Legend
Chapter VI: Practise
by Marie McKinnon
"Before I start to help you," Ginny said coolly, "I'd like to clarify a few things. You
remember a few weeks ago when I believe you said something to Potter and he attempted to--ahem, and I bloodied his lip?"
"I remember." Draco looked her right in the eyes, recollecting the incident with pleasure.
What his worst enemy had done still angered him, but the look on Potter's face when she'd
punched him had been worth the fury. His subconscious dwelled on something of the same
subject, marvelling at her beauty and hoping with every fibre of his being that he would have a
chance to touch her skin during the lesson.
"Good. You also remember what he was doing to me?"
Darkness passed over his features. "Yes," he growled. Potter nuzzling and kissing the
angel standing in front of him was too much to bear, especially because he wished it had been the
other way around, that he could have kissed her neck, then her chin, and put his lips, feather-light, over hers while holding her tightly.
"Then I'm sure you will understand that my reaction will be only slightly less severe if
you attempt the same thing. Less severe because he'd done the same sort of thing before and I
had already warned him. It just might not draw blood. Understood?"
He nodded in agreement, though he had no notion of keeping away from her. She was
just so blessed gorgeous that he didn't think he'd be able to stop himself from touching her even
if she were in America.
"All right. Professor Finmore asked me to coach you in fitness, but I think self-defense is
more important. Well, it is for me, at any rate." She smiled to herself and remembered the many
recent incidents where her honour had been saved by a well-aimed punch or kick. "I think I'll
just throw you around for a bit, then, shall I?"
"I doubt you can," he said. "You're how much smaller than I am? And I can be very
determined." He grinned and raised his eyebrows at the double entendre this presented.
"I'm sure. I'd like you to remember that I did throw Harry, who's your size, if not a bit
taller. Just for the sake of proving I can, you can try not to go flying." She beckoned him
forwards so he could put his arms around her waist. Being very cheeky, he put his hands
somewhat south of that. "My waist, not my a**, Malfoy," she said. He made that adjustment
reluctantly, dragging his fingers along her hips and pulling her very close. They just stood that
way for a moment or so. Draco savored the burning he felt all over his front from where he
pulled her in more tightly and the shivers spreading up and down his spine from the possibilities.
He could bury his face in her tawny hair and forget about the rest of the world, move the silky
mass aside and kiss that elegant neck for eternity, trace her outline with a scorching finger,
seduce her in some way that would be purely physical, drawl out compliments and pray that his
confidence in himself would attract her attention, or, lastly, the one he was fighting himself most
about, whip her around and claim her lips as his own. Still contemplating the best action to take,
he suddenly found himself combatting a reversal of ground and sky and then the ground itself.
"Ouch," he said breathlessly.
"As you can see, I'm quite capable of flipping you over." Ginny extended a hand to pull
him up and ordered "Up. Now." He grabbed her hand and found himself flying again. The
wind whistled in his ears as he neared the grassy turf again.
THUD
"Just thought I'd reimburse you for that supposedly 'oh so irresistable' game you were
playing with me. Next time you feel the urge to touch me like that, I suggest you either tell me
so or bury it. Correction. Either bury it or leave."
Then I'd never be able come back, he thought. I'd have to keep leaving. Draco snapped
back to rapt attention as she explained how to throw someone. When it came to practise, he
made many mistakes. The first time he tried he didn't get enough leverage and fell over while
his coach still stood. Next he made the fatal mistake of falling down while he ducked so she
could pass over his head without danger of a concussion. He needn't have worried, as she didn't
even get off the ground.
"Last time. Don't forget to shove with all your strength and push up and back. Then
duck."
He stepped into her hold with pleasure. Everything went well until the final step-- the
release. She landed on her back, with ( as must always happen in this type of story) him on top
of her. White-blond bangs tickled her forehead and the force of his landing knocked her breath
away. She shivered as she realized that she was completely trapped under his weight. He
grinned. Just like him, she thought furiously. Make that sort of mistake and then smile about it.
What she said aloud was slightly different. "I think you forgot the release. That *will*
help if you don't want to be in the same position as your attacker."
His eyes danced. This was exactly the sort of predicament he'd been hoping for. He was
much heavier than she was, and, here his heart soared, he was *on top of her*! Now he could put
his plans into use. It didn't work.
"Would you believe me if I said I made that mistake just because I knew I'd end up on
top of you?"
"Yes," she said. "I wouldn't doubt it for a moment." Ginny prepared to push him off,
but when she tilted her head back and looked up at his face, she couldn't continue. His metallic
eyes and strong features captivated her. She'd just noticed his face, with its chiseled features and
rakish bangs falling over his forehead. It was so powerful, so unafraid of anything she could do
in retaliation, that hitting him wouldn't have the same vindictive pleasure that it usually did. His
mouth was slack, poised, and she found herself waiting for its forceful impact on her own. It
never came, and she tried to pull her focus away from his eyes. She couldn't, but she'd seen the
rest of him, mostly because it had seemed permanently imprinted on her back for the few
moments she'd taken to gain suspense for the throw.
His plans stopped as he took a good look at her face. She looked anything but frightened;
her features were soft and relaxed, as though she was preparing to rest or go to sleep. Ruddiness
from the exercise tinged her cheeks pale pink, the same delicate shade as her lips. They were
half open, and the more lusty part of him yearned to slip his tongue in between them for a long,
passionate kiss. But he didn't. Instead, he looked into the clear, brown eyes gazing into his.
Depth, that was what they had that made her look so special and intelligent. Her lengthy black
eyelashes flickered to show that she was still there. Had he been able to look farther than her
eyes, he would have seen her breathing hard. Either that or he would have noticed the tumble of
blazing curls against the green grass.
After a few moments he relented and stood up. A hand stretched out as an offering to
pull her up. He thought for a second that she might actually accept his help, but the grace she'd
demonstrated in the beginning of the year hadn't vanished. Instead of standing, she unfolded in a
manner so easy and relaxed that it put his poise and composure to shame.
"Don't forget to practise," she said, catching her breath. Before he could reply she ran off
to the stairs, leaving Draco staring, mouth open, at the swishing red ponytail and retreating back.
Disclaimer: Hee hee hee. Malfoy has fallen, but will she catch him? I'd hate to be
around to hear the impact if she didn't. Anyway, not mine, J.K's. Next: Ginny's got loads of
questions, and is so overwhelmed she falls asleep. No, BloodRedInk, not with anyone, but
Draco or Harry's hormones could get out of hand later in the story. I use the term 'later' very
loosely, as I'm writing the 14th chapter now and she's not dating anyone.
Chapter VI: Practise
by Marie McKinnon
"Before I start to help you," Ginny said coolly, "I'd like to clarify a few things. You
remember a few weeks ago when I believe you said something to Potter and he attempted to--ahem, and I bloodied his lip?"
"I remember." Draco looked her right in the eyes, recollecting the incident with pleasure.
What his worst enemy had done still angered him, but the look on Potter's face when she'd
punched him had been worth the fury. His subconscious dwelled on something of the same
subject, marvelling at her beauty and hoping with every fibre of his being that he would have a
chance to touch her skin during the lesson.
"Good. You also remember what he was doing to me?"
Darkness passed over his features. "Yes," he growled. Potter nuzzling and kissing the
angel standing in front of him was too much to bear, especially because he wished it had been the
other way around, that he could have kissed her neck, then her chin, and put his lips, feather-light, over hers while holding her tightly.
"Then I'm sure you will understand that my reaction will be only slightly less severe if
you attempt the same thing. Less severe because he'd done the same sort of thing before and I
had already warned him. It just might not draw blood. Understood?"
He nodded in agreement, though he had no notion of keeping away from her. She was
just so blessed gorgeous that he didn't think he'd be able to stop himself from touching her even
if she were in America.
"All right. Professor Finmore asked me to coach you in fitness, but I think self-defense is
more important. Well, it is for me, at any rate." She smiled to herself and remembered the many
recent incidents where her honour had been saved by a well-aimed punch or kick. "I think I'll
just throw you around for a bit, then, shall I?"
"I doubt you can," he said. "You're how much smaller than I am? And I can be very
determined." He grinned and raised his eyebrows at the double entendre this presented.
"I'm sure. I'd like you to remember that I did throw Harry, who's your size, if not a bit
taller. Just for the sake of proving I can, you can try not to go flying." She beckoned him
forwards so he could put his arms around her waist. Being very cheeky, he put his hands
somewhat south of that. "My waist, not my a**, Malfoy," she said. He made that adjustment
reluctantly, dragging his fingers along her hips and pulling her very close. They just stood that
way for a moment or so. Draco savored the burning he felt all over his front from where he
pulled her in more tightly and the shivers spreading up and down his spine from the possibilities.
He could bury his face in her tawny hair and forget about the rest of the world, move the silky
mass aside and kiss that elegant neck for eternity, trace her outline with a scorching finger,
seduce her in some way that would be purely physical, drawl out compliments and pray that his
confidence in himself would attract her attention, or, lastly, the one he was fighting himself most
about, whip her around and claim her lips as his own. Still contemplating the best action to take,
he suddenly found himself combatting a reversal of ground and sky and then the ground itself.
"Ouch," he said breathlessly.
"As you can see, I'm quite capable of flipping you over." Ginny extended a hand to pull
him up and ordered "Up. Now." He grabbed her hand and found himself flying again. The
wind whistled in his ears as he neared the grassy turf again.
THUD
"Just thought I'd reimburse you for that supposedly 'oh so irresistable' game you were
playing with me. Next time you feel the urge to touch me like that, I suggest you either tell me
so or bury it. Correction. Either bury it or leave."
Then I'd never be able come back, he thought. I'd have to keep leaving. Draco snapped
back to rapt attention as she explained how to throw someone. When it came to practise, he
made many mistakes. The first time he tried he didn't get enough leverage and fell over while
his coach still stood. Next he made the fatal mistake of falling down while he ducked so she
could pass over his head without danger of a concussion. He needn't have worried, as she didn't
even get off the ground.
"Last time. Don't forget to shove with all your strength and push up and back. Then
duck."
He stepped into her hold with pleasure. Everything went well until the final step-- the
release. She landed on her back, with ( as must always happen in this type of story) him on top
of her. White-blond bangs tickled her forehead and the force of his landing knocked her breath
away. She shivered as she realized that she was completely trapped under his weight. He
grinned. Just like him, she thought furiously. Make that sort of mistake and then smile about it.
What she said aloud was slightly different. "I think you forgot the release. That *will*
help if you don't want to be in the same position as your attacker."
His eyes danced. This was exactly the sort of predicament he'd been hoping for. He was
much heavier than she was, and, here his heart soared, he was *on top of her*! Now he could put
his plans into use. It didn't work.
"Would you believe me if I said I made that mistake just because I knew I'd end up on
top of you?"
"Yes," she said. "I wouldn't doubt it for a moment." Ginny prepared to push him off,
but when she tilted her head back and looked up at his face, she couldn't continue. His metallic
eyes and strong features captivated her. She'd just noticed his face, with its chiseled features and
rakish bangs falling over his forehead. It was so powerful, so unafraid of anything she could do
in retaliation, that hitting him wouldn't have the same vindictive pleasure that it usually did. His
mouth was slack, poised, and she found herself waiting for its forceful impact on her own. It
never came, and she tried to pull her focus away from his eyes. She couldn't, but she'd seen the
rest of him, mostly because it had seemed permanently imprinted on her back for the few
moments she'd taken to gain suspense for the throw.
His plans stopped as he took a good look at her face. She looked anything but frightened;
her features were soft and relaxed, as though she was preparing to rest or go to sleep. Ruddiness
from the exercise tinged her cheeks pale pink, the same delicate shade as her lips. They were
half open, and the more lusty part of him yearned to slip his tongue in between them for a long,
passionate kiss. But he didn't. Instead, he looked into the clear, brown eyes gazing into his.
Depth, that was what they had that made her look so special and intelligent. Her lengthy black
eyelashes flickered to show that she was still there. Had he been able to look farther than her
eyes, he would have seen her breathing hard. Either that or he would have noticed the tumble of
blazing curls against the green grass.
After a few moments he relented and stood up. A hand stretched out as an offering to
pull her up. He thought for a second that she might actually accept his help, but the grace she'd
demonstrated in the beginning of the year hadn't vanished. Instead of standing, she unfolded in a
manner so easy and relaxed that it put his poise and composure to shame.
"Don't forget to practise," she said, catching her breath. Before he could reply she ran off
to the stairs, leaving Draco staring, mouth open, at the swishing red ponytail and retreating back.
Disclaimer: Hee hee hee. Malfoy has fallen, but will she catch him? I'd hate to be
around to hear the impact if she didn't. Anyway, not mine, J.K's. Next: Ginny's got loads of
questions, and is so overwhelmed she falls asleep. No, BloodRedInk, not with anyone, but
Draco or Harry's hormones could get out of hand later in the story. I use the term 'later' very
loosely, as I'm writing the 14th chapter now and she's not dating anyone.