Even Angels Fall
By Cassandra Sisenta
A/N: This is a one shot, so no chapters all right? REVIEW!!
DISCLAIMER: Me own nada. Except the plot. Right. I am sooooooo rich!
"You shouldn't be out here."
Cold gray eyes opened to the dark night to swerve to the side to the direction of the quaky voice.
Draco Malfoy narrowed his eyes at the diminutive figure of the Gryffindor prefect, Ginny Weasley who stood in the middle of the empty Hogwarts corridor.
He took in her small stature hidden under a dark cloak that was threadbare in some places, which was obviously a hand me down.
Her long curly red hair fell in ringlets down her back, contrasting with the cloak and looking awfully out of place against it.
Her pale, freckled skin emphasized further the wideness of her chocolate brown eyes that made her look all the more innocent. He couldn't deny the fact that she was quite beautiful.
"Well, well, well." He drawled, pushing off from the pillar that he had been leaning against. He approached her, his own cloak swishing against the floor. A predatory smirk was playing on his lips as he watched her back away. "If it isn't the red-haired angel coming down here to pierce the darkness and save us all."
He trapped her against another pillar with this two hands positioned on each side of her head. The torchlight fell on her fragile features and he thought he saw her eyes widen even more.
"Do you fear me, little Weasel?" His voice was soft as he placed his lips beside her ear. He grinned when he heard her gasp.
He enjoyed it when she flinched against his touch when he slid the back of his fingers down the porcelain of her cheek. He would love to taint this innocent little angel.
It didn't matter that she was a Weasley. Actually, it made it all the more better.
He could just imagine the horror in Ron Weasley's face if that happened.
The vision was exquisite.
"Let go of me, Malfoy."
The vehemence in her voice surprised and amazed him. The fire that suddenly sparked in the deepness of her eyes enthralled him. Where did the meek and mild little girl go?
Oh, but she was still trembling.
He stared into her eyes, cold amusement in his steel gray eyes.
"No, not yet."
Her eyes suddenly narrowed at his insistence and he saw her fury getting hotter.
She was a vision to behold.
A milky white angel of hot fire and rivers of red hair.
"That's five points from Slytherin, Malfoy. Let go of me now."
He chuckled darkly. "And do you think it actually matters to me that you can take points?"
And with that, he swooped down and kissed her.
He felt her fighting against him in the beginning, but slowly, slowly her firm resolve crumbled. She didn't cling to him because of passion. No, it was more because of a draining. Her desire to be away from him and her spirit was drained away by his kiss.
It was a kiss made of need and nothing more.
His kiss made sure she would need him to breathe.
He let her go when he knew she had enough.
Her breasts rose and fell against his chest as he almost crushed her against the wall supporting her. Her small, feathery hands clung to his cloak as her wide eyes held his.
"What—" Her voice was breathy and confused. He stopped her impending question with a strategically placed finger against her bruised red lips.
"Not a word." He whispered to her, his eyes unchanged.
He whirled around and turned his back on her.
He walked away and didn't even stop when he heard her slump down on the floor.
The torchlight illuminated his white-blond hair, making a halo seem to encircle his head.
But no one in his or her right mind would ever say that he was an angel.
As he went deeper into the dungeons, his sneer wouldn't leave his face.
What happened that night was not the end.
He knew.
Even angels fall.