Rain
~darkcoldfire~
disclaimer: I don't own any harry potter..
summary: of course I tried to breathe, but my heart just stop pounding and beating faster at the same time, as if time stopped. I don't really understand why, because I never really felt anything like this before.
Your silver-blonde hair, falling loosely on you angelic face. Your lips grinning at me, I wanted to kiss them like there was no tomorrow. All I know is that I want you…
A/N: It's actually a very short fic.. but if you want…I'll write the whole story…
Ginny's POV
Of course I tried to breathe, but my heart just stop pounding and beating faster at the same time, as if time stopped. I don't really understand why, because I never really felt anything like this before.
Your silver-blonde hair, falling loosely on you angelic face. Your lips grinning at me, I wanted to kiss them like there was no tomorrow. All I know is that I want you…
"Ginny?!"
My brother's voice called as I spun around turning to his slightly wrinkled face.
"Are you even paying attention to anything I say?!" he begun, doing those mad-hand signals again. He looked at me suspiciously as I looked down the floor and smiled. "Virginia Weasley, daydreaming again!" he scolded slapping my hand.
"OW!" I screamed, lowering my voice a bit, as some Gryffindors looked at me like I was a crazy some-what. Looking furiously at my red hand and back at my temperous brother. "Ron!"
He imitated my facial expression. Making my blood boil. I looked back at him devilishly, trying to control my rage.
"Ron, Ginny, stop those nonsense trouble-some no-good fights." Hermione popped in, as she looked at Ron with a 'Don't-Bother-Ginny' look. He nearly melted with embarrassment as he flushed even redder than his head. I wanted to tease Ron right then and there. 'Ronald's got a crush!' I nearly shouted, but I kept my mouth shut instead, as my eyes roam at the gray-eyed blonde boy looking amused across the hall. I grinned at him, ever so secretly; knowing Ron was there with an axe ready to chop Malfoy's head off. Yes, that's right, it's Draco Thomas Malfoy's head.
Oh, here we go again…
* flashback *
It was raining cats and dogs outside of Hogwarts at the mid of September. But a sixteen year old didn't mind at all as she walked across the wet fields. Her long fire like disheveled hair that flowed over her shoulders and cinnamon brown eyes that showed tears, can be distinguished across the fields, as the gray eyes of a young man looked cautiously at the girl. He stared at the face of the girl, the face of an angel.
Her sorrow slowly made her vision blurred as she fainted in the cold grass. He walked closely to her bringing her up to her arms. Removing his cloak, wrapping it around her tiny body. He didn't care if he was the one getting sick. All he wanted was for this angel to be safe. He just carried her inside the school walls hugging her tightly for warmth. Carefully looking at the angel's face he kissed her innocently on her soft red lips, taking her down in the Hospital Wing.
She opened her eyes slowly trying to see who saved her their in the cold. That warm kiss opened her senses up as though warmth giving fire. But all she could see was a tall man with silver-blonde hair walking out of the Hospital Wing. She wanted to shout wait but her weakness took over her again.
"Draco,"
* end of flashback *
A/N: Well that's it.. hope you like it.. hehe.. it's my first fic actually and you how that is.. PLEASE REVIEW!!!! ~darkcoldfire~