Chocolate
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Summary: One shot fic-let. Draco observes Ginny in a very inappropriate manner…
She's sitting alone in the Great Hall. She's not near anybody, except Neville Longbottom as far as I can tell. Her hair covers the expression on her face; all I can see is her brown eyes darting back and forth. Longbottom brushes against her while he tries to get milk, and of course, spills it. I watch Longbottom enviously. It's not fair he gets to be close to her all the time. It's not fair at all. She sips her pumpkin juice, at ease. She doesn't know I am watching her, my eyes going up and down the length of her body, her curves, her breasts, and any bare skin she might offer. But the only thing visible is her neck. She's such a tease and she doesn't even know it. She licks her lips, her tongue taking in all the remains of her food before she gets up, licking her fingers. Every time she licks her fingertip, I feel a shivering chill come over me, because there are other things she might want to lick…
Her brother would kill me if he knew.
I squint my eyes; I can see chocolate in between her fingers. Her tongue slathers all over it, and she sighs in contentment. She loves chocolate, as far as I can tell. She smells like chocolate most of the time, like a faint perfume that wavers around her. As she walks out her hips sway gracefully. I wonder how it would feel to graze those hips, touch her breasts, cup them…and smother her lips with chocolate.
Chocolate melts in your mouth. Sweet chocolate…all over her…
It would be very; very delicious…I shift in my seat, uncomfortable. I can feel my pants tighten. Finally, I settle in standing up.
"Where are you going?" Crabbe asks, confused, standing up too.
"Sit," I order, and he obeys.
"But…Malfoy…" he says reluctantly as I fully get out of my seat.
"Let's just say I am going to get some chocolate," I say vaguely, although in my mind, I know very well it's not really chocolate I want to taste…
Yes, it's true. I thought of this while eating a kit-kat.
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