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A/N: this chapter is a little sappy/mushy. If you don't like that, sorry! If you do, this chapters for you! Hey, that rhymes! Wow, too many exclamation marks.
1 Chapter 7
Curiosity overcame the two as they lay in bed that night, reveling in the sense of newness of each other. Ginny traced the lines of muscles of Draco's back, but grasped as a sudden stream of moonlight illuminated more than one deep scar, unfelt and unseen in the darkness. Tracing an exceptionally brutal one, Ginny asked, 'what's this scar from?'
Feeling where her fingers were, Draco knew which scar she meant. Turning to face her, he said, 'just another gift from my oh-so kind father. I got that when he threw a chair at me when I failed to get a Hogwarts admission letter the day I was supposed to. Turns out that the owl that was supposed to deliver it got knocked out of the sky by a rock, and lost the letter. My father was outraged that I, a Malfoy, could be some kind of Squib and decided that I was personally to blame. The letter was redelivered the next morning, and my father was visibly relieved, but did I get an apology from him? Nope. But what would you expect from Lucius Malfoy?'
Ginny laughed dryly under her breath. 'Still a little bitter about that, are we?'
Draco laughed as well, but quickly sobered up. 'I'm bitter about my whole childhood, Ginny.'
She wrapped her arms around Draco and held him tightly. 'I'm sorry about what happened with your dad,' she whispered.
Draco pulled back and looked at her, surprised. 'Why are you sorry? Its not like you were the one who picked up the chair and threw it at me. Besides, it happened in the past, and I want to focus on the presents and the future, which I would like to include you.'
'Really?' Ginny breathed, her eyes lighting up.
'Of course. Now, we really didn't have say-all-tell-all sessions at Hogwarts, so tell me more about you. I really want to know everything about you, but let's start somewhere simple. What's your favourite colour?'
'Green.' The answer came without hesitation.
'Green? Of course, just like Potter's eyes.' Draco drawled, a hint of amusement in his voice.
'No!' Ginny exclaimed. 'That's not why its my favourite colour. Green is just so…so fresh, so clean, so hopeful.'
'I see.'
'Well, Mr. Disdain, what's your favourite colour?' Ginny asked as she untangled her limbs from Draco's and sat up, away from him.
'Red,' Draco said as he pulled her back down to him, and got her tucked in firmly under the covers with him.
'Any special reason?' Ginny turned to look in Draco's eyes, which were not distinguishable by moonlight, although the emotion was unreadable.
'Yes. In a very rare act of tenderness, my father gave me a little red wagon when I was four. It was charmed to drive me around wherever I wanted to go. I guess ever since then I have associated love with the colour red.'
The two fell into a comfortable silence. Ginny soon broke it by bursting into laughter.
'What?' Draco asked, smiling. 'What? Amused by my little red wagon?'
'Oh, is that what you call it now?' Ginny said, trying to control her laughter, but didn't succeed as her hand strayed to the object in question. 'No, I was just thinking that as much as you won't want to admit it, you like a Gryffindor colour.'
'Hey, hey, stop that. There are going to be severe consequences if you keep doing what you're doing. I'm trying to have a civil conversation with you, but then you have to go be all touchy-feely.' Draco leaned over and kissed her. 'OK, going back to our previous conversation. If we use your logic, you like a Slytherin colour!
'You take that back!' Ginny cried jokingly.
'Never!' Draco countered, and proceeded to make Ginny forget all about any sort of colour.
***~~~***
When Ginny woke up the next morning, she turned over to hug Draco, and was very surprised when she rolled over to an empty spot where he used to be.
'Where the fuck is he?' Ginny wondered. 'Did he leave?' She was getting frantic when she heard sounds coming from downstairs and relaxed. Draco was down in the kitchen. Ginny stretched, quickly got dressed, and ran down the stairs. She got her first surprise of the day when she walked into the kitchen and spotted Draco standing in his boxers making breakfast. She got another surprised when he turned around to greet her and she saw that Draco was wearing a large, frilly pink apron.
'Nice apron,' Ginny commented as she poured herself a cup of coffee.
'I thought so myself. I hope you don't mind if I use it.'
'No, no, be my guest.'
Ginny leaned back against a counter with her coffee to watch as Draco prepared a whole mess of things.
'When and how did you learn how to cook? I thought you had house elves for that kind of thing,' Ginny commented.
'No. Instead of a house elf for the kitchen, we had someone that we hired from town. I usually went into the kitchen to hide from my dad or some of his friends, and one day the cook found me. Her name was Nube; I think she was from America or something. But she was really nice to me. I went to the kitchen every day and hung around her. One day, she said to me, 'if you're going to be here all the time, I guess you better learn something.' So she taught me how to cook and bake. I guess she was my only real friend back then.' Draco said all this quietly, not looking up from the saucepan.
'What did she get in return?' Ginny asked jokingly.
'What?' Draco looked up, confused.
'I mean, she befriended you and taught you how to be a culinary genius. What did you give her in return?'
'Isn't it obvious?' Draco replied, a mischievous glint in his eye. 'If you can't see it, you're not as smart as I thought you were.'
'So, what was your gift to her?' Ginny asked, her eyebrow raised, now very, very skeptical.
Draco, opened his arms, and then pointed to himself. 'The wonderful joy that is me!'
Just as he hoped, Ginny burst out laughing and walked over to hug him. Once Ginny was in his arms, Draco hugged her tighter and kissed her on the forehead, breathing in the scent of her hair.
Soon, Ginny's muffled voice said, 'do you think we rushed into what happened last night?'
Draco pulled back to look down into her eyes. 'Some people might say we did, but I don't think so. Well, the timing felt right to me.'
Ginny smiled. 'Me too. I was just checking to see if you felt the same way.'
To see the look Draco was giving her just then, you would see that he definitely felt the same way.
A/N: this chapter is a little sappy/mushy. If you don't like that, sorry! If you do, this chapters for you! Hey, that rhymes! Wow, too many exclamation marks.
1 Chapter 7
Curiosity overcame the two as they lay in bed that night, reveling in the sense of newness of each other. Ginny traced the lines of muscles of Draco's back, but grasped as a sudden stream of moonlight illuminated more than one deep scar, unfelt and unseen in the darkness. Tracing an exceptionally brutal one, Ginny asked, 'what's this scar from?'
Feeling where her fingers were, Draco knew which scar she meant. Turning to face her, he said, 'just another gift from my oh-so kind father. I got that when he threw a chair at me when I failed to get a Hogwarts admission letter the day I was supposed to. Turns out that the owl that was supposed to deliver it got knocked out of the sky by a rock, and lost the letter. My father was outraged that I, a Malfoy, could be some kind of Squib and decided that I was personally to blame. The letter was redelivered the next morning, and my father was visibly relieved, but did I get an apology from him? Nope. But what would you expect from Lucius Malfoy?'
Ginny laughed dryly under her breath. 'Still a little bitter about that, are we?'
Draco laughed as well, but quickly sobered up. 'I'm bitter about my whole childhood, Ginny.'
She wrapped her arms around Draco and held him tightly. 'I'm sorry about what happened with your dad,' she whispered.
Draco pulled back and looked at her, surprised. 'Why are you sorry? Its not like you were the one who picked up the chair and threw it at me. Besides, it happened in the past, and I want to focus on the presents and the future, which I would like to include you.'
'Really?' Ginny breathed, her eyes lighting up.
'Of course. Now, we really didn't have say-all-tell-all sessions at Hogwarts, so tell me more about you. I really want to know everything about you, but let's start somewhere simple. What's your favourite colour?'
'Green.' The answer came without hesitation.
'Green? Of course, just like Potter's eyes.' Draco drawled, a hint of amusement in his voice.
'No!' Ginny exclaimed. 'That's not why its my favourite colour. Green is just so…so fresh, so clean, so hopeful.'
'I see.'
'Well, Mr. Disdain, what's your favourite colour?' Ginny asked as she untangled her limbs from Draco's and sat up, away from him.
'Red,' Draco said as he pulled her back down to him, and got her tucked in firmly under the covers with him.
'Any special reason?' Ginny turned to look in Draco's eyes, which were not distinguishable by moonlight, although the emotion was unreadable.
'Yes. In a very rare act of tenderness, my father gave me a little red wagon when I was four. It was charmed to drive me around wherever I wanted to go. I guess ever since then I have associated love with the colour red.'
The two fell into a comfortable silence. Ginny soon broke it by bursting into laughter.
'What?' Draco asked, smiling. 'What? Amused by my little red wagon?'
'Oh, is that what you call it now?' Ginny said, trying to control her laughter, but didn't succeed as her hand strayed to the object in question. 'No, I was just thinking that as much as you won't want to admit it, you like a Gryffindor colour.'
'Hey, hey, stop that. There are going to be severe consequences if you keep doing what you're doing. I'm trying to have a civil conversation with you, but then you have to go be all touchy-feely.' Draco leaned over and kissed her. 'OK, going back to our previous conversation. If we use your logic, you like a Slytherin colour!
'You take that back!' Ginny cried jokingly.
'Never!' Draco countered, and proceeded to make Ginny forget all about any sort of colour.
***~~~***
When Ginny woke up the next morning, she turned over to hug Draco, and was very surprised when she rolled over to an empty spot where he used to be.
'Where the fuck is he?' Ginny wondered. 'Did he leave?' She was getting frantic when she heard sounds coming from downstairs and relaxed. Draco was down in the kitchen. Ginny stretched, quickly got dressed, and ran down the stairs. She got her first surprise of the day when she walked into the kitchen and spotted Draco standing in his boxers making breakfast. She got another surprised when he turned around to greet her and she saw that Draco was wearing a large, frilly pink apron.
'Nice apron,' Ginny commented as she poured herself a cup of coffee.
'I thought so myself. I hope you don't mind if I use it.'
'No, no, be my guest.'
Ginny leaned back against a counter with her coffee to watch as Draco prepared a whole mess of things.
'When and how did you learn how to cook? I thought you had house elves for that kind of thing,' Ginny commented.
'No. Instead of a house elf for the kitchen, we had someone that we hired from town. I usually went into the kitchen to hide from my dad or some of his friends, and one day the cook found me. Her name was Nube; I think she was from America or something. But she was really nice to me. I went to the kitchen every day and hung around her. One day, she said to me, 'if you're going to be here all the time, I guess you better learn something.' So she taught me how to cook and bake. I guess she was my only real friend back then.' Draco said all this quietly, not looking up from the saucepan.
'What did she get in return?' Ginny asked jokingly.
'What?' Draco looked up, confused.
'I mean, she befriended you and taught you how to be a culinary genius. What did you give her in return?'
'Isn't it obvious?' Draco replied, a mischievous glint in his eye. 'If you can't see it, you're not as smart as I thought you were.'
'So, what was your gift to her?' Ginny asked, her eyebrow raised, now very, very skeptical.
Draco, opened his arms, and then pointed to himself. 'The wonderful joy that is me!'
Just as he hoped, Ginny burst out laughing and walked over to hug him. Once Ginny was in his arms, Draco hugged her tighter and kissed her on the forehead, breathing in the scent of her hair.
Soon, Ginny's muffled voice said, 'do you think we rushed into what happened last night?'
Draco pulled back to look down into her eyes. 'Some people might say we did, but I don't think so. Well, the timing felt right to me.'
Ginny smiled. 'Me too. I was just checking to see if you felt the same way.'
To see the look Draco was giving her just then, you would see that he definitely felt the same way.