Soft Touches and Supple Kisses
Ginny sat upstairs on her four-poster, taking off her shoes, and then her stocking, taking a look at her bruised toe, she scowled.
"Ow."
She mumbled, her voice soft and squeaky like that of a toddler. Taking out her wand, she muttered a spell, and some anti-biotics and a bandage found her toe, and Ginny fell back against her bed. Sighing loudly and angstedly. {I don't think that's a word..}
Meanwhile..
Down in the Slytherin Boys' Dorms, sat Draco Malfoy. Wearing a pair of black pyjama pants, and no shirt, sitting up in bed, the curtains drawn around him, he flipped the blade of his pocketknife in, and out, in and out. Each time a soft 'click' was heard. He sighed. For some reason, all that was occupying his mind. Was the color red. But not the deep marroon- ish red of his blood, but more of a crimson. Like the color of Ginny Weasley's hair. Why he was thinking of a Weasley was beyond him. There was just an obsession. She was intoxicating. Addictive. Maybe it was her eyes. Everytime he looked at her, if she was looking up, he always watched her eyes. They were warm and inviting. Something Draco wasn't familiar with. His home had always been cold and uninviting. His parents never paying careful attention to him. It was Manji... His house elf who had cared for him most of his life. Mango was short like all house elves, a dull green color, with humungous brown eyes. Warm. And inviting. Like Ginny's. Draco sighed wistfully, then shook his head and put the knife away.
"I need sleep."
He muttered to himself, then turned out his lamp, and crawled beneath the sheets to fall asleep.
The next morning, Ginny woke up, and stretched. She took her shower, and got her things ready for the first few classes of the day. Heading out of the Gryffindor Common Room, she paused in the corridors to talk to a few friends. After, she headed down the stairs again, only to run into.. You guessed it. DRACO.. Yeah. Okay.
She was knocked back, and stumbled away, grabbing hold of the banister.
"Watch where you're go-.."
Draco trailed off as he saw Ginny glaring at him.
"Ing."
Ginny finished the sentence for him.
"Sorry."
He mumbled, losing his Slytherin-ish composure.
"Whateve-.. Did you.just say SORRY?"
Ginny stared at him, her eyes wide. Never in her entirety at Hogwarts, had she heard a Slytherin apologize.
"Yes." Draco sneered, standing up straight to tower over her. He leaned down, glaring evilly at her. Looks like he gained that 'Slytherin Charm' back.
"And don't expect it again."
Ginny stared up at him, her eyes wide, she was terribly frightened. Draco smirked and lifted a hand swiftly, Ginny flinched thinking for some reason he was going to hit her. But he didn't. Just brought a gentle hand up to brush a few stray strands of hair out of her face. Then. He walked away. Without another word. Ginny stared in utmost horror. Draco Malfoy. Had just. Touched her. Whoa.
It was her last class of the day, and Ginny dragged into Divination. Thank God she found a nice comfy chair in the back she could just fall asleep in. It didn't take long before she fell asleep. But dreamed of nothing interesting. When she woke, class was over, and it was Colin Creevey who had poked her in the back with his wand. She jerked up, then looked around and gathered her things. She muttered a quick thanks to Colin before she slipped down the ladder. Ginny went upstairs, and dropped off her bag.
Draco rolled his eyes at the Golden Gang walking ahead of him. God. What was so great about them? Wow. They only saved the school a couple of times. Woop-de-Doo. He sighed, and went to the dungeons to drop off his bag, before heading off to dinner.
Dinner was normal, nothing out of the ordinary happened.
It wasn't till later that night when things got interesting.
It was around 10:50 when Draco headed onto the grounds. It was dark, very dark, no one was supposed to be on the grounds, but Draco had paid the prefect on guard to let him go outside. He strolled across the black lawn, and to the tree that he had been sitting in when 'She' had disturbed him. He climbed up, and got his robes snagged.
"Dammit!"
He uttered angrily, only to hear a slight shriek and something almost heavy fall on top of him.
"Draco?"
The almost-white-haired boy stared at the figure that was laying across his lap.
"Weasley?. What the hell are you doing here?"
Draco asked, he made no move to shove Ginny off his lap, and was almost upset when she crawled off of him.
"I should ask YOU the same thing."
"I was out for a walk. And I felt like sitting."
"In MY tree?"
Draco couldn't see her, but he could tell she was not pleased.
"Well I didn't assume you were here."
He shrugged, and leaned back on a branch.
"Well it's my tree, you shouldn't be in it anyways."
Ginny growled, leaning against a branch next to Draco's, shaking her head.
"Sorry."
He said sarcastically, looking over at her. His eyes adjusting to the darkness, he stared at her, being able to see her face. She was as beautiful up close as she was from afar.
"Oh shut-"
She was cut off. For some reason, she found herself in Draco Malfoy's arms. And his lips against hers. It was soft, not like she had imagined. Well. Whatever.
He pulled away from her, grinning madly, then leapt off the tree.
"See ya round Weasley."
He was blushing furiously. But the dark hid that. He was so damn cocky. .
Ginny sat upstairs on her four-poster, taking off her shoes, and then her stocking, taking a look at her bruised toe, she scowled.
"Ow."
She mumbled, her voice soft and squeaky like that of a toddler. Taking out her wand, she muttered a spell, and some anti-biotics and a bandage found her toe, and Ginny fell back against her bed. Sighing loudly and angstedly. {I don't think that's a word..}
Meanwhile..
Down in the Slytherin Boys' Dorms, sat Draco Malfoy. Wearing a pair of black pyjama pants, and no shirt, sitting up in bed, the curtains drawn around him, he flipped the blade of his pocketknife in, and out, in and out. Each time a soft 'click' was heard. He sighed. For some reason, all that was occupying his mind. Was the color red. But not the deep marroon- ish red of his blood, but more of a crimson. Like the color of Ginny Weasley's hair. Why he was thinking of a Weasley was beyond him. There was just an obsession. She was intoxicating. Addictive. Maybe it was her eyes. Everytime he looked at her, if she was looking up, he always watched her eyes. They were warm and inviting. Something Draco wasn't familiar with. His home had always been cold and uninviting. His parents never paying careful attention to him. It was Manji... His house elf who had cared for him most of his life. Mango was short like all house elves, a dull green color, with humungous brown eyes. Warm. And inviting. Like Ginny's. Draco sighed wistfully, then shook his head and put the knife away.
"I need sleep."
He muttered to himself, then turned out his lamp, and crawled beneath the sheets to fall asleep.
The next morning, Ginny woke up, and stretched. She took her shower, and got her things ready for the first few classes of the day. Heading out of the Gryffindor Common Room, she paused in the corridors to talk to a few friends. After, she headed down the stairs again, only to run into.. You guessed it. DRACO.. Yeah. Okay.
She was knocked back, and stumbled away, grabbing hold of the banister.
"Watch where you're go-.."
Draco trailed off as he saw Ginny glaring at him.
"Ing."
Ginny finished the sentence for him.
"Sorry."
He mumbled, losing his Slytherin-ish composure.
"Whateve-.. Did you.just say SORRY?"
Ginny stared at him, her eyes wide. Never in her entirety at Hogwarts, had she heard a Slytherin apologize.
"Yes." Draco sneered, standing up straight to tower over her. He leaned down, glaring evilly at her. Looks like he gained that 'Slytherin Charm' back.
"And don't expect it again."
Ginny stared up at him, her eyes wide, she was terribly frightened. Draco smirked and lifted a hand swiftly, Ginny flinched thinking for some reason he was going to hit her. But he didn't. Just brought a gentle hand up to brush a few stray strands of hair out of her face. Then. He walked away. Without another word. Ginny stared in utmost horror. Draco Malfoy. Had just. Touched her. Whoa.
It was her last class of the day, and Ginny dragged into Divination. Thank God she found a nice comfy chair in the back she could just fall asleep in. It didn't take long before she fell asleep. But dreamed of nothing interesting. When she woke, class was over, and it was Colin Creevey who had poked her in the back with his wand. She jerked up, then looked around and gathered her things. She muttered a quick thanks to Colin before she slipped down the ladder. Ginny went upstairs, and dropped off her bag.
Draco rolled his eyes at the Golden Gang walking ahead of him. God. What was so great about them? Wow. They only saved the school a couple of times. Woop-de-Doo. He sighed, and went to the dungeons to drop off his bag, before heading off to dinner.
Dinner was normal, nothing out of the ordinary happened.
It wasn't till later that night when things got interesting.
It was around 10:50 when Draco headed onto the grounds. It was dark, very dark, no one was supposed to be on the grounds, but Draco had paid the prefect on guard to let him go outside. He strolled across the black lawn, and to the tree that he had been sitting in when 'She' had disturbed him. He climbed up, and got his robes snagged.
"Dammit!"
He uttered angrily, only to hear a slight shriek and something almost heavy fall on top of him.
"Draco?"
The almost-white-haired boy stared at the figure that was laying across his lap.
"Weasley?. What the hell are you doing here?"
Draco asked, he made no move to shove Ginny off his lap, and was almost upset when she crawled off of him.
"I should ask YOU the same thing."
"I was out for a walk. And I felt like sitting."
"In MY tree?"
Draco couldn't see her, but he could tell she was not pleased.
"Well I didn't assume you were here."
He shrugged, and leaned back on a branch.
"Well it's my tree, you shouldn't be in it anyways."
Ginny growled, leaning against a branch next to Draco's, shaking her head.
"Sorry."
He said sarcastically, looking over at her. His eyes adjusting to the darkness, he stared at her, being able to see her face. She was as beautiful up close as she was from afar.
"Oh shut-"
She was cut off. For some reason, she found herself in Draco Malfoy's arms. And his lips against hers. It was soft, not like she had imagined. Well. Whatever.
He pulled away from her, grinning madly, then leapt off the tree.
"See ya round Weasley."
He was blushing furiously. But the dark hid that. He was so damn cocky. .