Kiss & Tell

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Disclaimer: Characters belong to JK Rowling. Some settings do too. I own Laurine Malfoy. And Clariese, the hippie-dippie- house elf! Johnny and the Dreamcatcher spell also belongs to me and the title is from Stephen King.

SK: Is this how it's going to be?

DZ: Yes.

SK: Fine. Fine. I'll admit that Lois Duncan novels are more suspenseful than Gillian Cross ones, but that's it.

DZ: What about the Jane Eyre and Gone With The Wind?

SK: WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT FROM ME??!!

Ginny

Um...yeah.

So isn't this a crazy scene? Two enemies, stuck in the future and they suddenly kiss in an lustful embrace. Wow, unexpected. Naturally, as his lips slipped over mine, that ended the kiss, and we were just stuck there, standing and looking at each other. When it was happening, or before it happened, it may have been romantic, but after it was done with, there was no romance whatsoever. In fact, nothing even happened. We were still stuck in the future.

"Wow, Weasley, what a kiss," Draco- Mal - oh what the heck, Draco commented sarcastically.

I glared at him, feeling heat rise up to my cheeks. "Yeah, you too, Malfoy, next time I have a crazy urge to do something insane like that, be sure to send me to Saint M's."

That's when the door opened. Draco and I both turned around and saw a house-elf. Smoking a cigar.

"Err - what the hell?" I whispered, but Draco ignored me completely.

"Clariese...what brings you here?" he asked sternly. The house-elf suddenly looked surprised, as if she had forgotten.

"Oh yes...um, Miss wants you to come down to dinner," the house-elf stated nervously.

"Tell her to go to hell," replied Draco rudely. I widened my eyes, but the house-elf merely grinned and went away.

"That's a weird house-elf," I whispered.

"She's mental," Draco hissed back.

Draco

Okay, so, the kiss wasn't SO bad. I actually enjoyed it. But while I was kissing her I was thinking about one of my ex girlfriends, so I guess we lost our chances of going back to the present.


"Oh well, maybe it's better to stay in the future," I suggested sadly.

"Better? I still haven't - oh God! I want to go back to when I was fifteen! I don't want to lose four years of my life, Draco! Why can't you understand? I want to experience a date - different boys -"

"Sex?"

She glared at me. "Thanks you just ruined an almost civil conversation!"

"Civil?" I raised my eyebrow. "You having a mental breakdown is civil?"

"Argh! I hate talking to you!" she reported, tugging at her hair.

"Look; I don't know what to do, okay? We've already tried!" I was yelling now. I was tired of Ginny and her complaints, I was tired of myself and MY complaints. I was tired of the future. Too much was being revealed to us now. I didn't think I could stand it.

"Tried? Is this what you call trying? Well you'll have to try harder, then!" she shrieked, stomping her foot at the utmost fury.

"Fine! You want trying? I'll give you trying!" I grabbed her by the shoulders harshly and planted my lips on hers again. It felt good to clear my mind and only concentrate on the delicacy that was moving against my mouth - for now, anyway. I pulled my arms around her waist and pushed her against me as she gave a muffled groan and parted her lips slightly for me to enter. She kissed back after a while, with a heated moistioned on her tongue as she moved it across mine, sliding it seductively. This was too much. I pushed her harder against me, gripping her hips so that my nails were digging into the fabric of her dress.

She was pushed backwards into one of the tables in the library - not that she seemed to mind, anyway - and I was suddenly on top of her. In the back of my mind I was vaguely wondering what she looked like naked when she slipped one of her hands in my hair, tugging at it. I groaned and slid my lips from hers to her chin, my tongue wandering down her neck, my breath blowing on her creamy freckled flesh.

Then, she pulled away. I should've known she would do something like that.

"God, Weasel, for the first time I am enjoying myself you get away! What're you, a tease or something?" I snarled at her, extremely frustrated.

She glared at me. "No, I am not a tease! And anyway, 'enjoying yourself', honestly! What am I, a hobby that you do?"

"Not anymore."

Ginny narrowed her eyes dangerously and plucked herself off the table, brushing herself off, avoiding my eyes.

I sighed. "Oh stop the silent treatment, okay? We're stuck in this together. We might as well try."

"'Trying' doesn't include us making love on a library table!" she snapped.

"Who said anything about that?" She didn't answer, she just kept flickering to that dress of hers. I knew I hadn't said it 'exactly' aloud, but it WAS what I was planning to do.

I am a guy, after all.

And anyway, 'Making love?'

"Making love? You sound like...like..." I couldn't find the right word to pass it off.

"A virgin?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Right!" I grinned. I could tell she was trying to restrain a laugh. Well, I am a very funny person if I do say so myself.

"So...who was your first?" she asked casually.

"Excuse me?" I sputtered.

"Oh I am sorry, did I stutter?" she asked, blinking her eyelashes innocently.

"You assume I am going to tell YOU?" I asked in utter disbelief. She shrugged.

"Well since we're stuck you might as well," she said. "Unless...." her voice pondered off.

"Unless what?!" I demanded.

"Nothing."

"No! What were you going to say?" My anger was getting the best of me.

"I was going to say unless you've never had a 'first' if you know what I mean," she said, her eyes twinkling with laughter. "Or maybe because you never did it with a GIRL...."

"Are you implying....?"

"That you're...."

"That I am..."

"Gay?"

She laughed. "You sure seem the type...why you so insecure, huh, baby?" She giggled. I wanted to strangle her - but I also wanted to sleep with her - hmmm slight dilemma, ladies and gentlemen.

"Alright, what about you? Who was YOUR first?" I challenged. She squirmed a bit, I noted in satisfaction.

A blush rose up to Ginny's cheeks. "I've never - what I mean..."

"You're a virgin," I said smugly.

"So what? You probably are too."

I glared at her. "What do you know about me?"

She shrugged. "Not much, but you seem to squirm whenever I ask you about your 'first'."

"Fine! You want to know?"

Ginny looked at me evenly in the eye. "Try me."

"Okay...the seventh year Slytherin that graduated last year. Her name was Julia Rose, remember? The Keeper in the Qudditch team?"

"I think. But how do I know you're not lying?"

"I will prove it to you when we get back to Hogwarts."

"You mean, IF," she corrected me.

Ginny

Since Draco and I had nowhere to go and nowhere else to sleep, we decided to stay at Malfoy Manor until we could figure things out. If we EVER figured things out, that is. Laurine paid no attention to at us at all; which surprised me since she IS Draco's wife. In the article it said she supported him completely. Unless, she had lied.

The Malfoy Manor consisted of about sixty two bedrooms, so Draco lazily drawled that I could choose any one of them I liked...so I did. After I took a shower, I went to the rose-colored decorated bedroom I had seen earlier. Except, one problem. Someone was already on it. Draco.

"What're you doing here?" I hollered in surprise, and the door caught on my hand. I yelped aloud and it magically closed shut and latched itself.

"What - what was that?" I asked.

"Oh God, Weasley, you locked us in!" Draco cried, thoroughly exasperated.

"What? I thought you were rich! How did the door close?"

"It's magically protected! It can close whenever you want but at morning it opens at six o'clock A.M. and that's the only time."

"Why the fuck would your manor be like this?!" I yelled.

"Because - to keep out - never mind!"

"Keep out what?"

"Mind your own business. You have no choice, Weasley, we don't have wands and the door opens at six o'clock A.M."

"This was my room first, so I think I should be able to keep the room!" I argued.

"No! Don't you see my picture right there? This is MY room? At least, until I married, but this is my room anyway!" he protested.

"Argh! So what do you expect me to do? Sleep on the floor?"

"You're used to it at home, aren't you?"

I grinded my teeth. "I wish you were never born," I muttered under my breath.

"Your welcome to share my bed," he offered innocently, waving at it graciously.

"You just want to seduce me," I said, rolling my eyes. "It's never going to work, Malfoy."

"Never say never." He took his wand out and pointed at me. I found myself being pushed with a strong force into the bed. He tucked me into his arms and sighed.

"I love pillows," he mumbled. I squirmed but soon I felt myself drowning into deep slumber.

***

I woke up after midnight I think. Something was wrong. Very wrong. The soft arms that encircled me were filled with heat and sweat. I pulled them off of me and examined Malfoy. He was struggling, pacing forth and back like he was having a nightmare. I checked his forehead and then pulled it off. It felt like fire!

"Draco," I whispered. He squirmed. "Draco, wake up." I shook him a bit before he got up, frown lines creasing his forehead.

"What is it?" he breathed, his eyes about to drop.

"I think something's wrong with you...you're all hot..."

"Huh?" He got up, breathing heavily. "I feel like I am burning."

"I think you have a muggle fever. Oh, this is great! I just hope you don't have SARS," I murmured.

"SARS?" He looked utterly confused. I rolled my eyes.

"Never mind."

I got up from the bed, then remembered the door was closed. "Fuck!" I cursed.

"What's wrong?" he was sitting up now, removing his t-shirt. I stared, then looked away.

"I - I need to give you water or something..." I stumbled.

"It's okay...come here..."

I reluctantly went into the bed again. He started removing the straps of my dress.

"What're you doing?" I asked, flustered.

"Your so cold, I am very hot, get the picture?" he muttered. I closed my eyes as his chin dropped on my bare shoulder and then his lips traveled over my skin. I shivered at how much warmth was coming from him. He clutched me by the waist and pulled me into his lap, his head on top of mine.

"How about a kiss now?" he whispered, his lips catching at the tip of my ear as he talked.

I felt as if I was dreaming. Darkness was all around us, and this was just a quaint little fantasy. Nothing real.

I moved sideways so that his mouth could lower to mine. His toned chest was heaving against mine, settling softly. His lips gently brushed against mine, and I kissed him back, more tenderly as he moved fingers through my hair.

Then, the world exploded beneath us.

Courtney

Hmmm maybe I went TOO far with the last sentence, but...you'll find out what happened (AND IF YOU PAID ATTENTION TO THE STORY, YOU ALREADY KNOW! Yay!)

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