Author: Diamond Tears
Feedback: Please!!!
Rating: PG right now
Pairing: Draco/Ginny *sigh*
Disclaimer: As much as I wished for my Hogwarts Letter, it never came...
J. K. Rowling owns all, 'cept my plot...
yes, she even owns Draco... :(
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/draco_ginny/
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He was nervous. More nervous than he had ever been in his life. He paced, his feet
turning and walking without his guidance. He glanced at her sleeping form and then
looked back at the floor. He had left her up there for to long, but it took longer than
usual for Crabbe and Goyle to go to sleep.
He had waited quietly as they made their jokes at her expense. A tiny voice inside him
had screamed the whole time. He had punished her for something she hadn't done.
Something that wasn't even her fault. He had tortured her because Elani hadn't really
lied. Because the little blond knew more about his feelings than he did.
He glanced at Ginny again. She was beautiful. Her long red hair was spread around her
shoulders, her long red eyelashes resting on her pale cheeks. He stopped pacing and
stood, watching the firelight dance over her skin. He knelt down, taking her hand in his.
She was finally warm. After nearly an hour of sleeping beside the fire her blood was
running warm. The relief broke over him and he smiled.
He set her hand down beside her and brushed a strand of hair from her forehead. She
moved, her face turning towards him, into his touch. Her eyelids fluttered and Draco
pulled his hand back, putting the mask of indifference back onto his face. She opened
her eyes, the chocolate orbs staring back at him. Emotion flashed through them.
Memory.
Relief.
Anger.
Fear.
Hatred.
He stood up as she jumped back. She sat up and backed away from him until she got
to the wall. She rose slowly, holding her cloak tight around herself. She looked at him
with tears in her eyes and her lip trembled.
"How dare you." She said softly, the contempt almost tangible.
"I'm sorry, Ginny."
"How dare you, Malfoy! You stupid prat! I could have died!"
He smoothed over the emotions welling inside him. "But you didn't."
She bit her lip, looking away. Draco tried to push away his thoughts, but they continued
to beg her not to cry. One silver drop fell from her eye and slid down her cheek. She
closed her eyes and pulled herself to stand straighter. Then she looked at him again,
managing not to burst into tears. But only barely.
"I hate you."
"And I'm sorry."
"You're not sorry!" She shouted, "You just aren't."
He stepped closer, his eyes stormy, "How would you know, you don't know anything
about me."
She was trembling slightly under his gaze. "Just leave me alone, Malfoy."
He moved closer, getting dangerously close to her. She placed her barely warm hands
on his chest and tried to push him away. He stood still, eyes looking into hers. She was
staring back, fear replaced with something else he couldn't place.
Confusion, maybe.
"What are you doing?" She asked softly.
"I don't know." He answered, his voice low and soft.
"Malfoy, I..."
"Don't call me that."
She looked down, over his shoulder, her hands still pressing against him. He could smell
her, a soft vanilla scent that fit her so well. Her hair was shining in the firelight, her skin
reflecting the pinks and yellows of the flames. She dropped her hands, moving her face
so she couldn't see him.
"Draco."
"Yes."
"I..."
She was nervous, so very nervous. Draco reached out and lifted her chin in one hand.
She looked up at him, every emotion she was feeling displayed on her face. She was
watching him, admiring every flawless feature of his face. His eyes were gray, soft and
empty, as if there was no feeling behind them. His touch was soft, his fingers gently lifting
her lips to his.
Slowly.
Slowly.
Then like fireworks. His lips touched hers and he felt he was kissing heaven. She was
startled, her entire body still, waiting. He rejoiced, she wasn't pulling away. Instead, she
very gently began kissing him back. Her lips were smooth, they tasted faintly of
raspberry. Her mind was reeling. This was Draco, he hated her, she hated him. And yet
nothing had ever been as sweet as this kiss.
She pulled away slowly, trying to sort out her emotions. Draco sighed, his hand leaving
her chin. Ginny was looking into his eyes, searching for any clues. She couldn't find the
amusement she had grown so used to. She saw joy, happiness, streaked with a soft
pain. It startled her.
"Draco... what... what just happened?"
He smirked, pulling the mask back on, "We kissed, Ginny."
He had meant it to come out much more harsh. Much more Malfoy-ish. But his voice
was still low, his tone soft. Her eyebrows slowly met in the middle of her forehead. She
was frowning, Draco felt his heart sink. She was staring at his lips, her hand rising
between them until her fingertips touched his lips.
"Why?"
She didn't wait for his answer, she stepped forward and set her lips on his. Her hand
moved to the back of his neck, as his arms went around her. She melted into his
embrace, wondering what Draco was thinking. But it didn't really matter.
At that moment she felt she could fly.
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okay... I hope everyone likes... finally some kissing!! it's about dang time!!
Boost my ego... hit the pretty little button...
Feedback: Please!!!
Rating: PG right now
Pairing: Draco/Ginny *sigh*
Disclaimer: As much as I wished for my Hogwarts Letter, it never came...
J. K. Rowling owns all, 'cept my plot...
yes, she even owns Draco... :(
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/draco_ginny/
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He was nervous. More nervous than he had ever been in his life. He paced, his feet
turning and walking without his guidance. He glanced at her sleeping form and then
looked back at the floor. He had left her up there for to long, but it took longer than
usual for Crabbe and Goyle to go to sleep.
He had waited quietly as they made their jokes at her expense. A tiny voice inside him
had screamed the whole time. He had punished her for something she hadn't done.
Something that wasn't even her fault. He had tortured her because Elani hadn't really
lied. Because the little blond knew more about his feelings than he did.
He glanced at Ginny again. She was beautiful. Her long red hair was spread around her
shoulders, her long red eyelashes resting on her pale cheeks. He stopped pacing and
stood, watching the firelight dance over her skin. He knelt down, taking her hand in his.
She was finally warm. After nearly an hour of sleeping beside the fire her blood was
running warm. The relief broke over him and he smiled.
He set her hand down beside her and brushed a strand of hair from her forehead. She
moved, her face turning towards him, into his touch. Her eyelids fluttered and Draco
pulled his hand back, putting the mask of indifference back onto his face. She opened
her eyes, the chocolate orbs staring back at him. Emotion flashed through them.
Memory.
Relief.
Anger.
Fear.
Hatred.
He stood up as she jumped back. She sat up and backed away from him until she got
to the wall. She rose slowly, holding her cloak tight around herself. She looked at him
with tears in her eyes and her lip trembled.
"How dare you." She said softly, the contempt almost tangible.
"I'm sorry, Ginny."
"How dare you, Malfoy! You stupid prat! I could have died!"
He smoothed over the emotions welling inside him. "But you didn't."
She bit her lip, looking away. Draco tried to push away his thoughts, but they continued
to beg her not to cry. One silver drop fell from her eye and slid down her cheek. She
closed her eyes and pulled herself to stand straighter. Then she looked at him again,
managing not to burst into tears. But only barely.
"I hate you."
"And I'm sorry."
"You're not sorry!" She shouted, "You just aren't."
He stepped closer, his eyes stormy, "How would you know, you don't know anything
about me."
She was trembling slightly under his gaze. "Just leave me alone, Malfoy."
He moved closer, getting dangerously close to her. She placed her barely warm hands
on his chest and tried to push him away. He stood still, eyes looking into hers. She was
staring back, fear replaced with something else he couldn't place.
Confusion, maybe.
"What are you doing?" She asked softly.
"I don't know." He answered, his voice low and soft.
"Malfoy, I..."
"Don't call me that."
She looked down, over his shoulder, her hands still pressing against him. He could smell
her, a soft vanilla scent that fit her so well. Her hair was shining in the firelight, her skin
reflecting the pinks and yellows of the flames. She dropped her hands, moving her face
so she couldn't see him.
"Draco."
"Yes."
"I..."
She was nervous, so very nervous. Draco reached out and lifted her chin in one hand.
She looked up at him, every emotion she was feeling displayed on her face. She was
watching him, admiring every flawless feature of his face. His eyes were gray, soft and
empty, as if there was no feeling behind them. His touch was soft, his fingers gently lifting
her lips to his.
Slowly.
Slowly.
Then like fireworks. His lips touched hers and he felt he was kissing heaven. She was
startled, her entire body still, waiting. He rejoiced, she wasn't pulling away. Instead, she
very gently began kissing him back. Her lips were smooth, they tasted faintly of
raspberry. Her mind was reeling. This was Draco, he hated her, she hated him. And yet
nothing had ever been as sweet as this kiss.
She pulled away slowly, trying to sort out her emotions. Draco sighed, his hand leaving
her chin. Ginny was looking into his eyes, searching for any clues. She couldn't find the
amusement she had grown so used to. She saw joy, happiness, streaked with a soft
pain. It startled her.
"Draco... what... what just happened?"
He smirked, pulling the mask back on, "We kissed, Ginny."
He had meant it to come out much more harsh. Much more Malfoy-ish. But his voice
was still low, his tone soft. Her eyebrows slowly met in the middle of her forehead. She
was frowning, Draco felt his heart sink. She was staring at his lips, her hand rising
between them until her fingertips touched his lips.
"Why?"
She didn't wait for his answer, she stepped forward and set her lips on his. Her hand
moved to the back of his neck, as his arms went around her. She melted into his
embrace, wondering what Draco was thinking. But it didn't really matter.
At that moment she felt she could fly.
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okay... I hope everyone likes... finally some kissing!! it's about dang time!!
Boost my ego... hit the pretty little button...