Chapter 2
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She walked down the hall, her crimson curls wild and windblown from being outside at the game, her cloak pulled tightly around her. Still, in his eyes, she couldn't have looked more beautiful. Their eyes locked, and before he could smile, she scowled and walked down the hallway towards the Gryffindor dormitories. Without thinking, he rushed after her, grabbing her arm.
"I need to speak to you, Weasley."
"What, Malfoy? I'm tired and I have loads of homework, I don't have time for your insults," she said, looking thoroughly irritated and thoroughly delicious.
He sighed in frustration. "You." You look gorgeous. You are exquisite. You are the one person that I am forbidden to have and it kills me. He willed himself to say it. "You. you dropped your quill" he said hurriedly, producing an eagle-feathered quill out of the pocket of his well-tailored robe, knowing full well the she couldn't afford something of that quality.
She knew that, too. "No, I didn't Malfoy. Is this one of your games? Make fun of poor, destitute little Weasley who doesn't have enough money to buy nice quills and robes?" she said, her blush clashing brilliantly with her flaming hair.
"No! No. I. er. do you want to go somewhere more private?" he asked, eyeing the crowded hallway and feeling the inquisitive stares.
She started to say no, but then looked up into his silvery-gray eyes. Her own brown ones traveled down his body slowly, to the well-formed chest underneath a dark gray button-down shirt and to the strong legs covered by (obviously expensive) black linen slacks. His robe flowed over it all, held together by a silver serpent clasp with green emerald eyes. After what seemed an eternity, she looked back to his face.
"Alright, then."
He led her up to the East Tower, which would be their meeting place for months to come. There, he whirled her around and kissed her. The kiss was forceful, needy and passionate. She opened her mouth slightly, to protest or to moan he didn't know. Regardless, he used the opportunity to slide his tongue in, and she sighed involuntarily, her hands creeping up to the back of his neck.
"Draco.Draco.Draco.Draco."
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"Draco. Draco. are you up yet?" The plump face of Madam Pomfrey leaned over Draco's fair one.
"What? Buzz off," he said rudely, disappointed that she had awoken him from his pleasant memory. He licked his lips involuntarily.
Poppy frowned. "Well, you have a visitor." She said curtly. Draco watched the door to the infirmary, expecting it to be Pansy or Blaise, one of those girls with the big, watery eyes who were always following him. "And getting thoroughly banged in the process" he thought wickedly. To his surprise, he saw Ginny Weasley enter the room. She saw Draco and her eyes lit up, and she went towards him as fast as she could without seeming desperate.
"I came to see you," she said, aware of Madam Pomfrey watching their every move.
"No kidding," muttered, also eyeing the plump old witch.
"And. Draco, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for Ron getting out of control, and." She took a deep breath, unable to go on. She looked into his eyes, hoping he would see what she wanted to say in hers.
He understood. "Ginny, I know you didn't want to mess up my life, but you really did a damn good job of it," he said angrily, for the first time feeling a painful bruise on the left side of his jaw and wincing slightly when it opened and closed.
Ginny sighed. She stared at the man that she had come to love, the man who had promised to protect her from everything. Before she could stop herself, she said it.
"I love you."
Wait a minute. That wasn't supposed to happen at all! He was never supposed to know that! He knew that she needed him; she had told him many times. But love? No! Weasleys didn't love Malfoys! Never! Ah, but you proved that theory wrong. A voice inside of her said.
He stared at her. "Ginny." his thoughts reeled, all sense forgotten. Seeing that Pomfrey had gone into her office, he pulled Ginny down into one quick, sweeping kiss and broke it off before he went out of control with her. "Gin. I can't. I just. can't. You should leave." He said these words quietly, hoping he could let Ginny down gently, and looking into her eyes for that confirmation of understanding. He found none. Instead he saw so much pain and sadness that he had to look away. He could almost hear her heart breaking.
"You bastard." She said, matching his tone. It was like her heart was ripping in two, and she needed to get out of there. "You fucking bastard." She said, a bit louder. A strangled sob escaped her lips, and she ran out of the infirmary, blindly bumping into students milling about in the hallway. All she could think of was getting to her room, of getting away from all the hurt. She turned a corner, and crashed head-on into another girl, sending them both tumbling to the ground in a twist of arms and legs. Ginny hit her head hard on the cold stone floors. "Shit" she said, gathering the books and quills that had spilled all over the floor. A pale hand joined her, and she looked up, meeting silver eyes and long, pale blond waves.
"I'm so sorry," the girl said. "Let me help you." She picked up a quill and a book on Astronomy and handed them to Ginny.
"Oh. it's alright, I guess." Ginny said, looking at the girl properly. She looked so familiar. "What's your name? I haven't seen you around here" Ginny said politely. "Oh, I'm Antonia. Antonia Malfoy."
(A/N: Right, sorry this is a bit short. It's a transition chapter. Just wait, the real fun is about to start!!)
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She walked down the hall, her crimson curls wild and windblown from being outside at the game, her cloak pulled tightly around her. Still, in his eyes, she couldn't have looked more beautiful. Their eyes locked, and before he could smile, she scowled and walked down the hallway towards the Gryffindor dormitories. Without thinking, he rushed after her, grabbing her arm.
"I need to speak to you, Weasley."
"What, Malfoy? I'm tired and I have loads of homework, I don't have time for your insults," she said, looking thoroughly irritated and thoroughly delicious.
He sighed in frustration. "You." You look gorgeous. You are exquisite. You are the one person that I am forbidden to have and it kills me. He willed himself to say it. "You. you dropped your quill" he said hurriedly, producing an eagle-feathered quill out of the pocket of his well-tailored robe, knowing full well the she couldn't afford something of that quality.
She knew that, too. "No, I didn't Malfoy. Is this one of your games? Make fun of poor, destitute little Weasley who doesn't have enough money to buy nice quills and robes?" she said, her blush clashing brilliantly with her flaming hair.
"No! No. I. er. do you want to go somewhere more private?" he asked, eyeing the crowded hallway and feeling the inquisitive stares.
She started to say no, but then looked up into his silvery-gray eyes. Her own brown ones traveled down his body slowly, to the well-formed chest underneath a dark gray button-down shirt and to the strong legs covered by (obviously expensive) black linen slacks. His robe flowed over it all, held together by a silver serpent clasp with green emerald eyes. After what seemed an eternity, she looked back to his face.
"Alright, then."
He led her up to the East Tower, which would be their meeting place for months to come. There, he whirled her around and kissed her. The kiss was forceful, needy and passionate. She opened her mouth slightly, to protest or to moan he didn't know. Regardless, he used the opportunity to slide his tongue in, and she sighed involuntarily, her hands creeping up to the back of his neck.
"Draco.Draco.Draco.Draco."
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"Draco. Draco. are you up yet?" The plump face of Madam Pomfrey leaned over Draco's fair one.
"What? Buzz off," he said rudely, disappointed that she had awoken him from his pleasant memory. He licked his lips involuntarily.
Poppy frowned. "Well, you have a visitor." She said curtly. Draco watched the door to the infirmary, expecting it to be Pansy or Blaise, one of those girls with the big, watery eyes who were always following him. "And getting thoroughly banged in the process" he thought wickedly. To his surprise, he saw Ginny Weasley enter the room. She saw Draco and her eyes lit up, and she went towards him as fast as she could without seeming desperate.
"I came to see you," she said, aware of Madam Pomfrey watching their every move.
"No kidding," muttered, also eyeing the plump old witch.
"And. Draco, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for Ron getting out of control, and." She took a deep breath, unable to go on. She looked into his eyes, hoping he would see what she wanted to say in hers.
He understood. "Ginny, I know you didn't want to mess up my life, but you really did a damn good job of it," he said angrily, for the first time feeling a painful bruise on the left side of his jaw and wincing slightly when it opened and closed.
Ginny sighed. She stared at the man that she had come to love, the man who had promised to protect her from everything. Before she could stop herself, she said it.
"I love you."
Wait a minute. That wasn't supposed to happen at all! He was never supposed to know that! He knew that she needed him; she had told him many times. But love? No! Weasleys didn't love Malfoys! Never! Ah, but you proved that theory wrong. A voice inside of her said.
He stared at her. "Ginny." his thoughts reeled, all sense forgotten. Seeing that Pomfrey had gone into her office, he pulled Ginny down into one quick, sweeping kiss and broke it off before he went out of control with her. "Gin. I can't. I just. can't. You should leave." He said these words quietly, hoping he could let Ginny down gently, and looking into her eyes for that confirmation of understanding. He found none. Instead he saw so much pain and sadness that he had to look away. He could almost hear her heart breaking.
"You bastard." She said, matching his tone. It was like her heart was ripping in two, and she needed to get out of there. "You fucking bastard." She said, a bit louder. A strangled sob escaped her lips, and she ran out of the infirmary, blindly bumping into students milling about in the hallway. All she could think of was getting to her room, of getting away from all the hurt. She turned a corner, and crashed head-on into another girl, sending them both tumbling to the ground in a twist of arms and legs. Ginny hit her head hard on the cold stone floors. "Shit" she said, gathering the books and quills that had spilled all over the floor. A pale hand joined her, and she looked up, meeting silver eyes and long, pale blond waves.
"I'm so sorry," the girl said. "Let me help you." She picked up a quill and a book on Astronomy and handed them to Ginny.
"Oh. it's alright, I guess." Ginny said, looking at the girl properly. She looked so familiar. "What's your name? I haven't seen you around here" Ginny said politely. "Oh, I'm Antonia. Antonia Malfoy."
(A/N: Right, sorry this is a bit short. It's a transition chapter. Just wait, the real fun is about to start!!)
