Chapter Two / Awaken From Blissful Slumber
Draco Malfoy slowly and groggily opened his eyes. He looked around and suddenly recalled that he was lying on a beautiful bed of roses. He lolled his head to the side when he realized that his arms were around a beautiful woman. Not just a beautiful woman…a goddess. Her hair was fire, spreading everywhere, entwined in his fingers, resting on his neck, smelling of beautiful strawberries. Draco did the only thing that came to mind. He leaned down and gently planted a kiss on the goddess's head, waking her.
"Mmm…" She said nuzzling Draco's neck softly. Draco lifted one arm from around her, cupped her face and brought her lips to his. Their tongues explored their mouths, as the goddess sweetly deepened the kiss. The goddess wove her fingers into his hair, making him moan as her soft fingers massaged his scalp. Finally, the kiss was broken; their lips parted. They stared at each other for what seemed like only seconds in their mind; but happened to be about five minutes. Draco didn't blink. She wasn't beautiful; she was beauty.
"What is your name?" Draco asked softly, pulling her gently on top of him, them cuddling in warmth. She hesitated, breathing slowly, when she whispered something very quietly in his ear. He chuckled, leaned toward her and repeated, "-What is your name?" She whispered again, even quieter, and he couldn't hear. He asked again.
Then, clear as day, the goddess said, "Virginia Weasley." It was as though someone had stuck out their hand and scratched the record playing beautiful classical music, and brought it all to a screeching halt. Draco pulled as far away from Ginny as possible without falling off the bed of roses.
"Whaaaaattt?" He asked, appalled. He pulled back and gave the Weasel a disgusted look, suddenly wide-awake. "If only I had known that you were a Weasel, I would have never slept with you! Well, you know what I mean." Draco said, crossing his arms. The only thoughts that were running through his head were, 'Father is going to kill me,' and '-what a disgrace of your family's name!' and a tiny little voice saying, 'Come on, she's gorgeous!' Ginny rolled her eyes, and Draco sneered at her angrily, "Oh, what now you filthy muggle-lover?"
"Oh, nothing." Ginny said, loving that she was going to be able to tease him. "-I'm just rolling my eyes because I know exactly what's running through your head at this precise moment." Ginny said, crossing her arms. This talent of Ginny's was not a magical power that she possessed; it was simply a notion, based on his expressions that were only the tiniest bit visible behind his cold and now angry eyes.
"Oh, really?" Draco snapped, clearly not impressed. "That's amazing, you rotten slut, now run along and chase the Potty and your Weasel brother on some pathetic heroic adventure, where Potty will end up saving you from whatever dumb mess you get yourself into!" Draco yelled without thinking. The comments seemed to have struck a nerve, as tears gathered in Ginny's eyes. She turned away, slipped off the rose bed, and ran out of the courtyard, down the corridors and to the Gryffindor Tower, where she ran into the 6th year girls' dormitory, which was totally vacant. She stopped at her bed as tears flooded now endlessly from her eyes as she recalled frightful images of Tom Riddle, Harry almost being terribly injured, and Ron treating her like a child. Draco was just one more to the painful pile; so why did it hurt so much more?
Meanwhile, back at the bed of roses it was starting to get dark. How had an afternoon that had been so very sunny and bright turned to a deep and dark sunset that almost looked more depressing than beautiful? Draco sat, just staring at the sunset, thinking about the rude remarks he had made. He always did this, after he insulted anyone. Damn his father, damn his reputation, damn the family name to uphold, damn it all to hell. And now, he knew that there was no way he could ever see Ginny like he had just done so; and he knew that he would be arguing with his father soon, his father had Draco on a constant watch. Guaranteed, his father's spy would tell him the details. But why did Draco hunger so to see Ginny again, to taste her sweet lips, just to talk to her? He hadn't meant the things he had said, and it hurt to look back on them, and hear his angry voice. On the inside, he was pleading for her not to cry, not to be upset, pleading for her to understand that he didn't mean any of it, and that his feelings were almost the opposite. To put it simply, Draco had been quite keen of Virginia Weasley ever since her fourth year. A developing 14 year old, she had become more outgoing; and her beauty – three fold.
Oh, but he did not pine for Miss Weasley only for her breathtaking beauty, but for her. It was hard to understand how he could like her personality, having seen only some of her real self shine through, but something deep inside had always told him that there was something more to Virginia Weasley. Something worth finding out, something worth searching for – to see the real her. And when he found the real Ginny, he knew he would fall in love. Because he had never felt this way, but sadly he could not act. His father would not approve. And because of his father's disapproval; neither… -would Lord Voldemort.