CHAPTER 7 - WHISPERS
His lips were soft, gentle against her own. Her thoughts were going crazy in her head, a dozen different emotions passing through her mind. The kiss became more heated and she felt Draco place one of his hands lightly on the side of her neck. Draco deepened the kiss again, Ginny gave up fighting her better instinct and wrapped her arms around his neck. He ran his other hand through her long hair to rest it on her waist. Her lips and his moved together in synchronisation creating the perfect harmony. Ginny felt perfectly at ease, perfectly content.
Then she heard a small gasp from behind them. They jumped apart and Ginny heard Draco curse quietly as they both looked up into the shocked face of Pansy Parkinson.
"Sorry to disturb!" She told them in a high voice, smirking down at the pair. "Well Draco, this is-" Her eyes scanned over Ginny before continuing, "different." She clapped her hands together and rocked back and forth on her heels, obviously waiting for one of them to say something.
"Get out of here, Parkinson," Draco told her in a cold voice, getting to his feet smoothly, giving Pansy a dark look. Ginny blushed and stumbled up, not nearly as graceful as Draco had and looked to her feet, embarrassed obviously at being caught.
She giggled at the pair once more and nodded a little to enthusiastically. "Sure, See you at breakfast!" She sneered, before flicking her hair and skipping towards the castle.
They stood there in silence, Ginny bit down on her bottom lip. Draco broke the silence and let out a long breath, turning to look at her with sympathetic eyes.
"Sorry about her." He apologized, Draco quickly glanced at his watch then looked back to her. "I think we better get to breakfast." He told her, waiting for her response.
To be honest, she was a little disappointed. Ginny was rather enjoying their previous activities. "Okay," She murmured and Draco smirked at her expression before surprisingly enough, taking her wrist and pulling her to him, pressing his lips once again to hers. He pulled back after a couple of seconds, holding her hand and turning to walk towards the castle, Ginny followed, still reminiscing over the feel on his lips against hers. When they were about to enter the building, Draco dropped her hand though they still walked side by side. Neither of them said a word on the way and soon found themselves outside the big doors leading into the Great Hall.
It soon became apparent that the two were late. Everyone was already seated and as soon as they came through the doors, everyone's eyes turned to them.
After a couple of seconds of silence, the whole hall seemed to break into excited, enthusiastic whispering. Then one person stood up, Ginny ground her teeth when she saw Pansy Parkinson waving madly, a huge, evil grin on plastered on to her face.
"Parkinson." He growled, and something clicked in Ginny's mind. How was it that in a matter of minutes, she had got the whole school whispering about herself and Draco. Apparently, their kiss was no secret now.
She flushed pink and with one last glance at Draco, who looked extremely angry, she walked down the long isles, hating the feeling of everyone's eyes following her. Ginny cursed as she saw where the only empty seat left was on the Gryffindor table, next to her big brother Ron and her two good friends Harry and Hermione.
Her cheeks became hotter as she saw Ron stare at her, his mouth gaping as she placed herself on the seat next to him. Dumbledore then cleared his throat, Ginny looked up, grateful for the lack of stares she would have for these couple of minutes that Dumbledore would talk for.
"Enjoy," He said simply in his booming voice before clapping his hands. Dishes of food appeared in front of them out of no where and she heard the scattering of knives and forks as the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry started to eat.
"Draco bloody Malfoy!" Ron scolded her as soon as conversations everywhere filled the hall with volume. "What the hell were you thinking?!" He asked her, his face red with what could only be anger. Ginny avoided his gaze and picked up a piece of toast just for something to do, she stared at the bread in her hands, playing with it nervously.
She let out a sigh, knowing she couldn't avoid the subject. "I didn't think that anyone would find out." Ginny defended herself quietly, looking down.
"Well, you thought wrong then didn't you! Out of all the guys in here you could go of snogging, you bloody pick Malfoy!"
Ginny stared at her brother, her patience slowly fading away. "Do we really have to talk about this now? Actually, I don't even have to talk to you about this at all! This is none of your business." She told him, turning back to her food, starting to nibble on the corner of her toast.
Ron nodded fast. "Yes, we do have to talk about this! Have you any idea how many girls he has-" But she cut him off, Ginny had had enough.
"Shut up, Ron! It's bad enough the whole school judging me, let alone you!" She shouted at him, standing up now, finding it hard to keep her emotions in check. "Thanks a lot," Ginny murmured quietly to him before turning around and walked out of the hall, trying not to let herself go in front of her fellow students.
As soon as she was out of the public's view, her eyes watered up. Ginny tried to blink as little as possible, not wanting to cry over something so small. She kept on staring at the ground, not blinking still in fear of her tears falling.
How long she walked around the grounds, she did not know, but she did know she was walking long enough for the students to flood out of the hall and to their first lessons. Ginny knew it was wrong but she just couldn't go to lesson in this emotional state. The whispers still echoed in her mind, she tried to shake them off.
Ginny stared out at the lake, the morning light shining of the rippling surface. She let out a sigh, remembering how simple everything was this time yesterday, when she had no one to hide from, nothing to be ashamed of. Ashamed wasn't the right word, she couldn't describe her emotion right now, couldn't quite place it.
"It does not do to dwell, Miss Weasley." A wispy voice came from behind her as she turned around to see her headmaster standing there, Albus Dumbledore. The only other time Ginny had ever had a one to one conversation with this man was just after she had left the Chamber of Secrets for questioning about Riddle's diary.
Ginny twiddled her thumbs nervously, silent. What was she supposed to say?
"Positives always outweigh the negatives, despite the fact of rumours," He pressed on, he must have heard what was going round himself, she let out a small defeated sigh.
She shrugged. "Well, what else am I supposed to do?" She asked, only now realising how dependent she would be on his answer, the wisest of all.
"That question, regrettably, I cannot answer."
Figures.
Authors Note;
Apologies for the crapness of this chapter,
I kinda ran out of ideas.
Sorry!
:)
