Disclaimer: By now, everyone knows that I, BlackOpal, DON'T own Harry
Potter. Shocking isn't it?
A/N: *sigh* Thanks to Snazz (obviously) because she yelled at me to keep writing this damn story. Shelley for telling me that Blaise is a conceited bitch and that it's ok to hate her sometimes and of course, Nita for telling me if Ron would or would not actually say his line about his sister.
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Ginny stumbled into her dorm still blushing over the events that had occured. Malfoy- Draco- had kissed her twice more after that. She didn't kiss back but she didn't pull away. It was only after his hands strayed a bit lower then her neck that she ended it.
Draco Malfoy had been her first kiss. She giggled. What would Ron say if he heard that? Or Harry!
He wasn't as bad as the boys thought, sort of nice. He did bring her the flowers, even if they were cut from the lawn. And he did apologize nicely. Sort of.
Maybe he wasn't as bad as they said he was.
******
Draco floated into the common room looking as if he found out he was Voldemort's own son. Blaise looked up from the couch shocked, if he didn't know any better, she'd say he was in love.
Unwraping Marcus' arms and legs from her body, she strutted over to him.
"What in the bloody hell is up with you?" She asked delicately.
"I'm about to win everything I wanted from you!" He said tapping her on the nose.
Blaise wore a look of pure disgust. "Did you just tap my nose?"
"Yup," he said and grabbed her arms, turning her in a old fashioned dance.
And so, she slapped him.
He shuddered underneath it, then- "Wow! I needed that."
Blaise nodded. She looked him over while trying to figure out what had made him act so oddly. Surely it couldn't be that Weasley girl. She gasped, bringing her perfectly manicured fingers up to her lips.
"You love her!" She screeched.
It was amazing. Just the fact that Draco loved anyone besides well... her befundled her brain. "Oh my God. You love her!" She backed down onto the couch and put her head into her hands. This could not be happening to her.
"Don't be daft Blaise, I've known her for what- two days? I can't love her. Besides, I love you!" But even as Draco said this, his eyes glazed over and Blaise knew he was thinking of that red headed freak. She stared at him.
"Oye, Blaise." Marcus grunted from his corner of the couch. "You coming back?"
"Give me a second." Blaise hissed. They were having quite a fun time before Draco came in, but his presence had pretty much ruined it.
Draco raised his eyebrow in suspicion. "Enough about me. What's with you and him?"
Blaise glared at him, hating his ease in changing the subject. "We were being reckless teenagers and making out on the couch but that was before you came in with this. this problem."
"It's not a problem Blaise. I don't love her- I love you. It's just an act I'm putting on, you know trying to be in love for when I see her." Draco laughed. "Honestly Blaise, you think I would fall in love with a Weasel." He shook his head at the mere thought before kissing her on the cheek and muttering, "I'm off to bed. I need to get my prized beauty rest."
Blaise watched him go. She studied the bounce in his step and the little flip he did when he ran his fingers through his hair. There was no doubt about it- he was in love.
"Shit!" She said, plopping down on the couch. Marcus slipped over to her and began getting aquatinted with her collarbone. She let him, occasionally stroking his hair and moaning so as to make him believe she was enjoying it all. But her mind was screaming with thoughts.
It was her fault. She had stupidly made the bet, not thinking about what could happen. On the other hand, how was she supposed to know Draco would fall in love with his worst enemy?
Marcus had grown tired with her collarbone and had dragged his tongue up to her mouth. She fought down a scream as his tongue flickered across her teeth. How could she have let all this happen? She allowed her tongue to go into Marcus' mouth and explore freely. What did that little twit have that she didn't? Beauty? Nawh, she thought exchanging her spit with Marcus, she was much prettier. Brains? Blaise snorted, that didn't seem likely.
Virginity. That was it. Ginny had virginity and Blaise didn't.
Why was virginity so damn attractive to guys?
Making a noise of frustration, she stood up and wiped her mouth clean of Marcus spit.
"Well, that was fun," she said to the utterly confused boy, "we should do it again sometime." And was off to her dorm to get her own beauty rest.
*******
Ginny walked fast down the Great Hall. She had woken up late and was afraid she had missed breakfast. Deciding that breakfast was more important then a sprained ankle, she broke into a run. Sure she earned some pretty disgusting looks from seventh years as she did but the point is, she got to the hall before it had cleared out.
Grinning, she spotted Ron, Hermione and Harry in a corner of the table and she rushed to sit next to Hermione. Within minutes her plate was full of goodies like croissants, watermelon, cantaloupe and of course many flavors of jams.
Like Draco had the night before, she had the bounce of being in love. And Harry noticed this, being the gentleman he is. He nudged Ron, who had been stuffing his face with his own croissants and jams, who promptly looked up and asked the question no one else but a brother could ask.
"Who slipped you drugs into your pumpkin juice?" His mouth was full of his own pumpkin juice at the time of course.
Ginny giggled. "Absolutely nothing oh darling brother of mine." She kissed him on the nose as she reached for another croissant.
They gapped at this new, cheery girl. What was wrong with her? Hermione pressed the back of her hand to her forehead.
"She feels all right." She said wearily. The boys exchanged glances and Hermione shrugged. "Maybe she got a good score on a test. That always puts me in a good mood."
"Obviously," Ron muttered, "you getting a good grade is like Christmas. You'd think you'd get tired of it."
"Oh Ron!" And they proceeded to dive into a conversation in which Ginny had nothing to do with.
She was about to bite into watermelon when she caught a certain Slytherin's eye. He was looking right at her, not even bothering to hide it. In fact. he was mouthing something. Ginny squinted, blocking out the three chatting besides her.
First he pointed to himself, then to her. This led her to assume that he meant the two of them. Then he pointed to outside the Entrance Hall. This led her to believe that he wanted them to meet outside in the Entrance Hall. Then he held up ten fingers. This led her to believe that he wanted the two of them to meet outside in the Entrance Hall in ten minutes.
She nodded. Then took a sip from her pumpkin juice. She had just done a lot of thinking.
Hurriedly she drank and ate everything that was on her plate, trying to be subtle of course. Ten minutes later, she was strolling outside to the Entrance Hall, waiting for Draco.
He appeared twenty-five seconds later (not that she was counting). He walked towards her with a dopey grin on his face.
"Hi beautiful," he said and promptly moved to smother her with kisses.
A/N: *sigh* Thanks to Snazz (obviously) because she yelled at me to keep writing this damn story. Shelley for telling me that Blaise is a conceited bitch and that it's ok to hate her sometimes and of course, Nita for telling me if Ron would or would not actually say his line about his sister.
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Ginny stumbled into her dorm still blushing over the events that had occured. Malfoy- Draco- had kissed her twice more after that. She didn't kiss back but she didn't pull away. It was only after his hands strayed a bit lower then her neck that she ended it.
Draco Malfoy had been her first kiss. She giggled. What would Ron say if he heard that? Or Harry!
He wasn't as bad as the boys thought, sort of nice. He did bring her the flowers, even if they were cut from the lawn. And he did apologize nicely. Sort of.
Maybe he wasn't as bad as they said he was.
******
Draco floated into the common room looking as if he found out he was Voldemort's own son. Blaise looked up from the couch shocked, if he didn't know any better, she'd say he was in love.
Unwraping Marcus' arms and legs from her body, she strutted over to him.
"What in the bloody hell is up with you?" She asked delicately.
"I'm about to win everything I wanted from you!" He said tapping her on the nose.
Blaise wore a look of pure disgust. "Did you just tap my nose?"
"Yup," he said and grabbed her arms, turning her in a old fashioned dance.
And so, she slapped him.
He shuddered underneath it, then- "Wow! I needed that."
Blaise nodded. She looked him over while trying to figure out what had made him act so oddly. Surely it couldn't be that Weasley girl. She gasped, bringing her perfectly manicured fingers up to her lips.
"You love her!" She screeched.
It was amazing. Just the fact that Draco loved anyone besides well... her befundled her brain. "Oh my God. You love her!" She backed down onto the couch and put her head into her hands. This could not be happening to her.
"Don't be daft Blaise, I've known her for what- two days? I can't love her. Besides, I love you!" But even as Draco said this, his eyes glazed over and Blaise knew he was thinking of that red headed freak. She stared at him.
"Oye, Blaise." Marcus grunted from his corner of the couch. "You coming back?"
"Give me a second." Blaise hissed. They were having quite a fun time before Draco came in, but his presence had pretty much ruined it.
Draco raised his eyebrow in suspicion. "Enough about me. What's with you and him?"
Blaise glared at him, hating his ease in changing the subject. "We were being reckless teenagers and making out on the couch but that was before you came in with this. this problem."
"It's not a problem Blaise. I don't love her- I love you. It's just an act I'm putting on, you know trying to be in love for when I see her." Draco laughed. "Honestly Blaise, you think I would fall in love with a Weasel." He shook his head at the mere thought before kissing her on the cheek and muttering, "I'm off to bed. I need to get my prized beauty rest."
Blaise watched him go. She studied the bounce in his step and the little flip he did when he ran his fingers through his hair. There was no doubt about it- he was in love.
"Shit!" She said, plopping down on the couch. Marcus slipped over to her and began getting aquatinted with her collarbone. She let him, occasionally stroking his hair and moaning so as to make him believe she was enjoying it all. But her mind was screaming with thoughts.
It was her fault. She had stupidly made the bet, not thinking about what could happen. On the other hand, how was she supposed to know Draco would fall in love with his worst enemy?
Marcus had grown tired with her collarbone and had dragged his tongue up to her mouth. She fought down a scream as his tongue flickered across her teeth. How could she have let all this happen? She allowed her tongue to go into Marcus' mouth and explore freely. What did that little twit have that she didn't? Beauty? Nawh, she thought exchanging her spit with Marcus, she was much prettier. Brains? Blaise snorted, that didn't seem likely.
Virginity. That was it. Ginny had virginity and Blaise didn't.
Why was virginity so damn attractive to guys?
Making a noise of frustration, she stood up and wiped her mouth clean of Marcus spit.
"Well, that was fun," she said to the utterly confused boy, "we should do it again sometime." And was off to her dorm to get her own beauty rest.
*******
Ginny walked fast down the Great Hall. She had woken up late and was afraid she had missed breakfast. Deciding that breakfast was more important then a sprained ankle, she broke into a run. Sure she earned some pretty disgusting looks from seventh years as she did but the point is, she got to the hall before it had cleared out.
Grinning, she spotted Ron, Hermione and Harry in a corner of the table and she rushed to sit next to Hermione. Within minutes her plate was full of goodies like croissants, watermelon, cantaloupe and of course many flavors of jams.
Like Draco had the night before, she had the bounce of being in love. And Harry noticed this, being the gentleman he is. He nudged Ron, who had been stuffing his face with his own croissants and jams, who promptly looked up and asked the question no one else but a brother could ask.
"Who slipped you drugs into your pumpkin juice?" His mouth was full of his own pumpkin juice at the time of course.
Ginny giggled. "Absolutely nothing oh darling brother of mine." She kissed him on the nose as she reached for another croissant.
They gapped at this new, cheery girl. What was wrong with her? Hermione pressed the back of her hand to her forehead.
"She feels all right." She said wearily. The boys exchanged glances and Hermione shrugged. "Maybe she got a good score on a test. That always puts me in a good mood."
"Obviously," Ron muttered, "you getting a good grade is like Christmas. You'd think you'd get tired of it."
"Oh Ron!" And they proceeded to dive into a conversation in which Ginny had nothing to do with.
She was about to bite into watermelon when she caught a certain Slytherin's eye. He was looking right at her, not even bothering to hide it. In fact. he was mouthing something. Ginny squinted, blocking out the three chatting besides her.
First he pointed to himself, then to her. This led her to assume that he meant the two of them. Then he pointed to outside the Entrance Hall. This led her to believe that he wanted them to meet outside in the Entrance Hall. Then he held up ten fingers. This led her to believe that he wanted the two of them to meet outside in the Entrance Hall in ten minutes.
She nodded. Then took a sip from her pumpkin juice. She had just done a lot of thinking.
Hurriedly she drank and ate everything that was on her plate, trying to be subtle of course. Ten minutes later, she was strolling outside to the Entrance Hall, waiting for Draco.
He appeared twenty-five seconds later (not that she was counting). He walked towards her with a dopey grin on his face.
"Hi beautiful," he said and promptly moved to smother her with kisses.
