A/N: Hey guys! I'm back again! Sorry it took so long to update...I've
been pretty busy lately, with Christmas right around the corner and stuff.
But here it is!! Also, I'll try to update again right before Christmas if
I can, and then again a little after New Year's. But if I don't get around
to it, Happy Holidays!
Ginny stormed through the hallways oblivious to the stares she received. She was enraged.
"Absences are not acceptable," she mimicked. "Not only do I expect that essay on my desk tomorrow morning. Merlin, what the bloody hell is his problem?! Is his mission in life to make each and every person here totally miserable? 'Cuz if it is, they he's doing a damn good job of it!"
She reached the common room, which, thankfully, was empty. After ranting for at least another twenty minutes, she finally pulled out her textbook to start the essay.
"Love potions...love potions...where are the stupid love potions?" She muttered as she scanned the glossary. "Love potions...oh there they are," she said. "Page 641...page 641. Alright, love potions." She flipped to the page and swore under her breath.
"What the bloody fuck is this?" She asked, staring at the page in front of her.
"One paragraph? One bloody paragraph? That's it? How the fuck am I supposed to write a three scroll essay from one freaking paragraph?! That's impossible!"
Making up her mind, she grabbed her things and set off once more for the dungeons. Reaching the door, she took a deep breath and knocked tentatively.
"Come in," was the response. She opened the door and looked around. Snape was sitting at his desk, looking at her expectantly.
"Yes Miss Weasley? I trust you haven't already finished your essay?" he asked, and she would have sworn the corners of his mouth turned up in a smirk when he mentioned the essay.
"Actually, that's why I'm here Professor," she said. "I was starting the essay, but I noticed that the book only had one paragraph on love potions."
"Yes Miss Weasley, I believe it does."
"Well, you said that the essay was to be three scrolls long, but if there's only a paragraph..." she trailed off, figuring he'd get the hint. To her amazement, he just continued to stare at her, and amused expression on his face.
"Professor!" she exploded. "How the..." Just then, there was a knock at the door.
"Come in," said Snape. The door opened and none other than Draco Malfoy strode through the door.
"Professor," he said coolly. "Weasley."
"What is it Draco?" asked Snape impatiently.
"Professor McGonagall wishes to see you in her office."
"Can't it wait? I'm in the middle of something right now," he said.
"She said it was important," added Draco. "Perhaps there's something I can do to help?" he offered casually, glancing at Ginny.
"Hmm? Well, I suppose so. See what you can do to help Miss Weasley finish her essay" said Snape, and he walked out of the room, robes swishing behind him.
"Now," said Malfoy, turning to face her. "Which bloody essay do you need help with?"
"Umm...love potions," she squeaked under his intense gaze.
"Really? How fascinating," said Malfoy, drawing ever closer to her. "Well, I was planning on waiting until tonight, but since we're here..." he murmured almost to himself as he threaded his fingers into her hair and drew her face up to his for an intoxicating kiss.
This time, there was no hesitation on her part. Ginny kissed him back as her Potions book she had been holding slid out of her grasp and feel to the floor with a *thump*. Her hands looped up behind his head, pulling his closer. She was soon moaning under his skillful tongue.
As they continued to kiss, Malfoy felt his heart beat just a little faster as she put her arms around him and pulled him closer. What was going on? Why did he feel this way? Why was it that everytime he saw her, his heart sped up and he felt like dancing right in the middle of the hallways? Why was it that whenever she smiled, the entire room seemed to brighten up, and it was as though heaven was shining down on her? Why was it that he felt as though he was falling in love?
"Ginny," he said, breaking the kiss. "We need to stop. Now," he added.
"Why?" she asked, clearly confused. "I thought you wanted this."
"Yeah, well it was a mistake," he said harshly, trying to cover his emotions. He was a Malfoy dammit! Emotions were a weakness. He had no weaknesses.
"What?" sniffed Ginny, tears filling her eyes. "But you're the one who said you weren't like this."
"Like what?" he snapped, willing himself not to look at her, at her sad eyes.
"Cold, emotionless, void of all feelings," she said softly, attempting to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over.
"I did say that, didn't I?" he smirked, holding his cold expression in place, even as he felt as though someone had ripped his heart out. How desperately he wanted to take her in his arms and kiss her senseless, tell her how sorry he was. But he couldn't. He just couldn't.
Ginny's face crumpled as the tears she had been trying so hard to hold back brimmed over and cascaded down her cheeks. She brushed past him as ran out of the room sobbing. He watched her go; reached out a hand to stop her, but caught himself.
"It was the right things to do," he said to himself. "I'm a Malfoy. I have a reputation to keep up." But if it was the right thing to do, then why did it feel so...so wrong?
A/N: Aww...don't worry though guys. Angst isn't my thing...I'm a sucker for a happy ending. Anyways, like I said, I'll try to update soon, and thanks so much for sticking with me. Also, reviews are greatly appreciated! You guys are so nice to me!!
Ginny stormed through the hallways oblivious to the stares she received. She was enraged.
"Absences are not acceptable," she mimicked. "Not only do I expect that essay on my desk tomorrow morning. Merlin, what the bloody hell is his problem?! Is his mission in life to make each and every person here totally miserable? 'Cuz if it is, they he's doing a damn good job of it!"
She reached the common room, which, thankfully, was empty. After ranting for at least another twenty minutes, she finally pulled out her textbook to start the essay.
"Love potions...love potions...where are the stupid love potions?" She muttered as she scanned the glossary. "Love potions...oh there they are," she said. "Page 641...page 641. Alright, love potions." She flipped to the page and swore under her breath.
"What the bloody fuck is this?" She asked, staring at the page in front of her.
"One paragraph? One bloody paragraph? That's it? How the fuck am I supposed to write a three scroll essay from one freaking paragraph?! That's impossible!"
Making up her mind, she grabbed her things and set off once more for the dungeons. Reaching the door, she took a deep breath and knocked tentatively.
"Come in," was the response. She opened the door and looked around. Snape was sitting at his desk, looking at her expectantly.
"Yes Miss Weasley? I trust you haven't already finished your essay?" he asked, and she would have sworn the corners of his mouth turned up in a smirk when he mentioned the essay.
"Actually, that's why I'm here Professor," she said. "I was starting the essay, but I noticed that the book only had one paragraph on love potions."
"Yes Miss Weasley, I believe it does."
"Well, you said that the essay was to be three scrolls long, but if there's only a paragraph..." she trailed off, figuring he'd get the hint. To her amazement, he just continued to stare at her, and amused expression on his face.
"Professor!" she exploded. "How the..." Just then, there was a knock at the door.
"Come in," said Snape. The door opened and none other than Draco Malfoy strode through the door.
"Professor," he said coolly. "Weasley."
"What is it Draco?" asked Snape impatiently.
"Professor McGonagall wishes to see you in her office."
"Can't it wait? I'm in the middle of something right now," he said.
"She said it was important," added Draco. "Perhaps there's something I can do to help?" he offered casually, glancing at Ginny.
"Hmm? Well, I suppose so. See what you can do to help Miss Weasley finish her essay" said Snape, and he walked out of the room, robes swishing behind him.
"Now," said Malfoy, turning to face her. "Which bloody essay do you need help with?"
"Umm...love potions," she squeaked under his intense gaze.
"Really? How fascinating," said Malfoy, drawing ever closer to her. "Well, I was planning on waiting until tonight, but since we're here..." he murmured almost to himself as he threaded his fingers into her hair and drew her face up to his for an intoxicating kiss.
This time, there was no hesitation on her part. Ginny kissed him back as her Potions book she had been holding slid out of her grasp and feel to the floor with a *thump*. Her hands looped up behind his head, pulling his closer. She was soon moaning under his skillful tongue.
As they continued to kiss, Malfoy felt his heart beat just a little faster as she put her arms around him and pulled him closer. What was going on? Why did he feel this way? Why was it that everytime he saw her, his heart sped up and he felt like dancing right in the middle of the hallways? Why was it that whenever she smiled, the entire room seemed to brighten up, and it was as though heaven was shining down on her? Why was it that he felt as though he was falling in love?
"Ginny," he said, breaking the kiss. "We need to stop. Now," he added.
"Why?" she asked, clearly confused. "I thought you wanted this."
"Yeah, well it was a mistake," he said harshly, trying to cover his emotions. He was a Malfoy dammit! Emotions were a weakness. He had no weaknesses.
"What?" sniffed Ginny, tears filling her eyes. "But you're the one who said you weren't like this."
"Like what?" he snapped, willing himself not to look at her, at her sad eyes.
"Cold, emotionless, void of all feelings," she said softly, attempting to hold back the tears that threatened to spill over.
"I did say that, didn't I?" he smirked, holding his cold expression in place, even as he felt as though someone had ripped his heart out. How desperately he wanted to take her in his arms and kiss her senseless, tell her how sorry he was. But he couldn't. He just couldn't.
Ginny's face crumpled as the tears she had been trying so hard to hold back brimmed over and cascaded down her cheeks. She brushed past him as ran out of the room sobbing. He watched her go; reached out a hand to stop her, but caught himself.
"It was the right things to do," he said to himself. "I'm a Malfoy. I have a reputation to keep up." But if it was the right thing to do, then why did it feel so...so wrong?
A/N: Aww...don't worry though guys. Angst isn't my thing...I'm a sucker for a happy ending. Anyways, like I said, I'll try to update soon, and thanks so much for sticking with me. Also, reviews are greatly appreciated! You guys are so nice to me!!