Sinful Jade
When I awake I feel as if I have been cut all over. My skin burns, and my eyes have dark circles under them, I am sure of it. My legs are bruised, and I am laying on the ground next to the lake, and am very unnerved to see that my clothes had been slightly parted. I look next to me and with a shrill gasp I see Draco, laying beside me, his sweater slightly tugged above his bare stomach, his hair dry, but smelling of the lake itself, his eyes tightly closed.
I look behind me and see the drenched cloak he had given me. Dragging it forward with my weak hands, I place it on him, making sure he is warm, glancing at him in admiration. He looks angelic, his pale features brought out in the beaming sunlight, his hair slicked over his forehead in an appealing manner, slick with water. Carefully, I run my hand through his hair, feeling it with complete calmness. I close my eyes, not feeling the stings and scratches I have gotten from the lake, but the delicious sensation that spreads through my fingertips when I touch his scalp.
"Ginny?" a whisper interrupts my very thought. I jump a bit, opening my eyes. Draco's gray eyes look back at me questioningly.
"You're awake," I say, flushing to the very roots of my hair. He smirks a bit as he gets up, pulling his cloak off and instead pulling it securely around me. I shiver, drowning in the smell of him.
"Still cold?" he asks, a look of concern filling his face. I nod. He pulls me over with his arms around my waist, and I shiver still, my teeth clattering, but mirthlessly happy of the warmth that runs through my blood, like sparks on top of my skin.
"All better now," I tease, lowering my eyelids.
"Good." He observes my wet attire, the same green sweater, the same matching skirt. It's a bit wrinkled now, with dirt smeared on it, but he doesn't seem to notice. He touches the silk of the skirt and I look up at him, smiling.
He leans over, and pauses before kissing me. Nervousness begins to fill my throat, but with my heart racing I kiss back gently at first. When we part, his cheeks are tinted red, and I am flustered.
Draco grazes my cheekbone with one hand, looking like he wants to say something.
"What is it?" I ask softly.
He leans over, and whispers in my ear.
"Have I ever told you how good you look in green?"
...
When I awake I feel as if I have been cut all over. My skin burns, and my eyes have dark circles under them, I am sure of it. My legs are bruised, and I am laying on the ground next to the lake, and am very unnerved to see that my clothes had been slightly parted. I look next to me and with a shrill gasp I see Draco, laying beside me, his sweater slightly tugged above his bare stomach, his hair dry, but smelling of the lake itself, his eyes tightly closed.
I look behind me and see the drenched cloak he had given me. Dragging it forward with my weak hands, I place it on him, making sure he is warm, glancing at him in admiration. He looks angelic, his pale features brought out in the beaming sunlight, his hair slicked over his forehead in an appealing manner, slick with water. Carefully, I run my hand through his hair, feeling it with complete calmness. I close my eyes, not feeling the stings and scratches I have gotten from the lake, but the delicious sensation that spreads through my fingertips when I touch his scalp.
"Ginny?" a whisper interrupts my very thought. I jump a bit, opening my eyes. Draco's gray eyes look back at me questioningly.
"You're awake," I say, flushing to the very roots of my hair. He smirks a bit as he gets up, pulling his cloak off and instead pulling it securely around me. I shiver, drowning in the smell of him.
"Still cold?" he asks, a look of concern filling his face. I nod. He pulls me over with his arms around my waist, and I shiver still, my teeth clattering, but mirthlessly happy of the warmth that runs through my blood, like sparks on top of my skin.
"All better now," I tease, lowering my eyelids.
"Good." He observes my wet attire, the same green sweater, the same matching skirt. It's a bit wrinkled now, with dirt smeared on it, but he doesn't seem to notice. He touches the silk of the skirt and I look up at him, smiling.
He leans over, and pauses before kissing me. Nervousness begins to fill my throat, but with my heart racing I kiss back gently at first. When we part, his cheeks are tinted red, and I am flustered.
Draco grazes my cheekbone with one hand, looking like he wants to say something.
"What is it?" I ask softly.
He leans over, and whispers in my ear.
"Have I ever told you how good you look in green?"
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