Draco bit his lip, wondering if she was going to come. He sat, hidded
behind some owls who were fast asleep, and chewed on his lip until he could
taste the coppery taste of blood. He put his fingers to his lip and saw the
glint of blood when he pulled his hand down. He cursed, startling some of
the owls.He became suddenly alert, forgetting momentarily about his lip. He
would be in big trouble if they cought him out of bed again; he didn't need
yet another reson for the Slytherins to hate him. Satisfied that no one was
coming he concentrated on his lip.
A few minutes later the bleeding had stopped, but he was more fidgety than ever. He changed positions every two minutes, wondering where she could be. 'Maybe she decided not to come,' a cruel voice; his own voice, or at least the old one; sneered inside of his head. 'Maybe she decided that it was just TOO embarrassing to go out with Draco MALFOY. You heard the way she said your name on Halloween. Snd you said it yourself, no one was dancing with her. She probably danced just to have someone to dance with,' the voice went on.'Or maybe...she and her family had had a fight, and she was using you to get back at them. After all, it's quite disrespectful to make aquaintences with a MALFOY'
Draco's heart dropped. What if that was true? What if she had showed everyone his letters, annd she stood him up, and everyone would be laughing at him tomorrow. Just as the thought entered his mind an owl was disturbed. He looked over to it....the door was opening. Slowly, yes, but it was opening. He felt his heart rise to his throat, blobking off all connection from his brain to his body. He froze where he was, not even daring to breathe. He wondered, for a brief moment, if it was just him imagination. But, no, there it was. A hand on the door...a flash of something...what was it...hair. Red hair.
He shrank back into the shadows, waiting until she turned around to breathe. She had an owl on her arm, 'Frek,' Draco breathed. Ginny looked around warily. Draco smiled. She wasn't going to be cought by surprise by anyone soon. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw the door close, even though Ginny was standing in the middle of the room. He shrugged it off. It was plenty drafty up here, and at least it didn't make any noise.
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Ginny turned to put her owl up, watching out of the corner of her eye for any type of movement. There. She saw him. His silver-blonde hair gave him away. She loved the way it shined in the moonlight, seeming as fine as silk and shimmering softly like it was made from the stars in the night sky. He was smiling at her; she felt as if she could fly out along with the owls, delivering the news of her love and joy to all the world in a single night.
She stepped forward, to him, and he stood up also. Swift as a cat. In fact, that's what he reminded her of. A cat. A long, lanky, elagant cat, always graceful, always sharp. His smile, usually lazy, as if he hadn't a care in the world, look....she couldn't place it. Releived? Yes, that was it. He looked releived, and hopeful. She couldn't understand why he looked that way, she didn't want to. She only wanted to be with him, to talk with him.
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Any negative thoughts he had vanished- well, for the moment. They were still there, lurking in the corner of his mind, hiding from his current thoughts and the light that was radiating from them. Draco felt like all of him was glowing with te pulsating gold light that had spilled out over his heart and rushed along with his blood, filling his whole body. He was a little confused; he had never felt like this before. What was she doing?
She stepped forward and he smiled. "I was beginning to think you wouldn't come," he said at last, his voice coming out a little strained. He didn't want to sound to excited. And he was also nervous. "I need to ask you something," he blurted out, at the same time she did. They both laughed. 'She soundsnervous too,' he decided. "You go first," she said. He liked how she could always put others first. 'Something,' he thought with a wince. 'That I've never been able to do.' Oh well. He was turning over a new leaf. For her.
"Um,I was wondering," he said, feeling more nervous than he had earlier. He wondered how he was going to say this. "Are you...do you...." He sighed. This wasn't getting him anywhere. "Nevermind. It was just something stupid anyway. What did you want?" he said, biting his lip again, making it bleed. She looked at it, then said, "What happened? Did Fred and George do that?" she sounded genuinley worried. Draco snorted. "No, I did this. It was an accident, anway." Ginny fidgeted.
"Speaking of Fredand George..." she began, scuffing her shoe against the floor, irritating quite a few owls. "I spoke with Fred and George today. About.." she looked up, then back to the floor. "You." Draco felt his breath catch. What if they had told her that he....what he had said? She paused for a moent, then continued. "And they said..wel, they said that you said..." she looked on the verge of tears. He wanted to do something, but once again his muscles refused to listen to him.
"Oh...they said that you were playing with me, Draco," she finally burst out crying. "They said...that you didn't...that you wouldn't..." she started sobbing, and he finally moved over to her. What he did was pure instinct; it was the only thing he could think of. Basic human nature. He knelt down and wrapped his arms around her. She looked up at his face for a moment, then put her head on his chest and cried. He just sat there, awkwardly rocking back and forth, murmering to her, "It's okay..stop crying...please..stop crying.." and strangely enough, she did.
"It was a lie," he assured her, stroking her back. "They lied...they lied.." he repeated, though he wasn't sure whether it was to her or himself. She sniffed. "Really?" she mumbled into his robes. "Really, he said, looking down to looking into her eyes. At the same moment she looked up, and their lips touced. He had the sensation that he was flying, floating, then he really was flying. But it was away from her. he thought he heard voices shouting, but then he hit the wall, and everything went black.
A few minutes later the bleeding had stopped, but he was more fidgety than ever. He changed positions every two minutes, wondering where she could be. 'Maybe she decided not to come,' a cruel voice; his own voice, or at least the old one; sneered inside of his head. 'Maybe she decided that it was just TOO embarrassing to go out with Draco MALFOY. You heard the way she said your name on Halloween. Snd you said it yourself, no one was dancing with her. She probably danced just to have someone to dance with,' the voice went on.'Or maybe...she and her family had had a fight, and she was using you to get back at them. After all, it's quite disrespectful to make aquaintences with a MALFOY'
Draco's heart dropped. What if that was true? What if she had showed everyone his letters, annd she stood him up, and everyone would be laughing at him tomorrow. Just as the thought entered his mind an owl was disturbed. He looked over to it....the door was opening. Slowly, yes, but it was opening. He felt his heart rise to his throat, blobking off all connection from his brain to his body. He froze where he was, not even daring to breathe. He wondered, for a brief moment, if it was just him imagination. But, no, there it was. A hand on the door...a flash of something...what was it...hair. Red hair.
He shrank back into the shadows, waiting until she turned around to breathe. She had an owl on her arm, 'Frek,' Draco breathed. Ginny looked around warily. Draco smiled. She wasn't going to be cought by surprise by anyone soon. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw the door close, even though Ginny was standing in the middle of the room. He shrugged it off. It was plenty drafty up here, and at least it didn't make any noise.
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Ginny turned to put her owl up, watching out of the corner of her eye for any type of movement. There. She saw him. His silver-blonde hair gave him away. She loved the way it shined in the moonlight, seeming as fine as silk and shimmering softly like it was made from the stars in the night sky. He was smiling at her; she felt as if she could fly out along with the owls, delivering the news of her love and joy to all the world in a single night.
She stepped forward, to him, and he stood up also. Swift as a cat. In fact, that's what he reminded her of. A cat. A long, lanky, elagant cat, always graceful, always sharp. His smile, usually lazy, as if he hadn't a care in the world, look....she couldn't place it. Releived? Yes, that was it. He looked releived, and hopeful. She couldn't understand why he looked that way, she didn't want to. She only wanted to be with him, to talk with him.
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Any negative thoughts he had vanished- well, for the moment. They were still there, lurking in the corner of his mind, hiding from his current thoughts and the light that was radiating from them. Draco felt like all of him was glowing with te pulsating gold light that had spilled out over his heart and rushed along with his blood, filling his whole body. He was a little confused; he had never felt like this before. What was she doing?
She stepped forward and he smiled. "I was beginning to think you wouldn't come," he said at last, his voice coming out a little strained. He didn't want to sound to excited. And he was also nervous. "I need to ask you something," he blurted out, at the same time she did. They both laughed. 'She soundsnervous too,' he decided. "You go first," she said. He liked how she could always put others first. 'Something,' he thought with a wince. 'That I've never been able to do.' Oh well. He was turning over a new leaf. For her.
"Um,I was wondering," he said, feeling more nervous than he had earlier. He wondered how he was going to say this. "Are you...do you...." He sighed. This wasn't getting him anywhere. "Nevermind. It was just something stupid anyway. What did you want?" he said, biting his lip again, making it bleed. She looked at it, then said, "What happened? Did Fred and George do that?" she sounded genuinley worried. Draco snorted. "No, I did this. It was an accident, anway." Ginny fidgeted.
"Speaking of Fredand George..." she began, scuffing her shoe against the floor, irritating quite a few owls. "I spoke with Fred and George today. About.." she looked up, then back to the floor. "You." Draco felt his breath catch. What if they had told her that he....what he had said? She paused for a moent, then continued. "And they said..wel, they said that you said..." she looked on the verge of tears. He wanted to do something, but once again his muscles refused to listen to him.
"Oh...they said that you were playing with me, Draco," she finally burst out crying. "They said...that you didn't...that you wouldn't..." she started sobbing, and he finally moved over to her. What he did was pure instinct; it was the only thing he could think of. Basic human nature. He knelt down and wrapped his arms around her. She looked up at his face for a moment, then put her head on his chest and cried. He just sat there, awkwardly rocking back and forth, murmering to her, "It's okay..stop crying...please..stop crying.." and strangely enough, she did.
"It was a lie," he assured her, stroking her back. "They lied...they lied.." he repeated, though he wasn't sure whether it was to her or himself. She sniffed. "Really?" she mumbled into his robes. "Really, he said, looking down to looking into her eyes. At the same moment she looked up, and their lips touced. He had the sensation that he was flying, floating, then he really was flying. But it was away from her. he thought he heard voices shouting, but then he hit the wall, and everything went black.