A/N: Hi-diddly-ho. Yes it's me... writing again. But since I don't have an established fanbase…I doubt anyone cares... Perhaps it's easier for me. ^_^ No pressure ya know. Guess who's gonna be 15 soon? Tom Felton... ::swoon:: I'm 4 years older than him. My boyfriend calls me a cradle robber. O.O It's funny indeed.
I was at my best friend's house last night. Everyone in her house with the exception of her father was all crowded around the t.v to watch Inu Yasha. XD I love Inu Yasha. He's so cute with his rotten attitude, doesn't he kinda remind you of another white haired beautiful boy? ^_~ Anyways. I had fun.
My Muse has been pesky lately. Very temper-mental. And He's making me watch Harry Potter over and over again… I've seen it 20 times in the last 4 days.. I shit you not. I'm also taking Kendo! And my bedroom is CLEAN. It's so… uncreative anymore. ;_;
Anyways on with the required legal pewp. [Pewp is my new favourite word. You can take any word that has two O's in it and make it funny or cute…such as pewp or bewb and rewm and fewd. Poop,boob,room, and food.] J.K Rowling owns everything…And those publishing companies too. I'm still waiting for year 5 J.K…. :::Taps her foot impatiently:::
Momentary Lapse In Life – Chapter 3 – Would You Care To Dance Among the Fallen Leaves?
He stalked off to see what was going on. He came across a very odd sight. Growling, He jumped out at Oliver "What are you doing!" He knocked a small black box from his hand. Ginny gasped… "Oliver...?"
Draco's mind screamed 'NO!! What are you doing?!? Ginny…please don't..' His head lowered toward the ground, half tempted to cry. Oliver was slow to react… as usual. "Oh..OH! No no Ginny you got it wrong! I wasn't… It's not…!" Ginny went from a look of shock to one of laughter. "Oh Oliver. I know I know… The waitress at The Three Broomsticks… Jessica right?" Oliver blushed pink to his ears and nodded. Draco's head shot up and he looked at the two laughing and smiling. 'What…the….hell…..' He thought as he sat sprawled out on the floor rubbing the back of his head. 'Wood must be dating one of the waitress' at The Three Broomsticks' Ginny turned a completely around. " YOU, however have some explaining to do." She glared at Draco with her hands on her hips. He swallowed hard. "Oh calm down Little Red Thundering Weasley, it has nothing to do with you." Draco said standing up, dusting off his backside. [a/n: :::assists in dusting his backside::: ^_^] Draco felt ghost hands touching his butt as he looked around. 'Huh? What was that…?' He thought as he looked back to Ginny. "I just…I just….Ah.. nevermind!"
Draco growled as he stuffed his hands into his robes and sulked off. Ginny looked at him and noticed her favourite pin off her robe was attacted to the end of his braid. It was a small pin with a cute little picture of a hamster, Her first pet.
"Wait!" She yelled running after him She must have gotten too much momentum because when Draco turned around to see what the bloody hell she was yelling about… She barreled into him knocking him to the floor. He looked up at her with a very slight pink tinge to his cheeks and the slytherin smirk plastered on his face "My my you certainly are a straight – forward Weasel aren't you." Ginny blinked as her embarrassment and temper took over. "M..m…m…MALFOY! DO NOT ASSUME THINGS!! My pin is stuck to your hair. I would like it back please…" She shook slightly as she lay atop him…making no effort to move. 'Ah.. It doesn't matter why she's with me…just that she is.' His eyes closed as his hand brushed up her back and into her hair. Ginny looked down at him in shock… but not disgust. 'Does he…enjoy this?' She thought as she reached under his head and pulled the pin gently from his braid. He moved so he was half sitting up, leaning on his elbows. He was nose to nose with her. 'He smells so nice.. like mint and men's cologne.' She thought as her hands pushed gently off his thighs "I'm sorry for bothering you." She said in an intensely professional tone. "Oh.. No problem. It was my pleasure." He gave her a lop-sided grin. Pinning her pin back onto her robes, she walked off towards the quidditch pitch. She needed to breathe.
It was a breezy day. The middle of fall. The leaves were all turning to bright oranges and vivid yellows and reds with lots of golds. 'My favourite time of year' Virginia thought as she took a deep long breath of warm fall breeze. She had never really thought of Draco Malfoy, in ,you know, 'that way. It's always been Draco the mean Slytherin, Sworn enemy of Harry Potter, All things good and muggles. He's never really said much to her until just recently. 'I wonder why he seemed to enjoy that compromising position… Oh yes.. He's a boy. I'm not bad looking if I do say so myself. C'mon… I did charm the dark lord.' She thought smugly speaking of the last words unknown to anyone but her and tom. She had been having dreams lately. Dreams of a ghost…that looked exactly like Draco. He would runs his hands through her hair and down her body. He would also pass through her. Normally when a ghost past through a person it would feel cold. But when he did it, it felt hot like burning flames. She would try to hold him into her but he would pass through and her arms would pass through him and close back to her chest. Then she would wake and carry on with life. But those dreams bothered her deep down. What did it mean? Why was it him?
Ginny found Draco to be handsome. She found him attractive but lothed his personality.
Draco followed the red waves of hair outside to the quidditch pitch. It was amazing how much her hair and the changing leaves looked alike. So beautiful indeed. 'This is becoming my favourite time of year' He smiled to himself. A genuine smile that he saved for his mother when she used to teach him to dance. His mother loved dancing. He became a good dancer as a child. When he'd go home for the summer, He would dance with her at just random times. Reminds me of the good old days,he'd say, laughing. 'I want to dance with her now, Mother.' He thought as he watched Ginny taking deep breaths and raising her arms over her head.
She removed her two hairpins from her pocket. They were long wooden and kind of sharp. They had dragons on them. Her brother Charlie had made them while he was in Romania. She twisted her hair up and stuck them through the sloppy bun. A few cascading ringlets had fallen around her face and a few on her back. She smiled toward the setting sun and began to skip back towards Hogwarts. She noticed Draco standing now in front of her. "Hi Virginia." He smiled. That genuine smile. "Do you like to dance?" He asked softly, holding a pale hand towards her.