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Author's Notes: Wow YAY I got reviews!!! So, therefore, I would like to thank *clears throat importantly* Liliana Greenleaf (thank you for being my first reviewer! That meant so much to me, you have no idea!), cherries (I love the sins as well, LoL, they're so much fun! By the way, what quiz did you take? I bet I'd be sloth or envy) Dannie7 (*backs away slowly* Fine fine! You can have him! Geez…but can you share with Pansy for the sake of the fic? LoL, jk) casper (hello again jenn! Tee hee, see u on TOD) bellus-qui (LoL, Ginny was a healer for Halloween, and thank you so much! I love your fic too!) Auraquilus (wow thank you! I tried to get them as much in character as I could so that was great to hear) txt-eva (yay! Someone loves me! *blows on a kazoo in celebration*) Scroll Writer (thank you! I had trouble deciding whether to do first or third, and I did third until about halfway through. It was a pain having to go back and change all the pronouns!!!) kimberly4270 (thank you SO much! Here's your continuation!) Lee Velviet (omg thank u SO much for reviewing for me, that was fantastic of you. and wow, those comments made my day THANK YOU very very much!!!)
Wow, that took awhile. Thank you, all of you!! This is so great. In this chapter, by the way, there will be a lot more Draco thoughts, so I'm sorry to all those Ginny fans! But, I am making this chapter MUCH longer…it just needs the extra length, you know? No you don't because you haven't read the stupid thing. Ok then! On to Ginny and Draco, and the second sin…Lust.
LUST
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(Ginny's POV)
I woke up the next morning in my dorm, the sunlight streaming in, unwelcome. I groaned and put my hands over my eyes in a feeble protest and heard a cheery, "Good morning Gin!" I looked up and grinned.
"Ronald Weasley in a girl's dormitory!" I feigned shock and he laughed good naturedly.
"It's not the first time m'lass", he said winking and I screwed up my face in horror.
"Ew Ron did not need to know that!" I said, rolling over.
"Oh come on Ginny, you know I was kidding!"
"But were you?" I turned over, serious. He turned completely pale and I giggled. "Don't worry, I won't tell Mum. What are you doing here anyway?"
He genuinely looked surprised now. "I would've thought that was obvious," he said. "Don't you remember?" I shook my head. "You fell asleep on the window ledge outside Hufflepuff Landing, you know, outside the painting of the picnic?"
I was confused. "I fell asleep? Oh damn, I hadn't meant to do that." He chuckled.
"Lucky I came along really or you'd be waking up in your healer clothes to a crowd of worried Hufflepuffs," he remarked.
"Well thank you," I said, turning back over. "Now let me sleep."
"No way! We're having a post Halloween party and you can't miss it." I leapt out of bed, furious, throwing robes every which way in order to find the right one.
"A party! Why didn't you tell me? You great prat you know I love par-" I stopped at the amused look on his face. "You idiot! There is no party is there?" He shook his head, completely immersed in laughs. "Oh you!" I stormed into the bathroom and I heard him leave, laughing. "Moron," I said, shaking my head and looking into the mirror.
I looked a mess. My hair was everywhere, my mascara was on my cheeks (Ron didn't take it off of course) and there were dark circles under my eyes. I squinted as I splashed water on my face and remembered why I was on that stupid window ledge in the first place.
I was crying. I softened as the memory came back into my mind. I was crying about…oh sod it, I can't remember. I shoved the toothbrush in my mouth and froze as I recalled another detail. He was there. Him and his…piercing gray eyes, his tall frame. His blonde hair, adorably ruffled, although it was probably by that Parkinson wench. His totally kissable lips…wait a minute UGH! I looked at my reflection with disgust.
"Oh Ginny, you've lost it now," I muttered, spitting into the sink. "This is Draco Ferret Malfoy we're thinking about here, aren't you supposed to be thinking about Harry instead?"
"What was that about me?" I heard a deep voice say. I whirled around, wiping my mouth hurriedly.
"Harry! What are you doing in here?" I exclaimed, surprised.
He shrugged. "Well, I knew the girls' password so I figured I'd come up and see what was taking you so long."
Since when have you cared where I was? You always seem to ignore me, wonder why that is you pompous freak! I thought bitterly, and to my horror, his face twisted oddly. "Damn, did I say that out loud?!?" I said in shock.
"Yeah…yes you did," he said, looking utterly confused. "Err…I'll just be going now, shall I?" He scarpered quickly and I sighed in frustration. Now it would be all over the school that Ginny Weasley had insulted the great Harry Potter; though I waited long enough to say anything! Looks like a fun filled day for me, I thought gloomily as I exited the bathroom.
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(Draco's POV)
"Christ, what a headache!" I groaned, slowly getting up. I rubbed my temples in pain and looked at my wristwatch. "10:00? Bloody hell…" I rose (Malfoys never rush) and starting pulling on my loose khakis I practically live in. Comfortable. I went over to my bathroom, way too lazy to pull on a shirt *Draco fans swoon*, and slammed the door behind me.
Being a Prefect has its perks. My bathroom is elegantly tiled with green, and has a large snake pattern on the floor. The Community Prefect Bathroom is behind Boris the Bewildered, but me, being a Malfoy, am far superior to washing with other people. I hadn't gotten Head Boy of course, that went to Noble Scarhead Potter, the people's saint. I snorted and gargled some water, thinking to myself. My father had been furious when I hadn't been promoted to the coveted Head spot, and had gotten the worst beating ever. I gingerly prodded my forearm; the bruise was still as visible as Father's Dark Mark. I grimaced and spat out the water, coming up to look at my reflection (A/N: Ah, our morning routines…too bad they're all the same…LoL). I didn't look half bad, or at least that's what everyone tells me. Except that Weasley bitch. But I don't care about her anyway. I eyed my reflection critically before storming out of the bathroom in a temper.
Why doesn't she find me alluring? Why isn't she caught up in my sexy charms like everyone else? Probably still mooning over Potter, I thought resentfully, and immediately hit myself for even thinking about the red-haired vixen.
The slam of the door made me wince. "Damn head!" I muttered. I thought back and remembered my repeated shots of Ogden's Firewhiskey while pretending to listen to Pansy prattle on and on about her Daddy's estate party. "Definitely worth the headache," I said, grinning slightly, remembering the welcomed sensation of not being able to hear Pansy any longer. I went over to my tall chest of drawers and opened the third one violently. My neatly folded designer shirts peered out at me. Scanning them quickly and critically I caught the designer's names; Celestia Marlow, James Friedman, Rita Pinehurst…I grabbed at a Celestia Marlow shirt and pulled it on over my head, slamming the drawer shut with one quick motion. I have great pleasure in slamming things- almost as much as snagging some unsuspecting girl. Almost. I smirked my favorite and trademark smirk and went over to the mirror.
Mother had always loved this shirt. My eyes narrowed in pain as I remembered…Mother had died that past summer of a "heart disease." If she died of a heart disease I'm Harry Potter's biggest fan, I thought gloomily as I tore his eyes away from the mirror. My memories floated back to my head, unbidden.
"Oh Draco honey, that shirt is so perfect! Goes with your eyes you know…that gray you never see anymore. You got that from my side, you know," she said, gazing affectionately at him.
I grunted embarrassedly. "Mother, not here," I said, looking back into the mirror.
"Why not? Mrs. Gladrag's a good friend of ours, she won't mind," she said, laughing.
"I mind," I said grudgingly. Her face fell, and so did my conscience at the sight. "Mother, I didn't mean-"
"I know darling," she sighed. "It's just lately I-" I waited for her to continue, but she smiled brightly instead. "Never mind. Come on, try the Krystal Colane trousers now!"
"Mother," I said gently. "If there's anything you need to…you know…" I broke off, uneasily.
"Yes dear," she said, smiling through tears. "I'll come to you."
A loud, annoying knock interrupted my painful thoughts. "What the hell do you want?" I snapped. I hate it when people interrupt me, it's incredibly ill-mannered.
The door creaked open. "A picture, Mr. Malfoy?" came the timid squeak. I let out an impatient sigh. Ever since the third Creevey brother had been accepted at Hogwarts and sorted into Slytherin, I can't get the annoying little bugger off of my back!
"Get lost, Creevey," I spat, opening the door to face a small, brown haired boy. Little wimpy thing, really.
"Just one?" he pleaded, holding up the dreaded camera.
"No!" I said firmly, and I closed the door.
"And could you sign it 'For Malcolm?'" he squeaked through the door.
"I mean it Creevey, I will NOT let you watch our Quidditch practice if you insist annoying me!" I said menacingly through the door. I heard a gasp and then a shuffling of feet. Sneering, I collapsed on my bed, exhausted. Stupid prat should be chasing some girl, not me for God's sakes! Maybe that Weasley girl, Lord knows the whole school expected her and Colin Creevey to get together, so why not his annoying younger counterpart? That would get him off of my hands…No, I thought automatically, he can't have her, 'cause she's mine. What?!? I sat straight upright, surprised. A pause…
Now, where did I put those damn anti-hangover tablets? I think irritably.
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(Ginny's POV)
After agonizing over what to wear (Muggle black pants, green sweater), I trotted down the steps into the Entrance Hall, soon walking into the Great Hall. I breathed in the scents of pancakes, an American breakfast dish that we've adapted, Belgian waffles, toast, and my favorite, French toast. I happily sat at the Gryffindor table, by myself though, and slopped some onto a warm plate. I heard some sniggers.
"So she's not anorexic…must be going to throw it all up later, I suppose." I felt a jab of pain go through me as I dropped the syrup ladle back into the pot. I turned around slowly and met the mocking gaze of Blaise Zabini (A/N: I know everyone's in debate about whether it's a girl or boy; personally, I think it's a girl, so that's what she is here, ok?). It wasn't my fault I'm skinny; that's just the way my whole family is! I bit my lip and turned back around, staring at the small mound of French toast on my plate. I didn't seem so appetizing anymore. I pushed it away from me and looked up and down the table.
Hermione, Ron and Harry were laughing, Hermione and Harry's Head Boy and Head Girl pins blinding me when the sunlight bounced off of them. Ron's Prefect badge was smudged and dirty, and despite my dour mood, I grinned. The twins had only just stopped teasing him now since he was made a prefect last year. Hermione flicked her hair behind her shoulders and I saw Ron stare at her appreciatively. I grimaced inwardly at the expression; she controlled him like a dog walker! Harry's eyes danced behind his glasses, but when I looked closer, I saw them darting towards me. I scowled darkly and slammed some orange juice down my throat. He looked away uncomfortably and smiled at his friends again.
My morning, so far, was a terrible waste of time. I looked around boredly, picking up a mug of steaming coffee, and drank it slowly. All of a sudden, a flash of blond hair caught my gaze, and I looked quickly to the owner. My breath caught in my throat as I drank in his appearance like my morning coffee.
Draco Malfoy. Most desired man in Hogwarts, and for once, I got why. His steely gray gaze, his 6'2" frame, his perfect cheekbones…damn, that's the second time in two hours! Although, I thought, smiling mischievously, he is rather hot. I'm only female, after all. I looked up from the brown rim at the bottom of my mug and almost gasped as I met his stare. He was staring at me. I turned around. Maybe that pretty Ravenclaw, Padma Patil, was standing right behind me. That would explain it; she was very pretty and mysterious, definitely Malfoy's kind of girl. Instead, I saw Neville opening a parcel from his grandmother. Not exactly Draco material. I giggled at the thought and turned back around, setting my mug on the table. I looked to the Slytherin table. He was gone.
Shit, I thought, scowling. The one time I actually want the annoying bastard around and he disappears. Just my luck. I rewound mentally-
The one time I actually want the annoying bastard…
I want Malfoy? Damn this is complicated. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. This is just a phase. No one needs know about it. It'll go away, it's bound to; he's such a jerk, how can it not? Why would I want to…kiss him or something? My stomach flipped at the image. No! Just...shut up Virginia Weasley!
When he came back in, I knew the cause was lost. I was completely in lust for Draco Malfoy, evil heir to the Malfoy estate. Peachy.
"Just one kiss," I muttered to myself. "Just one, that's it, I swear!"
"Huh?" I looked to my right and saw Colin sitting there, clutching his camera.
"Colin!" I said in surprise. "When did you get here?"
"I've been here for ages!" he said breathlessly. "I took a picture, I hope you don't mind, you just looked so…thoughtful, you know?"
"no, I don't," I snapped. "Please Colin, no more bloody pictures!" He looked at me I surprise.
"OK, fine. See you in Charms." He scurried off to Harry.
Oh goody, I thought sarcastically. Whoa, I can think sarcastically? …Cool.
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(Draco's POV)
I did end up finding them of course, that Summoning Spell is really useful at time. I gulped three down (it was a really BIG headache you understand) and went down to the Great Hall, my stomach rumbling with hunger. Sauntering through the doorway, my heart froze.
The angel from last night was sitting here. In Hogwarts. In front of me! The audacity!
I don't know what I was expecting, I mean, I did figure out she was a Weasley, but somehow I had tried to make myself believe it was a mirage, someone that would never come back. But sure enough, there she sat, at the Gryffindor table, all alone, sipping something from a white chipped mug. I almost stopped right there, just to look at her. Her delicate porcelain features, those cute freckles that splashed her nose…Good God Draco you sound like a bloody Valentine's card! I said to myself sternly. I sat down and nodded a greeting to Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle. Pansy beamed while Crabbe and Goyle grunted in return. That was the best I was going to get. I sat myself down and put some eggs on my plate, eyeing them hungrily. Yum, fried eggs! (A/N: ick. I HATE fried eggs…)
But dammit, just as I was about to enjoy my eggs, I looked up and met her mahogany brown gaze. I was trapped. I couldn't stop, I just…stared back. What else was I supposed to do? As I stared, the only thing I could think about was how good it would feel to have her lips on mine, and how her hair felt.
Another mental slap and I went back to my breakfast. That damn red hair blocked my vision.
I need to kiss her. Once. Then this mad craving will be over and done with and I can forget this ever existed. Sounds good. Yeah alright…
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(Ginny's POV)
After breakfast, I hurried out to get to Charms, my first lesson. I muttered a quick spell and the tip of my wand became a brush. I brushed it through my hair quickly and it fell on my shoulders in soft waves. Ah, the advantages of a charmed hairbrush!
I was just turning into the hallway where you go past the dungeons when a strong hand clamped itself around my mouth. I screamed bloody murder, but obviously no one heard me.
"Shut up Weasley if you know what's good for you!" I widened my eyes in horror. I could imagine my captor smirking like he always does as he replied to my muffled protest, "Yes, it's me. Now stop screaming and I won't hurt you." He took his hand off of my mouth and I eyed him, scowling.
"What are you doing?" I asked impatiently, trying to ignore the irresistible smell of cologne that enveloped him. He's a total asshole, and I was stuck in a drafty corridor with him. What was I supposed to think?
"Nothing," he said, shoving his hands in his pockets, dropping his gaze to the stone floor. I raised my eyebrow. I love doing that.
"Then I'll just be going," I said, turning around. As I started walking away, I felt his hand on my shoulder turning me back around, and before I knew it his mouth was on mine and reality ceased to exist. I dropped my books and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him back passionately. Just standing there in that damp hallway, kissing him, made more sense than anything in the world…at the time.
After maybe a minute, he broke away abruptly, and I saw something flash in his eyes that was alien to his face; fear. Without a word, he strode away, his robes flapping behind him, leaving me in the hallway.
I watched with blurred vision as his cloaks rounded the corner. Words came up my throat but I swallowed them painfully, a lump in my throat as his comforting smell left me, alone. I slowly bent down to pick up my books and leaned against the wall. I slid down and started silently crying.
Wow that was a tough chapter to write. I know the D/G action went a little fast, but that was intentional, I promise- it's crucial for future chapters, honest! Please review!
~Raven Black~