caress
/// acting like nothing's wrong
and everything's okay///
///I've got half a heart to love you
half a mind to leave
torn between what i want
and what i need///
half a heart to love you//
half a mind to leave...ohhh yeah...//
only half a heart///
so do your Jaclyn and Hyde thing
your out of sight is out of mind thing//
and then go and try to save it with a kiss///
half a heart
by h & claire
"Ginny..." the name rolled off of his tongue, and a look of apprehension poured over his face like a grimace as he used one hand to get up, one hand placed on the bed. She felt her breath caught in her throat as the blanket dropped off, revealing his chest. She looked away, feeling her heartbeat pound against the ribs of her chest.
"Oh God," she repeated, her eyes fluttering several times as she blinked, the sheet clutched around her, her hair brushing against her face. "I need to leave."
He parted his lips as if he wanted to protest, but his mouth only moved wordlessly, emotions that she could not distinguish running through his eyes.
"I am sorry..." he finished, his arms now clutching himself, as if he was cold, without warmth.
She tried to lower herself out of bed, but found that she couldn't. Perspiration was trickling down her sides, and she felt uncomfortable getting out of bed naked. She sat upright on the bed, beside him, not saying a thing, her cheeks flushed, tears welling up to her eyes. She could smell the fragrance of vodka, sweat and sex around her.
Vodka. Vodka had caused this. Vodka had brought the past back.
"Ginny...don't cry, don't," he said, in a pleading tone of voice, his hand running through her back comfortingly. She closed her eyes, enjoying the sensation of his hand against her bare skin. He seemed to be enjoying it as well, as he sat upwards, grazing her shoulders, his forehead pressed at the back of her neck after separating two bundles of auburn hair. It was making goose bumps on her skin. Touching him was both heated and cold, like a brushing stroke of being thrown into the ocean, then burned into ashes of a fireplace. Draco brought her closer to him, folding his arms around her chest. She shivered, her teeth searing into her mouth, drawing blood as his lips lingered on her skin. He had soft lips, soft lips that tickled her skin with a wave of restrained tenderness. The intensifying electricity between them felt like being spun many times before falling.
And then - something occurred to her. She jumped, and he sharply withdrew his hand, leaning close so that his lips caught at her earlobe, "What is it?" he asked in a puzzling voice.
"N-n-nothing," she stammered. "Nothing at all."
How could she know that this 'nothing' she said didn't exist in the future would cost her?
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