At long last, here is the follow up chapter to the Draco/Ginny kiss scene! I'm not even sure as I write this what it will be like, but I suppose we shall see when it is written, hmm?
Thanks for every one waiting patiently for me to update and for reviewing Ladybug! I rather enjoyed posting that one. I now however, have got the urge to write a Tom Riddle story. I have TWO new stories posted on my info page for COMING SOON. I have started them both. I will not however, post either one until I am through with Playing With Fire. The probability of me writing both in the end is slim, so I want to choose one. Might each of you wanting more go to my page and tell me which you would be more interested in? THEY WILL BOTH BE SAD! But I want feedback.
Anyway, here is your chapter.
Enjoy and please review!
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Chapter 10:
He Said, She Said
"Isn't it beautiful?" she asked softly, not noticing that he had taken a step towards her. "After a while it will stick to the ground and everything will be white. I can't wait."
Draco nodded. "It'll be a menace," he said. "Obnoxiously cold and hard to walk in."
Ginny sighed and looked up at him, realizing that he was inches away from her face. "It makes things a little more difficult, but I think the good outweighs the bad by a long shot. Snow is great. I used to play in it when I was a kid all the time."
"That doesn't surprise me," Draco responded, leaning an arm on one side of the railing she was leaned against.
Ginny's breathed hitched as he moved closer, not sure what to do. "Well, you know. We didn't have a whole lot of choices, so we went outside a lot," she said. "The house gets cramped with so many people."
Draco nodded but didn't say anything. He leaned in swiftly, his eyes still on hers as he softly planted his lips over hers. Ginny froze, every thought in her mind trailing out with her sanity.
Moments later, the kiss became mutual and her hand was on the back of her head, his on her waist. The heat now radiating from the pair was causing every snowflake on her face to melt.
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It had been nearly a week since Ginny's strange encounter with Draco, and she had been avoiding him at all costs the whole time. There was something extremely twisted about the situation she was in.
On Friday, she decided to brave entering the private quarters of the Head Boy and Girl, to study with Hermione, who had remained blissfully unaware of Ginny and Draco's situation.
Draco was not present, and Ginny was becoming restless. Somehow Potions just wasn't the same without him.
"So you see, knotgrass can only be found in the Indies because of the particular climate it needs to grow in," Hermione explained and then look up at Ginny and let out an aggravated sigh. "Are you even listening to me?"
Ginny looked up. "What did you say?" she asked shortly, distracted by the bushiness of her friend's hair. Why was it particularly prominent today?
Hermione groaned. "Oh forget it," she said. "We've been at this for an hour and you're still not listening to me."
"I'm sorry," Ginny mumbled. "I'm just distracted is all. Maybe if we tried later, I would be more into it."
"Is something bothering you, Gin?" Hermione asked worriedly. "You have been a little off all week."
Ginny shrugged. "I don't know," she replied. "Just thinking a lot I guess."
With another sigh, though this one a bit more docile, Hermione nodded. She stood up and shrugged into her cloak. "Well I've got to do rounds tonight, so I should be back in a couple of hours," she said and looked at Ginny. "We'll talk about this when I get back, okay?"
"Yeah, sure 'Mione," Ginny replied, offering a smile. Moments later the door was closing and she was alone.
As she sat, Ginny's eyes wandered to the window, looking at the bright moon reflecting on the lake. She turned her eyes back inside, listening to the sounds of silence penetrating her ears. Never had she noticed how loud the crackle of a fireplace could be.
Outside there was a bullfrog croaking with the harmony of crickets around the lake. The wind was whistling, swirls of snowflakes twirling in the air. She wondered how the bullfrog and crickets were still alive in the snow.
In a tree nearby there was a flock of birds, nestling into the branches. They were getting ready to fly south, and their chirps resounded through the night, yet not so prominent as the owls in the owlery.
Just outside of the room, in the hallway, was the soft patter of students growing and fading as they walked past the room, as quiet as they could be to not get caught. Peeves could be heard cackling as he swept through, outing each of the students out past curfew.
And then there was the ticking. The grandfather clock perched in the corner of the small common room was ticking. Why had Ginny never noticed the noise of it before? She felt as if she were going mad. When the bells chimed ten o'clock, she jumped in surprise and then sighed and fell backwards once more.
Her thoughts drifted to Harry and she wondered where he was, if he was okay. A letter had arrived the day before, though brief, it was a comfort, yet a nuisance at the same time.
Ginny, it had read
Just dropping you a letter to tell you everything is fine. We hope you both are doing well.
Both of us send you our love.
He hadn't signed it, but Ginny knew who it was from. At that moment she found herself missing him sorely, and that night she dreamt of green eyes his beneath a head of platinum hair. Something was not right.
As the moments passed, Ginny became lost in her thoughts, only for them to be broken by the opening and closing of the door. She looked up and found two familiar heads of dark hair, lead by one of platinum blond. Bloody hell.
"Weasley," Blaise said in a buoyant voice, opening his arms, grinning at her. "So nice to see you. Tell me, how are the children?"
Ginny looked up, sighing that they had spotted her so quickly. Of course they would though; it was not as if the room was exceptionally large.
"Hello Zabini," Ginny replied in a tired voice, not feel the need or want to try and interpret his inquiry.
She looked around the room and nodded at Draco and Miles. "Malfoy," she said politely and the slightly pursed her lips. "Bletchley."
Miles acted as though he had not forced himself over her a few weeks before and grinned broadly. "Red, love, so nice to see you," he said in a booming voice. Ginny suppressed the shiver running up her spine.
"Well I wish I could say the same for you," Ginny retorted and turned a page in her book, pretending to read it. Truthfully however, she did not take in one word. She was still painfully aware that Draco was standing in the room, staring straight at her.
"Always so hostile around me," Miles said, shaking his head and clicking his tongue.
"Perhaps because you nearly mauled her in front of the school a few weeks ago?" Draco drawled, looking still at Ginny.
There was a soft chuckle, Miles, and Ginny looked up to see him shaking his head. "I told you it was only a bit of fun. I didn't hurt her," he replied lightly.
Ginny sighed, realizing that she would never get anything accomplished in the presence of three Slytherin boys. She began to gather her books and throw them into her bag without care of their order or neatness.
"Leaving us already, Red?" Miles asked with a leering smile. Ginny looked up at him disgustedly.
"So sorry to disappoint," she replied calmly. "But I have better things to do."
Miles smirked at her. "I can think of a few things you could be doing right now," he said suggestively.
Ginny nearly gagged. "And on that note, I'll take my leave of you," she replied with a revolted look on her face as she crossed over to Hermione's bedroom and promptly closed the door in their faces.
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Nearly thirty minutes later Ginny grew tired of the small bedroom she was sitting in. The noise on the other side of the door had subsided, so she decided to brave going through the tiny room to get out and go back to her own dorm. When she opened the door, Draco was sitting alone on the couch. He looked up when she walked in, a smirk taking hold of his face.
Ginny took no notice and walked toward the door anyway. However, just as she was reaching for the door handle, his voice stopped her.
"So you've been avoiding me, huh?" he asked amusedly. She turned to look at him, her hand still idle on the doorknob.
"I haven't been avoiding you, Malfoy," Ginny replied placidly. "Why on earth would I go through the trouble to avoid you? It's not as if we spend mass amounts of time together."
Draco looked amused. "You seem awfully defensive for someone who isn't avoiding me," he replied simply. Something in her arousal on the topic made him want to grin.
"Again I ask you, why would I possibly avoid you?" Ginny asked irritatedly. "I hate you, remember?"
"I don't think you hate me, Weasley," he replied, still calm, that obnoxious smirk taunting her.
She stayed quiet and gave him a challenging look. "And why would you think that, Malfoy," she asked, cocking one eyebrow higher than the other.
"Well Weasley, you are telling me that you hate me," Draco replied. "But I think the simple fact that you kissed me would prove otherwise."
Ginny's face heated and began to color red. "I did not kiss you," she replied indignantly. She began to notice perspiration gathering on the doorknob, beneath her skin.
A look of surprise and mixed amusement crossed over Draco's face. He leaned backwards and crossed his arms over his chest arrogantly, much to Ginny's displeasure. "Didn't you?" he asked. "Then what, pray tell, do you propose happened earlier this week?"
"You kissed me," Ginny replied simply, removing her hand from the door and crossing her arms as well. Draco could not help but notice the way this action caused her breasts to push together, creating a pleasant curve just in view under her button up uniform shirt.
"Oh, did I?" he asked, not breaking the eye contact.
Ginny squirmed unnoticeably. "Yes," she replied decidedly. "Although why you did it I have absolutely no idea."
"Don't you?" Draco asked cryptically. Ginny growled back at him.
"Stop doing that!" she nearly shouted. His arrogant calmness was wearing on her nerves and it was quite – well, unnerving.
"Doing what?" he asked in a still calm, curious voice. His head tip slightly to the side and Ginny couldn't help but notice the graceful way his hair fair to the side, swooshing with each move he made.
"You keep asking me questions in response to whatever I say," she replied, frustrated. "It is quite annoying."
"Quite annoying," he said back at her in a flat voice. "Huh."
"Yes," Ginny replied, still staring straight at him. "Quite annoying."
"Huh," he replied again, sitting back as if he were contemplating something. He lifted a hand to stroke his chin, almost as if he were mocking her.
She groaned again. "Whatever Malfoy," she said tiredly. "I want to leave. So if you have anything else to say, dear Merlin say it now."
Draco smirked back at her, his cocky expression returning in full throttle. "Just admit that you kissed me," he said. "And that you enjoyed it."
"We went over this already. I did not kiss you. And I did not enjoy it when you kissed me," she replied smartly. "I don't need you."
He shrugged, examining his fingernails as if he could care less about the situation. Inside he was becoming frustrated with himself and the conversation at hand. She had been so inviting earlier in the week, so what had gone wrong? Perhaps it was Potter, still standing in the way. But what could he do? Try. Yes, he would have to keep trying. And that's all he could do. For now at least.
"You may not need me," Draco conceded and looked back up at her. "But you want me."
Ginny rolled her eyes and smacked her hand back on the doorknob, nearly slipping her grip with the thin coat of sweat still on her hands. And with unusual consistency and she opened the door, stepped out of the room and slammed it behind her, leaving Draco Malfoy behind.
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"Kenneth! Move faster toward the Snitch! If we want to beat the Slytherins next week than you are going to have to work harder than that!" Ginny barked across the field as a dark blur slowed, revealing a person on a broom.
Kenneth groaned. "Ginny come on, we've been at this for hours. Can't we go inside yet?" he asked.
"No!" Ginny shouted back at him. "We have to get our plays down and you have to be able to catch the Snitch faster than Malfoy! If we want the cup this year, we have to win every game. And we are doing good so far, but Ravenclaw gave us a good run for our money. We can't take chances!"
With another grumble, Kenneth shot off in search of the Snitch and Ginny turned her attention toward the Chasers, who were hovering in a circle near the Keepers hoops, talking to Victoria.
"Dean! Natalie! Stop talking and start working on your passing!" she yelled at them, fully aware that her cheeks were beet red from the sun and screaming. "Victoria needs practice guarding her right goal!"
The three who were congregated rolled their eyes and mumbled under their breath, unsure why Ginny was so determined to make them miss every meal of the day and work their bums off like never before. Reluctantly however, they began to pass anyway.
When she looked around, Ginny was pleased to find that Colin and Ritchie were making a great game and smacking the Bludgers around to try and hit Kenneth, narrowly missing on many occasions.
Finally Victoria had had enough. She flew over with a miffed expression settled on her eyes and stopped right in front of Ginny.
"Gin, we've had enough," she started, sternly but kindly. "We are all tired and hungry and we're ready to stop for today."
"Victoria, we have to keep working," Ginny insisted. "There's no way we are going to be ready for the match against Slytherin. Not at this rate."
Victoria sighed. "We're as ready as we're going to be," she said. "Everyone is too tired and someone is going to get hurt the way Colin and Coote are slinging their bats around."
With one last look around, Ginny sighed in defeat. "All right," she said and then raised her voice to a shout. "Everyone get to the showers! You smell awful!"
"Thanks Ginny," Victoria replied with a smile and everyone swarmed to the ground, making a dash for the bathrooms. Ginny nodded at her retreating figure and began to descend herself, wondering how in the world they would match against Slytherin, when it was only one week away.
And then her thoughts narrowed to a specific Slytherin and she cursed herself inside. Come on Ginny, she scolded herself. Get a grip. It's only Malfoy.
Yes, only Malfoy indeed.
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Ah! I'm so sorry it took me so long to get this chapter out! I was surprisingly busy over Christmas break and it was really hard to get this out.
What do you think of the Draco/Ginny interaction? Too much? Too fast? Tell me what you think! I plan to have more Blaise/Maggie in the next chapter. And maybe a nice chat with Lucius.
So next Tuesday is my birthday! I'll be sixteen. How fun, right? I haven't even gotten my drivers permit yet. Haha.
Anyway, thanks to everyone for being so patient. And to those who reviewed my last chapter:
Countess Calliope –Lol Harry is just a big fat pasty weirdo. You know it's true deep inside, and maybe one day you will admit it to yourself and turn your full attention toward the lovely Malfoy who deserves it. I'm not sure when Harry will be back, but I assume it will be interesting!
QueenBee11 – Yes, yes I know it was a very brief kiss! But I meant for it to be that way. Believe me, when it comes again it will be more explanatory than this. I thought this might give a bit of mystery, hm?
MeggyandHaku – Ahh! This wasn't really fast but I hope you liked it.
The Kookie – Let the romance begin, huh? Not quite! Lol yes I love Blaise. I wish I could write him better, but I'm going to do my best. I'm hoping to add more to him later. He'll be a bit bigger in the plot than he is now…
Babiiee-Z – Yeah I agree. Harry is a boring old fart and Draco is much more preferable and sexy. So this is kind of walking away, but not exactly the one you predicted. What do you think?
missMANNEQUINx – Yeah now that I think about it, it is a bit Gilmorish.
polite-punk-rocker831 – You think he's lying do you? Well, we shall see!
Elanor Ainu – Mmm. Muffins and hot chocolate! I would prefer some coffee, but you know, to each his own. And I love fuzzy socks in the winter. Absolutely wonderful.
As for Draco. It's going up for debate as to whether he HAS a heart. I hope so.
sweetvanillalover – Oh that's perfectly all right, though I did miss your review. I'm not sure what Draco is doing but he needs to get himself under control! Bad Draco.
WishfulWhispers – Well I hope it isn't too cliché. I'm seriously debating just mass murdering everyone to make it a unique story. But where would the fun be in that?
edwardluver925 – Yay! Thanks!
xxxfire-feariexxx – Heat up, cool down. Hopefully there will be another heat up soon!
Thanks again to everyone who reviewed, added me to their alert lists or added me to their favorite lists. I'm hoping to break 100 reviews with this chapter! Please let me know what you think.
Sincerely,
Your soon to be sixteen Lady Cardea