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That is all!
Chapter 8- The Aftermath
Somewhere in the back of my mind a part of me realized this was the closest I had ever been to Draco Malfoy. I realized that, as much as I hated to admit it, I liked the feel of him against me. I liked it a lot. His entire body just felt so… right
In that moment I realized I was very warm. Okay warm was an understatement more like liquid fire was surging through me. When we had looked at each other earlier today his eyes could have frozen the hottest of flames.
But now…
Now his gaze was scorching heat throughout my entire body. How could this be? How could the same eyes make me feel two completely different things? Even in the daydreams I had about Harry never made me feel this way.
Oh crap! Harry!
What would he say if he knew that I was feeling things for someone else or, that I had felt said things for Malfoy? Well, I mean it wasn't like Harry and I were dating or anything but I thought he always liked knowing I was there and available for him.
Malfoy wasn't paying much attention to keeping my hands pinned so his grip had become considerably looser. I took this opportunity to wrench my hands free put them on his chest in an attempt to push him off of me. When my palms made contact with his torso I was stunned to find that his skin was warm.
I guess that since he was so much like ice, I just figured he would be cold. Not that I spend my time thinking about what Draco Malfoy's skin feels like because I don't. It was more like a subconscious assumption. But, he wasn't cold; he wasn't even cool.
He was so nice and warm. I wanted to just curl into him, rest my cheek right next to where my hand was, and listen to the strong steady heartbeat I now felt beneath my fingertips.
The world disappeared, and I forgot why I had ever wanted to leave this intimate cocoon we were enclosed in. Now, I wished that this moment would never end. I gently caressed his chest, feeling the contours of his body. I continued my explorations until I felt something cold and hard that was hanging around his neck.
God she smelled so good! Not like all those fruity or flowery perfumes that girls were always wearing that were so pungent they made my nostrils sting and my eyes water.
But a clean soft scent like fresh cotton, strawberries, and soap with the smallest hint of something… I couldn't exactly place.
If she smells this good, I wonder what she tastes like? She was so soft and lovely, like heaven. She fit underneath me perfectly. She dips and curves in all the right places. A completely unique shape made just to match me and only me.
I was no stranger to lust and desire; in fact, I prided myself on my ability to give women pleasure. But, the desire and need I felt for this woman I had not thought possible, and all she was doing was touching my chest.
Her hand was so soft and warm on my chest it was sheer bliss. I could die here like this and be perfectly content. I was wrapped up snuggly in a cocoon of all things Ginny.
My eyes slowly drifted shut of their own accord. I anxiously held my breath and wished she would never cease her timid exploration. However, her hand suddenly came to an abrupt halt just above my heart.
I reluctantly opened my eyes to see what was wrong. I saw that her eyes were currently stationed on my front. Bewildered, I followed her gaze to where her fingers presently rested.
She was staring at my necklace. Wait a second… my necklace?!
One second, he was calmly lying on the floor against me, the next he had jerked himself away. It was as if he had been burnt or something.
He stood up so quickly I barely had time to think. The moment he was gone I felt a strange kind of emptiness all of a sudden, as if I had lost something.
How strange, that I should miss the feel of him against me… him, whom I should hate above all things! Merlin, I was acting like such an idiot. Oh well, it's not like he knows that I feel this way anyway its all in my head.
Anyways, why should I have to explain myself? He was the one wearing my necklace! Well not my necklace exactly, but one that looked bloody similar!
"Where did you get that," I yelled from my spot on the floor looking up at him from this position for the second time today.
However, he did not answer me; all he said was, "Shut it Weasley, I don't answer to anyone especially you for that matter." With that he turned on his heel and began to walk away.
What the hell, I thought. What an asshole!! Just when I was about to go sock him one, (one that he has had coming for the longest time) I looked next to me and saw he still hadn't picked his wand up from the classroom floor from the time that he had dropped it when we fell earlier. He had completely forgotten about it.
Without even thinking twice, I grabbed up his wand and pointed it right at the center of his back. "Stop right there Malfoy", I warned him in my smuggest possible voice.
He slowly turned to face me with ice in his eyes once more. "Now answer the sodding question." His entire body straightened; however, his expression never changed. He didn't even flinch.
