A/N: Angie's here again! That was pretty quick, wasn't it? I was debating
whether or not to make this a holiday thing, seeing as how two posts ago it
was Halloween, and last one was near Christmas, but I'm not that evil.
Just think if you had to wait for Valentine's Day for my next chapter?
Fun, huh?
Oh! Guess what? To anyone who cares, for Christmas I got the boxed set of the four hard cover HP books, and two of those books that tell how the names and stuff are entwined with mythology. And that's just from my dad . . . Wonder what more wonderful HP things I'll get from my mom and grandparents . . .
One more thing: this chapter is for all of you out there who found it unrealistic that Ginny was walking right into his plans. She gives him some trouble in this chapter.
Disclaimer (PLEASE READ - IMPORTANT): We all know that I don't own Harry Potter, but I want to make it very clear that I do not own "The Art of Seduction" either. It is a book by Robert Greene, filled with steps to seduce someone. I am taking each rule and using it as a start of a chapter, kind of like a songfic, but with excerpts from a book instead of verses from a song. Also I would like to point out the no characters are actually reading the book in my story, its just sort of an introduction into each chapter. Kapeesh? Good.
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Use the Demonic Power of Words to Sow Confusion
It is hard to make people listen; they are consumed with their own thoughts and desires, and have little time for yours. The trick to making them listen is to say what they want to hear, to fill their ears with whatever is pleasant to them. This is the essence of seductive language. Inflame people's emotions with loaded phrases, flatter them, comfort their insecurities, envelop them in sweet words and promises, and not only will they listen to you, they will loose their will to resist you.
*
The romance was in place. The scene was set. If things went right, he would have her under his thumb after this night, have her yearning to see him at every moment. But the way to a girl's heart is touchy - there may have been more yet to Ginny Weasley than Draco expected.
*
It was a full moon, Ginny noted. The stars and moon were reflected in the large, black lake, giving the feeling that she was somewhere in space, completely surrounded by stars. As soon as they had sat down on the silky blanket, Draco had opened the basket to reveal a bottle of champagne that Ginny didn't even want to dream about the price of. He had filled both glasses, and then they had just sat in without talking, to the music of Nigel Apollo, softly coming from Draco's wireless.
Ginny kept feeling his eyes on her. She was trying not to stare, for fear of awkwardness, but he seemed to have no such problem. Occasionally she would look up at him and hold his glare for a moment or two, but modesty always got the best of her, and she would look down, blushing.
Finally, Draco spoke.
"You know, you look very beautiful tonight."
This caused Ginny to blush even more. She looked up into his intense stare, and held it with enormous willpower. "So do you . . ."
Her comment was true, but she didn't think his was. She felt so inferior hearing it from him, because he really did look amazing and she was sure that she didn't compare. His silvery hair, in the dim light, looked like it could have been made of the light of the stars themselves, and his grey eyes seemed to be a mixture of all the cool colors of the rainbow. Everything about him was so . . . aristocratic. Everything screamed years of careful breeding, from his light skin, to his facial structure, to his poise. Ginny was just a poor girl whose features were a mixture of all kinds of different people. For him to call her beautiful just didn't seem right.
It was all too much. Ginny felt a tear come to her eye. This was too good to be true. It wasn't true . . . it couldn't be. "I'm sorry . . ." she whispered, and stood up to run back to the castle.
"Wait!" Draco called, slightly panicked. Ginny turned and started to move, but Draco caught her wrist, after reflexively standing up. Ginny didn't struggle, but she didn't look at him. She planted her gaze firmly on the far off Quidditch pitch.
"Ginny, what's wrong?" His voice was soft and gentle, soothing and inviting.
Slowly, Ginny turned to face him. "I . . . I don't know." Seeing his face expressed in concern, and hearing his voice so pleading sent a rush of guilt over her. What had she done? Here he was, trying to be nice, and she had run out on him. "I'm sorry," she said tearfully, and buried her face in his chest once again. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to . . . I don't know what came over me, I . . . "
"Shhh . . . " he whispered. "You don't need to apologize. Whatever I did or said to upset you . . . I'm sorry." He hesitated for a moment. "Do you want to tell me what I did? Did I make you uncomfortable . . . ?"
Ginny shook her head furiously, raising her head and turning away again. "No, it was me, I . . . " She lowered her head to stare at the grass. "I don't think I'm right for you . . . I think . . . I think I should go now."
She braced herself for the surge of anger. It didn't come.
"Ginny . . . I'm so sorry. Whatever it is, just don't go . . . "
He took hold of her downcast chin and turned her face up to his. "Don't go . . . " he whispered again, and slowly lowered his lips onto hers.
The last kiss had been short and innocent. This one started the same, but as they sat back down on the blanket, lips still locked, it had become more heated. Draco didn't break away from her mouth until the need for air sufficed, and moved his lips to her neck, sucking gently. Ginny didn't know what to do; she had never been kissed like this. Deciding to do what the heroines of he favorite romance novels did, she ran her hands through his hair. It was soft, and once she began she knew exactly what to do.
Draco, careful not to frighten he again, kept his hands above her neck. He played with her hair and ran his hands along her face, but was careful not to push her to something she was not ready for.
After several minutes, Draco broke away. "We should get going . . . it's late."
*
If there was one thing a Malfoy couldn't afford, it was a mistake. Draco had grown up with the idea being repeatedly planted in his mind that /slip- up's were not acceptable./ He could not mess up again without ruing all of his careful planning. He could not.
A/N: So, how was that? Gotta go now. The Christmas spirit calls! Err, yeah . . . I know I'm pathetic. See ya later! Thanks to my reviewers! Joyeux Noël! Feliz Navidad! Happy Hanukah! Merry Kawanza!
Oh! Guess what? To anyone who cares, for Christmas I got the boxed set of the four hard cover HP books, and two of those books that tell how the names and stuff are entwined with mythology. And that's just from my dad . . . Wonder what more wonderful HP things I'll get from my mom and grandparents . . .
One more thing: this chapter is for all of you out there who found it unrealistic that Ginny was walking right into his plans. She gives him some trouble in this chapter.
Disclaimer (PLEASE READ - IMPORTANT): We all know that I don't own Harry Potter, but I want to make it very clear that I do not own "The Art of Seduction" either. It is a book by Robert Greene, filled with steps to seduce someone. I am taking each rule and using it as a start of a chapter, kind of like a songfic, but with excerpts from a book instead of verses from a song. Also I would like to point out the no characters are actually reading the book in my story, its just sort of an introduction into each chapter. Kapeesh? Good.
*
Use the Demonic Power of Words to Sow Confusion
It is hard to make people listen; they are consumed with their own thoughts and desires, and have little time for yours. The trick to making them listen is to say what they want to hear, to fill their ears with whatever is pleasant to them. This is the essence of seductive language. Inflame people's emotions with loaded phrases, flatter them, comfort their insecurities, envelop them in sweet words and promises, and not only will they listen to you, they will loose their will to resist you.
*
The romance was in place. The scene was set. If things went right, he would have her under his thumb after this night, have her yearning to see him at every moment. But the way to a girl's heart is touchy - there may have been more yet to Ginny Weasley than Draco expected.
*
It was a full moon, Ginny noted. The stars and moon were reflected in the large, black lake, giving the feeling that she was somewhere in space, completely surrounded by stars. As soon as they had sat down on the silky blanket, Draco had opened the basket to reveal a bottle of champagne that Ginny didn't even want to dream about the price of. He had filled both glasses, and then they had just sat in without talking, to the music of Nigel Apollo, softly coming from Draco's wireless.
Ginny kept feeling his eyes on her. She was trying not to stare, for fear of awkwardness, but he seemed to have no such problem. Occasionally she would look up at him and hold his glare for a moment or two, but modesty always got the best of her, and she would look down, blushing.
Finally, Draco spoke.
"You know, you look very beautiful tonight."
This caused Ginny to blush even more. She looked up into his intense stare, and held it with enormous willpower. "So do you . . ."
Her comment was true, but she didn't think his was. She felt so inferior hearing it from him, because he really did look amazing and she was sure that she didn't compare. His silvery hair, in the dim light, looked like it could have been made of the light of the stars themselves, and his grey eyes seemed to be a mixture of all the cool colors of the rainbow. Everything about him was so . . . aristocratic. Everything screamed years of careful breeding, from his light skin, to his facial structure, to his poise. Ginny was just a poor girl whose features were a mixture of all kinds of different people. For him to call her beautiful just didn't seem right.
It was all too much. Ginny felt a tear come to her eye. This was too good to be true. It wasn't true . . . it couldn't be. "I'm sorry . . ." she whispered, and stood up to run back to the castle.
"Wait!" Draco called, slightly panicked. Ginny turned and started to move, but Draco caught her wrist, after reflexively standing up. Ginny didn't struggle, but she didn't look at him. She planted her gaze firmly on the far off Quidditch pitch.
"Ginny, what's wrong?" His voice was soft and gentle, soothing and inviting.
Slowly, Ginny turned to face him. "I . . . I don't know." Seeing his face expressed in concern, and hearing his voice so pleading sent a rush of guilt over her. What had she done? Here he was, trying to be nice, and she had run out on him. "I'm sorry," she said tearfully, and buried her face in his chest once again. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to . . . I don't know what came over me, I . . . "
"Shhh . . . " he whispered. "You don't need to apologize. Whatever I did or said to upset you . . . I'm sorry." He hesitated for a moment. "Do you want to tell me what I did? Did I make you uncomfortable . . . ?"
Ginny shook her head furiously, raising her head and turning away again. "No, it was me, I . . . " She lowered her head to stare at the grass. "I don't think I'm right for you . . . I think . . . I think I should go now."
She braced herself for the surge of anger. It didn't come.
"Ginny . . . I'm so sorry. Whatever it is, just don't go . . . "
He took hold of her downcast chin and turned her face up to his. "Don't go . . . " he whispered again, and slowly lowered his lips onto hers.
The last kiss had been short and innocent. This one started the same, but as they sat back down on the blanket, lips still locked, it had become more heated. Draco didn't break away from her mouth until the need for air sufficed, and moved his lips to her neck, sucking gently. Ginny didn't know what to do; she had never been kissed like this. Deciding to do what the heroines of he favorite romance novels did, she ran her hands through his hair. It was soft, and once she began she knew exactly what to do.
Draco, careful not to frighten he again, kept his hands above her neck. He played with her hair and ran his hands along her face, but was careful not to push her to something she was not ready for.
After several minutes, Draco broke away. "We should get going . . . it's late."
*
If there was one thing a Malfoy couldn't afford, it was a mistake. Draco had grown up with the idea being repeatedly planted in his mind that /slip- up's were not acceptable./ He could not mess up again without ruing all of his careful planning. He could not.
A/N: So, how was that? Gotta go now. The Christmas spirit calls! Err, yeah . . . I know I'm pathetic. See ya later! Thanks to my reviewers! Joyeux Noël! Feliz Navidad! Happy Hanukah! Merry Kawanza!