Author's Note: Contains sexual things…
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Ginny awoke as a bright beam of sun shone at her, making her skin burn just slightly. She sighed and stretched, one arm moving towards her bedclothes to remove them, but instead she only encountered a lone arm. She gasped as her fingers ran over it, making the arm pull against her waist and move her closer to the body lying behind her. Looking down she let out a loud sigh as she found herself still fully clothed. She rolled over and dropped her jaw in awe at the body lying next to her.
Draco Malfoy was lying beside her, his blonde hair falling into his eyes and rising again with every exhale he took. His arms were drawn tightly around her and he seemed to be…smiling? Yes, despite the fact that she had only seen him smile once or twice, it was definitely a smug smile. She allowed her finger to move to his cheek bone, tracing its defining shape, before lingering onto his lips. His kiss, with its fire and passion, still could be felt in the back of her mouth and she let out a small moan. His gray eyes popped open and he looked at her intently.
"Good Morning Ginny." He breathed.
"Good…Good Morning Draco." She replied, unsure of what to say. His arms were still coiled around her and his forehead was now resting on hers, his lips just inches from hers. She smiled and moved forward, unsure what was pulling her closer to him or what magnet was keeping her in the bed alongside him, but she was moving towards his lips.
"Ginny wait." He spoke, right before she touched them, making her pout just slightly. He was now sitting up, running a lone hand through his hair and moving towards the edge of the bed.
"What is it?"
"Can we call off our lesson for today? I really…" He started, but then stopped, gazing back at her. Something was wrong, she could see it, for his eyes were drawn back into his head and his demeanor had sunk.
"What?"
"I just need to think." He replied, before running from the room in a large bang.
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Ginny sat silently on the wooden swing in the courtyard. The sun was beginning to set in the sky, the cotton ball clouds just starting to lose their fuzz, and the tree's shade was just starting to cause goose bumps on her skin. The daffodils and tulips were no longer their bright color and seemed to wilt just slightly, as if projecting Ginny's emotions. She swung back and forth lamely, her bare feet just slightly skimming the ground, the forest green work dress hiked up to her knees yet again. Her hair fell lamely around her face and her coffee eyes were filled with sorrow.
It had been two weeks since their kiss. Since they had awoken in her bedroom and he had said he needed to think. Their lessons had continued as usual in the drawing room, for his proficiencies at Charms had improved in the last few weeks. He had never opened his mouth once, not when she chastised him nor when she congratulated him on a job well done.
Draco's quietness wasn't what had been irking her. No it had been two things in particular. For one, it was the bottomless pit of emotions in her stomach that would never stop churning. She thought about him constantly, about his blonde white hair and his usual smirk. She had dreams of him at Hogwarts. She hated admitting her dreams were not always…usual…for she remembered quite vividly in the middle of the night with sweat dripping down her back and the most unusual amount of warmth seeping from her lower belly. She imagined him doing things to her that she had never imagined before; his hands touching every part of her body as she moaned his name over and over again.
Of course, just having irritating and arousing dreams about Draco Malfoy was the least of her problems. It was the possibility of now, nearing the middle of July that she was falling in love with him. She hated to admit it, hated to even assume that she could love someone like him. But she knew the truth; even now in the coming evening in the courtyard she knew how she felt. It was how she had once felt about Harry that bubbly feeling in the middle of her chest that made her feel like she was riding her broom in a Quidditch match for the first time ever.
She almost jumped out of her skin as the swing skidded to a halt, causing her head to whip around and a piece of her hair to get stuck in the chain of the swing. The sneering man from the first day of her job was staring at her oddly, his fingers laced around the swing chain.
"Young Mr. Malfoy requests your attendance in the main ballroom at 8 Miss." He spoke quickly, "He also requests you wear the gown that is hanging in your armoire. Goodnight." The man turned quickly and went inside as she finally removed the tendril of stuck hair. Draco wanted her presence in the ballroom? She wasn't sure what it meant but she was off the swing in a heartbeat, running for the door.
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Ginny sat on her bed, one hand running softly over the piece of satin lying in her hands. It was the darkest blue she had ever seen, almost black, and hung to the floor. The bodice hung to her body tightly but soon flowed out to an elegant ball gown that just barely skimmed the floor and spun widely when she twirled about. The neckline was low, something Ginny wasn't perfectly comfortable with, but it showed off the pearly skin of her upper chest. A long piece of material hung across her breast line and over her shoulders to her back, accentuating the dress in just the perfect light. She had fallen in love with it the moment she had taken it out of the armoire, almost squealing for joy as Maryanne had helped her with the laces in the back. Maryanne had also helped her pin her red hair up in a glorious twist that defined her face. Ginny smiled in her mirror now as she stood up, twirling just once again.
She moved to the door and listened intently to her heels as they clicked along the hallway even in the carpet. The swishing of her dress was comforting and yet mysterious as she found the entrance to the ballroom, the same one she had found her first day of tutoring. She pushed the elegant door back and allowed her jaw to drop to the floor.
The floor was shining beautifully in the chandelier's light, accentuating the whole aura of the room. A small record player was against the only non-mirrored wall. The room appeared empty as Ginny stepped in, checking the watch on the wall. 7:59. she had been early, she knew that, but she figured that Draco would still be standing waiting for her. Stepping inside and twirling around just a bit she started to laugh to herself until the record began to play, a light melody that she was sure was an old Irish version of Pachabel's Cannon. She gracefully moved to it, humming along, her feet stepping in time with the clarinets and flutes in the grand solo.
She hadn't seen the figure appear in the door, a young boy of not-just-17 was watching her spin around. His eyes were concentrating on her face as it smiled from the music, his favorite song, adorned in the dress he had picked out especially for her. Stepping to the record player he stopped the song abruptly. She was watching him now; he knew it, probably staring at his tailored suit that his father had bought him for fancy occasions. He had sent his mother out for just the purpose of this ball, and now that he was alone with her he intended to look his best.
Stepping away as a new song came on he moved towards her and extended his hand, bowing graciously.
"May I have this dance?"
If there were no words
No way to speak
I would still hear you
If there were no tears
No way to feel inside I'd still feel for you
He put his hand around her waist and held her close as they moved back and forth, swaying to the music. Her head was on his shoulders and her fingers were playing with the tendrils of hair at the base of his neck.
And even if the sun refused to shine
Even if romance ran out of rhyme
You would still have my heart
Until the end of time
You're all I need my love, My Valentine.
She looked up at him, into his beautiful gray eyes, and smiled at him. He smiled back and brought his lips against hers in their second kiss. It was warm and touching and feather light as he danced with her.
All of my life
I have been waiting for all you'd give to me
You opened my eyes
And showed me how to love unselfishly
I've dreamed of this a thousand times before
In my dreams I couldn't love you more
I would give you my heart
Until the end of time
You're all I need my love, My Valentine
The kiss finally parted and their dancing embrace grew closer, his head now resting on her shoulder as well. He sighed into her neck and rubbed her back affectionately, causing her to mew lightly.
"Damn Ginny." He moaned against her, tightening his grip as best he could without squeezing her to death.
And even if the sun refused to shine
Even if romance ran out of rhyme
You would still have heart until the end of time
Cause all I need is you, My Valentine
You're all I need my love, My Valentine
Ginny pulled away from him as the song ended, her face flushed. His hands were raking through his hair and he was smiling sheepishly. The suit, whose black fabric made him look even more devilishly handsome than usual, was almost twinkling at her from the tears that were welling up in her eyes. He moved towards her and hugged her affectionately.
"Ginny what's wrong?"
"Nothing…just…oh bullocks!" She growled as she burst into tears, "I didn't want to break down."
"Ginny?"
"No one has ever done something for me like that Draco." She panted, running her fingers across the front of his suit, "No one has ever…cared for me like that." She stopped and looked up at him, and for the first time he could have sworn he saw something behind her coffee eyes than just admiration. Was it…could it be…was it love? He wasn't sure, he wasn't the type to play with games of the heart, but it really didn't matter anymore. Somewhere along the line, he had fallen in love with her.
"Ginny…"
"What Draco?"
"Be with me tonight."
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How they had arrived back at his room, Ginny wasn't too sure, but his kisses were intoxicating her as he brushed them along her now exposed shoulder blade. Her hair had been taken down and her dress had been discarded. Being only stark in her knickers and bra was slightly discomforting until she had heard him mumble my god and pulled her into a heart throbbing kiss.
His erection had brushed up against her once and it had shocked her, but now she was used to the peculiar hardness against her thigh. His hand was resting on her left breast and making her heart catch in her throat and before she knew what was happening they were on his bed and he was lying on top of her, his fingers stroking along her nipple and making her moan loudly. She reached for the top of his suit and attempted to pull it off but her fingers were so jumbly he had to do it for her. He smiled as he reached down and kissed her again, removing her bra with a simple wrist twist, discarding it with her other clothes. His fingers were raking over her stomach and breasts, every once in awhile skimming down to that area that she had always kept so confined.
"Is it okay Gin?" He looked at her as his fingers grabbed the waist band of her knickers, "if I go this far…I don't think…"
She silenced him with a kiss as her own hands played with the edge of his pants and he allowed them to slide off. She gasped as his fingers touched her in places no one else had, making her stomach burn and tingle with mixed emotions. Her own hands were traveling aimlessly; to his hair, his back, his chest, even once or twice tweaking his hard nipples. He moaned against her and led her hands to his erection and she gasped again, letting her fingers encircle something she had never felt before in her entire life.
"Draco I…"
"Like this Ginny, I'll show you." He led her small hands through the motions until she seemed to understand and could go on her own, his hips bucking against her pumping hands. He moaned loudly and she smiled as he kissed her just lightly and told her to stop.
"Was I that bad?" She mumbled.
"No…not at all…that was bloody amazing." He smirked before settling between her legs. Moving forward just slightly he entered her and continued to enter her as he smattered kisses across her face as she winced in pain. It didn't last long, their fussy movements, before he landed on top of her in a sweaty heap.
"That was wonderful Draco." She hummed into his chest. Yes, he had to admit, it was wonderful. She had looked like an angel underneath him, her hair spread about the pillow in a halo like form. Never before had he felt that alive during sex, and never before had he felt as if he never wanted to move. She was wrapped in his arms now and drifting off to sleep, her breaths intoxicating him in ways he couldn't even begin to imagine.
She had fallen asleep; he knew it, as his fingers brushed across her small hairline. Pressing a kiss to her forehead he snuggled into her sighing just lightly.
"Damn you Ginny…Damn you for letting me fall in love with you."
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Authors note 2: Just want to thank all my FANTASTIC REVIEWERS you know who you are…thanks a bunch for reading this story! Its gunna end in what I predict to be 2 chapters, maybe 3, but yes that's it I'm afraid.
I am so sorry about my lack of updates, as you know I am insanely busy with school and such, but I promise this won't be forgotten!