A/N: Sorry 'bout how late this is, but My internet service was cut off for a while. Anyway, in this chapter, you will learn what the major change will be... that is, unless you have the intelligence of a throw rug; in which case, you should go buy some Ginko. Now.
Chapter 6: Wouldn't Be Nice to Be Proud?
Ginny woke in the infirmary. The white ceilings and walls were dim, so she guessed that it was night. Her abdomen burned as she sat up slowly. For a moment she was very confused. And, as if it might help her remember, she closed her eyes. As soon as she did, though, the memories came flooding back, nearly drowning her.
First she remembered the blinding pain, then the feeling of emptiness and loss. Except, when she opened her eyes, the loss didn't go away. She tried thinking of Harry, but even thoughts of his love couldn't fill the void, and silent tears slid down her cheeks.
Suddenly she heard a movement beside her and turned to look, hoping it was Harry. Suffice to say that she was severely shocked to see Draco Malfoy sprawled in a chair to the right of her bed, staring at her. Strands of hair fell over his eyes, shadowing his face from the candlelight. He sported torn jeans, and a faded black tank top that showed off his pale, muscled arms. Ginny was too upset to stop crying, and too momentarily flustered to talk. After a rather akward scilence, she finally managed to open her mouth and make sound come out.
"Wha... what a-are you doing here?" Her voice was raspy and barely above a whisper. Draco sat up, and, taking something from the floor, held it out to her, saying quietly, "I got your books. You left them at the table at dinner. Nobody seemed to notice you'd left them." His mouth twitched into a half smile. 'He's cute,' Ginny thought, and immediately berated herself for it. As she reached out to take the books, their fingers touched, and an electric shock shot up her arm. She jumped back, and the books fell onto the bed. Draco smiled, and laughed softly.
"Why, Litle weasle," he asked as he leaned forward slightly, "are you afraid of me?"
"N-no," Ginny replied as she gathered up her books and placed them on the bedside table to her right. Draco then leaned even closer, and reached out to touch Ginny's hair, which seemed to him like a rippling sea of fire in the saoft glow of the candle. Ginny didn't move. Her heart was pounding so hard that she thought it would rip through her chest. Draco leaned even farther in, and was almost to her lips, when he stopped.
For a reason he'd rather not admit, it seemed he just couldn't bring himself to finish what he'd started. Then, for reasons neither of them yet knew, Ginny leaned in and kissed him. This was no run-of-the-mill, namby-pamby peck on the cheek; oh no, this was full frontal snogging.
Draco revelled in the feel of her soft lips, and the contrasting roughness of her tongue as she ran it over his own. She didn't know why, but she wanted more. Even just by minimal contact with him, she felt re-fueled; like he was filling her up. So, she slowly, gently pulled him down on top of her. The feelings of his hands in her hair and on her face were electrical jolts that pulsed through her body and into the very core of her being. Draco couldn't seem to get enough of her. He wanted to touch her everywhere. He wanted every part of her all at once.
The need for oxygen broke their passionate embrace, and they started to think clearly again. 'Wow." was all Ginny could think for a few moments. Then Harry suddenly popped into her thoughts. 'What have I done?' she thought, looking into the pools of silver that were Draco's eyes.
"Now..." she said, trying desperately to regain some of her composure, "now I'm afraid of you."
A/N: So, do ya hate me yet? If I get flames, then your just indulging my pyromania. Anyway, tell me what ya think. I'm kinda lost for ideas at the moment. If you have suggestions, e-mail me at rockerbaby945@yahoo.com.
Chapter 6: Wouldn't Be Nice to Be Proud?
Ginny woke in the infirmary. The white ceilings and walls were dim, so she guessed that it was night. Her abdomen burned as she sat up slowly. For a moment she was very confused. And, as if it might help her remember, she closed her eyes. As soon as she did, though, the memories came flooding back, nearly drowning her.
First she remembered the blinding pain, then the feeling of emptiness and loss. Except, when she opened her eyes, the loss didn't go away. She tried thinking of Harry, but even thoughts of his love couldn't fill the void, and silent tears slid down her cheeks.
Suddenly she heard a movement beside her and turned to look, hoping it was Harry. Suffice to say that she was severely shocked to see Draco Malfoy sprawled in a chair to the right of her bed, staring at her. Strands of hair fell over his eyes, shadowing his face from the candlelight. He sported torn jeans, and a faded black tank top that showed off his pale, muscled arms. Ginny was too upset to stop crying, and too momentarily flustered to talk. After a rather akward scilence, she finally managed to open her mouth and make sound come out.
"Wha... what a-are you doing here?" Her voice was raspy and barely above a whisper. Draco sat up, and, taking something from the floor, held it out to her, saying quietly, "I got your books. You left them at the table at dinner. Nobody seemed to notice you'd left them." His mouth twitched into a half smile. 'He's cute,' Ginny thought, and immediately berated herself for it. As she reached out to take the books, their fingers touched, and an electric shock shot up her arm. She jumped back, and the books fell onto the bed. Draco smiled, and laughed softly.
"Why, Litle weasle," he asked as he leaned forward slightly, "are you afraid of me?"
"N-no," Ginny replied as she gathered up her books and placed them on the bedside table to her right. Draco then leaned even closer, and reached out to touch Ginny's hair, which seemed to him like a rippling sea of fire in the saoft glow of the candle. Ginny didn't move. Her heart was pounding so hard that she thought it would rip through her chest. Draco leaned even farther in, and was almost to her lips, when he stopped.
For a reason he'd rather not admit, it seemed he just couldn't bring himself to finish what he'd started. Then, for reasons neither of them yet knew, Ginny leaned in and kissed him. This was no run-of-the-mill, namby-pamby peck on the cheek; oh no, this was full frontal snogging.
Draco revelled in the feel of her soft lips, and the contrasting roughness of her tongue as she ran it over his own. She didn't know why, but she wanted more. Even just by minimal contact with him, she felt re-fueled; like he was filling her up. So, she slowly, gently pulled him down on top of her. The feelings of his hands in her hair and on her face were electrical jolts that pulsed through her body and into the very core of her being. Draco couldn't seem to get enough of her. He wanted to touch her everywhere. He wanted every part of her all at once.
The need for oxygen broke their passionate embrace, and they started to think clearly again. 'Wow." was all Ginny could think for a few moments. Then Harry suddenly popped into her thoughts. 'What have I done?' she thought, looking into the pools of silver that were Draco's eyes.
"Now..." she said, trying desperately to regain some of her composure, "now I'm afraid of you."
A/N: So, do ya hate me yet? If I get flames, then your just indulging my pyromania. Anyway, tell me what ya think. I'm kinda lost for ideas at the moment. If you have suggestions, e-mail me at rockerbaby945@yahoo.com.