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Opening the Door, To Your Heart
Chapter 1: With One Kiss
How this had happened was still, to me, a great mystery. All I do know is that it started with one, passionate kiss, and then spiraled out of control. It had happened the night after his graduation ball. Well actually it was my graduation night also, I was moved up. I was just sad and then he came to me, sneering as always. What came over me that second is still puzzling me, but I went up to him and kissed him firmly on the mouth. The kiss turned more passionate, and before I knew it he had taken me to his room. That one kiss changed everything for me that night, do I regret it? No, not really, it was worth it.
Flashback to 4 years ago
The next morning when I woke up, I felt myself naked and his arms wrapped around me. If I had not known him better, I would say that he looked indeed cute and innocent.
Knowing full well what I had done, I did proceed to leave. I wrote him a note and went back to my common room. This afternoon was the train home; I do hope I don't run into him again. Even though we shared a bed together, I would still blush like crazy. It's funny how my modesty always seems to do that to me. But, nevertheless, passionate he was, but then what can I expect from someone like him?
When he awoke, he found that the bed was empty beside him, and replaced with a note, his face plastered with his usual smirk, he read the note:
--For what it's worth thanks for the night, Malfoy--
As if his smirk could not widen it did, and to himself he murmured, "Who knew that the smallest Weasel could be so passionate?"
Malfoy got dressed realizing that he would not return to the school again, he had graduated; last night had been the ball. Flashback of the kiss occurred in his mind as he remembered the stunning dress the young Virginia Weasely had worn that night. She had gone with that stupid-half-of-a-brain Longbottom.
Draping his cloak his cloak around his shoulders, he exited his room, and walked to the great hall. His eyes briefly flew to the lion's table, glancing for her, before his turned and sat at his table. Then he saw her, she entered, funny how she had a glow about her.
'Well I do have a desirable effect on women,' Malfoy mused to himself, as she sat herself down near the 'Dream Team.'
He was looking at me, I knew it. He was probably musing to himself how he's a magnet to all women, even Weaselys. I sighed to myself, I only wanted that one night, but watch him think I was in for a long term thing. Honestly, I knew exactly what I had gotten myself into, but that didn't matter, I got my one night.
There was a sudden silence in the hall and I noticed that the farewell speech was being given, "Another year has passed…" though much after that was drowned out. Before I knew it we were heading to the train station.
"Hermione, I'm sure we'll see each other again," Harry was trying to calm his saddened girlfriend, who seemed to think that this was the end.
"Stupid, of course we're going to see each other again. I'm talking about the rest of our year," Hermione seemed to halt sobbing. She was currently in Harry's arms. Ron suddenly joined in the conversation, "I don't know. There is most definitely one person I DO NOT need to see again."
"We know Ron, Malfoy. I do have to agree though," Harry seemed to see that Ron was heating up, slowly. At the mention of the silver headed's name, I was reminded AGAIN, of the night before. This was too much, I'm not going to sit here and listen to them relive memories. I wasn't in most of them. My thoughts towards the 'Dream Team' had long since changed years ago.
My mask remained that of Ginny Weasely, timid, shy, and never talked back. Thank god that would change. I had told mother my plan to move out ever since Christmas, and she took it rather well and even encouraged me. Soon I would move out of the Burrow and become, Virginia Weasely. I would be strong, energetic, and fearless.
I exited the compartment, after noting that they did not even notice. I walked towards the back of the train. I found an empty compartment and sat down. I took out my sketch book that I carried around. I had been working hard on one particular sketch. It was of a night scene, with the moon in the sky, nothing very special to others. But to me, it was a sign of hope. The night I had seen that, was the night I decided to become independent, it was the first step forward in my new life.
"Well, hello Weasely," that husky and—I would never admit—sexy voice came from none other than Draco Malfoy.
I turned to him, and surprisingly I didn't blush like I thought. In fact I felt oddly empowered, "What is it?" My voice was strong, and for the first time I felt a new identity take place. He must have seen my sketchbook; I saw his eyes glance down. Much before I could realize what was happening, he had taken it. I watched, slightly nervous, as his eyes skimmed the page. I was surprised when he replied because I was expecting an insult, "These are pretty good, Weasely…"
Though I should have known that was short lived,
"…maybe you can sell it for money and help out your poor family." Then he smirked, evilly, how I would LOVE to wipe that right off. I must have actually wiped it off, because suddenly my hand hurt, and his cheek was red.
I did it, I stood up to him, now for the comeback comment, "Watch it Malfoy, someday, I will surprise you." The train had stopped by the time I had said this and I collected my stuff and headed for the compartment door. I was stopped by him, his fingers wrapped around my wrist. He pushed me to him, and I was now trapped between his arms and his chest, to my back. He tilted his head and whispered in my ear, "You were indeed surprising last night, but…" He suddenly dropped me, "…Don't expect a repeat."
He walked out, but like hell I was going to let him get the last word in. I got to my feet and yelled out the compartment door, "Of course not, why would I to someone who is like rotten vegetables?!" That was a lie, but he didn't need to know that. He didn't reply, wise git, as I walked to meet my mother.
6 weeks later
I was locked in the bathroom, trying to rationalize with myself, "GOD, Virginia what in seven hells have you gotten yourself into?????"
It was only pure luck that I was leaving tonight, just like I had said to mother. Dad made sure no one pestered me as to where I was moving, I hadn't told anyone, I want to be alone. Now…I have to be. I bid farewell to my family that night and apparated to a port key station. I was going to great of a distance, so I needed to use a port key. "Port Key for Tokyo, Japan is leaving now," a voice announced over the speaker. That was me. I was in Tokyo before I knew it.
There were many reasons I had picked Tokyo. One of the main reasons was that owl could not get to a great, large, and crowed city like Tokyo. Another was that her pen pal was there, so she would at least know somebody.
About 5 months later…
A scream was let out in the Tokyo Memorial Hospital. On that night,
Cecilia Malfoy was born. On her birth certificate it would be Cecilia Malfoy, but to all that knew her except her mother, she was Cecilia Weasely, daughter of Virginia Weasely.
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I do hope you liked, my schedule is one in that, whatever time I do get I TRY to write, so please do not demand chapters of me so soon.
PLEASE leave a review ;) input on the story would be nice.
Animegirl18 aka Hoshiko
Preview of Chapter 2: With One Visit
Draco Malfoy is in Tokyo personally handling business deals for his father,
"…I assure you that my father is correct in this instant…"
His day doesn't exactly go the way he wants so he heads to a bar, but who's the girl he sees there and why is she so familiar?
"…Who are you…?"
Claimer: the plot and any original characters I put in
Opening the Door, To Your Heart
Chapter 1: With One Kiss
How this had happened was still, to me, a great mystery. All I do know is that it started with one, passionate kiss, and then spiraled out of control. It had happened the night after his graduation ball. Well actually it was my graduation night also, I was moved up. I was just sad and then he came to me, sneering as always. What came over me that second is still puzzling me, but I went up to him and kissed him firmly on the mouth. The kiss turned more passionate, and before I knew it he had taken me to his room. That one kiss changed everything for me that night, do I regret it? No, not really, it was worth it.
Flashback to 4 years ago
The next morning when I woke up, I felt myself naked and his arms wrapped around me. If I had not known him better, I would say that he looked indeed cute and innocent.
Knowing full well what I had done, I did proceed to leave. I wrote him a note and went back to my common room. This afternoon was the train home; I do hope I don't run into him again. Even though we shared a bed together, I would still blush like crazy. It's funny how my modesty always seems to do that to me. But, nevertheless, passionate he was, but then what can I expect from someone like him?
When he awoke, he found that the bed was empty beside him, and replaced with a note, his face plastered with his usual smirk, he read the note:
--For what it's worth thanks for the night, Malfoy--
As if his smirk could not widen it did, and to himself he murmured, "Who knew that the smallest Weasel could be so passionate?"
Malfoy got dressed realizing that he would not return to the school again, he had graduated; last night had been the ball. Flashback of the kiss occurred in his mind as he remembered the stunning dress the young Virginia Weasely had worn that night. She had gone with that stupid-half-of-a-brain Longbottom.
Draping his cloak his cloak around his shoulders, he exited his room, and walked to the great hall. His eyes briefly flew to the lion's table, glancing for her, before his turned and sat at his table. Then he saw her, she entered, funny how she had a glow about her.
'Well I do have a desirable effect on women,' Malfoy mused to himself, as she sat herself down near the 'Dream Team.'
He was looking at me, I knew it. He was probably musing to himself how he's a magnet to all women, even Weaselys. I sighed to myself, I only wanted that one night, but watch him think I was in for a long term thing. Honestly, I knew exactly what I had gotten myself into, but that didn't matter, I got my one night.
There was a sudden silence in the hall and I noticed that the farewell speech was being given, "Another year has passed…" though much after that was drowned out. Before I knew it we were heading to the train station.
"Hermione, I'm sure we'll see each other again," Harry was trying to calm his saddened girlfriend, who seemed to think that this was the end.
"Stupid, of course we're going to see each other again. I'm talking about the rest of our year," Hermione seemed to halt sobbing. She was currently in Harry's arms. Ron suddenly joined in the conversation, "I don't know. There is most definitely one person I DO NOT need to see again."
"We know Ron, Malfoy. I do have to agree though," Harry seemed to see that Ron was heating up, slowly. At the mention of the silver headed's name, I was reminded AGAIN, of the night before. This was too much, I'm not going to sit here and listen to them relive memories. I wasn't in most of them. My thoughts towards the 'Dream Team' had long since changed years ago.
My mask remained that of Ginny Weasely, timid, shy, and never talked back. Thank god that would change. I had told mother my plan to move out ever since Christmas, and she took it rather well and even encouraged me. Soon I would move out of the Burrow and become, Virginia Weasely. I would be strong, energetic, and fearless.
I exited the compartment, after noting that they did not even notice. I walked towards the back of the train. I found an empty compartment and sat down. I took out my sketch book that I carried around. I had been working hard on one particular sketch. It was of a night scene, with the moon in the sky, nothing very special to others. But to me, it was a sign of hope. The night I had seen that, was the night I decided to become independent, it was the first step forward in my new life.
"Well, hello Weasely," that husky and—I would never admit—sexy voice came from none other than Draco Malfoy.
I turned to him, and surprisingly I didn't blush like I thought. In fact I felt oddly empowered, "What is it?" My voice was strong, and for the first time I felt a new identity take place. He must have seen my sketchbook; I saw his eyes glance down. Much before I could realize what was happening, he had taken it. I watched, slightly nervous, as his eyes skimmed the page. I was surprised when he replied because I was expecting an insult, "These are pretty good, Weasely…"
Though I should have known that was short lived,
"…maybe you can sell it for money and help out your poor family." Then he smirked, evilly, how I would LOVE to wipe that right off. I must have actually wiped it off, because suddenly my hand hurt, and his cheek was red.
I did it, I stood up to him, now for the comeback comment, "Watch it Malfoy, someday, I will surprise you." The train had stopped by the time I had said this and I collected my stuff and headed for the compartment door. I was stopped by him, his fingers wrapped around my wrist. He pushed me to him, and I was now trapped between his arms and his chest, to my back. He tilted his head and whispered in my ear, "You were indeed surprising last night, but…" He suddenly dropped me, "…Don't expect a repeat."
He walked out, but like hell I was going to let him get the last word in. I got to my feet and yelled out the compartment door, "Of course not, why would I to someone who is like rotten vegetables?!" That was a lie, but he didn't need to know that. He didn't reply, wise git, as I walked to meet my mother.
6 weeks later
I was locked in the bathroom, trying to rationalize with myself, "GOD, Virginia what in seven hells have you gotten yourself into?????"
It was only pure luck that I was leaving tonight, just like I had said to mother. Dad made sure no one pestered me as to where I was moving, I hadn't told anyone, I want to be alone. Now…I have to be. I bid farewell to my family that night and apparated to a port key station. I was going to great of a distance, so I needed to use a port key. "Port Key for Tokyo, Japan is leaving now," a voice announced over the speaker. That was me. I was in Tokyo before I knew it.
There were many reasons I had picked Tokyo. One of the main reasons was that owl could not get to a great, large, and crowed city like Tokyo. Another was that her pen pal was there, so she would at least know somebody.
About 5 months later…
A scream was let out in the Tokyo Memorial Hospital. On that night,
Cecilia Malfoy was born. On her birth certificate it would be Cecilia Malfoy, but to all that knew her except her mother, she was Cecilia Weasely, daughter of Virginia Weasely.
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I do hope you liked, my schedule is one in that, whatever time I do get I TRY to write, so please do not demand chapters of me so soon.
PLEASE leave a review ;) input on the story would be nice.
Animegirl18 aka Hoshiko
Preview of Chapter 2: With One Visit
Draco Malfoy is in Tokyo personally handling business deals for his father,
"…I assure you that my father is correct in this instant…"
His day doesn't exactly go the way he wants so he heads to a bar, but who's the girl he sees there and why is she so familiar?
"…Who are you…?"