(A/N) WOW.. long time to type. I'm not going to make up some BS excuse as
to why I haven't written. It's the summer... what do you expect? But I get
pissed off too when people don't write for a long time... sooo here goes.
As Draco lay in his bed, he heard his roommates come in one by one for a night of sleep. He could feel the hunger pains setting in quite nicely, but he still ignored them. He was loosing control over his own body, his own feelings. What the hell had possessed him to kiss Ginny in the hallway? But on top of that, why was he even ashamed? He rolled over on his side, sighing to himself. No, he wasn't ashamed of what he did, not at all.
He had feelings for Ginny that he didn't know he could feel. Then what was it? Was it the possibility of being scrutinized under the eyes of his peers, day after day? Ahh, not being able to be the same ol' Draco Malfoy, the Feared. And that was why he felt the need to be in control, be the dominant one, in their relationship. He couldn't believe himself. He wanted to go to the Library, chancing on meeting Ginny, but after figuring out the source of his torment, he didn't think he could face her.
Ginny awoke to a nice Saturday morning. Most of the people she shared a room with had left, but a few late sleepers still remained. She saw they were still sleeping, and lazily crawled out of bed to change. As she was dressing, memories of the day past returned to haunt her. Or was it a dream? Did Draco really tell her that they would enter into a relationship? And that he would be the dominant one? She laughed to herself. She needed to stop eating before bed or else these ridiculous dreams would continue. She pulled her hair back and began to walk down to the common room.
The few people who inhabited the room looked up and began to speak in hushed tones. What the hell? Ginny walked up to her friend Neville.
"Neville, what's going on?" Ginny asked him pointedly.
"Well, uh. you see. everyones talking about you and Draco," he stammered. Ginny sighed. So it wasn't a dream after all.
Was it worth it? She was going to find out. She thanked Neville half heartedly for relaying the information to her, then walked straight to the common room door, ready to find Draco.
Draco had gone to the Great Hall early, but only picked at his food. He heard people whisper about him the whole time, but he didn't care. He decided that other people wouldn't establish his life; he would. Nevertheless, Draco figured he would wait in the Great Hall until Ginny came in, then he would speak to her.
He knew there were many things to discuss. It wasn't just a typical relationship they'd begin. Oh no, there was much more to it (unless he had the biggest brain fart imaginable and was making this whole thing MUCH more complicated then it should be).
Many questions had arisen as he sat waiting at the uncomfortable wooden table, picking at his food; 1. Dates 2. "Be-together" time 3. Fitting in schoolwork and social time 4. After Hogwarts.and the list went on.
As Draco sat in his own little world, seemingly unaware of the things around him, people whispered about him.
"He's really changed," few spoke.
"What an idiot; I mean, a Weasley?!" others said.
"His hair looks so cute with that un-brushed look," some giggled.
Just when he thought he'd go mad with his own thoughts, he heard the door squeak open. His tousled hair falling into his eyes, he jerked his head upwards in hopes of Ginny.
This time it was.
Ginny walked with her nose in the air towards Gryffindor table. She sat down near the end, and began to select her morning breakfast. As soon as she sat down, someone else did. Draco. She looked him up and down. He was a wreck.
"Uh, Draco? Get much sleep last night?" Ginny scrunched up her nose as she looked back at her Pumpkin juice.
"Well, yes and no. I've been thinking, actually, and I think we ought to talk," His words came out congested, rushed. Ginny forced herself to do a double take, to make sure this really was Draco. Yes, it was Draco; a Draco she had never seen before and figured not many other people had.
"Yeah, I figured we should talk, since everyone else seems to be doing so," She said half sarcastically. She began to eat her food slowly, ready to listen.
"I've figured out that if I do start a relationship with you, no one would respect me. I mean, everyone would think that I've "gone soft", and obviously this would get back to my father. But I don't care. I think people would gain back their respect for me if I hold my ground and consort with you," Ginny barely understood a word he said. She turned her whole body to look at him. He was a mess.
"Draco, I'm a little bit worried for you. You really don't seem like yourself. maybe you should get some sleep and we can talk later," Ginny was really curious as to why this was such a big deal for him. Did his image really mean this much to him?
Apparently so.
"No, no really, I'll be fine after we straighten things up," he sounded slightly calmer, more like his steely self. She couldn't help but smile. She liked him, a lot.
"Okay," she went back to her food, except she really didn't have the stomach for it anymore.
"First off, I think we should try and figure out if this would have any future, because frankly I don't see the point in pursuing something that cannot end in children and gravestones with Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy etched in stone," Ginny couldn't help but giggle. He was really taking this seriously. She loved it though, in her own way. Was this really the Draco that no one else had the opportunity to see?
"Although there are a number of things that could derail a marriage train, Draco, I would be fine with spawning Malfoy children and being buried next to you in a vermin infested graveyard," To the offhand listener, it would seem as if they had traded personalities. Draco had the insecure, troubled persona while Ginny held the composed and collected cards.
"If you're not going to take this seriously, I'm not really sure if I want to continue this conversation," he said flatly. He had taken the time to think about her, and the possible outcomes of their relationship, the least she could do was be serious.
"Okay, I'm sorry. And if I wasn't clear enough before, I.I would be pleased with raising your children and growing old with you," Ginny suddenly was shy, although not embarrassed. She could admit that many times she had fantasized about having children with him. She just couldn't believe that she was actually discussing the matter with him. "But what about you?" She asked quietly.
She saw him smile slightly, and run his fingers through his hair in an attempt to control his beautiful blond locks. "I would love the idea of having children, especially with you. And as for growing old, you'd look good with wrinkles," And with one simple question, the personality tables turned. Ginny blushed, and took a swig of juice. There was a slight pause, each one of them going over countless fantasies of having sex, raising children, growing old. Draco was the first to break the silence.
"With that settled, I think we should talk about the more immediate future," Ginny nodded in compliance. She turned in her seat, so she was facing him, but her eyes were on ground.
"We've only have half a year left, and then I'm gone from this place. You, however, have one more year. I honestly don't see a way that we could get through that," Draco said honestly. Ginny nodded again. He spoke the truth.
"The only thing I could think of would be to write letters, you could visit on some weekends, holidays." Her voice trailed off, it would be a lonely year. Was it worth it? Ah, the dreaded question.
"I think you're worth parchment," Ginny looked up into his eyes, and saw he was smirking. She sighed with a smile on her face and shook her head in a jokingly disapproving way.
"I must admit, I'm worried that that won't be enough for a full school year," Ginny's worries crept back into her thoughts. He had the same fears.
"It'll be hard, but just think how wonderful it will be. I mean, when I would come up for weekends, you'd be in your seventh year and could go down to Hogsmead, and the weekends would be long enough to remind each other or how much we missed one another and how much we love-" Draco stopped. They were getting ahead of themselves. He was getting ahead of himself. He saw Ginny's expression and it made him want to laugh and cry at the same time. Her nose was scrunched up, and her eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment.
Draco leaned his head down closer to her. "Let's just take it one day at a time," he had a small smile dancing upon his lips. Ginny let out an exasperated sigh, smiled, and nodded in agreement.
As Draco lay in his bed, he heard his roommates come in one by one for a night of sleep. He could feel the hunger pains setting in quite nicely, but he still ignored them. He was loosing control over his own body, his own feelings. What the hell had possessed him to kiss Ginny in the hallway? But on top of that, why was he even ashamed? He rolled over on his side, sighing to himself. No, he wasn't ashamed of what he did, not at all.
He had feelings for Ginny that he didn't know he could feel. Then what was it? Was it the possibility of being scrutinized under the eyes of his peers, day after day? Ahh, not being able to be the same ol' Draco Malfoy, the Feared. And that was why he felt the need to be in control, be the dominant one, in their relationship. He couldn't believe himself. He wanted to go to the Library, chancing on meeting Ginny, but after figuring out the source of his torment, he didn't think he could face her.
Ginny awoke to a nice Saturday morning. Most of the people she shared a room with had left, but a few late sleepers still remained. She saw they were still sleeping, and lazily crawled out of bed to change. As she was dressing, memories of the day past returned to haunt her. Or was it a dream? Did Draco really tell her that they would enter into a relationship? And that he would be the dominant one? She laughed to herself. She needed to stop eating before bed or else these ridiculous dreams would continue. She pulled her hair back and began to walk down to the common room.
The few people who inhabited the room looked up and began to speak in hushed tones. What the hell? Ginny walked up to her friend Neville.
"Neville, what's going on?" Ginny asked him pointedly.
"Well, uh. you see. everyones talking about you and Draco," he stammered. Ginny sighed. So it wasn't a dream after all.
Was it worth it? She was going to find out. She thanked Neville half heartedly for relaying the information to her, then walked straight to the common room door, ready to find Draco.
Draco had gone to the Great Hall early, but only picked at his food. He heard people whisper about him the whole time, but he didn't care. He decided that other people wouldn't establish his life; he would. Nevertheless, Draco figured he would wait in the Great Hall until Ginny came in, then he would speak to her.
He knew there were many things to discuss. It wasn't just a typical relationship they'd begin. Oh no, there was much more to it (unless he had the biggest brain fart imaginable and was making this whole thing MUCH more complicated then it should be).
Many questions had arisen as he sat waiting at the uncomfortable wooden table, picking at his food; 1. Dates 2. "Be-together" time 3. Fitting in schoolwork and social time 4. After Hogwarts.and the list went on.
As Draco sat in his own little world, seemingly unaware of the things around him, people whispered about him.
"He's really changed," few spoke.
"What an idiot; I mean, a Weasley?!" others said.
"His hair looks so cute with that un-brushed look," some giggled.
Just when he thought he'd go mad with his own thoughts, he heard the door squeak open. His tousled hair falling into his eyes, he jerked his head upwards in hopes of Ginny.
This time it was.
Ginny walked with her nose in the air towards Gryffindor table. She sat down near the end, and began to select her morning breakfast. As soon as she sat down, someone else did. Draco. She looked him up and down. He was a wreck.
"Uh, Draco? Get much sleep last night?" Ginny scrunched up her nose as she looked back at her Pumpkin juice.
"Well, yes and no. I've been thinking, actually, and I think we ought to talk," His words came out congested, rushed. Ginny forced herself to do a double take, to make sure this really was Draco. Yes, it was Draco; a Draco she had never seen before and figured not many other people had.
"Yeah, I figured we should talk, since everyone else seems to be doing so," She said half sarcastically. She began to eat her food slowly, ready to listen.
"I've figured out that if I do start a relationship with you, no one would respect me. I mean, everyone would think that I've "gone soft", and obviously this would get back to my father. But I don't care. I think people would gain back their respect for me if I hold my ground and consort with you," Ginny barely understood a word he said. She turned her whole body to look at him. He was a mess.
"Draco, I'm a little bit worried for you. You really don't seem like yourself. maybe you should get some sleep and we can talk later," Ginny was really curious as to why this was such a big deal for him. Did his image really mean this much to him?
Apparently so.
"No, no really, I'll be fine after we straighten things up," he sounded slightly calmer, more like his steely self. She couldn't help but smile. She liked him, a lot.
"Okay," she went back to her food, except she really didn't have the stomach for it anymore.
"First off, I think we should try and figure out if this would have any future, because frankly I don't see the point in pursuing something that cannot end in children and gravestones with Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy etched in stone," Ginny couldn't help but giggle. He was really taking this seriously. She loved it though, in her own way. Was this really the Draco that no one else had the opportunity to see?
"Although there are a number of things that could derail a marriage train, Draco, I would be fine with spawning Malfoy children and being buried next to you in a vermin infested graveyard," To the offhand listener, it would seem as if they had traded personalities. Draco had the insecure, troubled persona while Ginny held the composed and collected cards.
"If you're not going to take this seriously, I'm not really sure if I want to continue this conversation," he said flatly. He had taken the time to think about her, and the possible outcomes of their relationship, the least she could do was be serious.
"Okay, I'm sorry. And if I wasn't clear enough before, I.I would be pleased with raising your children and growing old with you," Ginny suddenly was shy, although not embarrassed. She could admit that many times she had fantasized about having children with him. She just couldn't believe that she was actually discussing the matter with him. "But what about you?" She asked quietly.
She saw him smile slightly, and run his fingers through his hair in an attempt to control his beautiful blond locks. "I would love the idea of having children, especially with you. And as for growing old, you'd look good with wrinkles," And with one simple question, the personality tables turned. Ginny blushed, and took a swig of juice. There was a slight pause, each one of them going over countless fantasies of having sex, raising children, growing old. Draco was the first to break the silence.
"With that settled, I think we should talk about the more immediate future," Ginny nodded in compliance. She turned in her seat, so she was facing him, but her eyes were on ground.
"We've only have half a year left, and then I'm gone from this place. You, however, have one more year. I honestly don't see a way that we could get through that," Draco said honestly. Ginny nodded again. He spoke the truth.
"The only thing I could think of would be to write letters, you could visit on some weekends, holidays." Her voice trailed off, it would be a lonely year. Was it worth it? Ah, the dreaded question.
"I think you're worth parchment," Ginny looked up into his eyes, and saw he was smirking. She sighed with a smile on her face and shook her head in a jokingly disapproving way.
"I must admit, I'm worried that that won't be enough for a full school year," Ginny's worries crept back into her thoughts. He had the same fears.
"It'll be hard, but just think how wonderful it will be. I mean, when I would come up for weekends, you'd be in your seventh year and could go down to Hogsmead, and the weekends would be long enough to remind each other or how much we missed one another and how much we love-" Draco stopped. They were getting ahead of themselves. He was getting ahead of himself. He saw Ginny's expression and it made him want to laugh and cry at the same time. Her nose was scrunched up, and her eyes were filled with confusion and bewilderment.
Draco leaned his head down closer to her. "Let's just take it one day at a time," he had a small smile dancing upon his lips. Ginny let out an exasperated sigh, smiled, and nodded in agreement.