A Dream Part Two
G/D
PG-13 - ish
Disclaimer: see chapter one. I own Geneva, Harvest, and Eris.
Still in need of Beta Commence Part Two
"Ginny? GINNY? GINNY?!" Eris shook Ginny.
Ginny's eyes flew open, expecting to see an athletic, blonde Adonis, not a well endowed, brunette.
Eris laughed.
"Sorry I woke you. Who ever he was, he must have been good, you're all flushed. But anyway, it's breakfast. Up up!"
Ginny blushed a deep red and tried to hide her face as she mumbled, "I don't know what you're talking about."
Geneva laughed. She was medium height, frail build, and blonde.
"Come on, stick up for me, Harvey," Ginny pleaded with her friend.
The raven-haired girl just gave a little chuckle and shook her head.
Ginny grabbed her clothes and stormed off to the showers amid snickers and chuckles from her alleged friends.
Ginny climbed down the stairs to the common room after her shower. She kept hugging herself unintentionally, then catching herself, and stopping. Touching her lips, as if she could feel the light brush from her dreams.
She smiled as she thought about the kiss that almost was; about the kiss that she craved now.
She walked into the Great Hall. Her eyes did the immediate sweep off the Wonder Trio, and with that action, her heart sank.
There was Ron, eating porridge, and talking to Hermione.
Ron would have a fit if he knew.
Well, what is there too know, Ginny asked herself. I mean, sure, I had a dream about Dr- Mal- him, but it's not like I like him. . Right?
Ginny's eyes swept cautiously to were Draco usually sat.
Thankfully, he was not there. Ginny felt a strange feeling. She felt relieved, but also a little. disappointed.
She went and took her usual seat by her little group. She was on the end, because she was the late sleeper today.
She helped her self to some toast and porridge and was just joining the conversation, when the Great Hall doors opened.
Ginny looked up, to see who came in so late, and saw none-other than Draco Malfoy.
His eyes did a sweep of the Gryffindor table, before he locked eyes with her.
She felt like her heart stopped beating.
Draco got up later than he normally would have wanted too. So he showered quickly, but took his time through out his other daily rituals.
When he was finished, he glanced at his watch. He could still make it on time if he wanted, too. That, or he could try to figure out what in the hell that dream was all about.
He chose the latter and flopped on his bed, realizing, with a cringe, he'd have to redo the back of his hair.
Well.
The dream.
Not as graphic as dreams he had had before. Nothing more had happened that a chaste brush of the lips. But even in that tiny gesture, there had been more electricity than anything he had ever experienced, awake or otherwise. Which was probably not a good sign, considering whom his father was.
And it was so real. Uncommonly real. He could smell the dirt, the stale, musty, castle-y smell of the corridors, and the cinnamon-y vanilla of Ginny Weasley.
He'd always had a fetish for vanilla.
And she had smelt so good; sweet, but with the promise of a little spice, a dash mischief, he thought, with a smile tugging on his lips.
Wait a minute! A smile! Malfoys don't smile!
And they don't consort with the impoverished, like Weaselette. And they do NOT dream of kissing said Weaselette.
And they especially, especially do not like it.
My god, Draco thought. This is serious.
He looked at his watch. It had only been five minutes, and he was worse of then he started.
Maybe he should just go to breakfast.
He made his way from the dungeons to the Great Hall without any Fem-Weasel encounters.
However, when he entered the Great Hall, he couldn't resist looking for her.
And to his surprise, she was looking back.
Ginny's eyes widened as she realized she was staring at Draco, and he was staring at her.
She blushed a vivid shade of red, and ducked her head down. She subconsciously reached up and touched her lips; just a brush, like their kiss had been.
"All right, Ginny?" Harvest said. She looked a little vexed at how her friend had been acting. Harvey looked at Eris, and saw that Eris looked how she felt.
Eris looked around, then scowled.
"Is it Malfoy?"
Ginny's head snapped up.
"Wh-what about him?"
"Well, you got all skittish when he came in here, and he was looking at you when I turned around."
"He was? What was he doing?" Geneva asked, piqued. Ginny tried not to look to eager.
"Well, he was. just. staring. And then he scowled, but it could have been at me." Eris said. "You wanna tell Ron?"
"NO!" Ginny burst out. Eris looked a little offended, and off her look Ginny said, "I- No offence, but I need to fight my own battles, you know? I can't have my big brother do everything for me from now on."
"Yeah, I understand." Eris shook her head.
Ginny sighed, happy to have dodged that bullet. She went back to her meal, unaware that four pairs of eyes on her.
And one of those a pair of silver/gray eyes that she stared into in her dream last night, watching her over a goblet of pumpkin juice.
Draco watched her, as discreetly as he could. Over his pumpkin goblet, pretending he was looking a Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or his food.
This was so curious.
She had that garish, curly, Weasley hair, milky pale skin, cinnamon freckles, those mossy green eyes, and threadbare robes. none of this is supposed to be appealing.
He looked down the table at Pansy.
Now that is who he should dream about. She was socially acceptable, her family had ties to the inner circle of Death Eaters, their mothers were friends, and they would probably end up marrying.
And yet he dreamt of a cinnamon-vanilla angel, with curly, scarlet
tendrils, and green and silver eyes.
And THERE! He knew he wasn't just imagining it! There it was again!
She touched her lips, a fleeting dust
more like it, like how they had kissed in his dream. Curiouser and curiouser.
G/D
PG-13 - ish
Disclaimer: see chapter one. I own Geneva, Harvest, and Eris.
Still in need of Beta Commence Part Two
"Ginny? GINNY? GINNY?!" Eris shook Ginny.
Ginny's eyes flew open, expecting to see an athletic, blonde Adonis, not a well endowed, brunette.
Eris laughed.
"Sorry I woke you. Who ever he was, he must have been good, you're all flushed. But anyway, it's breakfast. Up up!"
Ginny blushed a deep red and tried to hide her face as she mumbled, "I don't know what you're talking about."
Geneva laughed. She was medium height, frail build, and blonde.
"Come on, stick up for me, Harvey," Ginny pleaded with her friend.
The raven-haired girl just gave a little chuckle and shook her head.
Ginny grabbed her clothes and stormed off to the showers amid snickers and chuckles from her alleged friends.
Ginny climbed down the stairs to the common room after her shower. She kept hugging herself unintentionally, then catching herself, and stopping. Touching her lips, as if she could feel the light brush from her dreams.
She smiled as she thought about the kiss that almost was; about the kiss that she craved now.
She walked into the Great Hall. Her eyes did the immediate sweep off the Wonder Trio, and with that action, her heart sank.
There was Ron, eating porridge, and talking to Hermione.
Ron would have a fit if he knew.
Well, what is there too know, Ginny asked herself. I mean, sure, I had a dream about Dr- Mal- him, but it's not like I like him. . Right?
Ginny's eyes swept cautiously to were Draco usually sat.
Thankfully, he was not there. Ginny felt a strange feeling. She felt relieved, but also a little. disappointed.
She went and took her usual seat by her little group. She was on the end, because she was the late sleeper today.
She helped her self to some toast and porridge and was just joining the conversation, when the Great Hall doors opened.
Ginny looked up, to see who came in so late, and saw none-other than Draco Malfoy.
His eyes did a sweep of the Gryffindor table, before he locked eyes with her.
She felt like her heart stopped beating.
Draco got up later than he normally would have wanted too. So he showered quickly, but took his time through out his other daily rituals.
When he was finished, he glanced at his watch. He could still make it on time if he wanted, too. That, or he could try to figure out what in the hell that dream was all about.
He chose the latter and flopped on his bed, realizing, with a cringe, he'd have to redo the back of his hair.
Well.
The dream.
Not as graphic as dreams he had had before. Nothing more had happened that a chaste brush of the lips. But even in that tiny gesture, there had been more electricity than anything he had ever experienced, awake or otherwise. Which was probably not a good sign, considering whom his father was.
And it was so real. Uncommonly real. He could smell the dirt, the stale, musty, castle-y smell of the corridors, and the cinnamon-y vanilla of Ginny Weasley.
He'd always had a fetish for vanilla.
And she had smelt so good; sweet, but with the promise of a little spice, a dash mischief, he thought, with a smile tugging on his lips.
Wait a minute! A smile! Malfoys don't smile!
And they don't consort with the impoverished, like Weaselette. And they do NOT dream of kissing said Weaselette.
And they especially, especially do not like it.
My god, Draco thought. This is serious.
He looked at his watch. It had only been five minutes, and he was worse of then he started.
Maybe he should just go to breakfast.
He made his way from the dungeons to the Great Hall without any Fem-Weasel encounters.
However, when he entered the Great Hall, he couldn't resist looking for her.
And to his surprise, she was looking back.
Ginny's eyes widened as she realized she was staring at Draco, and he was staring at her.
She blushed a vivid shade of red, and ducked her head down. She subconsciously reached up and touched her lips; just a brush, like their kiss had been.
"All right, Ginny?" Harvest said. She looked a little vexed at how her friend had been acting. Harvey looked at Eris, and saw that Eris looked how she felt.
Eris looked around, then scowled.
"Is it Malfoy?"
Ginny's head snapped up.
"Wh-what about him?"
"Well, you got all skittish when he came in here, and he was looking at you when I turned around."
"He was? What was he doing?" Geneva asked, piqued. Ginny tried not to look to eager.
"Well, he was. just. staring. And then he scowled, but it could have been at me." Eris said. "You wanna tell Ron?"
"NO!" Ginny burst out. Eris looked a little offended, and off her look Ginny said, "I- No offence, but I need to fight my own battles, you know? I can't have my big brother do everything for me from now on."
"Yeah, I understand." Eris shook her head.
Ginny sighed, happy to have dodged that bullet. She went back to her meal, unaware that four pairs of eyes on her.
And one of those a pair of silver/gray eyes that she stared into in her dream last night, watching her over a goblet of pumpkin juice.
Draco watched her, as discreetly as he could. Over his pumpkin goblet, pretending he was looking a Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or his food.
This was so curious.
She had that garish, curly, Weasley hair, milky pale skin, cinnamon freckles, those mossy green eyes, and threadbare robes. none of this is supposed to be appealing.
He looked down the table at Pansy.
Now that is who he should dream about. She was socially acceptable, her family had ties to the inner circle of Death Eaters, their mothers were friends, and they would probably end up marrying.
And yet he dreamt of a cinnamon-vanilla angel, with curly, scarlet
tendrils, and green and silver eyes.
And THERE! He knew he wasn't just imagining it! There it was again!
She touched her lips, a fleeting dust
more like it, like how they had kissed in his dream. Curiouser and curiouser.