon itself looked down on its reflection in the mirror like surface as it watched the scene unfolding before it. At first it seemed that two friends were enjoying a friendly chat while the rest of the students were at dinner, but it saw that what followed was much, much more intimate than that.
The moon had never seen such a miss-matched pair as these. They were as different as it was to its brighter counterpart, as different as day and night, even. Hot and cold, colourful and bleak.
It watched curiously as they started to become more involved, touches becoming less hesitant, fingers working quickly in the dark, mouths whispering along contours.
Hands caressing, feet tangling.
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Ginny suddenly became aware of what she was doing.
"Wait," she breathed as her head slowly became less dreamy and she woke completely from the lovely dream.
"Did you want to do this?" he asked, confused, taking his hands away from where they had been fumbling with the clasp of her bra.
"No," she said, "We can't do this, not now, not ever. For Merlin's sake I'm only fourteen."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes," it was stated simply and with such a finality that he knew she was, "We can't do this. It's just not possible. I'm sorry; it's hard for me to stop, too."
"Then don't..." his lips whispering against the sensitive skin of her neck and although she shivered he knew his attempts were in vain.
"As much as I would love to, we can't"
He could hear the longing in her voice and knew that she wasn't lying.
"Besides, if we want to sleep in our own beds tonight we should get up to the castle."
She was right, he knew, and he did want to sleep in his own bed that night.
And she left, leaving behind her a lingering kiss, a few well chosen words and a green bejewelled hair pin.
A/N Sorry it's been a while, I apologise.
Sapphy, xoxo
