They were kissing, a bundle of limbs and lips on the plush bed of the safe room. Shifting locks of blonde hair would occasionally brush at the skin of her face as he moved to kiss at her neck and jaw, her eyes closed and her fingers fisted in the back of his robes.
She couldn't fight the moan that bubbled up from her throat and he couldn't quite find a reason to stop himself from slipping between her thighs to situate her body just so. They were still clothed, it wasn't as if he was taking advantage of the girl- no matter how badly he may want to.
"Luc…" Ginny gasped, her small hands were digging into his back and he groaned at the sharp sensation, the way she arched her body into his.
Those lovely brown eyes popped open and caught him in her gaze, stopping their rather intense snogging session with only a look. She still grasped him, her wide eyes on his face, her breaths were pants that caressed his lips and made him want to kiss her again, and again.
"I do not want this to go to your head, Ginevra, but you are quite possibly the most beautiful witch I have ever seen." And it was true, her petite nose, large brown eyes framed by thick lashes, the smattering of freckles that decorated her skin and that beautiful red hair. She was gorgeous.
She shook her head at his smirk, her fingers coming up to caress his hair, something he would typically be loathe to allow. Her fingers were soft though, and fluttered across his scalp and through the long locks so softly it was almost as if they weren't there. The admiration in her eyes was something he'd never seen directed at him.
He'd seen fear, he'd seen angry and hatred, he'd seen mock respect, and when his son had been a small child he'd seen love.
Before the Malfoy expectations had stolen that from him as well. But this admiration, the way she stared up at him with mischievous eyes sparkling he felt his typically dead heart give a thud.
"Can I tell you something?" She asked, tilting her head. He thought to move but with her fingers in his hair and her thighs on either side of his hips, her knees bent and angling her just so she was against him he was hard pressed to follow through on the thought. She was a warmth, a burning ember in an otherwise cold world and he wanted to stay nearer her heat.
"Nothing has stopped you yet." He cocked a blonde eyebrow and she gave a sharp laugh, her eyes rolling before she wet her lips. Her fingers trembled in his hair, holding him still.
No, he definitely wouldn't be moving away anytime soon, not until he had to.
"I think that you have it in you to be a very good man, a fantastic wizard, I'm so sorry that no one ever encouraged you to be that man. I have more faith in you than should be possible, considering you planned to kill my best friend, and I just really think you should know that." He was staring at her with wide grey eyes, he could feel them near bugging out of his head and she brought one hand around to caress a sharp jawline.
Ginny's papa had taught her to see the good in everyone, and everything she could, on top of that he'd raised her to tell people when she saw the good in them.
"If you don't tell them, how will they ever see what you see?" He'd posed the question when she'd asked him why he was telling someone she thought to be quite wicked that they had done a good job. He'd always encouraged them, played on their positive qualities and uplifted his family.
It was easy for the words to come from her, easy for her to tell the man looming above her what she thought.
Apparently it was not however easy for him to hear because he was stalk still, his grey eyes wide and shocked as she stroked his jaw.
"Why would you say something like that?" He squinted, looking down at the witch who still held him, not letting up on the pressure just in case he did decide to move. He was caught somewhere between disbelief and absolute elation.
What was he doing? He couldn't do this, not with this witch, not in this lifetime! It was wrong, wrong on so many levels.
He tried to pull away and she hooked her legs around his hips, shaking her head and messing her red hair around her face.
"Don't run away, okay?" She gave him a stern look, one he'd not been faced with in quite some time from her and he cleared his throat, a soft nod. She looked pleased and unhooked one leg from his back, the other slid to wrap around his thigh.
"I never thought I would say this but you are too good for me. This isn't right." He managed to finally get out, not struggling but wanting to with every rioting nerve in his body. He needed to get away from her, she was too sweet, too good.
She was his equal in so many ways, like a better fashioned counterpart. He couldn't ruin her, he couldn't give up his views for her.
What could he do?
"Um, I'm almost certain it's my decision who is good enough for me and who isn't." She cocked a red eyebrow, the hand that held the back of his head slipping down to hold his neck, the hand on his jaw hooking around his neck as well. He was tense, his muscles coiled with want to escape.
"Despite what every one of my brothers, and you seem to think I know what I'm doing. I'm an adult by all rights and perfectly capable of making my own decisions." Her voice was low, not shrill as he was accustomed to when women grew upset.
He was realizing he was out of his depth, outside of the world he understood and in a place, with a person that he couldn't begin to understand.
"You are making a poor decision then." He argued, silvery eyes flashed as she pulled both eyebrows to her hairline. Her hands left his neck, her leg fell to the side and she stared up at him flatly.
"If you didn't want me, you shouldn't have kissed me. If you can't- just for a second- but behind your pure blood, rich born, selfish prat bullshit and see for even a second what I know I see in you then you can go. Right. Now." She turned her head to the side, he was still propped above her.
This was his out, he could go now, but he had a feeling he wouldn't be welcomed back warmly should he change his mind.
He could stay, but what would that achieve?
Heaving a breath he pulled himself from the bed, feeling her eyes on his back as he left the room, leaving the fiery redhead staring at a closed door.
Ginny wasn't quite sure what to do, she'd tried, hadn't she? Maybe he was right, maybe she was too good for him.
Especially if he was going to be a coward simply to avoid a change she knew he was more than capable of making.