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Second Half:
Good things come to those who wait
Dilemma
Ginny felt like everything was closing in on her, she had to get out of these walls, get out of Hogwarts. Everything was suffocating her, she couldn't breathe. She came to the front doors and burst them open with a bout of strength that she never knew she had. She ran out into the chilly winter night, unaware of the cold that would leave her body numb for she never brought a robe with her. She ran to her favorite tree, right by the lake, that was now frozen. She stood beside the elderly miracle of nature, letting the snowflakes fall on her. She didn't care about the silver and cold, she welcomed it. She lifted her porcelain face up to the night sky, letting the snowflakes have a better target of her face, letting the coldness seep into her bones. Pefect. They fell onto her eyelashes, as she slid down the trunk of the tree, welcoming the scratch of the roughness. She let the frustrated tears fall, no one could see her now. She brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her lithe arms around them, holding them tight to her shaking body.
That's how he had found her. He had seen a figure run past while he was in the hallway, but he had just now found out the direction that this person had taken.
"What's wrong Weasly? Potty forget your birthday?" he asked, smirking viciously. Draco didn't really like to see people suffer, but he knew that he had an image, and that image was to be the Malfoy everyone all knew and hated. Ginny turned her face up to his, her angry eyes meeting his cool grey ones. Draco started. She looked so angelic, with the tears shining in her eyes, making the fire in them ever more prominent.
"Malfoy," she breathed, "why don't you just go and wank off somewhere else." Draco smirked.
"What, nothing better then that? that all ya got Weaslette?" He knew that what he was doing was poking a big, angry ape with a toothpick, but, come'on, it is so tempting!! Ginny just glared at him.
"Oh, come'on, with that many filthy, muggle loving borthers, you should have atleast learned something!" he demanded.
"Malfoy, it would be alot easier for me to ignore you if you would shut up!" she started.
"Ah, yes, but that would be too easy, my dear!" Their eyes met again, this time Ginny was ready to meet the challenge. She slid back up the tree, using the trunk as a support.
"Malfoy, if you don't shut up right now, I'll twist your head off and use it for a quaffle, while I'll use your small balls as snitches!!" She glared at him, as she moved her hands to her hips. The movement caught the slytherin's attention, and his eyes stared down at her flat stomach that was exposed for she was only wearing her night shirt. He smirked. He tore his eyes away, stopping his train of thought from going into boundaries even he didn't dare cross.
"Ha, littlest Weasel, hate to be captain obvious, but my balls are bigger then your boyfriends, that wanker is practically a girl, I don't know how you can stand it!"
"Oh, what so you've seen his balls, well, this is a new developpment! I'm glad you finally came out of the closest, Malfoy, we were all wondering when you wold take that step." Draco was horrified, he didn't know what to say.
"Wha-??" he started. Ginny smirked a smirk that could rival Malfoy's best.
"What? Kneazle got your tongue, Malferret?" she said, laughing at him.
"How dare you insuate anything to do with the Malfoy name to be gay! You stupid little Gryffindor!"
"Oh, so the great Malfoy can dish it but he can't take it? Wouldn't surprise me, you are such a poof." Draco was acutally going red, he never got red, even when his father was raging at him about holding up the family tradition.
"You don't know anything, weaslette, you are too stupid too even see that your boyfriend is cheating on you with that mudblood slut!" Ginny face blanched. What, was she the last to know?
"You know nothing about it Malfoy!! Keep your drooked nose where it belongs, up Snape's arse!!" Draco's eyes pointed even more as he glared superiorily at her. By this time, they were quite close too eachother, for the heat of their battle had pulled them into eachother.
"You little bint! Why don't you get your head out of fantasy land and realize that Potter is a dog! A dog that humps anything with legs, and follows Dumbledore loyally around!" Ginny reached back her hand, and in one huge swoosh, her palm connected with Draco's cheek. She was about to do it again, when Draco grabbed it, holding it inches from his face.
Ginny felt uncomfortable, for he was staring at her so intensly. He was still holding her wrist, but more gently. Ginny looked away from his intense glare, only to have him drop her hand. She felt cold again. She felt the tears well up in her eyes again. She felt Draco's surprisingly soft touch on her chin, lifting her eyes to his, connecting them. He wiped the tear that dared to fall down her cheek away.
"Draco-" she whispered, not realizing that she had said his first name.
"Gin-" he said softly, as his face inched close to hers. Their eyes never left eachothers as his face glided clsoer and closer, both knowing what was to come next. Ginny closed her eyes, as his lips caught hers, breaking one connection and then making another. The kiss was tentative at first, both trying out the new territory, but then, Draco deepened it. Draco pushed her back against the tree trunk, holding her trembling body there, not breaking the connection. He cupped her face with his hand, as Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck. Draco fought for entry into her mouth, and she happily obliged. Their tongues meeting sent an electric chill down her spine, leaving her all tingly. Draco's hands travelled up and down her body, caressing her. She moaned as she felt his hands go up her small shirt, caressing her bare skin with his callused palm. Ginny let her hands do what they had always secretly wanted to do, they were set free in his silver hair, traveling back and forth. He was unbuttoning her pants when she realized that they were still outside.
"Malfoy," she said, against his lips.
"hmm?" he said, still kissing her.
"Malfoy," he still hadn't stopped, "Malfoy. Draco!!"
"What?" he said, a little perturbed. She smirked at his childish behavior. She expected him to stomp his foot and cross his arms any minute. She let out a small laugh.
"Draco, I think that we should take this inside, it is kind of cold out here." He smirked down at her, grabbing her hand, as they raced back to the castle.
Despite her brave actions, she was still wondering whether or not she should take what she wanted, what felt good, because Merlin knew that Harry would never, and could never, make her feel this good. But didn't good things come to those who wait?
A/N well, I've decided to stop there for the moment, if you would like more please leave a review, I thrive on reviews, they make me want to keep writing! thanks for reading so far! :) REVIEW !!
Second Half:
Good things come to those who wait
Dilemma
Ginny felt like everything was closing in on her, she had to get out of these walls, get out of Hogwarts. Everything was suffocating her, she couldn't breathe. She came to the front doors and burst them open with a bout of strength that she never knew she had. She ran out into the chilly winter night, unaware of the cold that would leave her body numb for she never brought a robe with her. She ran to her favorite tree, right by the lake, that was now frozen. She stood beside the elderly miracle of nature, letting the snowflakes fall on her. She didn't care about the silver and cold, she welcomed it. She lifted her porcelain face up to the night sky, letting the snowflakes have a better target of her face, letting the coldness seep into her bones. Pefect. They fell onto her eyelashes, as she slid down the trunk of the tree, welcoming the scratch of the roughness. She let the frustrated tears fall, no one could see her now. She brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her lithe arms around them, holding them tight to her shaking body.
That's how he had found her. He had seen a figure run past while he was in the hallway, but he had just now found out the direction that this person had taken.
"What's wrong Weasly? Potty forget your birthday?" he asked, smirking viciously. Draco didn't really like to see people suffer, but he knew that he had an image, and that image was to be the Malfoy everyone all knew and hated. Ginny turned her face up to his, her angry eyes meeting his cool grey ones. Draco started. She looked so angelic, with the tears shining in her eyes, making the fire in them ever more prominent.
"Malfoy," she breathed, "why don't you just go and wank off somewhere else." Draco smirked.
"What, nothing better then that? that all ya got Weaslette?" He knew that what he was doing was poking a big, angry ape with a toothpick, but, come'on, it is so tempting!! Ginny just glared at him.
"Oh, come'on, with that many filthy, muggle loving borthers, you should have atleast learned something!" he demanded.
"Malfoy, it would be alot easier for me to ignore you if you would shut up!" she started.
"Ah, yes, but that would be too easy, my dear!" Their eyes met again, this time Ginny was ready to meet the challenge. She slid back up the tree, using the trunk as a support.
"Malfoy, if you don't shut up right now, I'll twist your head off and use it for a quaffle, while I'll use your small balls as snitches!!" She glared at him, as she moved her hands to her hips. The movement caught the slytherin's attention, and his eyes stared down at her flat stomach that was exposed for she was only wearing her night shirt. He smirked. He tore his eyes away, stopping his train of thought from going into boundaries even he didn't dare cross.
"Ha, littlest Weasel, hate to be captain obvious, but my balls are bigger then your boyfriends, that wanker is practically a girl, I don't know how you can stand it!"
"Oh, what so you've seen his balls, well, this is a new developpment! I'm glad you finally came out of the closest, Malfoy, we were all wondering when you wold take that step." Draco was horrified, he didn't know what to say.
"Wha-??" he started. Ginny smirked a smirk that could rival Malfoy's best.
"What? Kneazle got your tongue, Malferret?" she said, laughing at him.
"How dare you insuate anything to do with the Malfoy name to be gay! You stupid little Gryffindor!"
"Oh, so the great Malfoy can dish it but he can't take it? Wouldn't surprise me, you are such a poof." Draco was acutally going red, he never got red, even when his father was raging at him about holding up the family tradition.
"You don't know anything, weaslette, you are too stupid too even see that your boyfriend is cheating on you with that mudblood slut!" Ginny face blanched. What, was she the last to know?
"You know nothing about it Malfoy!! Keep your drooked nose where it belongs, up Snape's arse!!" Draco's eyes pointed even more as he glared superiorily at her. By this time, they were quite close too eachother, for the heat of their battle had pulled them into eachother.
"You little bint! Why don't you get your head out of fantasy land and realize that Potter is a dog! A dog that humps anything with legs, and follows Dumbledore loyally around!" Ginny reached back her hand, and in one huge swoosh, her palm connected with Draco's cheek. She was about to do it again, when Draco grabbed it, holding it inches from his face.
Ginny felt uncomfortable, for he was staring at her so intensly. He was still holding her wrist, but more gently. Ginny looked away from his intense glare, only to have him drop her hand. She felt cold again. She felt the tears well up in her eyes again. She felt Draco's surprisingly soft touch on her chin, lifting her eyes to his, connecting them. He wiped the tear that dared to fall down her cheek away.
"Draco-" she whispered, not realizing that she had said his first name.
"Gin-" he said softly, as his face inched close to hers. Their eyes never left eachothers as his face glided clsoer and closer, both knowing what was to come next. Ginny closed her eyes, as his lips caught hers, breaking one connection and then making another. The kiss was tentative at first, both trying out the new territory, but then, Draco deepened it. Draco pushed her back against the tree trunk, holding her trembling body there, not breaking the connection. He cupped her face with his hand, as Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck. Draco fought for entry into her mouth, and she happily obliged. Their tongues meeting sent an electric chill down her spine, leaving her all tingly. Draco's hands travelled up and down her body, caressing her. She moaned as she felt his hands go up her small shirt, caressing her bare skin with his callused palm. Ginny let her hands do what they had always secretly wanted to do, they were set free in his silver hair, traveling back and forth. He was unbuttoning her pants when she realized that they were still outside.
"Malfoy," she said, against his lips.
"hmm?" he said, still kissing her.
"Malfoy," he still hadn't stopped, "Malfoy. Draco!!"
"What?" he said, a little perturbed. She smirked at his childish behavior. She expected him to stomp his foot and cross his arms any minute. She let out a small laugh.
"Draco, I think that we should take this inside, it is kind of cold out here." He smirked down at her, grabbing her hand, as they raced back to the castle.
Despite her brave actions, she was still wondering whether or not she should take what she wanted, what felt good, because Merlin knew that Harry would never, and could never, make her feel this good. But didn't good things come to those who wait?
A/N well, I've decided to stop there for the moment, if you would like more please leave a review, I thrive on reviews, they make me want to keep writing! thanks for reading so far! :) REVIEW !!