Ginny looked down, her chin propped on her fist. She had come to visit Harry but photographers already swarmed him. So she had pulled a chair up to Draco's lonely and empty bed and, for some reason unexplainable to her, took his hand. His pale hair was pushed away from his face, one tiny strand slipping over his ear. His shirt was crisp and white and his Slytherin die was dangling over his folded arms, which his head was resting on. Pomfrey must've cleaned the dirt from his shirt. Poor Draco, suffering Cruciatas curse after Cruciatas curse. But he looked perfectly healthy and calm, a slight smile playing on his pale lips and his, strangely, black lashes standing out greatly from his pale skin.
Ginny reached out and gently brushed her hand over his cheek and then let it rest there. She wanted to make sure he was real and not an angel fallen from the sky. She had never before seen a smile on his face and it changed his whole aura. The cold pools of silver weren't apparent anymore and that made a huge difference to Ginny. "What do you think?" Ginny whispered, leaning forward and causing some of her flaming red hair to fall over her shoulder. "Will this change you?" They sat in silence, only the flashes of the cameras and the jabbering of a reporter ruining it.
Suddenly his hand slowly covered hers and his eyes flittered open. But they weren't cold anymore, just slightly dazed. "I hope so, Ginny," he whispered. He got lost in the warm chocolate of her eyes and he suddenly wanted to eat chocolate. Better yet, he wanted to cover her in chocolate and slowly lick it all off.
For Ginny his eyes were now reminding her of mercury and she wondered how hot she could make him.
He leaned up and she leaned down at the same moment and their lips met perfectly. Draco's lips were velvety soft and Ginny's were like the skin of cherries, smooth and slippery and, oddly, fruity.
Draco entwined his fingers with hers and smiled just as the door to the Infirmary burst open.
"Harry!" Hermione cried and flung her arms around his neck, sobbing. The word formed on Ron's lips, but then he noticed the two and his eyes bugled.
"What's going on?" he demanded, rushing over. Ginny and Draco exchanged smiles.
"I guess we've got a lot of explaining to do," Draco muttered and they turned, together, to face their future.
A/N: I know this is an extremely short fic but my mom gave me the challenge to write a story in less or exactly five hundred words and the story is 419 words exactly. A drawing of AgiVega's inspires the story; Even Draco is an Angel Asleep. Find this drawing and many more at a link AgiVega has posted in her biography. View her pics and read her fics. (Catchy, I know) A thousand points to whoever can guess why Harry is in the Infirmary (just let em know what your house is, too :) )
Ginny reached out and gently brushed her hand over his cheek and then let it rest there. She wanted to make sure he was real and not an angel fallen from the sky. She had never before seen a smile on his face and it changed his whole aura. The cold pools of silver weren't apparent anymore and that made a huge difference to Ginny. "What do you think?" Ginny whispered, leaning forward and causing some of her flaming red hair to fall over her shoulder. "Will this change you?" They sat in silence, only the flashes of the cameras and the jabbering of a reporter ruining it.
Suddenly his hand slowly covered hers and his eyes flittered open. But they weren't cold anymore, just slightly dazed. "I hope so, Ginny," he whispered. He got lost in the warm chocolate of her eyes and he suddenly wanted to eat chocolate. Better yet, he wanted to cover her in chocolate and slowly lick it all off.
For Ginny his eyes were now reminding her of mercury and she wondered how hot she could make him.
He leaned up and she leaned down at the same moment and their lips met perfectly. Draco's lips were velvety soft and Ginny's were like the skin of cherries, smooth and slippery and, oddly, fruity.
Draco entwined his fingers with hers and smiled just as the door to the Infirmary burst open.
"Harry!" Hermione cried and flung her arms around his neck, sobbing. The word formed on Ron's lips, but then he noticed the two and his eyes bugled.
"What's going on?" he demanded, rushing over. Ginny and Draco exchanged smiles.
"I guess we've got a lot of explaining to do," Draco muttered and they turned, together, to face their future.
A/N: I know this is an extremely short fic but my mom gave me the challenge to write a story in less or exactly five hundred words and the story is 419 words exactly. A drawing of AgiVega's inspires the story; Even Draco is an Angel Asleep. Find this drawing and many more at a link AgiVega has posted in her biography. View her pics and read her fics. (Catchy, I know) A thousand points to whoever can guess why Harry is in the Infirmary (just let em know what your house is, too :) )