A/N: Thanx so much for all of the reviews!! I know, it's a late update, but
. . . it's a good one!
JadedRoses and wicchick, yes it is very difficult. However, I'm by myself now ;) nothing is holding me back!
Please R&R, they keep me going!
DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, and partly Warner Bros. I do not own Harry Potter, or anything associated with it (
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Chapter Four
Harry's first thought was to try to get out, but then knew that Draco and Ginny would hear him despite their obvious preoccupation. He knew first- hand that even during the most 'preoccupying' moments, your ears are still sensitive to the door opening and closing. There was a very eyebrow- raising incident last month with Dean and him in Myrtle's bathroom. So, Harry concluded that he would have to stay in the room.
Harry sat down where he was before, and did everything save making noise to distract himself from Ginny and Draco. However, he was quite fascinated by Draco. 'Wow . . . what was that? How does his neck move that way? I wish he would show me . . .'
Harry decided that when he got back to the common room, these thoughts would never pass through his mind again. But, for the moment, they were staying right where they were . . .
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Now Ginny could quite well remember why she put up with Draco . . . he could kiss so bloody well! Dean had quite frankly sucked, Colin was always too nervous, and Michael, well, lets just leave it at that. Draco had this . . . energy, which seemed to flow from him. His usually seething and thunderous gray eyes turned a soft calm-before-the-storm cloud color when he wasn't in 'Slytherin mode'. He wasn't sarcastic, and he had only once smirked. 'This is the real Draco . . .' thought Ginny, but not-so-silently moaning while Draco spread out her body across the sofa, and she felt him do the same. 'This is the real Draco.'
Draco cradled her head in his hands, running his hands through her hair. When he looked into her eyes, Ginny saw questioning and hurt in the orbs of gray looking back at her. 'He knows . . .' thought Ginny and she too quickly forced her lips onto his. 'Oh well, it is too late to do anything and too early to talk about it . . . I will just kiss him . . .'
When this last thought had flow into her mind, she unconsciously put more pressure into her kiss, and more longing when she stroked his back. She felt him quiver, but didn't stop. There was more pain and sympathy now in his touch and kiss than before. Her brain was telling her to stop now, and it would hurt more. But her lips and her heart and her body were overcoming her common sense. 'What kind of a fucking psychic is he? How does he know what I'm feeling?' desperately thought Ginny, as she tried to keep going. Draco kept slowing down, and she was being torn between her heart and her common sense. Finally, he pulled away from her, and there was no mistaking the look of wonderment and sympathy in his look. He lightly kissed her, and then got up . . .
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At this point, Harry had stopped trying to push down his thoughts. He was so stricken with this new Draco that he couldn't take his eyes off of him. He hadn't used any sarcasm, he had smiled (not smirked), and most of all he could tell that he was an excellent kisser.
As Harry was now openly staring at Draco, he could notice the apparent tension between the couple, despite paying attention solely to him. He was confused, and this confusion was what snapped him out of his stupor. 'What was I thinking?? Draco MALFOY? It would never work . . . in less than a year he will have the Dark Mark on his forearm.'
His deeply saddened heart told him to just go away now, and to not waste his time trying to change Draco. Full of sadness, Harry blinked, and forced his mind to think of a way to get out of the room. The only way out was the old wooden door that he had come in from. He took a deep (though painfully silent) breath. 'OK Potter, you can do this . . . 3 . . . . 2 . . . . 1 . . . .' and with that he rose out of the chair.
Harry cautiously glanced over at the couple, and realized that Draco was starting to get up. He hurried quickly and quietly over to the door, and was trying to figure out how to open the door without them noticing when he heard a heart-wrenching voice in his ear.
"Harry Potter . . . now, you know that I love an audience! Why leave so soon?"
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AHHH!!! Not so much action as you may have been expecting, I know, but . . . oh well!
The next chapter is the last one, and should be arriving tomorrow or the next day at the latest!!
Once again, be sure to R&R! The only thing that I won't be happy at will be flames, but any constructive criticism would help!
Remember . . . I'm still not so experienced at writing fanfics, so hints are great as well!
JadedRoses and wicchick, yes it is very difficult. However, I'm by myself now ;) nothing is holding me back!
Please R&R, they keep me going!
DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling, and partly Warner Bros. I do not own Harry Potter, or anything associated with it (
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Chapter Four
Harry's first thought was to try to get out, but then knew that Draco and Ginny would hear him despite their obvious preoccupation. He knew first- hand that even during the most 'preoccupying' moments, your ears are still sensitive to the door opening and closing. There was a very eyebrow- raising incident last month with Dean and him in Myrtle's bathroom. So, Harry concluded that he would have to stay in the room.
Harry sat down where he was before, and did everything save making noise to distract himself from Ginny and Draco. However, he was quite fascinated by Draco. 'Wow . . . what was that? How does his neck move that way? I wish he would show me . . .'
Harry decided that when he got back to the common room, these thoughts would never pass through his mind again. But, for the moment, they were staying right where they were . . .
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Now Ginny could quite well remember why she put up with Draco . . . he could kiss so bloody well! Dean had quite frankly sucked, Colin was always too nervous, and Michael, well, lets just leave it at that. Draco had this . . . energy, which seemed to flow from him. His usually seething and thunderous gray eyes turned a soft calm-before-the-storm cloud color when he wasn't in 'Slytherin mode'. He wasn't sarcastic, and he had only once smirked. 'This is the real Draco . . .' thought Ginny, but not-so-silently moaning while Draco spread out her body across the sofa, and she felt him do the same. 'This is the real Draco.'
Draco cradled her head in his hands, running his hands through her hair. When he looked into her eyes, Ginny saw questioning and hurt in the orbs of gray looking back at her. 'He knows . . .' thought Ginny and she too quickly forced her lips onto his. 'Oh well, it is too late to do anything and too early to talk about it . . . I will just kiss him . . .'
When this last thought had flow into her mind, she unconsciously put more pressure into her kiss, and more longing when she stroked his back. She felt him quiver, but didn't stop. There was more pain and sympathy now in his touch and kiss than before. Her brain was telling her to stop now, and it would hurt more. But her lips and her heart and her body were overcoming her common sense. 'What kind of a fucking psychic is he? How does he know what I'm feeling?' desperately thought Ginny, as she tried to keep going. Draco kept slowing down, and she was being torn between her heart and her common sense. Finally, he pulled away from her, and there was no mistaking the look of wonderment and sympathy in his look. He lightly kissed her, and then got up . . .
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At this point, Harry had stopped trying to push down his thoughts. He was so stricken with this new Draco that he couldn't take his eyes off of him. He hadn't used any sarcasm, he had smiled (not smirked), and most of all he could tell that he was an excellent kisser.
As Harry was now openly staring at Draco, he could notice the apparent tension between the couple, despite paying attention solely to him. He was confused, and this confusion was what snapped him out of his stupor. 'What was I thinking?? Draco MALFOY? It would never work . . . in less than a year he will have the Dark Mark on his forearm.'
His deeply saddened heart told him to just go away now, and to not waste his time trying to change Draco. Full of sadness, Harry blinked, and forced his mind to think of a way to get out of the room. The only way out was the old wooden door that he had come in from. He took a deep (though painfully silent) breath. 'OK Potter, you can do this . . . 3 . . . . 2 . . . . 1 . . . .' and with that he rose out of the chair.
Harry cautiously glanced over at the couple, and realized that Draco was starting to get up. He hurried quickly and quietly over to the door, and was trying to figure out how to open the door without them noticing when he heard a heart-wrenching voice in his ear.
"Harry Potter . . . now, you know that I love an audience! Why leave so soon?"
^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^_^
AHHH!!! Not so much action as you may have been expecting, I know, but . . . oh well!
The next chapter is the last one, and should be arriving tomorrow or the next day at the latest!!
Once again, be sure to R&R! The only thing that I won't be happy at will be flames, but any constructive criticism would help!
Remember . . . I'm still not so experienced at writing fanfics, so hints are great as well!