This story was supposed to be a song fic of Fallen by Sarah McLaughlan. I
started it and then realized that I didn't want to continue it. You don't
have to keep up the songfic thing, and you can even name it whatever you
wish!
~Adela H
The grass was moist beneath our bodies. I could tell from the way Ginny was breathing that she was asleep. I couldn't believe she dragged me all the way out here to watch the sun rise and she fell asleep. Instead of waking her I turned over on my side and stared at her features. Her complexion looked like the petal of a white rose and glowed like the moon. It was amazing that I was inches away from such beauty, so natural and untainted by makeup-well, her lips were unusually red.
"If I don't wear lipstick I'll look like a ghost!" Ginny had told me once.
I gave a soft chuckle as I remembered that moment. That was right after our first kiss. We were both in the library studying in the back. She was intent upon her herbology homework and I was intent on memorizing her face. She looked up to ask a question then looked strangely at me.
"Are you listening?" She asked snapping her fingers in front of my face.
"Huh?---What? Oh, yeah, I'm listening."
"Then what did I just say?" She asked triumphantly, knowing I wouldn't be able to answer.
"You were saying how you'd love to go with me into Hogsmeade next weekend." I smiled watching her face blush.
"I did not!" She said hotly.
"Of course you were. You also said that we could take a stroll through St. Patrick's square and-"
"Malfoy, don't think for a minute that I'd be seen with you in St. Patrick's square. Only couples go there! Why, if Ron were to see me there I don't know what he'd d-"
Before she could finish her sentence I stood and leaned over the table and caught her lips in mine. I couldn't help it. The feature that had held my attention for the past hour was calling to me. I was no longer satisfied with just staring and wondering what it would feel like. I had to see for myself. And I did. I kissed her.
The kiss lasted no longer than a few seconds, but those few seconds stretched on to eternity. Her lips were the softest I had ever kissed. It was almost as if every other girl in the world had dropped away and they didn't count any more. It was only Ginny. I ended the kiss as those thoughts crept into my mind and before I could contemplate them further I saw her reaction.
"You!.you!." Then she began to laugh. And not just a few haha's, but uncontrollably.
"What?" I turned around to make sure no one had caught that on film, but the only people in the library were yards away studying themselves. "What is it?"
She pointed towards me and hurriedly I pulled a pocket-sized mirror from my bag and studied my face. Ah, I thought, so that's why she's laughing. Covering my mouth were red smears from her lipstick.
"I thought you didn't wear makeup." I said as I began to rub off the evidence.
"I only wear lipstick." She said beginning to come to her senses. "Besides, if I don't ware lipstick I'll look like a ghost."
~*~*~
I probably should have stayed away from her after that. I was an expert at foreshadowing. I loved to read mystery and horror books and my favorite past time was to predict the end of the book from all the foreshadowing. I was more or less correct in all my assumptions, but why I didn't see it in my own life is still a mystery to me.
Perhaps I should go to the beginning. Yes, I think that would be a good place to start.
I used to think I had it all. And in some ways I did. I had money, prestige, a place in the best wizarding society. My name commanded respect wherever I went and all because of a few ancestors a long time ago whom I'll never know. I never once questioned it. I always thought I deserved it. Some foolish notion I had harbored since I was young that my parents encouraged. I never really questioned it, I only accepted it as if there was nothing I could do to change it.
Then one day I saw her and I knew I had to have her. And when anyone in my family wants something it's not a matter of if we can get it. It's only a matter of how much it will take before it's ours.
I had seen her before, of course. Any Weasley isn't too hard to miss or recognize. But that day was different. She was just so.different. Her hair was no longer a rusty copper, but more the shade of a sunset. And it was long and silky. I would bet half my inheritance that I wasn't the only guy that day wondering what those tresses felt like. And she no longer looked like some gawky little girl, but she was tall and slim. Of course she still walked with her arms crossed around her now blossoming front. Who would have thought that seventeen would bring such a growth spurt? I didn't care if I was staring, everyone else was staring as well.
It had happened before, Ginny wasn't the first girl I had seen and wanted. There were only about half a dozen girls that I had wanted so much I was willing to stake everything on getting them. And after I had them I no longer cared. Much like a discarded trophy or award. It's no longer worth winning once you have it. And it wasn't hard to win those girls over. All I had to do was flash some pricey piece of jewelry or exotic bouquet of flowers and recite some centuries old poetry and that was it.
My first mistake, of course, was thinking she was just like every other girl.
~Adela H
The grass was moist beneath our bodies. I could tell from the way Ginny was breathing that she was asleep. I couldn't believe she dragged me all the way out here to watch the sun rise and she fell asleep. Instead of waking her I turned over on my side and stared at her features. Her complexion looked like the petal of a white rose and glowed like the moon. It was amazing that I was inches away from such beauty, so natural and untainted by makeup-well, her lips were unusually red.
"If I don't wear lipstick I'll look like a ghost!" Ginny had told me once.
I gave a soft chuckle as I remembered that moment. That was right after our first kiss. We were both in the library studying in the back. She was intent upon her herbology homework and I was intent on memorizing her face. She looked up to ask a question then looked strangely at me.
"Are you listening?" She asked snapping her fingers in front of my face.
"Huh?---What? Oh, yeah, I'm listening."
"Then what did I just say?" She asked triumphantly, knowing I wouldn't be able to answer.
"You were saying how you'd love to go with me into Hogsmeade next weekend." I smiled watching her face blush.
"I did not!" She said hotly.
"Of course you were. You also said that we could take a stroll through St. Patrick's square and-"
"Malfoy, don't think for a minute that I'd be seen with you in St. Patrick's square. Only couples go there! Why, if Ron were to see me there I don't know what he'd d-"
Before she could finish her sentence I stood and leaned over the table and caught her lips in mine. I couldn't help it. The feature that had held my attention for the past hour was calling to me. I was no longer satisfied with just staring and wondering what it would feel like. I had to see for myself. And I did. I kissed her.
The kiss lasted no longer than a few seconds, but those few seconds stretched on to eternity. Her lips were the softest I had ever kissed. It was almost as if every other girl in the world had dropped away and they didn't count any more. It was only Ginny. I ended the kiss as those thoughts crept into my mind and before I could contemplate them further I saw her reaction.
"You!.you!." Then she began to laugh. And not just a few haha's, but uncontrollably.
"What?" I turned around to make sure no one had caught that on film, but the only people in the library were yards away studying themselves. "What is it?"
She pointed towards me and hurriedly I pulled a pocket-sized mirror from my bag and studied my face. Ah, I thought, so that's why she's laughing. Covering my mouth were red smears from her lipstick.
"I thought you didn't wear makeup." I said as I began to rub off the evidence.
"I only wear lipstick." She said beginning to come to her senses. "Besides, if I don't ware lipstick I'll look like a ghost."
~*~*~
I probably should have stayed away from her after that. I was an expert at foreshadowing. I loved to read mystery and horror books and my favorite past time was to predict the end of the book from all the foreshadowing. I was more or less correct in all my assumptions, but why I didn't see it in my own life is still a mystery to me.
Perhaps I should go to the beginning. Yes, I think that would be a good place to start.
I used to think I had it all. And in some ways I did. I had money, prestige, a place in the best wizarding society. My name commanded respect wherever I went and all because of a few ancestors a long time ago whom I'll never know. I never once questioned it. I always thought I deserved it. Some foolish notion I had harbored since I was young that my parents encouraged. I never really questioned it, I only accepted it as if there was nothing I could do to change it.
Then one day I saw her and I knew I had to have her. And when anyone in my family wants something it's not a matter of if we can get it. It's only a matter of how much it will take before it's ours.
I had seen her before, of course. Any Weasley isn't too hard to miss or recognize. But that day was different. She was just so.different. Her hair was no longer a rusty copper, but more the shade of a sunset. And it was long and silky. I would bet half my inheritance that I wasn't the only guy that day wondering what those tresses felt like. And she no longer looked like some gawky little girl, but she was tall and slim. Of course she still walked with her arms crossed around her now blossoming front. Who would have thought that seventeen would bring such a growth spurt? I didn't care if I was staring, everyone else was staring as well.
It had happened before, Ginny wasn't the first girl I had seen and wanted. There were only about half a dozen girls that I had wanted so much I was willing to stake everything on getting them. And after I had them I no longer cared. Much like a discarded trophy or award. It's no longer worth winning once you have it. And it wasn't hard to win those girls over. All I had to do was flash some pricey piece of jewelry or exotic bouquet of flowers and recite some centuries old poetry and that was it.
My first mistake, of course, was thinking she was just like every other girl.