Gutterflower

"Truth is a Whisper"



Rendezvous with Draco happened for a long time - nearly 4 months before she accepted his apology and decided that things could really be fixed between them. All the while, Ginny had worn that serpent necklace and never took it off. Draco was so pleased that he had been forgiven by Ginny that he picked her up, spun her around and gave her a kiss on the cheek.


From the time it took for Ginny to realize that Draco was, indeed, sincere, Ginny had managed to get a large jewelry box full of jewelry, new clothing and sets of robes, random objects, and of course, much attention from Draco. Although she hadn't depleted his money stores like she figured she would've in the beginning, there was still quite a hefty sum of money that Draco had spent on her. He never once complained… but he did make opinions known on certain objects and clothing. Who would've thought?


To celebrate her acceptance of his apology, Draco called and reserved a table at the fanciest restaurant in Diagon Alley… or so he said. Ginny felt a little skeptical at first, but since she would be with Draco, she didn't feel it very long. Since they had been around each other so much, Ginny felt herself grow closer and closer to the bitch-boy, Malfoy. It was hard not to, when staring into those steely-gray eyes that, well, had changed for the better, transforming out of their emotionless haze into one of deep caring.


"Here… I bought you something to wear tonight," Draco said, pulling out a box wrapped in tissue papers. Ginny arched a slender eyebrow and grabbed the box from him. "I thought you'd want something… special?"


She peeled the tissue paper off of the box. "Are you suggesting, Draco Malfoy, that I don't have the clothing to look presentable at a place filled with aristocratic snobs like you?" Ginny looked up into Draco's face. He frowned at her. "I'm joking, Draco."


"That's not funny, weasel."


Ginny dropped the box onto the floor. "Don't call me that!" she shouted at him. She aimed a kick for his shin, but he moved aside. He had gotten a lot of that, lately. Every time Draco said something in even a slightly joking matter, Ginny seemed to take it a bit too seriously, and always aimed an assault upon him. The first few times it had happened, he got a few good bruises, but now he was too used to it to stand there and wait for the actions to come.


Though, her curiosity caught the better of her, and Ginny picked up the box and tore it open. She pulled out a dress. A regular, ordinary dress.


Shooting Draco a look, she unfolded the dress to get a better look at it. No, it wasn't an ordinary dress. It was much too beautiful, much too expensive. The neckline was low and came down below her shoulders, as there were no direct sleeves - only little wraps of fabric that were connected to the dress to put around the uppermost part of her biceps. The length of the dress fell down to the middle of her skin, with a slit up the side of the dress that ran all the way up to the top of her thigh on the left side. The color of the dress was a dark burgundy, and the label donned a designer name.


"Wha…?" she began to ask him. He put up his hand, silencing her.


"No questions, Weasley. Just wait and see."


She grumbled and gently placed the dress over her arm. "Fine. I'll go and change, then." Ginny turned away from Draco and walked into the bathroom to change. Why had Draco given her a muggle-styled dress? She frowned at it, sitting on the bathroom counter. She was in Draco's personal bathroom in Malfoy Manor. Sometimes the two of them met at the Burrow - when the rest of the Weasley's were gone, that was, and then sometimes they would meet at Malfoy Manor. Draco practically had a wing of the manor all to himself, and he wasn't often intruded upon, so… It was a good place to meet.


Ginny slipped out of her regular clothes - a t-shirt and a regular pair of jeans, and looked down the dress. "Alright beast," she said to it, picking it up off of the counter. "We're gonna do this my way, you hear me?" She slipped into the dress and grunted as she attempted to pull it up. Oh, the woes of being a woman!


When the dress and Ginny settled down, and Ginny was securely in place (she had needed to take off her brassier because it would've been noticeable while wearing the dress), she looked at herself in the mirror. If the dress had been zipped up, it would've clung a little more, but from what she could tell, she looked positively radiant in it. The slit up the side of her dress showed off her leg, and the dress curved wonderfully at her hip. It made her look ten times more important, and even more importantly, better looking.


She picked up a bottle at the side of the counter, opened it, and sniffed. It smelled like Malfoy. She grinned and put a little on herself. It was a comforting smell, Malfoy. If she got nervous or disoriented at all, she could just take a deep breath… and she would remember that Draco was with her, and she had no need to worry. Ginny frowned, though, while putting the bottle back. Now to the hard part…


The dress still needed zipping up.


Ginny grabbed the zipper and wrestled with it, trying to pull it up along her backside. It simply wouldn't budge - mostly because Ginny's arm had twisted into a hurtful knot while trying to move it up along her. She grumbled, jumped up and down… even tried hexing the zipper without her wand, but to no avail. She could hear Draco's voice on the other side of the door, saying, "Having a bit of a problem? What's taking you so long?"


There was no way of possibly getting around it. Ginny gave up trying to zip the zipper herself and opened up the bathroom door. Draco took the sight of her in and grinned. She felt the heat rising up into her face. Blasted Weasley genes…


"Um…" she said, looking and feeling bashful. "Could you help me?" Ginny turned around, exposing her back to Draco.


The sight of Ginny's exposed back sent shivers up Draco's spine. Her milky white flesh was totally exposed to him, and she trusted him to see it. He grinned in spite of himself and moved closer to her, noticing that she wasn't wearing support. With incredibly control over himself, trying to calm his slightly shaking hands, Draco zipped up the back of the dress.


Ginny turned back around and looked at him. He took the full sight of Ginny in the dress, the shiver once again coursing its way through his back. She looked positively radiant. Her hair was down, brushing against her shoulders in soft curls, the dress clung to her every curve in a modest sort of way, and the upper part of her chest was exposed. He smiled. She was still wearing the necklace he had given her so long ago, and it was visible now that there was no shirt to cover it up.


"What?" Ginny asked, finally breaking the awkward silence that had settled about Draco's room. She glared at him. "Do I look that bad?"


"No," Draco answered sincerely. "You look gorgeous."


"You'd better not be lying to me, Draco, or I'll-"


"Or you'll what?" Draco stepped closer to Ginny. She glared up at him, stepped a bit closer, and puffed her chest out against his. Draco took his turn to arch an eyebrow. "Very menacing, little girl."


Draco bent down a little and his forehead met Ginny's. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him. Ginny made a muffled noise, but clung onto Draco. "You know," she said after a few moments of being held by the man that she twice so despised. "This isn't so bad."


Ginny gave Draco's midriff a squeeze and buried her head into his chest, dissolving into tears. Draco, stunned, put his hands into Ginny's hair and attempted to comfort the girl. Why she was crying, Draco hadn't a clue, but he thought it better to, for the moment, comfort her instead of asking questions that might make her snap at him. He rocked the girl back and fourth, gently rubbing on the exposed flesh of her upper back and playing with tendrils of her hair.


The crying stopped after a few long minutes and Ginny looked back up at Draco, her face streaked with tears, her eyes looking pouty and filled with unsaid emotion. He secretly wondered what she was thinking, and what had driven her to cry, but instead of asking her any questions, he placed a tender kiss on her forehead. Ginny whimpered and grabbed the sides of his face, pulling it down.


Lips placed upon lip, Ginny pulled Draco into a thick, passionate kiss. Surprised, Draco pulled away and looked down at her again, expecting her to be laughing at him, ready to strike him with some vindictive phrase or hurtful name, but none of that came. Instead, Ginny wore a mask - a mask that showed nothing, until he looked into her eyes.


He lowered himself back to her lips and pressed his against hers again, locking them together. What had started out as a tender, emotional kiss turned into a passionate, hot kiss and a mixture of messed up emotions. Draco wrapped his arms around Ginny's waist and pulled her closer to him, slamming their bodies into one another. Ginny gave a small grunt, but instead of trying to pull away, she opened her mouth to invite Draco's willing tongue.


While locked in a passionate kiss, their hands roamed over each other's clothed bodies. Ginny groped at Draco's covered torso and pulled the shirt away from his body, putting her hands underneath the fabric to roam around his taunt skin. Draco shuddered and pressed his lips more firmly against hers. Draco found the zipper to her dress and began to pull it down.


Ginny broke the kiss and looked into Draco's eyes. She gave a small, feeble nod, and pressed her lips once more to his. Draco unzipped the back of her dress, but made no move to pull it off of her. Instead, he abandoned her lips and kissed his way from her jawline down to the hallow of her neck and shoulders. His lips found their way over her soft flesh, his tongue licked and tasted her - it was something that he should've done the first time around, he chided himself.


The redheaded girl gave a small groan, urging Draco on. He kissed the area right above her cleavage - the place where the fabric of the dress had begun to cover the rest of her - before pulling the dress down from her front. Little by little, he pulled the dress down from her, kissing his way through the area between her breasts while he removed the garment. The dress slipped from her hips, and Ginny made to get out of it while Draco continued to kiss at her exposed flesh.


This was what Ginny had wanted, this was what Ginny had craved. There she was, standing in the middle of Draco Malfoy's chambers, and he was giving her exactly what she needed and wanted. It felt deliciously sinful, and Ginny arched her back into Draco's kisses. Oh, how long she had craved for this…


Draco had begun moving back up her body again, and was kissing at her neck. Ginny gave an excited gurgle deep within her throat and from the kisses, she felt Draco laughing. She pushed Draco away and stared at him, giving him a look that said 'I-don't-find-this-funny-so-why-do-you?'


"You're being unfair, you know," Ginny said, watching him look amused. He gave a small chuckle. "You're getting to do everything, and I-"


Draco pulled off his shirt. Ginny put her hands on his chest and looked up at him. His lips curved into an amused chuckle. "Is that more like it?"


She nodded and moved her fingers along the skin of Draco's chest and stomach. It was hard and taunt beneath her touch, and she felt an all too familiar pull at her lower stomach. She bent down a little bit and gave his chest a little lick, feeling Draco shiver beneath her administrations.


Strong hands grasped her back end and pulled Ginny upwards. Ginny wrapped her legs around Draco's middle and put her arms around his neck. He walked toward the bed and gently laid her on it, slowly moving over her and undoing his trousers at the same time. There was a hungry look in his eyes, as well as Ginny's.


"Draco, I-" she tried to say. The rest of what she meant to say was chopped off by the sudden contact of Draco's lips over her own. She grunted, but melted into the kiss, feeling her panties being slid off by Draco. She wiggled a little to help him get them off and gave Draco's neck a little squeeze with her arms.


An upward thrust made the two acquainted once again, and with a wet, tender and passionate kiss, they went at it into the night.


*****



The two laid in Draco's bed, covered up by his rather large comforter. Ginny had her head on Draco's chest, and Draco was playing with stray strands of her hair while she slowly fell asleep. Draco didn't mind, though. In fact, he was elated, surprised, and intrigued. Ginny really did feel something for him, other than mad hatred.


He shifted slightly and moved Ginny's head off of his chest. The light was still burning and it was distracting him - it needed to be turned off. He couldn't stand sleeping with the light on. It drove him insane. He placed Ginny's head rather carefully on a pillow beside his own and threw the comforter off of himself, intent on making it to the light switch to turn it off and to come back to his nice, warm bed, feeling elated and warm, to fall asleep next to the girl that he now knew he loved.


He was out of the bed and making his way around it when Ginny snapped awake. She looked strangely panicked. She checked each side of the bed next to her to make sure that Draco was there, but sensing his presence was gone, she dissolved into tears. She clutched at the sheets.


"Gin…! Ginny!" he called to her, watching her grasp his bed linens. "Ginny, I'm right here."


She gave a frightened squeak and looked up at him. Her tears stopped falling from her eyes, but there were still some sliding down her face. "I… I thought…"


Draco climbed back into the bed next to the frightened girl. "I'm right here, Ginny. I was just going to turn off the light. I can't sleep when the light's on."


She gave a feeble nod. Draco climbed out of the bed again and turned off the light switch. The room was flooded by darkness. He climbed into the bed again and covered himself up with the blanket, still naked from his adventures with Ginny.


Ginny curled up next to Draco the instant he laid back down. He wrapped his arms around her, smiling, even though she couldn't see it. "Don't leave me," she said. Her face was buried into his chest, so the words were hard to hear. "Don't ever leave me."


Draco squeezed her tightly. "I'm right here, Gin. I'm right here, and I'm not planning on going anywhere."


Ginny gave a small sigh. She raised herself to meet Draco's lips once more. Draco pulled back, looking at her through the darkness. "Is that my cologne?"


She laughed. "Yeah."


"You're an odd one."


"I know. Otherwise I wouldn't love you like I do."


*****



Truth is a whisper and only a choice
Nobody hears above this noise
It's always a risk when you try and believe
I know there's so much more than me
Yeah, I got caught in the ruse of the world
It's just a promise no one keeps
And now it's changing while we sleep
And no one can see
You know all I am
Feel this moment in you
You know all I am
Can you teach me to believe in something?
Sometimes you choke on the smell just to breath
I need to question what I need
Rhythm of silence
That beats through your mind
Still you forgot what you deny
Yeah I got caught in the ruse of the world
It's just a promise no one keeps
And now it's changing while we sleep
And no one can see
You know all I am
Feel this moment in you
You know all I am
Can you teach me to believe in something?
Who's the one you answer to?
Do you listen when he speaks
Or is everything for you
And do you find it hard to sleep
Or is it easy on your own?
Will you ever find some peace
Before you're gone…
You know all I am
Feel this moment in you
You know all I am
Can you teach me to believe in something?



A/N: There you have it folks! The end of Gutterflower. Sooner or later I might think of a sequel, so keep your eye posted. Thank you to everyone who's ever read this. I love you!