((Dracos Gal: I got it up as fast as I could.
Glowing Embers(x2): Thank you:)
Anonymous Reviewer: Glad you like it~_~
txt-eva: I'm glad:). There are so many D/Gs around, I tried to come up with something original.))
Disclaimer: Still don't own anything.
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It was fortunate, Draco mused later that night, that Ginny had stayed rather long at the table. By the time dinner had been over, he had been too drowsy and full to do much at hiding himself from Potter and his fans, had they not already left. Mentally, he cursed himself. A flood of excuses sprang to mind - he had too little experience at knowing how much food this body needed, the meal had just been too bloody good to resist. ..sharply, he shook his head. Stupid as his overeating had been, he didn't NEED excuses this time! His father would never know the two 'crimes' he had added to his record tonight - first, excessing on food, and second, his genuine enjoyment of Mrs. Weasley's cooking. Then, he stiffened slightly. No, those two were not all that he was guilty of. The third, in his mind, seemed even more terrible. His guard and control had been down, or he never would have done it. It had been but a thought, but once he had allowed it to escape, he could not push it from his mind, nor deny it as truth. As Ginny had placed him on his tattered bed for the night, he had raised an eyelid, looked at her, and freed that fearsome thought.
'She's beautiful.'
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The sun had risen early upon the Burrow, but its rays, peeking through the windows of the highest room, had so far failed to wake the two within. In other parts of the rambling house, stirrings could be seen. A tall man with thinning red hair was striding back and forth through the front door, exiting always with his arms full, then depositing his burdens on a growing pile beside the gravel road. Clattering noises spilled from yet another room, the windows slightly raised, letting delicious scents waft into the country air.
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Ginny awoke, stretching and yawning slightly. Silver had been with her for the barest week, but already the instinct was there to turn her head when she first shook off her sleep, to make sure the small, white-furred figure still rested in the round blue bed. And this morning, in this way at least, was no different. Shortly, however, as if somehow aware of her regard, the ferret opened his eyes. His muzzle opened slightly, baring the tiny teeth in a yawn that matched her own, before he rose to his paws. Smiling, Ginny stretched out her hand, and he raised his head, the soft fur brushing against her palm.
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Glowing Embers(x2): Thank you:)
Anonymous Reviewer: Glad you like it~_~
txt-eva: I'm glad:). There are so many D/Gs around, I tried to come up with something original.))
Disclaimer: Still don't own anything.
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It was fortunate, Draco mused later that night, that Ginny had stayed rather long at the table. By the time dinner had been over, he had been too drowsy and full to do much at hiding himself from Potter and his fans, had they not already left. Mentally, he cursed himself. A flood of excuses sprang to mind - he had too little experience at knowing how much food this body needed, the meal had just been too bloody good to resist. ..sharply, he shook his head. Stupid as his overeating had been, he didn't NEED excuses this time! His father would never know the two 'crimes' he had added to his record tonight - first, excessing on food, and second, his genuine enjoyment of Mrs. Weasley's cooking. Then, he stiffened slightly. No, those two were not all that he was guilty of. The third, in his mind, seemed even more terrible. His guard and control had been down, or he never would have done it. It had been but a thought, but once he had allowed it to escape, he could not push it from his mind, nor deny it as truth. As Ginny had placed him on his tattered bed for the night, he had raised an eyelid, looked at her, and freed that fearsome thought.
'She's beautiful.'
/\_/\_/\_/\_/\
The sun had risen early upon the Burrow, but its rays, peeking through the windows of the highest room, had so far failed to wake the two within. In other parts of the rambling house, stirrings could be seen. A tall man with thinning red hair was striding back and forth through the front door, exiting always with his arms full, then depositing his burdens on a growing pile beside the gravel road. Clattering noises spilled from yet another room, the windows slightly raised, letting delicious scents waft into the country air.
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Ginny awoke, stretching and yawning slightly. Silver had been with her for the barest week, but already the instinct was there to turn her head when she first shook off her sleep, to make sure the small, white-furred figure still rested in the round blue bed. And this morning, in this way at least, was no different. Shortly, however, as if somehow aware of her regard, the ferret opened his eyes. His muzzle opened slightly, baring the tiny teeth in a yawn that matched her own, before he rose to his paws. Smiling, Ginny stretched out her hand, and he raised his head, the soft fur brushing against her palm.
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