I'm attempting to write my second fic, this time around it's a Ginny/Draco
(well, duh. Who else could it possibly be?) Feedback is duly welcome.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter. He is the sole property of Ms. Rowling. I am merely borrowing the characters and.others for the purpose of this fic. However, I do own whatever that is not recognizable.
RATING: PG-13, kiddos.
AUTHOR: l88er-az a.k.a. Aida or 'The Master'.
SUMMARY: this is a song fic based on Stacie Orrico's 'Stuck'.
can't get out of bed today
Or get you off my mind
I just can't seem to find a way
To leave this love behind
Ginny felt like shit. That was the only way to describe it. She hadn't slept well for the past 2 weeks. And she knew the source of that. She knew what was causing her to feel like this. She knew who the cause of her misery was. She looked across the hall to see him smirking at a gorgeous brunette and she felt her mouth tighten. Bastard. That no good, ass hole. He'd been flirting with a different girl ever since they broke up. But he seemed to favor that one. She scowled as she looked down at her plate of marmite on toast. With a snarl of disgust, she pushed the plate away and stood up, abruptly. Ignoring the eyes she felt on her, she turned on her heel and strode away.
"Gin!"
She didn't break her stride. She just walked a little bit quicker at that. No way was she going to stop. She'd had enough of it. She'd leave. By god, she was going to leave before she did something drastic. Like charm that perfect, glossy dark hair of his newest conquest into snakes.
I ain't trippin
I'm just missing
You know what I'm saying
You know what I need
But she shook her head from the depressing thoughts. The thoughts of revenge. Damn him for making her feel like this. She had never wanted to cause bodily harm to anyone before. Now he was making her wish she could break every bone in anyone's body who was foolish enough to look at him with more than friendly interest or contempt.
You can't be hanging on a string
While you make me cry
I try to give you everything
But you just gave me lies
Bloody ponce. Rat bastard. Who the hell did he think he was? Oh yes, her lip curled. Draco sodding Malfoy. That's who he was. She scowled, how dare he! He had charmed her with his words, used his powers of persuasion. Never hurt her, her ass, she snorted. She had given all she had to him. And what was her reward? He broke her heart. Bastard.
Every now and then
When I'm all alone
I'll be wishing you will call me on the telephone
Say you want me back
But you never do
I feel like such a fool
There's nothing I can do..
I'm such a fool
For you
And what made matters worse, she admitted grudgingly to herself, was that when she was alone, lying in her bed at night, she would dream of him. Think of him and want him. Wishing for things that would never be. God, didn't he make her feel stupid? She shook her head disgustedly. Way to go, Gins, she thought sarcastically. Way to bloody go. It was only him. Only him that made her feel like this. Only Draco bloody Malfoy.
I can't take it
What am I waiting for?
I'm still breaking
I miss you even more
And I can't fake it
The way I could be for
I hate you but I love you
I can't stop thinking of you [last time x2]
It's true
I'm stuck on you
She stopped outside of the broom closet and she felt her face falling. It was their broom closet. The one he would pull her into for a quick snog before going into their respective classes. There was no denying it. No matter how hard she tried, she still loved the git. No matter how much she hated him at times. He had spoiled her for anyone else. No one was going to do. He'd bloody well gone and made her stuck on him, the ferrety git.
Now love's a broken record that's
Been skipping in my head
I keep singing yesterday
Why we've got to play these games we play?
She put on her mask again when she heard people coming. She turned and froze, but managed to keep up appearance. He was walking towards her. His arm was casually slung around the waist of the glamorous brunette. She felt like snarling, but kept her face impassive, even managing a cool nod to him, which he duly returned. Then they were gone from sight and her face fell again.
Every now and then
When I'm all alone
I'll be wishing you will call me on the telephone
Say you want me back
But you never do
I feel like such a fool
She just had to face facts, didn't she? The Prince of Slytherin no longer wanted his pauper Gryff. He wanted himself a Princess that could rule with him. Well, then. Parkinson was perfect for it, wasn't she, she thought with a sneer. No more moping, Weasley. Get your arse in gear and forget the git. He was stupid. He'd let her go. That was his problem. She would live. She would get on with her life. She stiffened when she felt someone step beside her. She turned and saw the 2nd Prince of Slytherin watching her with a raised eyebrow. She raised her eyebrow right back at him. He cracked a smile.
"Well, Weasley. Have you thought about what I'd talked to you about?" Blaise Zabini drawled in his cool, husky voice. Ginny repressed the shiver that threatened to make itself known, but she appeared calm and composed outwardly. No more soppy Gryffindor lapdog. She was the ex of Draco Malfoy. Harry Potter and half the males of Hogwarts wanted her. She didn't have to compete with the Parkinson slut. She had her own entourage just begging for her attention.
I ain't trippin
I'm just missing
You know what I'm saying
You know what I need
She smirked up at the darkly handsome Slytherin prefect. She took one last look at the figure of Draco pulling Parkinson into a closet. She couldn't suppress the twinge she still felt, though. And Blaise noticed.
"Are you accepting, Weasley, or are you still hung up on Lord Malfoy?" he asked, his tone devoid of emotion as usual. She glanced up. Good, she needed that. She looked towards the door of the closet again. Did she really want this? Did she?
Every now and then
When I'm all alone
I'll be wishing you will call me on the telephone
Say you want me back
But you never do
I feel like such a fool
There's nothing I can do..
I'm such a fool
For you
Blaise took her arm. Bent low, murmuring close to her ear, his breath warm against her neck. He slipped his arms around her waist and ran his tongue on the shell of her ear. She shuddered, threw back her head and moaned in pleasure. His clever mouth trailed its way across to her jaw, her cheek, stopped a hairsbreadth away from her mouth. She groaned, wanting, needing the contact. The dark Slytherin smirked.
"Will you accept, or would you need an incentive?" he murmured hotly into her ear. She shivered, took one last look at the closet, and then turned into his body. She bit back a groan as she felt the friction their bodies caused.
"No, but an incentive wouldn't hurt," she replied teasingly as she pulled his head down to hers. She felt his lips curve as Blaise's mouth captured hers.
I can't take it
What am I waiting for?
I'm still breaking
I miss you even more
And I can't fake it
The way I could be for
I hate you but I love you
I can't stop thinking of you [last time x2]
It's true
I'm stuck on you
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter. He is the sole property of Ms. Rowling. I am merely borrowing the characters and.others for the purpose of this fic. However, I do own whatever that is not recognizable.
RATING: PG-13, kiddos.
AUTHOR: l88er-az a.k.a. Aida or 'The Master'.
SUMMARY: this is a song fic based on Stacie Orrico's 'Stuck'.
can't get out of bed today
Or get you off my mind
I just can't seem to find a way
To leave this love behind
Ginny felt like shit. That was the only way to describe it. She hadn't slept well for the past 2 weeks. And she knew the source of that. She knew what was causing her to feel like this. She knew who the cause of her misery was. She looked across the hall to see him smirking at a gorgeous brunette and she felt her mouth tighten. Bastard. That no good, ass hole. He'd been flirting with a different girl ever since they broke up. But he seemed to favor that one. She scowled as she looked down at her plate of marmite on toast. With a snarl of disgust, she pushed the plate away and stood up, abruptly. Ignoring the eyes she felt on her, she turned on her heel and strode away.
"Gin!"
She didn't break her stride. She just walked a little bit quicker at that. No way was she going to stop. She'd had enough of it. She'd leave. By god, she was going to leave before she did something drastic. Like charm that perfect, glossy dark hair of his newest conquest into snakes.
I ain't trippin
I'm just missing
You know what I'm saying
You know what I need
But she shook her head from the depressing thoughts. The thoughts of revenge. Damn him for making her feel like this. She had never wanted to cause bodily harm to anyone before. Now he was making her wish she could break every bone in anyone's body who was foolish enough to look at him with more than friendly interest or contempt.
You can't be hanging on a string
While you make me cry
I try to give you everything
But you just gave me lies
Bloody ponce. Rat bastard. Who the hell did he think he was? Oh yes, her lip curled. Draco sodding Malfoy. That's who he was. She scowled, how dare he! He had charmed her with his words, used his powers of persuasion. Never hurt her, her ass, she snorted. She had given all she had to him. And what was her reward? He broke her heart. Bastard.
Every now and then
When I'm all alone
I'll be wishing you will call me on the telephone
Say you want me back
But you never do
I feel like such a fool
There's nothing I can do..
I'm such a fool
For you
And what made matters worse, she admitted grudgingly to herself, was that when she was alone, lying in her bed at night, she would dream of him. Think of him and want him. Wishing for things that would never be. God, didn't he make her feel stupid? She shook her head disgustedly. Way to go, Gins, she thought sarcastically. Way to bloody go. It was only him. Only him that made her feel like this. Only Draco bloody Malfoy.
I can't take it
What am I waiting for?
I'm still breaking
I miss you even more
And I can't fake it
The way I could be for
I hate you but I love you
I can't stop thinking of you [last time x2]
It's true
I'm stuck on you
She stopped outside of the broom closet and she felt her face falling. It was their broom closet. The one he would pull her into for a quick snog before going into their respective classes. There was no denying it. No matter how hard she tried, she still loved the git. No matter how much she hated him at times. He had spoiled her for anyone else. No one was going to do. He'd bloody well gone and made her stuck on him, the ferrety git.
Now love's a broken record that's
Been skipping in my head
I keep singing yesterday
Why we've got to play these games we play?
She put on her mask again when she heard people coming. She turned and froze, but managed to keep up appearance. He was walking towards her. His arm was casually slung around the waist of the glamorous brunette. She felt like snarling, but kept her face impassive, even managing a cool nod to him, which he duly returned. Then they were gone from sight and her face fell again.
Every now and then
When I'm all alone
I'll be wishing you will call me on the telephone
Say you want me back
But you never do
I feel like such a fool
She just had to face facts, didn't she? The Prince of Slytherin no longer wanted his pauper Gryff. He wanted himself a Princess that could rule with him. Well, then. Parkinson was perfect for it, wasn't she, she thought with a sneer. No more moping, Weasley. Get your arse in gear and forget the git. He was stupid. He'd let her go. That was his problem. She would live. She would get on with her life. She stiffened when she felt someone step beside her. She turned and saw the 2nd Prince of Slytherin watching her with a raised eyebrow. She raised her eyebrow right back at him. He cracked a smile.
"Well, Weasley. Have you thought about what I'd talked to you about?" Blaise Zabini drawled in his cool, husky voice. Ginny repressed the shiver that threatened to make itself known, but she appeared calm and composed outwardly. No more soppy Gryffindor lapdog. She was the ex of Draco Malfoy. Harry Potter and half the males of Hogwarts wanted her. She didn't have to compete with the Parkinson slut. She had her own entourage just begging for her attention.
I ain't trippin
I'm just missing
You know what I'm saying
You know what I need
She smirked up at the darkly handsome Slytherin prefect. She took one last look at the figure of Draco pulling Parkinson into a closet. She couldn't suppress the twinge she still felt, though. And Blaise noticed.
"Are you accepting, Weasley, or are you still hung up on Lord Malfoy?" he asked, his tone devoid of emotion as usual. She glanced up. Good, she needed that. She looked towards the door of the closet again. Did she really want this? Did she?
Every now and then
When I'm all alone
I'll be wishing you will call me on the telephone
Say you want me back
But you never do
I feel like such a fool
There's nothing I can do..
I'm such a fool
For you
Blaise took her arm. Bent low, murmuring close to her ear, his breath warm against her neck. He slipped his arms around her waist and ran his tongue on the shell of her ear. She shuddered, threw back her head and moaned in pleasure. His clever mouth trailed its way across to her jaw, her cheek, stopped a hairsbreadth away from her mouth. She groaned, wanting, needing the contact. The dark Slytherin smirked.
"Will you accept, or would you need an incentive?" he murmured hotly into her ear. She shivered, took one last look at the closet, and then turned into his body. She bit back a groan as she felt the friction their bodies caused.
"No, but an incentive wouldn't hurt," she replied teasingly as she pulled his head down to hers. She felt his lips curve as Blaise's mouth captured hers.
I can't take it
What am I waiting for?
I'm still breaking
I miss you even more
And I can't fake it
The way I could be for
I hate you but I love you
I can't stop thinking of you [last time x2]
It's true
I'm stuck on you