There's A Thin Line Between Love & Hate
Hard PG-13/Soft Rated R - Individual Chapter
Seven
Red petals, dead roses
The intensity had broken completely. Instead, the air was filled with utter disbelief and shock. For a moment, the couple sat on the couch, their hands tied together, while a silver haired male stood before them, dressed in sleek, shiny green robes, which Ginny had to admit, made him look rather dashingly sexy. But she couldn't concentrate on that now. She had read these things happened in romance novels, she had seen them in muggle movies, but she had never experienced it herself so suddenly, and now it felt like pure nothing. It was like a blur, like she didn't know what was happening and it was happening in slow motion of a different kind, a silent movie, a VERY silent movie.
"I have to go," said Ginny hurriedly, letting go of Charles's hand. She picked up her purse from the small round table near them, and walked passed Draco without meeting his eyes. As she unlocked the door and slammed it behind her, she walked down the steps quickly, and ignoring the footsteps that started behind her, she finally got onto the main floor, and opened the door and dashed out onto the cold, freezing air.
Groaning at the fact that she had forgotten her coat, she stood on the sidewalk, her arms around her chest, shivering. There was a sudden pause as cars rode by, and she waited until one stopped to let her go. Just as she was about to step out of the sidewalk, she was covered by a sudden warmth of fur, and she smiled. It felt so soft around her shoulders, wrapped around her body...
She sighed, and felt a body pressed against hers.
"Who is he?" the question was asked clearly, with no emotion. Ginny didn't let go of the smile. She sighed once more and closed her eyelids, enjoying the warmth.
"Charles," she answered.
There was a long pause, and Ginny felt addicted to the faint scent of cologne that was reaching her nostrils, and the arms around her midriff, squeezing tightly.
"Why didn't you tell me, though?" his voice more harsher.
"I - well, I hadn't seen you for a long time, Draco! I can't just fill you on in my life just because we barged right into each other's lives!" she said, her fingers wrapped around his hands.
"Barged into each other's lives? Is that what you call it?" he said, his voice in a mere jealous rage.
"Hey, I am not the one that ran away! I am not the one that was so damn fucking immature that I couldn't get it through my friggin thick head that I actually was in love with someone okay!" Ginny snapped, letting go of their embrace, turning to face him.
"My friggin thick head? What about your friggin thick head? Okay, you're married, I get that. You see the love of your life since all those years and you go to cry to some lunatic that tried to rape you? Seriously, Weasley!" he spat.
"Oh, so now it's Weasley, isn't it? You are so immature, you stupid - you - you little prick! By the way, 'okay you're married, I get that'? What the fuck drug are you on, Malfoy? We can't just take off our wedding rings and go wham bam thank you ma'm alright! I am committed to a marriage, for God's sakes! We're insane, we seriously are!" Ginny cried, her eyebrows furrowed into puzzlement.
"Don't tell me you're happy with that - that - little cunt! He's a fucking loser, you can do so much better. Like me," Draco drawled haughtily, smirking.
Slap.
A sudden pricking pain was rising in his right cheek, and he was sure it looked red.
Grinding his teeth in anger, he glared at her.
"That little cunt is my freaking husband, you're talking about, Draco Malfoy! And what about you? And your little bitch of a wife? Sleeping with my husband? And telling me I couldn't get the job?" she shrieked.
"What the fuck are you talking about!"
"Jenna! Jennasise Malfoy, your friggin wife, damnit! She went off fucking my Harry Potter, so who's the slut now?"
There was such a long pause that Ginny actually heard Draco breathe a little heavier.
"She did You mean, your not.. pregnant?" he asked, his voice cracking slightly.
Ginny bit her lip. "What? Where the hell did that come from? But anyways, the answer to your first question...Yes. We're both losers, Draco. They cheated on us both."
"Oh."
"What are we going to do now?"
"You tell me, Weasel. I thought you were brilliant," Draco snarled sarcastically.
Ginny bit her lip harder. "Why do you have to be so damn immature - you - Draco Longbottom?" she said with inspiration, and grinned.
Draco's eyes widened, and he fought back a grin himself.
"Remember who you're playing against, Ginny Malfoy."
She closed her eyes, the faint smile quivering on her lips.
"Don't call me that," she whispered.
"Ginny Malfoy."
"Stop."
"Sorry, Ginny Malfoy."
"Do you realize how hot this is?" Ginny blurted out suddenly. Draco smirked at her, and laid a hand on her shoulder.
"Same as always, Ginny Malfoy."
"God, you are so infuriating! I hate you!"
"There's a thin line between love and hate," Draco said smugly.
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It was nearly midnight. Where was she? Stop worrying yourself, boy, a voice said wisely in his head, but he shook the thought off, walking around his living room in circles. His shoes were getting ruined, but he didn't give a rat's ass. He was distressed and extremely tired, and his eyes needed sleep to get ready for morning tomorrow, the Ministry would be meeting with another foreign one, and he needed to be up at six a.m. But how could he, when his wife had suddenly vanished? Sure, there were spells to locate her, but if he did, he would lose her trust and her will to be alone and think through things. But what wife would stay out so long? He sighed. He wouldn't use a locator charm until necessary. Unfortunately, necessary would be none other than soon.
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The room was his own room when he was sixteen, and the very own room that he had taken Ginny up to, and let her sleep in, while she was wasted on heavy butterbeer. The little miniscule picture of the mini-malfoy smirk stayed, just for her memory. The room hadn't been visited often, and it was hardly cleaned, because Jennasise thought it would be nice if the house elves did important work, and why waste time ordering them around to wash and clean a room that wouldn't be used for centuries? Jenna had gone shopping, or otherwise, but Draco really didn't care where she was. All that mattered was that he had a beautiful red-haired girl in his arms.
"Ginny, come on, lets get into bed," he whined, whispering in her ear.
Ginny blushed. "Wait! Where's my wand? Let me apparate for a little while, I need to get something!"
"What?" Draco opened his mouth to protest, but she was gone within seconds.
Groaning, he sat on the bed by himself until she appeared again with a pop.
"Close your eyes!" a female voice ordered. Draco quickly closed his eyes, grinning at the things she would be doing while his eyes were closed...
"Okay, you can open your eyes now;" Ginny's murmur came in permit.
He opened them, awaiting to see Ginny naked. Instead, she was wearing a short, black satin nightgown...one that looked so familiar...
"You still have it?" he asked in awe.
Ginny shrugged, looking down.
"Does it look okay?"
"Yes, too bad I want to rip it off you," he muttered.
"Huh?"
"I said, too bad - ah, never mind. Can I rip it off you?" he asked eagerly.
Ginny laughed. "Not yet, lover boy. First, I want us both to take off something."
"Now you're talking," Draco said, raising an eyebrow suggestively.
She giggled. "No. I mean...our wedding rings."
"Oh."
Once the gold bands had been placed on a nearby table, Draco was quickly unbuttoning his shirt while Ginny watched him, memorized. She couldn't remember a time where she had seen Draco Malfoy bare chested, not in her memory anyway. He was absolutely gorgeous. His skin, his flesh made her shiver alone.
While he was busy working on his pants, she slipped the nightgown slightly off her shoulders, she heard a groan from Draco.
"Leave it on," he said smugly. She obeyed, silently watching him trying to undress. His pants were not co-operating nicely, however.
"Fuck it!" he yelled, grabbing her so suddenly that she fell into his arms, and his lips brushed against hers again. She gave a soft sigh, leaning in. Her arms were hanging loosely from his waist, her chest pressed against his. He felt so incredibly soft, it was hard to resist to run one of her hands through his ribcage, feeling his soft, silky skin. She pulled away from the kiss, laying her hands on his waist once more, and letting her lips timidly touch the tips of his neck.
"God, why is your skin so soft?" she whispered, her lips wandering around his chest now.
"My skin may be soft, but one thing is very, very hard..."
"Draco!" Ginny said, punching him on the shoulder.
--==--
The soft, red powder shifted across the flames, and a sudden burning green light flashed throughout it. He had not done many locator charms lately, for the Ministry had been having trouble with them lately.
"Ginny Weasley Potter!" he hissed softly, and stepped into the flames, colors running around him.
The roses that had been placed on the table and put into a vase brought by Harry pleading for an apology from Ginny, fell to the floor, all of them in a red bundle. The water dripped across them, fulfilling the rosy scent and adding the texture detail to it's ruby red color.
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If you haven't read the prequel, "I Lost My Heart To Sin", you probably won't understand what Ginny and Draco were calling each other. I've stopped doing the "Hurt Before" names because the story's not sad enough, even thought the ending is...woops...wasn't supposed to say that. Anyways, I've reached my 100th member to have me on their favorite's author's list.
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Court
