Stupid Classes! They get in the way of the important writing. Anyway,
sorry that it has been sooooo long. I've had the worst case of writer's
block. Thanks to everyone for there encouragement, excitement and
suggestions. Finals are over in two weeks, so I hope to have the next
chapter out shortly after that.
You know the drill. These characters are in no way, shape or form mine. JK Rowling just lets me play with them, but won't let me keep Draco (*pouts*).
Anyway, just a warning, it's still PG-13, but there is a great deal on innuendo, so considered yourself warned.
Too much information
Ginny was shocked at the expression in Draco's gaze. It wasn't an unfamiliar one. She had seen it before, but it had never been directed at her. She'd seen it between Ron and Hermione, her mother and father, and Fred and Angelina (though the last was usually followed by some sort of explosion in their midst).
It wasn't a leer, or the look of icy indifference he usually gave her. It was.it made her feel.almost cherished, in a way.
Ginny knew she should say something, if no other reason that to discourage Draco from staring, but she couldn't seem to make the move to end the intimate silence that lay between them. It felt right - him looking at her, as if he had every right to take her in with his eyes, mapping out her body as an artist would a sculpture. It shouldn't feel natural for her to be standing half-naked in front of an enemy, her number one enemy that made it his mission in life to make hers miserable. But he didn't feel like an enemy now, or the slimy git that knocked her books down and poked fun at her family. Instead he felt like a, (dare she say it?) lover.
Ginny's struggled to breathe, and suddenly the room became too warm. Draco hadn't moved, hadn't blinked, but had simply taken in the sight before him. Suddenly he was too close..and too far away. The room began to spin as Ginny remained locked in that gaze. Ginny gripped the edge of the table, desperate to hold onto something that felt solid, that made sense at the moment, even as she willed it to go on.
That sudden movement startled Draco out of his reverie. He still was unable to take his eyes off of her, but at least he now realized what he was doing. The way Ginny looked at him, without fear or contempt or disgust, didn't help matters either. It appeared as if she was granting him permission to see her in such a vulnerable and undressed state. Still, he felt he had to say something to break to silence she might misinterpret (or interpret all too correctly), so he blurted out the first thing that came to his mind.
"Wow."
Ginny blushed, at what she thought was the biggest comment some one had ever paid her.
Draco's brain caught up with his hormone-fogged words a split second later, prompting him to save what was left of pride and not let his her know his true feelings for this beauty of a girl.
"I mean, .who knew? You really are a girl under all that." Draco berated himself for such a lame reply.
Ginny's cheeks washed with a faint color, embarrassed about the direction her thoughts had been taking, about this Slytherin, the devil incarnate before her. Calling on her store of retorts born from having the infamous Weasley twins as brothers. "Really?!?! I'm so glad to know that - what a relief. And here I thought these things," she said pointing to her chest, "where some sort of abnormal growth."
Draco's eye roved down her body to the area in which she pointed- it seemed beyond his control to stop them. Knowing she had seen the telling action, Draco opened his mouth to fling back another insult, but shut it quickly.
::Finally, the last word.::
Looking carefully, Ginny thought Draco appeared flushed. It was a stark contrast on his pale skin to see the faint pink undertones, even more so due to his usually calm exterior. ::Does that mean that I have some sort of affect on him.or maybe, he has some sort of feeli.no Ginny, don't go there. It is probably just a trick of the light. Draco is the ultimate ice prince. No way in hell that he's capable of actual emotions.if anything it's just lust::
The thought that she could be found desirable, sent her stomach dropping, and her searching for Draco's eyes, which he steadfastly kept on his butterbeer in front of him. She picked up the cards and started to shuffle the deck.
Draco tried to think of something to say, anything at all to give Virginia the impression that she didn't have any affect on him..but his brain wasn't cooperating at the moment. It seemed to have the crazy idea that reminding him to breathe took priority over saving face in front of Virginia That being the case it was several minutes before he was able to breathe normally and able to remark, "I see not all of your clothes are hand-me- downs. Muggles starting to become a more lucrative business for your father?"
Ginny looked confused for a moment before following Draco's gaze to her midnight blue bra. Refusing to let herself be embarrassed, she drew herself up in the chair, (giving Draco an even better view of her chest.not that he was going to tell her that!).
"No, you're mistaken. This was a hand-me-down from my older brother Charlie. When he outgrew his B cup, he gave me all his old lingerie. Besides, this color looked absolutely beastly on him."
"B-cup?" He gazed frankly at her chest, as if doubting her words
Shit! Why had she just told him her bra size? Not even her roommates knew that. That was not the sort of information you didn't tell a guy.especially one who might use the information for all sorts of blackmail, the kind she didn't even want to think about.
So what was that tingling in the pit of her stomach?
Well, she had already leaked the information, she might as well not let him know that it bothered her. She opened her mouth to remark on his disbelief.
Wait!.what did he know about bra sizes anyway? It wasn't her fault that the bra was a little on the small side, her family couldn't keep buying her new clothes every time she had a growth spurt..in one area or another. Bras were a lower priority because no one ever saw them, so it didn't matter if they didn't cover her completely..
As soon as the thought crossed her mind, she realized just what sort of image she might be presenting to her adversary, and the immediate need to draw attention from the area Draco seemed so preoccupied with.
Fixing him with her best matter-of-fact glare, she replied, "Yes, B. I'm sure you're not familiar with the size, they aren't exactly Pansy's DD."
Now what had prompted her to say that?!?! She wanted him off the subject of her chest, not to comparing them with another girl's.
She looked up at the speculative gleam in his eyes, as if he was appraising her chest like a diamond, or something else equally as valuable.
"I've had a little experience with various sizes, which make me doubt your size. As for Pansy's? Other guys can have 'em. Me? I prefer one's that fit in the palm of my hands, those are usually the ones that respond the most." He gave her, or rather her chest, a rather pointed look.
Ginny turned beet red this time, and looked down. Images of Draco's hands on her chest filled her vision as she realized, to her abject horror, that she wouldn't object to finding it out for herself if they did fit in his hands.
::All right Ginny,:: she told herself. ::New game plan. Just don't say anything. Just deal the cards, and don't say another word, and forget his hands on your breasts, your stomach, leaning in to give you a kiss..::
Ginny almost screamed in frustration.
Grabbing the deck that lay forgotten in front of her, she quickly dealt, trying to ignore the way her hands shook when she felt his gaze on her.
Draco leaned back in his chair and simply watched her. He hadn't meant to let it slip, about his preferences in, uh, a woman's assets, but he was glad he had. It obviously unnerved her, making her hands, indeed her entire body tremble as she dealt the next round.
So she was aware of the sexual tension in the room. She felt it, was affected by, just as he was. Good, at least he wasn't the only one suffering.
A devilish thought crossed his mind.
::I wonder how she'd react if she wasn't the only one half-dressed in the room.::
Draco grinned, unaware that Ginny had seen the action.
She barely contained her sharp intake of breath. Ginny suddenly realized that no matter how things ended this evening, it was not going to end well. One of them was going to end up naked, and either way, it wasn't going to be a good situation.
You know the drill. These characters are in no way, shape or form mine. JK Rowling just lets me play with them, but won't let me keep Draco (*pouts*).
Anyway, just a warning, it's still PG-13, but there is a great deal on innuendo, so considered yourself warned.
Too much information
Ginny was shocked at the expression in Draco's gaze. It wasn't an unfamiliar one. She had seen it before, but it had never been directed at her. She'd seen it between Ron and Hermione, her mother and father, and Fred and Angelina (though the last was usually followed by some sort of explosion in their midst).
It wasn't a leer, or the look of icy indifference he usually gave her. It was.it made her feel.almost cherished, in a way.
Ginny knew she should say something, if no other reason that to discourage Draco from staring, but she couldn't seem to make the move to end the intimate silence that lay between them. It felt right - him looking at her, as if he had every right to take her in with his eyes, mapping out her body as an artist would a sculpture. It shouldn't feel natural for her to be standing half-naked in front of an enemy, her number one enemy that made it his mission in life to make hers miserable. But he didn't feel like an enemy now, or the slimy git that knocked her books down and poked fun at her family. Instead he felt like a, (dare she say it?) lover.
Ginny's struggled to breathe, and suddenly the room became too warm. Draco hadn't moved, hadn't blinked, but had simply taken in the sight before him. Suddenly he was too close..and too far away. The room began to spin as Ginny remained locked in that gaze. Ginny gripped the edge of the table, desperate to hold onto something that felt solid, that made sense at the moment, even as she willed it to go on.
That sudden movement startled Draco out of his reverie. He still was unable to take his eyes off of her, but at least he now realized what he was doing. The way Ginny looked at him, without fear or contempt or disgust, didn't help matters either. It appeared as if she was granting him permission to see her in such a vulnerable and undressed state. Still, he felt he had to say something to break to silence she might misinterpret (or interpret all too correctly), so he blurted out the first thing that came to his mind.
"Wow."
Ginny blushed, at what she thought was the biggest comment some one had ever paid her.
Draco's brain caught up with his hormone-fogged words a split second later, prompting him to save what was left of pride and not let his her know his true feelings for this beauty of a girl.
"I mean, .who knew? You really are a girl under all that." Draco berated himself for such a lame reply.
Ginny's cheeks washed with a faint color, embarrassed about the direction her thoughts had been taking, about this Slytherin, the devil incarnate before her. Calling on her store of retorts born from having the infamous Weasley twins as brothers. "Really?!?! I'm so glad to know that - what a relief. And here I thought these things," she said pointing to her chest, "where some sort of abnormal growth."
Draco's eye roved down her body to the area in which she pointed- it seemed beyond his control to stop them. Knowing she had seen the telling action, Draco opened his mouth to fling back another insult, but shut it quickly.
::Finally, the last word.::
Looking carefully, Ginny thought Draco appeared flushed. It was a stark contrast on his pale skin to see the faint pink undertones, even more so due to his usually calm exterior. ::Does that mean that I have some sort of affect on him.or maybe, he has some sort of feeli.no Ginny, don't go there. It is probably just a trick of the light. Draco is the ultimate ice prince. No way in hell that he's capable of actual emotions.if anything it's just lust::
The thought that she could be found desirable, sent her stomach dropping, and her searching for Draco's eyes, which he steadfastly kept on his butterbeer in front of him. She picked up the cards and started to shuffle the deck.
Draco tried to think of something to say, anything at all to give Virginia the impression that she didn't have any affect on him..but his brain wasn't cooperating at the moment. It seemed to have the crazy idea that reminding him to breathe took priority over saving face in front of Virginia That being the case it was several minutes before he was able to breathe normally and able to remark, "I see not all of your clothes are hand-me- downs. Muggles starting to become a more lucrative business for your father?"
Ginny looked confused for a moment before following Draco's gaze to her midnight blue bra. Refusing to let herself be embarrassed, she drew herself up in the chair, (giving Draco an even better view of her chest.not that he was going to tell her that!).
"No, you're mistaken. This was a hand-me-down from my older brother Charlie. When he outgrew his B cup, he gave me all his old lingerie. Besides, this color looked absolutely beastly on him."
"B-cup?" He gazed frankly at her chest, as if doubting her words
Shit! Why had she just told him her bra size? Not even her roommates knew that. That was not the sort of information you didn't tell a guy.especially one who might use the information for all sorts of blackmail, the kind she didn't even want to think about.
So what was that tingling in the pit of her stomach?
Well, she had already leaked the information, she might as well not let him know that it bothered her. She opened her mouth to remark on his disbelief.
Wait!.what did he know about bra sizes anyway? It wasn't her fault that the bra was a little on the small side, her family couldn't keep buying her new clothes every time she had a growth spurt..in one area or another. Bras were a lower priority because no one ever saw them, so it didn't matter if they didn't cover her completely..
As soon as the thought crossed her mind, she realized just what sort of image she might be presenting to her adversary, and the immediate need to draw attention from the area Draco seemed so preoccupied with.
Fixing him with her best matter-of-fact glare, she replied, "Yes, B. I'm sure you're not familiar with the size, they aren't exactly Pansy's DD."
Now what had prompted her to say that?!?! She wanted him off the subject of her chest, not to comparing them with another girl's.
She looked up at the speculative gleam in his eyes, as if he was appraising her chest like a diamond, or something else equally as valuable.
"I've had a little experience with various sizes, which make me doubt your size. As for Pansy's? Other guys can have 'em. Me? I prefer one's that fit in the palm of my hands, those are usually the ones that respond the most." He gave her, or rather her chest, a rather pointed look.
Ginny turned beet red this time, and looked down. Images of Draco's hands on her chest filled her vision as she realized, to her abject horror, that she wouldn't object to finding it out for herself if they did fit in his hands.
::All right Ginny,:: she told herself. ::New game plan. Just don't say anything. Just deal the cards, and don't say another word, and forget his hands on your breasts, your stomach, leaning in to give you a kiss..::
Ginny almost screamed in frustration.
Grabbing the deck that lay forgotten in front of her, she quickly dealt, trying to ignore the way her hands shook when she felt his gaze on her.
Draco leaned back in his chair and simply watched her. He hadn't meant to let it slip, about his preferences in, uh, a woman's assets, but he was glad he had. It obviously unnerved her, making her hands, indeed her entire body tremble as she dealt the next round.
So she was aware of the sexual tension in the room. She felt it, was affected by, just as he was. Good, at least he wasn't the only one suffering.
A devilish thought crossed his mind.
::I wonder how she'd react if she wasn't the only one half-dressed in the room.::
Draco grinned, unaware that Ginny had seen the action.
She barely contained her sharp intake of breath. Ginny suddenly realized that no matter how things ended this evening, it was not going to end well. One of them was going to end up naked, and either way, it wasn't going to be a good situation.