How To Be Bad
by x0firefly0x
Summary: Ginny Weasley is sick of being innocent. She's sick of being forgotten by boys. What to do? Take lessons in being bad of course! Her tutor? Draco Malfoy. Sparks fly as lessons go on. DMGW. Rated PG-13 for cursing.
Goal: 70 reviews
Chapter 10: Those Three Little Words
Ginny and Draco walked to their willow tree, this time learning their lesson, and sitting on the mossy ground beneath it. Draco kept talking, praising her magnificently. Ginny's ears went in and out of focus, hearing snatches of what Draco was saying. All she kept thinking about was how she had just betrayed her best friend in the world, all for Draco. Hadn't they promised one another they'd always be best friends, and would never let a man get between their friendship? Ginny supposed she'd broken that promised, and that they weren't friends anymore. Tears came to her eyes as the thought of never speaking to Hermione again filled her mind.
Ginny cuddled into Draco's muscular arms (*drool*) and placed a small hand on his flat abs (*drool*) for comfort. He wrapped an arm tightly around her. Ginny was holding back a sob, but Draco obviously noticed she was crying. He looked down at her, and his eyes softened. With a hand roughened by years of Quidditch, he wiped a tear away.
"Do you trust me?" Draco said softly, looking steadily into her eyes.
"What?" Ginny asked, sniffling.
"Do you trust me?" he said, a little louder this time, but still quiet enough to ensure that only Ginny could hear him.
Ginny regarded him with a steady gaze, then smiled through her tears.
"Yes," she whispered.
Draco smiled, and leant forward very slowly...Ginny did the same, her heart pounding loudly through her ears. Even though this was certainly not her first kiss, it was *their* first kiss...Their lips met, Ginny's slightly salty because of her tears, her eyelashes leaving trails of tear droplets on his clean-shaven cheek. It was such a chaste kiss at first, but it soon led to Draco's tongue gently prodding her lips. Ginny parted them, and allowed his tongue to enter, playfully massaging their tongues together. The world spun around them, and it felt as if they were the only ones left in the world.
'He's good,' Ginny thought. She tried not to think of how he had gotten so good, about how much practice he must have had. She knew he had a reputation around Hogwarts as a playboy but...'Wait a minute!' Ginny thought, 'What if he's just playing me?!' Her temper rose. They finally drew apart. All doubts vanished as her doe-brown eyes met his soft grey ones. None of the hardness she had detected was still there...she only saw...'Is it love?' Ginny thought, her breath quickening. A smile spread upon her delicate features and freckled face.
"The rose is red," he murmured, looking down at her hands, gently caressing them.
"Hmm?" Ginny said, rubbing his broad thumb with her own smaller, and much softer one.
"The rose I gave you is a Passion Rose," Draco said, explaining.
"Oh. What's that?" Ginny said, a wondering tone to her voice.
Draco shook his head slightly, grinning, "Because of the sprite, it changes colour based on our feelings for each other. It was silver at first because we weren't very sure of how we felt about one another. Now we are, so the colour should have changed." He yawned, and lay his head on her shoulder, his blond hair coming undone and drooping on her shoulder.
"Thank you, Draco. It's beautiful." Ginny said.
"You're welcome," Draco said. Ginny pulled her head out from underneath and rested her fiery head on his chest. She regulated her breathing to match his, which had considerably slowed. Things Ginny had never felt before rushed through her mind.
"I love you," Ginny whispered tentatively.
Draco didn't answer. Ginny's bottom lip tremble, and she looked up.
Draco had fallen asleep. Trying not to wake him, she placed her head back on his chest and closed her eyes, deciding to wait a while before she said those three little words that meant so much again.
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Quote of the Chapter: "What is it you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the words I have read in my life." -Walt Whitman
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Author's Note: Sorry, this chapter was just to establish how Ginny feels about him. It was pure fluff, which is perfect for D/G, no? Doesn't it suck for Ginny that when she says this, that he falls asleep? Oh, and quill-angel, is the rose magical enough for you, *wink wink*? Draco is hott *collective drool*. Anyways, REVIEW!!!!! My goal is 70 reviews at this chapter! REVIEW, and remember, I love when I get e-mails from you guys (ginnyluvr@yahoo.com) so plz write! I'd also love getting beta reading jobs. It's fun! Thanks guys, I appreciate everything. Love you!
~Firefly
by x0firefly0x
Summary: Ginny Weasley is sick of being innocent. She's sick of being forgotten by boys. What to do? Take lessons in being bad of course! Her tutor? Draco Malfoy. Sparks fly as lessons go on. DMGW. Rated PG-13 for cursing.
Goal: 70 reviews
Chapter 10: Those Three Little Words
Ginny and Draco walked to their willow tree, this time learning their lesson, and sitting on the mossy ground beneath it. Draco kept talking, praising her magnificently. Ginny's ears went in and out of focus, hearing snatches of what Draco was saying. All she kept thinking about was how she had just betrayed her best friend in the world, all for Draco. Hadn't they promised one another they'd always be best friends, and would never let a man get between their friendship? Ginny supposed she'd broken that promised, and that they weren't friends anymore. Tears came to her eyes as the thought of never speaking to Hermione again filled her mind.
Ginny cuddled into Draco's muscular arms (*drool*) and placed a small hand on his flat abs (*drool*) for comfort. He wrapped an arm tightly around her. Ginny was holding back a sob, but Draco obviously noticed she was crying. He looked down at her, and his eyes softened. With a hand roughened by years of Quidditch, he wiped a tear away.
"Do you trust me?" Draco said softly, looking steadily into her eyes.
"What?" Ginny asked, sniffling.
"Do you trust me?" he said, a little louder this time, but still quiet enough to ensure that only Ginny could hear him.
Ginny regarded him with a steady gaze, then smiled through her tears.
"Yes," she whispered.
Draco smiled, and leant forward very slowly...Ginny did the same, her heart pounding loudly through her ears. Even though this was certainly not her first kiss, it was *their* first kiss...Their lips met, Ginny's slightly salty because of her tears, her eyelashes leaving trails of tear droplets on his clean-shaven cheek. It was such a chaste kiss at first, but it soon led to Draco's tongue gently prodding her lips. Ginny parted them, and allowed his tongue to enter, playfully massaging their tongues together. The world spun around them, and it felt as if they were the only ones left in the world.
'He's good,' Ginny thought. She tried not to think of how he had gotten so good, about how much practice he must have had. She knew he had a reputation around Hogwarts as a playboy but...'Wait a minute!' Ginny thought, 'What if he's just playing me?!' Her temper rose. They finally drew apart. All doubts vanished as her doe-brown eyes met his soft grey ones. None of the hardness she had detected was still there...she only saw...'Is it love?' Ginny thought, her breath quickening. A smile spread upon her delicate features and freckled face.
"The rose is red," he murmured, looking down at her hands, gently caressing them.
"Hmm?" Ginny said, rubbing his broad thumb with her own smaller, and much softer one.
"The rose I gave you is a Passion Rose," Draco said, explaining.
"Oh. What's that?" Ginny said, a wondering tone to her voice.
Draco shook his head slightly, grinning, "Because of the sprite, it changes colour based on our feelings for each other. It was silver at first because we weren't very sure of how we felt about one another. Now we are, so the colour should have changed." He yawned, and lay his head on her shoulder, his blond hair coming undone and drooping on her shoulder.
"Thank you, Draco. It's beautiful." Ginny said.
"You're welcome," Draco said. Ginny pulled her head out from underneath and rested her fiery head on his chest. She regulated her breathing to match his, which had considerably slowed. Things Ginny had never felt before rushed through her mind.
"I love you," Ginny whispered tentatively.
Draco didn't answer. Ginny's bottom lip tremble, and she looked up.
Draco had fallen asleep. Trying not to wake him, she placed her head back on his chest and closed her eyes, deciding to wait a while before she said those three little words that meant so much again.
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Quote of the Chapter: "What is it you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the words I have read in my life." -Walt Whitman
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Author's Note: Sorry, this chapter was just to establish how Ginny feels about him. It was pure fluff, which is perfect for D/G, no? Doesn't it suck for Ginny that when she says this, that he falls asleep? Oh, and quill-angel, is the rose magical enough for you, *wink wink*? Draco is hott *collective drool*. Anyways, REVIEW!!!!! My goal is 70 reviews at this chapter! REVIEW, and remember, I love when I get e-mails from you guys (ginnyluvr@yahoo.com) so plz write! I'd also love getting beta reading jobs. It's fun! Thanks guys, I appreciate everything. Love you!
~Firefly