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Draco Malfoy. Come on, who wouldn't?
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I
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I'm so scared someone's gonna hate the story and send me a hate review.
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Honey: I'm glad you like my story so much. I'll try my best to keep
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thing moving. I know, my writing's off the chain. Or like I like to
say,
It's off the bracelet. Yeah, I know, it's a stupid saying but hey, I
like
it.
redheaded-beauty: First I'd like to say I love your pen name. I too am
a
redhead. It's not a light red or a strawberry blonde color. It's red. I
stick out like a sore thumb. Anyways, I hope you like my new chapter. I
worked hard.
TheSecretCharacter: I'm glad you like my story. It makes me really
happy
to know that even though you don't usually like d/g stories you like
mine.
Keep reading and reviewing and I'll keep writing.
Ehlonna: I'm glad you liked the Angelica and Draco part. I planned that
from the beginning. I really wanted to show early off that Draco can
love
someone, you just have to knock down the walls that have been built
around
him first. Anyways, I hope the rest of my story is good.
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rest of the story too. Keep reading!
Now, to the story!
'Dammit, this is the second time I've had to wake this bloody woman
up,'
thought Draco as he threw open the door to Ginny's room. He was about
to furiously awaken her, but stopped when he saw Ginny in bed, sound
asleep. Her hair, a flaming red, had lighter, natural golden
highlights. Although it was messy from her sleep, it still looked
great. It feel in soft waves, crowning her porcelain, creamy-skinned
face. She wore a black, somewhat tight t-shirt that showed off her
curves in an innocent, loose way. She wore red, plaid flannel pants
that normally Draco would've turned his nose upon (any Malfoy would),
but on her they were adorable. 'She looks so peaceful, like an angel.'
Draco's mind reeled when he realized the thought that had crossed his
brain so slyly. 'Stop it Draco!' he scolded himself. 'You can't fall
for a Weasley. Just wake her up and yell at her like you're suppose
to.' He collected himself and was about to wake her the same as he had
done the previous day when another, more welcome thought, crossed his
mind. 'Who says I can't have a little fun?'
Draco walked closer to the bed and picked up a soft, unused pillow (or
perhaps it had been used and had simply been tossed on the floor
during Ginny's obvious tossing and turning throughout the night; the
blankets had been kicked at her feet and the sheets were twisted
around her, yet in the deep recesses of his mind, Draco could not help
hesitating and continuing to notice her cherubic beauty). He was
grinning from ear to ear he lifted the pillow over his head and hit
Ginny on the head with it.
Ginny woke with a start, looking wildly around the room with wide,
honey-colored eyes. "Bloody Hell!" She spotted Draco beside her bed,
pillow in hand, with a huge, evil grin on his face. "You prat! What
was that for?"
"You're late...again! It's seven ten and you're not even out of bed!"
"Well, sooooooorr-ie, ferret. Forgive me for being human. Most of us
normal people don't get up before seven. Hell, I don't get up before
nine during the summer," said Ginny, quite agitated at being woken up
from her wonderful dream.
"Just get your ass down to the kitchen and make me breakfast." With
that
he turned to leave when a pillow smacked him, square in the back of
the head. His smiled an irritated smile and shook his head, running
his fingers through his loosely gelled (but still clean and snippy
looking) platinum hair. He turned back to see Ginny sitting in the
middle of the bed, still in her very appealing nighties, looking at
him with an innocent but at the same time oh-so-guilty look on her
face.
"Did you just hit me?" Draco's voice was thoroughly annoyed.
"No the dresser did it," answered Ginny sarcastically. "Of course I
did
it. Sharp as a bowling ball, this one." Draco raised an eyebrow at her
bold audaciousness.
Draco eyed her carefully as though thinking over what he should do.
Slowly, a smirk spread across his face. Ginny's eyes widened and
quickly flashed over to the pillow that lay at equal distance between
the two. Before Ginny could react Draco had swept it up and was coming
at her.
"You asked for it, Weasley," said Draco as he hit her in the side with
the
pillow in his hand. Ginny was thrown sideways on the bed. She let out
a startled cry but grabbed the pillow she had only five minutes ago
been sleeping on and retaliated. Jumping up on the opposite side of
the bed, pillow in hand, she watched Draco like a predator.
"You really think it's wise for you, a Weasley, to try to hold your
own against me, a Malfoy?" he asked, slightly surprised by her yet
carefully hiding it under his carefully formed protective, emotional
wall.
"Oh, please. You hold that pillow as if it were made of glass, you
think you can win against me wtih it? Plus, I have six older
brothers," said Ginny. "I think I can take you.
"Feisty aren't we?"
"Scared Malfoy? Can't really blame you, of course. After all, you
don't have
your little bodyguards...er i mean...friends...here to save you from
big, bad Ginny."
"I don't need those little wannabees who follow me around to take the
likings of you," Draco was utterly surprised at himself. He was
actually having fun with the Weasley. He dared not admit it, but this
was borderlining, perhaps even crossing the line of flirting.
"Oh yeah? Prove it, richboy," said Ginny. She leapt up on the bed,
scrambled over to the side Draco was on, and hit him in the stomach
with the
pillow in her hand. Draco, in return, hit her in the head again.
The two began to smack each other repeatedly. Ginny would hit Draco
over
and over on the head before he could even get one hit in. Then,
suddenly, the
tables would turn and Draco would beat Ginny with his pillow. Ginny's
pillow was older and more worn than Draco's, and after a few minutes
of this, one hit was enough to rip the pillow, spilling the feathers
out.
"Look what you did," said Draco in-between hits. "You'll have to clean
all
this up. It is your fault."
"My fault?!" Ginny cried, outraged and momentarily paused from her
rampage. "It's your fault! You hit me first!"
"Did not," Draco snapped childishly.
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Did NOT!" Draco hit Ginny hard enough to send her flying onto the
bed. But she decided if she was going down, she was taking him with
her and grabbed onto Draco, pulling him down with her. Draco landed on
top of Ginny, pinning her down with his weight.
"Did too," said Ginny, pouting a little at the mess that she knew
she'd
have to clean it up.
"Did not," whispered Draco as he brought his head closer to Ginny's.
He
knew that he really shouldn't kiss a Weasley, but he couldn't help it.
He
liked Ginny. He liked her flaming red hair that matched her attitude,
her
warm, chocolate eyes, her full lips, her childish games...he liked
everything
about her.
Ginny's eyes fluttered closed as she felt Draco's thin, soft lips
press
against her own lips. It was a sweet, questioning kiss. There was no
movement at first. Then after a moment or two she felt Draco's lips
began
to gently nibble on her bottom lip. Ginny moaned in surprise when she
felt
Draco's tongue outline her bottom lip, begging for entry, which Ginny
quite
willing gave.
The kiss quickly turned from chaste and innocent to passionate and
hungry. Draco's tongue explored Ginny's mouth slowly, cherishing her
unique, strawberry taste. He probed her tongue, begging Ginny to add
to the
kiss.
Ginny began to mimic Draco's movements, hesitantly. She slid her
tongue
along Draco's, and slowly entered his mouth. She did the same that
Draco
had done to her, enjoying his spicy, cinnamon taste. Ginny gave a
groan of
disappointment when Draco's lips left her own but gasped when she felt
him
trailing kisses across her jawline and down her neck.
"Draco dear," called Mrs. Baker from the hallway. "Where are you?"
Draco jumped off of Ginny and tried to straighten his clothes as he
answered his grandmother. "I'm in here."
Ginny quickly got up from her bed and tried to fix her hair and
clothes
before Mrs. Baker walked in.
"Ah, Draco and Ginny, just the two people I need to see," said Mrs.
Baker. She hesitated when she looked around the room, seeing the mess
of pillow feathers. She looked questioningly at Ginny who shrugged her
shoulders in a submissive way. The old woman seemed to have an
intuitive understanding of what had gone on and dismissed the mess for
the moment and focused on what she had been saying. "You know that
today is Friday, right?"
Both teenagers nodded.
"Yes, well, I'm leaving today for a.business trip. I'm sorry, but I
can't tell you where it is. Tonks, a young woman who will accompany me
on my trip, will be here around any minute now. I'll leave with her.
I've given the rest of the maids the weekend off. You two will be on
your own this weekend. From the looks of this room," said Mrs. Baker
eyeing the feathers that were scattered around the room, "I have a
feeling that you two will find something to do while I'm gone."
Mrs. Baker looked one last time at the two young adults, the same warm
smile playing on her lips, then turned and left. Something in the way
she was looking at the two of them made Ginny a little uneasy. It was
like she knew something
that even they didn't know and wasn't going to tell.
"Did you get an odd sort of feeling when she gave us that.look," asked
Draco as he continued to stare at the spot Mrs. Baker had just
occupied.
"Do you think she knows what happened just now?" asked Ginny.
"I'm not very sure I even know what happened," mumbled Draco as he
stared
at the floor, unable to meet her eyes. Ginny flushed deeply as the
memories of the kiss flooded back. Draco regained his poise and all
of his emotions were masked yet again as he turned towards her. "I
don't want to know what just happened either. Now get my breakfast
ready." With that Draco walked out of the room, slamming the door
behind him.
'What in Merlin's name...?!' thought Ginny, completely puzzled. 'He
kissed me! Why is he upset?' She was lost in her thoughts as she
walked out of her room.
"Ginny, could I speak to you for a moment," asked Mrs. Baker as she
stepped
out of the shadows, causing Ginny to jump. "Sorry to scare you dear. I
just wanted to ask for a favor."
"Yes, it's alright," said Ginny as tried to smooth out her clothes.
"What is it that you want me to do?"
"Well.Draco's birthday is tomorrow. I feel quite dreadful I'll be
missing it, but maybe you can give him a proper birthday party.
Nothing too big, just see to it his presents that he gets from his
friends are set out at breakfast and maybe bake him a cake or
something along those lines. Could you do that for me?"
"Of course. What type of cake does he like?"
"If my memory serves me correctly," said Mrs. Baker, "his favorite is
vanilla cake with vanilla icing."
"All right, I know the perfect recipe," said Ginny with a small smile.
"Oh my, look at the time, I must be off. I don't want to leave Tonks
in
the living room for too long, she might break something." With that
Mrs.
Baker left walked into the parlor and left for her "business trip".
Ginny walked down to the kitchen and began to cook breakfast. She
didn't
know why but it bothered her that Draco showed no emotion towards the
kiss
the two shared. 'I'm not a bad kisser, am I?' thought Ginny. That
thought sunk it for a while, leaving Ginny nervous. 'I must be awful
if he reacted like that...I...wait! Why do I even care? It's just
Malfoy for heaven's sake. Why should I care? I shouldn't! That's right
I shouldn't! If he wants to act like nothing happened, then so can
I...two can play at his little game...yes, two can...'
"Weasel, is my breakfast ready yet," yelled Draco from in the dinning
room. "I'd like to eat, today!" She was startled out of her thoughts
and almost knocked the plate she had cooked off the counter.
"Shove it, ferret boy. I'm cooking as fast as I bloody-well can. If
I'm not doing a good enough job then you can just cook for yourself."
Ginny waited for a reply but none came. Smiling smugly to herself, she
thought, 'that shut him up. I doubt that he could survive on his own.'
Ginny piled the food onto his plate and brought it out to Draco. "It's
about time."
"Just shut up and eat," said Ginny. "I've got a lot of work to do. I
don't need you mucking up the works."
"Well, that favors the both of us. I don't want to see your hideous
Weasley face so I plan to stay as far away as possible," said Draco,
although it pained him slightly to see the hurt look on Ginny face
with that last comment. She, unlike he, was not very good at hiding
her emotions from the get-go, but after a moment, she could put up a
decent wall.
"Well, that sounds like a fine idea Malfoy. You might want to go get
some
rest. I'm sure having a "good idea" is new for you and you're probably
exhausted."
"You're mistaking me for your brother, Weasley," said Draco as he
stood.
"Don't bother me unless I call you." With that Draco turned around and
walked out of the dining room. Ginny took a deep breath, barely able
to contain her sobs; in fact, one small, almost inaudible one escaped.
But to Draco, that nearly silent sound she emitted was loud and clear,
echoing in the chambers of his mind.
The day passed by quickly. Ginny hid all of Draco's presents and
decorations that she had gotten throughout the day. She made the cake,
remembering Draco's favorite and set it in the refrigerator. She had a
hard time a few times keeping Draco away from one of the presents
hiding places. She had to verbally attack him and when he wasn't
looking take the present and re-hide it. All in all, Ginny was dead
tired at the end of the day.
'And I have to get up at six in the morning tomorrow!' thought Ginny.
'Not fun, not fun at all.'
With that Ginny fell asleep. She dreamed about the kiss she shared
with
Draco. She dreamed about how wonderful it was and how she wished that
it meant something to him.
But what Ginny didn't know was that it did. It meant a lot to him. He,
too, was dreaming of that one special kiss. It was unlike any kiss he
had ever shared with anyone before. It set him on fire and he ached
for more. It took all of his carefully define, Malfoy will power not
to grab her as she passed him in the hallways, push her into a wall,
and snog her like there was no tomorrow. His dreams didn't help
either. He couldn't get the image of her pressed to the bed below him,
cheeks slightly flushed and a gentle pant moving her chest
rythmetically. He had felt her heartbeat, fast from the pillow fight,
but suddenly faster from the kiss. Had her heartbeat picked up when he
had kissed her or was that his imagination fabricating a story to make
himself feel better and more at ease about it? He didn't know how he'd
be able to keep his hands off her tomorrow. Hell, he didn't even know
if he could.
Okay, how is it? You guys know what to do
to
J. K. Rowling. If I could own any of the characters I'd, of course,
take
Draco Malfoy. Come on, who wouldn't?
Fairy-Queen770: I'm sooooo happy you're still reading my story! I hope
it
continues to entertain you. Keep reading and reviewing!
Grahamcrackers: You're review scared me at first. I thought you didn't
like it! The first thing I saw was, "IT SUCKED". 'Bout gave me a heart
attack. Anyways, I'm so glad you enjoy my story. Don't worry; you won't
have to throw me over a cliff any time soon!
xi-swt-tearz-ix: A new reviewer. I'm so happy you're reading and
enjoying
my story. I've worked really hard and I'm glad my work in appreciated.
Ohpelss Oramtnic: Another new reviewer. I'm so glad you like the story!
I
was trying to go for the sweet side of Draco in that chapter. Glad you
liked it.
Dracomio: I happy that you thought it didn't suck and that it was
sweet.
I'm so scared someone's gonna hate the story and send me a hate review.
Thanks for me supportive.
Hyper-chika: Thanks for the good review. I know, I'm horrible at
spelling.
Anyways, keep reading and reviewing!
Honey: I'm glad you like my story so much. I'll try my best to keep
this
thing moving. I know, my writing's off the chain. Or like I like to
say,
It's off the bracelet. Yeah, I know, it's a stupid saying but hey, I
like
it.
redheaded-beauty: First I'd like to say I love your pen name. I too am
a
redhead. It's not a light red or a strawberry blonde color. It's red. I
stick out like a sore thumb. Anyways, I hope you like my new chapter. I
worked hard.
TheSecretCharacter: I'm glad you like my story. It makes me really
happy
to know that even though you don't usually like d/g stories you like
mine.
Keep reading and reviewing and I'll keep writing.
Ehlonna: I'm glad you liked the Angelica and Draco part. I planned that
from the beginning. I really wanted to show early off that Draco can
love
someone, you just have to knock down the walls that have been built
around
him first. Anyways, I hope the rest of my story is good.
Dracoluver2009: I'm glad you like my story so much. I hope you like the
rest of the story too. Keep reading!
Now, to the story!
'Dammit, this is the second time I've had to wake this bloody woman
up,'
thought Draco as he threw open the door to Ginny's room. He was about
to furiously awaken her, but stopped when he saw Ginny in bed, sound
asleep. Her hair, a flaming red, had lighter, natural golden
highlights. Although it was messy from her sleep, it still looked
great. It feel in soft waves, crowning her porcelain, creamy-skinned
face. She wore a black, somewhat tight t-shirt that showed off her
curves in an innocent, loose way. She wore red, plaid flannel pants
that normally Draco would've turned his nose upon (any Malfoy would),
but on her they were adorable. 'She looks so peaceful, like an angel.'
Draco's mind reeled when he realized the thought that had crossed his
brain so slyly. 'Stop it Draco!' he scolded himself. 'You can't fall
for a Weasley. Just wake her up and yell at her like you're suppose
to.' He collected himself and was about to wake her the same as he had
done the previous day when another, more welcome thought, crossed his
mind. 'Who says I can't have a little fun?'
Draco walked closer to the bed and picked up a soft, unused pillow (or
perhaps it had been used and had simply been tossed on the floor
during Ginny's obvious tossing and turning throughout the night; the
blankets had been kicked at her feet and the sheets were twisted
around her, yet in the deep recesses of his mind, Draco could not help
hesitating and continuing to notice her cherubic beauty). He was
grinning from ear to ear he lifted the pillow over his head and hit
Ginny on the head with it.
Ginny woke with a start, looking wildly around the room with wide,
honey-colored eyes. "Bloody Hell!" She spotted Draco beside her bed,
pillow in hand, with a huge, evil grin on his face. "You prat! What
was that for?"
"You're late...again! It's seven ten and you're not even out of bed!"
"Well, sooooooorr-ie, ferret. Forgive me for being human. Most of us
normal people don't get up before seven. Hell, I don't get up before
nine during the summer," said Ginny, quite agitated at being woken up
from her wonderful dream.
"Just get your ass down to the kitchen and make me breakfast." With
that
he turned to leave when a pillow smacked him, square in the back of
the head. His smiled an irritated smile and shook his head, running
his fingers through his loosely gelled (but still clean and snippy
looking) platinum hair. He turned back to see Ginny sitting in the
middle of the bed, still in her very appealing nighties, looking at
him with an innocent but at the same time oh-so-guilty look on her
face.
"Did you just hit me?" Draco's voice was thoroughly annoyed.
"No the dresser did it," answered Ginny sarcastically. "Of course I
did
it. Sharp as a bowling ball, this one." Draco raised an eyebrow at her
bold audaciousness.
Draco eyed her carefully as though thinking over what he should do.
Slowly, a smirk spread across his face. Ginny's eyes widened and
quickly flashed over to the pillow that lay at equal distance between
the two. Before Ginny could react Draco had swept it up and was coming
at her.
"You asked for it, Weasley," said Draco as he hit her in the side with
the
pillow in his hand. Ginny was thrown sideways on the bed. She let out
a startled cry but grabbed the pillow she had only five minutes ago
been sleeping on and retaliated. Jumping up on the opposite side of
the bed, pillow in hand, she watched Draco like a predator.
"You really think it's wise for you, a Weasley, to try to hold your
own against me, a Malfoy?" he asked, slightly surprised by her yet
carefully hiding it under his carefully formed protective, emotional
wall.
"Oh, please. You hold that pillow as if it were made of glass, you
think you can win against me wtih it? Plus, I have six older
brothers," said Ginny. "I think I can take you.
"Feisty aren't we?"
"Scared Malfoy? Can't really blame you, of course. After all, you
don't have
your little bodyguards...er i mean...friends...here to save you from
big, bad Ginny."
"I don't need those little wannabees who follow me around to take the
likings of you," Draco was utterly surprised at himself. He was
actually having fun with the Weasley. He dared not admit it, but this
was borderlining, perhaps even crossing the line of flirting.
"Oh yeah? Prove it, richboy," said Ginny. She leapt up on the bed,
scrambled over to the side Draco was on, and hit him in the stomach
with the
pillow in her hand. Draco, in return, hit her in the head again.
The two began to smack each other repeatedly. Ginny would hit Draco
over
and over on the head before he could even get one hit in. Then,
suddenly, the
tables would turn and Draco would beat Ginny with his pillow. Ginny's
pillow was older and more worn than Draco's, and after a few minutes
of this, one hit was enough to rip the pillow, spilling the feathers
out.
"Look what you did," said Draco in-between hits. "You'll have to clean
all
this up. It is your fault."
"My fault?!" Ginny cried, outraged and momentarily paused from her
rampage. "It's your fault! You hit me first!"
"Did not," Draco snapped childishly.
"Did too!"
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
"Did NOT!" Draco hit Ginny hard enough to send her flying onto the
bed. But she decided if she was going down, she was taking him with
her and grabbed onto Draco, pulling him down with her. Draco landed on
top of Ginny, pinning her down with his weight.
"Did too," said Ginny, pouting a little at the mess that she knew
she'd
have to clean it up.
"Did not," whispered Draco as he brought his head closer to Ginny's.
He
knew that he really shouldn't kiss a Weasley, but he couldn't help it.
He
liked Ginny. He liked her flaming red hair that matched her attitude,
her
warm, chocolate eyes, her full lips, her childish games...he liked
everything
about her.
Ginny's eyes fluttered closed as she felt Draco's thin, soft lips
press
against her own lips. It was a sweet, questioning kiss. There was no
movement at first. Then after a moment or two she felt Draco's lips
began
to gently nibble on her bottom lip. Ginny moaned in surprise when she
felt
Draco's tongue outline her bottom lip, begging for entry, which Ginny
quite
willing gave.
The kiss quickly turned from chaste and innocent to passionate and
hungry. Draco's tongue explored Ginny's mouth slowly, cherishing her
unique, strawberry taste. He probed her tongue, begging Ginny to add
to the
kiss.
Ginny began to mimic Draco's movements, hesitantly. She slid her
tongue
along Draco's, and slowly entered his mouth. She did the same that
Draco
had done to her, enjoying his spicy, cinnamon taste. Ginny gave a
groan of
disappointment when Draco's lips left her own but gasped when she felt
him
trailing kisses across her jawline and down her neck.
"Draco dear," called Mrs. Baker from the hallway. "Where are you?"
Draco jumped off of Ginny and tried to straighten his clothes as he
answered his grandmother. "I'm in here."
Ginny quickly got up from her bed and tried to fix her hair and
clothes
before Mrs. Baker walked in.
"Ah, Draco and Ginny, just the two people I need to see," said Mrs.
Baker. She hesitated when she looked around the room, seeing the mess
of pillow feathers. She looked questioningly at Ginny who shrugged her
shoulders in a submissive way. The old woman seemed to have an
intuitive understanding of what had gone on and dismissed the mess for
the moment and focused on what she had been saying. "You know that
today is Friday, right?"
Both teenagers nodded.
"Yes, well, I'm leaving today for a.business trip. I'm sorry, but I
can't tell you where it is. Tonks, a young woman who will accompany me
on my trip, will be here around any minute now. I'll leave with her.
I've given the rest of the maids the weekend off. You two will be on
your own this weekend. From the looks of this room," said Mrs. Baker
eyeing the feathers that were scattered around the room, "I have a
feeling that you two will find something to do while I'm gone."
Mrs. Baker looked one last time at the two young adults, the same warm
smile playing on her lips, then turned and left. Something in the way
she was looking at the two of them made Ginny a little uneasy. It was
like she knew something
that even they didn't know and wasn't going to tell.
"Did you get an odd sort of feeling when she gave us that.look," asked
Draco as he continued to stare at the spot Mrs. Baker had just
occupied.
"Do you think she knows what happened just now?" asked Ginny.
"I'm not very sure I even know what happened," mumbled Draco as he
stared
at the floor, unable to meet her eyes. Ginny flushed deeply as the
memories of the kiss flooded back. Draco regained his poise and all
of his emotions were masked yet again as he turned towards her. "I
don't want to know what just happened either. Now get my breakfast
ready." With that Draco walked out of the room, slamming the door
behind him.
'What in Merlin's name...?!' thought Ginny, completely puzzled. 'He
kissed me! Why is he upset?' She was lost in her thoughts as she
walked out of her room.
"Ginny, could I speak to you for a moment," asked Mrs. Baker as she
stepped
out of the shadows, causing Ginny to jump. "Sorry to scare you dear. I
just wanted to ask for a favor."
"Yes, it's alright," said Ginny as tried to smooth out her clothes.
"What is it that you want me to do?"
"Well.Draco's birthday is tomorrow. I feel quite dreadful I'll be
missing it, but maybe you can give him a proper birthday party.
Nothing too big, just see to it his presents that he gets from his
friends are set out at breakfast and maybe bake him a cake or
something along those lines. Could you do that for me?"
"Of course. What type of cake does he like?"
"If my memory serves me correctly," said Mrs. Baker, "his favorite is
vanilla cake with vanilla icing."
"All right, I know the perfect recipe," said Ginny with a small smile.
"Oh my, look at the time, I must be off. I don't want to leave Tonks
in
the living room for too long, she might break something." With that
Mrs.
Baker left walked into the parlor and left for her "business trip".
Ginny walked down to the kitchen and began to cook breakfast. She
didn't
know why but it bothered her that Draco showed no emotion towards the
kiss
the two shared. 'I'm not a bad kisser, am I?' thought Ginny. That
thought sunk it for a while, leaving Ginny nervous. 'I must be awful
if he reacted like that...I...wait! Why do I even care? It's just
Malfoy for heaven's sake. Why should I care? I shouldn't! That's right
I shouldn't! If he wants to act like nothing happened, then so can
I...two can play at his little game...yes, two can...'
"Weasel, is my breakfast ready yet," yelled Draco from in the dinning
room. "I'd like to eat, today!" She was startled out of her thoughts
and almost knocked the plate she had cooked off the counter.
"Shove it, ferret boy. I'm cooking as fast as I bloody-well can. If
I'm not doing a good enough job then you can just cook for yourself."
Ginny waited for a reply but none came. Smiling smugly to herself, she
thought, 'that shut him up. I doubt that he could survive on his own.'
Ginny piled the food onto his plate and brought it out to Draco. "It's
about time."
"Just shut up and eat," said Ginny. "I've got a lot of work to do. I
don't need you mucking up the works."
"Well, that favors the both of us. I don't want to see your hideous
Weasley face so I plan to stay as far away as possible," said Draco,
although it pained him slightly to see the hurt look on Ginny face
with that last comment. She, unlike he, was not very good at hiding
her emotions from the get-go, but after a moment, she could put up a
decent wall.
"Well, that sounds like a fine idea Malfoy. You might want to go get
some
rest. I'm sure having a "good idea" is new for you and you're probably
exhausted."
"You're mistaking me for your brother, Weasley," said Draco as he
stood.
"Don't bother me unless I call you." With that Draco turned around and
walked out of the dining room. Ginny took a deep breath, barely able
to contain her sobs; in fact, one small, almost inaudible one escaped.
But to Draco, that nearly silent sound she emitted was loud and clear,
echoing in the chambers of his mind.
The day passed by quickly. Ginny hid all of Draco's presents and
decorations that she had gotten throughout the day. She made the cake,
remembering Draco's favorite and set it in the refrigerator. She had a
hard time a few times keeping Draco away from one of the presents
hiding places. She had to verbally attack him and when he wasn't
looking take the present and re-hide it. All in all, Ginny was dead
tired at the end of the day.
'And I have to get up at six in the morning tomorrow!' thought Ginny.
'Not fun, not fun at all.'
With that Ginny fell asleep. She dreamed about the kiss she shared
with
Draco. She dreamed about how wonderful it was and how she wished that
it meant something to him.
But what Ginny didn't know was that it did. It meant a lot to him. He,
too, was dreaming of that one special kiss. It was unlike any kiss he
had ever shared with anyone before. It set him on fire and he ached
for more. It took all of his carefully define, Malfoy will power not
to grab her as she passed him in the hallways, push her into a wall,
and snog her like there was no tomorrow. His dreams didn't help
either. He couldn't get the image of her pressed to the bed below him,
cheeks slightly flushed and a gentle pant moving her chest
rythmetically. He had felt her heartbeat, fast from the pillow fight,
but suddenly faster from the kiss. Had her heartbeat picked up when he
had kissed her or was that his imagination fabricating a story to make
himself feel better and more at ease about it? He didn't know how he'd
be able to keep his hands off her tomorrow. Hell, he didn't even know
if he could.
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