A/N: Hey y'all, I have some interesting bit of History for you, concerning Draco. We are learning about ancient Greece, and there was this tyrant (a ruler of a city-state that took things on single-handedly) named Draco. He imposed harsher laws, like putting people to death for stealing a cabbage. Ouch! But they were good for civilization as a whole because he was the 1st one to put out public record of them. Before only law enforcers (aka- aristocrats) knew what the laws were and charged people bigger fines, and pocketed the difference. So Draco helped, but he also killed a lot of people. Oh well, I still love him. I'd like to thank, samy, Luna Writer, Gigaku for reviewing! And y'all who haven't yet…please? It really makes me excited to read anything about it. Even if it's bad!
Chapter VIII- Black and White People
"fall on real life/is anybody left there sane/I'll just slide on over/and except fate/it's bound to be a powerful thing/if it's just that you're weak/can we talk about it/it's getting so damn creepy/just. nursing this ghost of a chance/the fiction, the romance/and Technicolor dreams/of black and white people…"
Black and White People, Matchbox 20
Ginny found herself standing in a surprisingly modest flat.
"What did you expect? The tajsma hall?" He asked her, shoving his hands idly in his pockets.
"I don't know. Just nothing, this, normal…" she said, looking around. The walls were white, and most bare apart from a few posters of quidditch players, and framed canvases of some interesting art. The furniture was a steep up from hers and Hermione's, however. He had a leather easy chair, a sofa and love seat that didn't match, and two end tables with modest muggle electric lamps on them.
"I thought Hermione and I were the only magical people to have electricity in their home in Hogsmeade." She said.
"You know what, I think muggles had a good idea with this stuff. More than likely the only good idea they've ever had, but still. It keeps it much warmer in the winter, the lights burn brighter." He said tossing his brown leather shoes off in a corner . Ginny stared down at her own beat up hiking boots, now resenting her decision to go a natural.
"Should I take my shoes off too?"
"If you want to. I don't really care. I have a house elf that comes in every week and cleans for me."
"Some things never change." She smiled, remembering Hermione's crusades for house elf liberation. She took her shoes off and placed them next to his.
"Do you want something to drink?"
"Can I have some tea? Do you have any tea?" She asked, mocking Draco by putting her hands in her old jeans' pockets.
"Yeah. I never drink it, though. I save it for when my mother decides to pop in for a visit." He went into the kitchen, leaving the door open behind him, so Ginny could see his activity. He put a kettle over the stove and turned it on. While it was heating up, he got out a tea bag with a cup and saucer.
"Go ahead and sit down. It will be ready in a minute. Do you want cream or sugar?" He yelled into the other room
"A little of both please!" She shouted back at him. She sat on the small sofa, because it was facing the kitchen door. A few minutes passed, and she heard to the kettle whistle, signaling the water was hot. He came back in the room, sitting her hot tea in front of her, and sitting himself down with a glass of cold pumpkin juice in his other hand. He sat surprisingly close to her, and it made Ginny a little uncomfortable.
"That's another interesting thing, your not drinking expensive wine or brandy from crystal decanters?
"What would make you say that? Nothing I have here was bought by my father. He disowned me when I refused to become a Death Eater. I was cut from the will. All I have I worked to get." He looked at her sourly, like the conversation but a bad taste in his mouth.
"So you don't drink?" she looked at him skeptically. She knew very good and well when he turned sixteen, he celebrated by sneaking out of the school and having a party at the Three Broom Sticks, and they didn't just drink innocent butter beer.
"I didn't say that. I only drink on the weekends. I wouldn't want to get up on week days if I drank." He said smiling, and leaning back on the couch.
"Okay, so I know three things about you, Draco Malfoy. You wear Italian leather shoes, you only drink on the weekends, and you like to wank off." She smiled slyly, and pulled out a magazine from in-between the couch cushions.
Draco's face admeditally turned a bight pink, making is pale complexion look like a rosy cheeked school boy.
"Don't worry about it. I can track these things down somehow. I always found my brother's in the most unusual places, in the cupboard with the pots that Mum never used, inside the shade of a lamp, behind books in the book case. They were very useful black mail tools." She said and placed the nudey magazine back in it's place. Draco forced a smile, mentally making a note to put it somewhere different when she left.
"Well what I know about you Virginia Weasley, is that you look good in stiletto heels, or hiking boots, you enjoy eating turkey and cheese sandwiches for lunch everyday, you take cream and sugar in your tea, you don't give yourself enough credit, your face reminds me of a porcelain doll's…" He trailed off, getting closer to her.
"Not everyday…" she said weakly, trying to ignore the fact that his lips were so close to her face. She smelled is handsome aftershave, and wanted him to be near.
"Draco, this…I can't. We can't nurse this little ghost of a chance. It won't work. I mean it's all fiction, all crazy romantic ideas…." She looked away, trying to escape his gray stare.
"Ginny, I'll just slide over, and let fate take it's course. I…we, can't ignore it any longer. It's been pulling at my heart strings for weeks, making me…us insane. This is real life, Ginny. This is what is supposed to happen. I can feel it, right here." He said, ignoring her turned eyes. He put his hand on his heart. Ginny gulped, and looked back over at him.
"My brothers would have a fit."
"They'll have a fit no matter who you date." He said matter-of-factly.
"You just don't fall on real life like this. You just don't fall into relationships with people you would never dream of. Draco, you're a black and white person, trying to dream in color."
"So are you Ginny, you dreamed in Technicolor every day. Until I gave you a chance you really see your spectrum." He said, still close, his breath smelled pleasantly like sweet pumpkins. His lips were full and wet.
She turned her face back to him. "What did we get ourselves into?" She questioned, looking him at last in the eyes.
"It's bound to be a powerful thing Ginny. We're too different to ignore each other." He took her hand. To his touch, Ginny softened, letting her guard down. She noticed a change in the normally determined eyes of Draco. Was it…hope?
"Ron's going to have your head on a platter you know?" She whispered in his ear, her hair brushing against his cheek. He leaned in, and placed a feathery kiss on lips.
"I don't care, as long as I still get to touch your lips." He said, his mouth brushing hers as he formed the words. She leaned in, pressing her lips onto his. He snaked his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to his body. Ginny draped hers about his neck, daring him to never pull away. They kissed until Ginny felt wild and trembling. Their faces flushed with wanting, Ginny pulled away.
"What…?" Draco said confused. His brain had melted into their kiss, and felt stupid not being able to formulate a more intelligent sentence.
"If we don't stop now, we'll end up somewhere I, and you also, aren't prepared to go." She said, trying to keep her breaths slow and claming, taking all her will not to place her mouth on his once more.
Draco breathed, staring at her. As much as she was right, she was wrong. He wanted to wake up to see her sleeping figure next him, her hair spread about the pillow. But he didn't want Ginny to regret anything, including a being that had his blood flowing though it's veins.
"Your right, but I don't want you to be….away from me." He said, pushing his hair away from his eyes. Ginny smiled, she like the way the hair fell in his eyes, and he brushed it away only seconds later, just for it to happen again and again. Her face was still flushed and hot, trying to slow down her racing heart and hormones.
"I better go, it will take a good five minutes to walk home." She said, getting up. It was 9:30, and she still had work to do.
"Why don't you just apperate?" He asked. Draco had been wondering on that question for ages, when she was late to work. She wouldn't be late if she apperated.
"I can't. I never passed my test." She said embarrassed.
"Here, come here." He took her hand, and they apperated to Ginny's door steep.
"I'll help you study, and you'll pass it. How about we study this weekend and we'll go to have you take the test next?" He asked, still holding her hand.
"I can't, and you can't either. Remember, Percy's campaign dinner? This Saturday?"
"So, you'll take it the week after next, no problem." He smiled at her.
"Thanks, I really appreciate it. I need all the help I can get. I'll see you tomorrow." Ginny replied, turning to unlock her door.
"Wait, Ginny. I don't even get a kiss good night?" He asked, putting on a pouty look,
"Right on the door steep? For everyone to see?"
"What do we have to risk?" He asked, and didn't wait for an answer. He placed a passionate, sweet kiss on her mouth, leaving her wanting more.
"Your head it what you have to risk." She said, giving his hand a squeeze. She unlocked the door.
"I'll see you tomorrow" She said. He still had a hold of her hand.
"Draco, I have work to do. I can't be with you every second, you know." She said, trying to sound stern, but she failed miserably.
He lift her hand up to his mouth, and place a single kiss on the top of her hand. She looked at his surprised,
"I'll miss you tonight Ginny, but I will see you tomorrow." He smiled a handsome smile at her, and then disappeared with a pop.
Ginny sighed at the space where Draco had been standing.
"What have I gotten myself into?" she thought, and continued into the house.
Harry awoke to the smell of butter and coffee. He slowly opened his eyes, remembering he stayed the night a Gwen's apartment. He rolled over, and feel hard onto the floor. He saw a pair of coming near him, and he heard Gwen's voice.
"Oy! 'Arry, what are you doing?" She asked, helping him up from the floor, suppressing a giggle fit.
"I forgot how limited space was on a sofa." He said, once he was standing.
"You're going to 'ave a very nasty bruise on your head!" She said, arching her eyebrows at him.
"Yeah, it will add to the dramatics of my scar!" He joked, rubbing the spot where his forehead made contact with the floor.
"Your right. It lookz much more manly! Let's have zome breakfast, and then we'll go out, if your head is alright." She said, guiding him to her kitchen table.
"Oh no, I'll be okay. I've survived much worse." Harry smiled at her worries, and butted a croissant.
"That is true, my friend. Come, and eat, and then we will go pay six euros to see mummies and priceless art!" She said pouring him a cup of coffee.
Hermione was talking to her mother on the phone they had installed at hers and Ginny's house. She stood with her back to the foyer, where Ron apperated in, unheard in Hermione's ears.
"Yeah, I have enough money. Yes, we can pay the bills. Ginny just got a higher paying job Mum, we can handle him. Yes I know your just looking out for us…" She sighed and rubbed her temples. Ron sneaked into the open kitchen door, he stood close to her, nearing breathing down her neck. She still wasn't aware of his presence.
"There's nothing wrong Mum, Ron's home."
"Yes, he's home, he's been home for a week."
Ron smiled, this was his chance. "Not only his is home, he's right here." He whispered in her open ear, wrapping his arms around her wait. She "eeped" in surprise, trying not to alert her mother to anything.
"Nothing Mum, just dropped something…" She said while Ron started to place small kisses down her neck and collar bone.
"I didn't tell you because uh…I wanted to uh….avoid this exact conversation." She said, trying to keep her mind on her mother, and not the kisses being placed on her shoulders.
"Me and Ron are doing great…Mum, I have to, what? NO! Mother, I really don't want to talk to you about this…" His fingers slipped up her up shirt, making swirling patterns on her stomach. She tried to suppressing her laughter, his hands tickling her.
"Mum, nothing like that, no I'm sure, I have work to do Mum. Yes on the MinKinn's project. Yeah, I'm sure I don't want to go back to school to be a teacher." Hermione said while Ron's hands travel further up her torso.
She gasped, as Ron unhooked her bra. "Mum, I really have to gooooo…" She said, dragging out the last word as took the phone from her hand and put it in the cradle on the wall.
"My mum is going to be so upset, hanging up on her." She turning around, hands on her hips.
"You know you like it." He said, putting his hands over hers.
She rolled her eyes at him, and leaned in to kiss him.
"So…where am I going to sleep tonight?" He said, still holding her close.
"I have the day off tomorrow…" She smiled.
"Even better. We can sleep in." He winked at her, and in one swift motion, he picked her up in his arms, and carried her upstairs to her room.