A/N: I know you've been waiting forever for this, and I'm terribly sorry, but I have a research paper on Gandhi to do for English, all in two days now because I procrastinated, I might be moving, and the moving situation has been extremely complicated by my relatives. Yeah. This wouldn't be a bad thing, if I didn't have an anxiety disorder. Hey, anyone need a little more worry in their life? Take it from me, please! 'Cuz I sure could do without some of it, damnit.
ACK! Sorry about the small book I just wrote... Anyway, on with the story!)
Chapter 7: Bitter Tears Like Crystal Rain
Draco was early to arrive at breakfast the next morning. 'Just don't think about her,' he told himself as he sat down at his usual place. He pushed his food around his plate, not really eating it. Her face kept floating through his mind, unwelcome. He chanced a peek at the Gryffindor table. He scanned the few students seated there... There she was. She was staring down at her uneaten breakfast, pushing it around on her plate. 'God, what the fuck am I doing to myself?' Darco tore his eyes away for a moment, but the little silver devils betrayed him, and stared at Ginny, who was staring back at him. Great. That little git Potty was holding her hand. He felt a rage such as he never thought could inhabit him swell to the boilling point. What right did that wanker think he had to touch Ginny? *His* Ginny... Draco was sure that every head in the Great Hall turned his way as he brought his head crashing down to the table, creating a loud thumping noise. "Ow," he uttered absentmindedly into the grainy wood. But the pain was of no concern to him. The only thing that mattered was the fact that he couldn't let himself love her, yet he did. 'No,' he told himself, lifting his head from the table, 'NO. You don't love her; she's beneath you, the lowest rung on the ladder.' But that argument was beginning to get old already.
His silver-grey eyes stared coldly ahead as he got up, and walked out of the Great Hall.
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Ginny heard the loud noise, and looked over toward the source to see Malfoy's face buried in the table. Harry and Ron barely held back their laughter, and her hand slipped from Harry's. She watched Draco leave the Great Hall, an aura of rage building around him as he walked. Harry started to say something, but Ginny wasn't paying attention as she got up, eyes still on the doors, and went to follow Draco.
Once in the Entrance Hall, she let out a breathe, and looked about to see where Draco had gone. She didn't see anyone. She sighed and took a couple steps forward. A hand came down on her shoulder, and whoever was controling it, turned her around. A scream was making it's way up her throat, when she saw who it was.
Silver-grey eyes stared into hers through hooded lids. Pale blond hair stirred in the slight breeze. And his mouth curve into his famous smirk.
"Draco," she whispered, not really knowing what else to say. He pushed her to the wall behind him, and wrapped one hand around her delicate white throat.
"Oh, so we're on a first-name basis now, are we?" he sneered, his eyes burning into her body.
"Well... I-I guess," she stammered. His touch felt like white-hot fire, burning her. And she liked it. "Please," she managed, "take your hand off my neck. It's rather uncomfortable, and I wouldn't want to see you accidentally break a nail." This just made him angrier, and he tightened his grip ever so slightly.
"Listen," he said through his teeth, "if you think you can just snog me one day, and go off with Potter the next, then you'd better bloody think again."
"I... I told him I loved him. He's my friend, and I don't want to break his heart. And I don't know why I'm bothering to tell you this at all. It's not like you bloody care."
His hand left her neck, and he turned away from her. His back stiffened, and he turned back, a coldness in his eyes that even she hadn't seen before.
"You told him you fucking *love* him?" His voice was deceptively calm, but Ginny knew better than to trust it.
"Yes, Draco, *told* him. The thing is-" she took a deep, calming breath, "the thing is, now I'm not so sure. I mean..." She turned away. She had to; she didn't want him to see her tears, think she was weak. She felt his hand touch her cheek, and covered his hand with hers. He bent his head slightly, staring into her eyes, and kissed her. She responded by prodding his mouth open with her tongue, her forwardness surprising Draco. The heat between them was palpable as Draco deepened the kiss, sliding his free hand down the curves of her side and resting it on her hip, squeezing a bit. Ginny emitted a short gasp into his mouth, and suddenly pushed him away.
"No," she said, tears beginning again, "I... can't. Not right now..." And that being said, she fled toward the stairs, and toward her room, leaving Draco behind, still staring at the spot on the wall where she, just moments ago, had been leaning.
***
Just as Draco was about to turn around and go after her, he saw a movement in his peripheral vision. A figure loomed out of the shadows just indise the doorway to the Great Hall. 'Potter.' He should have known. No doubt he thought Draco had put some sort of spell on his precious Ginny.
"What did you do to her?" Harry said, taking a step forward.
"Why whatever are you talking about Potter?" Draco smirked, though all he really felt like doing was jumping off of the Astronomy Tower, or pummeling Harry, either way...
"What is it Ferret, can't get girls to like you the normal way?" Harry smirked. And on him, it somehow managed to look really really terrible. He clearly wasn't meant for it. 'Oh well, best to tell him at least a small truth, make him sweat a bit...'
"I'm afraid that the only magic I used on her was the Malfoy charm, and she fell for it easily enough," Draco's smirk turned into a wolfish grin just as the image of Ginny's hair brushing against his cheek came to him.
Harry's smirk dropped, and in a voice of false calm, he said, "Touch her again, Malfoy, and we'll see if you'll be able to use any of your limbs for the next six months." Draco chuckled, leaning against the spot where Ginny had just been, kissing him, and sighed.
"Do what you must," Draco said, "but I can tell you now that I'm not going to stay away from her. I'm having far too much fun at the moment." Draco immediately regretted saying this, and the worst part was that he wasn't sure why. 'You don't love her.' He kept repeating it to himself; his mantra. As Harry walked away: 'You don't love her.' As he walked into his dormitory: 'You don't love her.' But as he fell asleep: 'You love her...'
A/N: HEY! Lookie at that. I got a whole other chapter up. Aren't you proud of me? Joyness. If you have any ideas, just e-mail me at goddessrae2002@yahoo.com or say it in the review. EEP! I'm so excited! I'm joining the ranks of those who have written more than six chapters (which is usually my breaking point)! Be happy for me! Please?
Anyway, I'm sorry that a quarter of this is author notes (I hate it when people do that. I'm such a hypocrite), I hope you enjoyed it, and don't forget to
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ACK! Sorry about the small book I just wrote... Anyway, on with the story!)
Chapter 7: Bitter Tears Like Crystal Rain
Draco was early to arrive at breakfast the next morning. 'Just don't think about her,' he told himself as he sat down at his usual place. He pushed his food around his plate, not really eating it. Her face kept floating through his mind, unwelcome. He chanced a peek at the Gryffindor table. He scanned the few students seated there... There she was. She was staring down at her uneaten breakfast, pushing it around on her plate. 'God, what the fuck am I doing to myself?' Darco tore his eyes away for a moment, but the little silver devils betrayed him, and stared at Ginny, who was staring back at him. Great. That little git Potty was holding her hand. He felt a rage such as he never thought could inhabit him swell to the boilling point. What right did that wanker think he had to touch Ginny? *His* Ginny... Draco was sure that every head in the Great Hall turned his way as he brought his head crashing down to the table, creating a loud thumping noise. "Ow," he uttered absentmindedly into the grainy wood. But the pain was of no concern to him. The only thing that mattered was the fact that he couldn't let himself love her, yet he did. 'No,' he told himself, lifting his head from the table, 'NO. You don't love her; she's beneath you, the lowest rung on the ladder.' But that argument was beginning to get old already.
His silver-grey eyes stared coldly ahead as he got up, and walked out of the Great Hall.
***
Ginny heard the loud noise, and looked over toward the source to see Malfoy's face buried in the table. Harry and Ron barely held back their laughter, and her hand slipped from Harry's. She watched Draco leave the Great Hall, an aura of rage building around him as he walked. Harry started to say something, but Ginny wasn't paying attention as she got up, eyes still on the doors, and went to follow Draco.
Once in the Entrance Hall, she let out a breathe, and looked about to see where Draco had gone. She didn't see anyone. She sighed and took a couple steps forward. A hand came down on her shoulder, and whoever was controling it, turned her around. A scream was making it's way up her throat, when she saw who it was.
Silver-grey eyes stared into hers through hooded lids. Pale blond hair stirred in the slight breeze. And his mouth curve into his famous smirk.
"Draco," she whispered, not really knowing what else to say. He pushed her to the wall behind him, and wrapped one hand around her delicate white throat.
"Oh, so we're on a first-name basis now, are we?" he sneered, his eyes burning into her body.
"Well... I-I guess," she stammered. His touch felt like white-hot fire, burning her. And she liked it. "Please," she managed, "take your hand off my neck. It's rather uncomfortable, and I wouldn't want to see you accidentally break a nail." This just made him angrier, and he tightened his grip ever so slightly.
"Listen," he said through his teeth, "if you think you can just snog me one day, and go off with Potter the next, then you'd better bloody think again."
"I... I told him I loved him. He's my friend, and I don't want to break his heart. And I don't know why I'm bothering to tell you this at all. It's not like you bloody care."
His hand left her neck, and he turned away from her. His back stiffened, and he turned back, a coldness in his eyes that even she hadn't seen before.
"You told him you fucking *love* him?" His voice was deceptively calm, but Ginny knew better than to trust it.
"Yes, Draco, *told* him. The thing is-" she took a deep, calming breath, "the thing is, now I'm not so sure. I mean..." She turned away. She had to; she didn't want him to see her tears, think she was weak. She felt his hand touch her cheek, and covered his hand with hers. He bent his head slightly, staring into her eyes, and kissed her. She responded by prodding his mouth open with her tongue, her forwardness surprising Draco. The heat between them was palpable as Draco deepened the kiss, sliding his free hand down the curves of her side and resting it on her hip, squeezing a bit. Ginny emitted a short gasp into his mouth, and suddenly pushed him away.
"No," she said, tears beginning again, "I... can't. Not right now..." And that being said, she fled toward the stairs, and toward her room, leaving Draco behind, still staring at the spot on the wall where she, just moments ago, had been leaning.
***
Just as Draco was about to turn around and go after her, he saw a movement in his peripheral vision. A figure loomed out of the shadows just indise the doorway to the Great Hall. 'Potter.' He should have known. No doubt he thought Draco had put some sort of spell on his precious Ginny.
"What did you do to her?" Harry said, taking a step forward.
"Why whatever are you talking about Potter?" Draco smirked, though all he really felt like doing was jumping off of the Astronomy Tower, or pummeling Harry, either way...
"What is it Ferret, can't get girls to like you the normal way?" Harry smirked. And on him, it somehow managed to look really really terrible. He clearly wasn't meant for it. 'Oh well, best to tell him at least a small truth, make him sweat a bit...'
"I'm afraid that the only magic I used on her was the Malfoy charm, and she fell for it easily enough," Draco's smirk turned into a wolfish grin just as the image of Ginny's hair brushing against his cheek came to him.
Harry's smirk dropped, and in a voice of false calm, he said, "Touch her again, Malfoy, and we'll see if you'll be able to use any of your limbs for the next six months." Draco chuckled, leaning against the spot where Ginny had just been, kissing him, and sighed.
"Do what you must," Draco said, "but I can tell you now that I'm not going to stay away from her. I'm having far too much fun at the moment." Draco immediately regretted saying this, and the worst part was that he wasn't sure why. 'You don't love her.' He kept repeating it to himself; his mantra. As Harry walked away: 'You don't love her.' As he walked into his dormitory: 'You don't love her.' But as he fell asleep: 'You love her...'
A/N: HEY! Lookie at that. I got a whole other chapter up. Aren't you proud of me? Joyness. If you have any ideas, just e-mail me at goddessrae2002@yahoo.com or say it in the review. EEP! I'm so excited! I'm joining the ranks of those who have written more than six chapters (which is usually my breaking point)! Be happy for me! Please?
Anyway, I'm sorry that a quarter of this is author notes (I hate it when people do that. I'm such a hypocrite), I hope you enjoyed it, and don't forget to
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\/ REVIEW! ^.~ Have a happy day!
~~OGR~~