Chapter 4
Draco let his broom guide him. The cold air entered his roomy making him feel as if he was freezing. Slowly the broom kept rising. His green scarf was wrapped around his neck tightly. Holding his broom tightly, he soared into the night sky.
It was nearly midnight and it was getting cold. Draco was not getting sleep. He had turned and tossed in his bed for an hour, before deciding to come out here. And Crabbe's loud snores were not the only thing that was keeping him a wake.
He took a deft turn and caught himself before he could fall. He was a much better flyer than Potter was and he knew it. They had won the quidditch cup last year mainly because of him. Even the other houses admitted it. It had done much to inflate his ego.
He had something on his mind, all right. A redheaded someone. He was thinking about the two hours they had spent together. She had lovely cinnamon eyes that seemed to bounce when she laughed, which she didn't seem to b e doing that much around him. She still regarded him as her enemy, the thought of which he did nothing to dispel. But still, she was certainly more cooperative than any other Weasley that he had known.
He swooped to the ground, the nimbus 2002 light hairs only lightly brushing against the green grass. He had been flying for about an hour now and was feeling physically exhausted. He was sure he would get some sleep now.
When he was putting his broom back into the shed, he heard someone humming. The tune sounded like a muggle oldie. The kind Draco's mother listened to as soon as her husband was out of the house. Luscius did not like music. He said it made one soft in the head and heart.
It was obviously a girl. He could make out by the light footsteps that could be heard on that night. He looked at his watch. It blinked 12:38. It couldn't be a teacher. They finished their rounds by 12 o'clock and there would be another check at 3o'clock in the morning.
He watched as she climbed on her broom. She was slender and slim and was not wearing her witches' robes, but instead had opted for something little more muggle.she was wearing a black pair of pants and a tight fitting t- shirt, which made Draco want to go up for a closer look. Her hair was not very long, as it just managed to brush her shoulders. As she turned in the dim light of the quidditch pitch, he saw her face. It was Ginny Weasley!!
She looked different, somehow. For one thing he had never thought he'd see the littlest Weasley dressed like this. The Weasleys' were not conservative, but he had thought that Ginny would be dressed like a boy, baggy clothes and all. But this was different. When he had last seen her at the library, she had looked stressed out and tired, like after this was over she was going to curl up on her bed and sleep in her bed. But here she was obviously going for a mid night spin on her broom. She climbed upon it and soared high, with a style that was remising of potter. He scowled with displeasure. He wasn't sure why but he did not like the idea of Ginny following any boy other than himself. ' It's not like I even like her.' he thought to himself.
As she took running loops in successions in the sky, he couldn't help feeling that she was a much thought about factor in his mind for the past 5 hours. He did not like being the pawn in somebody's hands. He did not like that one bit. He preferred when people were in his hands, where he was the boss. And now he wanted nothing more than to have Ginny Weasley in his hands.
Broom in hand, he went on the field and prepared to lift of again. Ginny had still not seen him. He first flew near he ground, but then he picked up a little speed and flew directly behind her, about 8 feet above the ground, all the while being so silent that he was sure even she could not hear him.
Reaching up directly in her ear, he shouted loudly. 'Boo' he shouted with all his might. Ginny became scared and lost her place and began to fall from her broom. She was already a few feet down before Draco realized what had happened to her. Immediately taking a nosedive, he managed to pick up with her speed and grab her by the back of her robe just before he smashed in to the ground.
Unfortunately Ginny was less lucky. Even though he had caught her before she hit the ground, her leg had been broken when the he had taken a quick swerve. As he heard the dull crack of her ankle breaking, he couldn't help feeling responsible. He couldn't even bear to look at her, even though she was unconscious and would remember anything.
Slowly he neared the ground. Taking her in his arms, he put the broom back in the shed. 'God, she's so light.' he thought to himself. He looked at her face. It looked very pale in the night-light. Her read hair was swept all over her face. The first two buttons of her robe had come undone revealing a red t-shirt with some kind of a logo on it. Draco couldn't help but notice that it was very deep necked. He sucked in his breath. He was breathing taking and he couldn't get his eyes of her face. Slowly he neared his mouth towards her and kissed her.
At that moment, he felt as if a fire was running through his lips. He continued to kiss her gently, enjoying the feeling of butterflies in his stomach. He could still taste the sweet strawberry ice cream she had for dinner. Slowly, careful not to wake her, he withdrew his mouth from hers.
She was still unconscious. Resisting the urge for another kiss, he took her to the hospital wing and laid her on one of the beds. Fortunately, the ward was empty. Deciding that the matron would find her in the morning, he left her on one of the beds and went to his room, before he could do something that he would regret later.
Just as he closed the door, Ginny woke up. Her eyes were watery and she had no idea why. Suddenly she saw her new surroundings. She was no stranger to the hospital wing, having visited it almost as many times as Harry had.
'What am I doing here' she wondered. 'I remember I was flying outside on my broomstick. How the hell did I get here?' she wondered to herself, as she tried to hop down from the bed. Immediately, a searing pain ran up her leg from ankle up. She resisted the urge to scream out loud, instead uttering a soft moan.
At that moment, Madame Promprey entered. Without any further ado, she reached Ginny's bed and after recognizing the injury, bathed her leg in a potion and then proceed to fix it up with a spell, all the while asking questions that Ginny was too tired to reply to.
After Ginny's ankle was mended, the nurse recommended that she stay the night in the hospital wing. Ginny was too tired to argue and besides she did not want to get up from her comfy bed and go any where so she just continued to sleep on her bed.
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Well how was it? It was a little longer. Sorry I took so long to write. I had a holiday today, so I decided to write a little something. My exams start in two weeks then it vacation time and stories galore!!!!!
Thanks to all my wonderful, wonderful reviewers. I feel so happy knowing that someone out there appreciates my story.
Draco let his broom guide him. The cold air entered his roomy making him feel as if he was freezing. Slowly the broom kept rising. His green scarf was wrapped around his neck tightly. Holding his broom tightly, he soared into the night sky.
It was nearly midnight and it was getting cold. Draco was not getting sleep. He had turned and tossed in his bed for an hour, before deciding to come out here. And Crabbe's loud snores were not the only thing that was keeping him a wake.
He took a deft turn and caught himself before he could fall. He was a much better flyer than Potter was and he knew it. They had won the quidditch cup last year mainly because of him. Even the other houses admitted it. It had done much to inflate his ego.
He had something on his mind, all right. A redheaded someone. He was thinking about the two hours they had spent together. She had lovely cinnamon eyes that seemed to bounce when she laughed, which she didn't seem to b e doing that much around him. She still regarded him as her enemy, the thought of which he did nothing to dispel. But still, she was certainly more cooperative than any other Weasley that he had known.
He swooped to the ground, the nimbus 2002 light hairs only lightly brushing against the green grass. He had been flying for about an hour now and was feeling physically exhausted. He was sure he would get some sleep now.
When he was putting his broom back into the shed, he heard someone humming. The tune sounded like a muggle oldie. The kind Draco's mother listened to as soon as her husband was out of the house. Luscius did not like music. He said it made one soft in the head and heart.
It was obviously a girl. He could make out by the light footsteps that could be heard on that night. He looked at his watch. It blinked 12:38. It couldn't be a teacher. They finished their rounds by 12 o'clock and there would be another check at 3o'clock in the morning.
He watched as she climbed on her broom. She was slender and slim and was not wearing her witches' robes, but instead had opted for something little more muggle.she was wearing a black pair of pants and a tight fitting t- shirt, which made Draco want to go up for a closer look. Her hair was not very long, as it just managed to brush her shoulders. As she turned in the dim light of the quidditch pitch, he saw her face. It was Ginny Weasley!!
She looked different, somehow. For one thing he had never thought he'd see the littlest Weasley dressed like this. The Weasleys' were not conservative, but he had thought that Ginny would be dressed like a boy, baggy clothes and all. But this was different. When he had last seen her at the library, she had looked stressed out and tired, like after this was over she was going to curl up on her bed and sleep in her bed. But here she was obviously going for a mid night spin on her broom. She climbed upon it and soared high, with a style that was remising of potter. He scowled with displeasure. He wasn't sure why but he did not like the idea of Ginny following any boy other than himself. ' It's not like I even like her.' he thought to himself.
As she took running loops in successions in the sky, he couldn't help feeling that she was a much thought about factor in his mind for the past 5 hours. He did not like being the pawn in somebody's hands. He did not like that one bit. He preferred when people were in his hands, where he was the boss. And now he wanted nothing more than to have Ginny Weasley in his hands.
Broom in hand, he went on the field and prepared to lift of again. Ginny had still not seen him. He first flew near he ground, but then he picked up a little speed and flew directly behind her, about 8 feet above the ground, all the while being so silent that he was sure even she could not hear him.
Reaching up directly in her ear, he shouted loudly. 'Boo' he shouted with all his might. Ginny became scared and lost her place and began to fall from her broom. She was already a few feet down before Draco realized what had happened to her. Immediately taking a nosedive, he managed to pick up with her speed and grab her by the back of her robe just before he smashed in to the ground.
Unfortunately Ginny was less lucky. Even though he had caught her before she hit the ground, her leg had been broken when the he had taken a quick swerve. As he heard the dull crack of her ankle breaking, he couldn't help feeling responsible. He couldn't even bear to look at her, even though she was unconscious and would remember anything.
Slowly he neared the ground. Taking her in his arms, he put the broom back in the shed. 'God, she's so light.' he thought to himself. He looked at her face. It looked very pale in the night-light. Her read hair was swept all over her face. The first two buttons of her robe had come undone revealing a red t-shirt with some kind of a logo on it. Draco couldn't help but notice that it was very deep necked. He sucked in his breath. He was breathing taking and he couldn't get his eyes of her face. Slowly he neared his mouth towards her and kissed her.
At that moment, he felt as if a fire was running through his lips. He continued to kiss her gently, enjoying the feeling of butterflies in his stomach. He could still taste the sweet strawberry ice cream she had for dinner. Slowly, careful not to wake her, he withdrew his mouth from hers.
She was still unconscious. Resisting the urge for another kiss, he took her to the hospital wing and laid her on one of the beds. Fortunately, the ward was empty. Deciding that the matron would find her in the morning, he left her on one of the beds and went to his room, before he could do something that he would regret later.
Just as he closed the door, Ginny woke up. Her eyes were watery and she had no idea why. Suddenly she saw her new surroundings. She was no stranger to the hospital wing, having visited it almost as many times as Harry had.
'What am I doing here' she wondered. 'I remember I was flying outside on my broomstick. How the hell did I get here?' she wondered to herself, as she tried to hop down from the bed. Immediately, a searing pain ran up her leg from ankle up. She resisted the urge to scream out loud, instead uttering a soft moan.
At that moment, Madame Promprey entered. Without any further ado, she reached Ginny's bed and after recognizing the injury, bathed her leg in a potion and then proceed to fix it up with a spell, all the while asking questions that Ginny was too tired to reply to.
After Ginny's ankle was mended, the nurse recommended that she stay the night in the hospital wing. Ginny was too tired to argue and besides she did not want to get up from her comfy bed and go any where so she just continued to sleep on her bed.
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Well how was it? It was a little longer. Sorry I took so long to write. I had a holiday today, so I decided to write a little something. My exams start in two weeks then it vacation time and stories galore!!!!!
Thanks to all my wonderful, wonderful reviewers. I feel so happy knowing that someone out there appreciates my story.