A/N: Ok, so sadly, this is the last chapter of Unstoppable. I like to thank all of you guys who reviewed this story, I really appreciated it. I love you guys! blows kisses Now I hope you'll love the last chapter, I worked hard for it. Have a good time reading! :)
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"Thought you'd never come."
Malfoy's drawling voice brought a chill in my spine. I walked up to him, my legs shaking.
"Where is it?" I asked, forcing myself to look at his storm-colored, cold eyes.
He tilted his head. "Where's what?"
"You know what I'm talking about, Malfoy."
His eyes were glinting with enjoyment. "No, I don't."
Oh, how I want to hit that gorgeous face of his.
"Don't play games with me, you insufferable git!" I merely shouted in anger.
"I'm not," he said innocently.
I took a deep breath and tried to ignore the itching temptation that was building up inside me of beating the hell out of him.
"The box, Malfoy. Where is the box?" I asked, pronouncing each word clearly and slowly.
"Don't know what you're talking about," he said, casually brushing some blonde strands that were falling on his eyes.
Now that was cute, I couldn't help saying to myself.
I realized what I've just said and mentally slapped my forehead.
FOCUS, Virginia. FOCUS!
"For the last time, Malfoy, where the hell is the box?" I asked, exasperatingly.
Malfoy just shrugged.
That's it.
That touched my nerves. I practically charged towards him and was about to tackle him but he was way too fast for me. He grabbed my arms and pushed me to the wall. I closed my eyes in pain and started seeing stars.
When I opened them again, his cold eyes were the first thing I saw. Our faces were inches apart and his body was pressed against mine. He was holding each of my arms at my side.
I was trapped.
I started squirming. "Let go of me, Malfoy!"
He smirked in pleasure and pressed his body harder. "You know, squirming in defense actually turns me on."
I immediately stopped squirming.
I looked down as his face came closer. I could feel his warm breath in my face. "Just give me the box, Malfoy." My voice was quivering.
His lips touched my ears. "What box?" he whispered, tickling my ears.
I closed my eyes and let out a sigh. I couldn't help it. His soft lips was slowly trailing down to my neck.
"The box… The one I lost that night," I said softly.
My breathing became swift as he started nibbling my neck.
"That night? Don't remember what night you're talking about," he mumbled huskily between kisses.
"Stop…" I whispered as his lips kissed its way lower. We were in the middle of the hallway for cripes sake! "Stop it, Malfoy."
He stopped, his lips inches from my right breast. He faced me, his eyes fierce.
"Oh, that box. Of course I remember that box," he said derisively.
"Good. Where is it then?" I asked.
He was about to speak when an angry voice came up suddenly.
"What the hell! Let go of her, Malfoy!"
He released me and stepped back. We turned and saw Harry and Ron standing at the end of the corridor, both red in the face.
I glanced at Malfoy. There was another glint in his eyes as he smirked one last time before walking away.
"You alright, Gin?" Ron asked as he and Harry walked up to me.
No.
No, I wasn't.
The business was still undone.
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That night I decided to go outside for fresh air. I excused myself on dinner and lied, saying I'll be going to the Library. Harry insisted that he should come with me but thankfully, Ron came up with the subject of Quidditch that he got distracted and didn't notice when I sneaked away.
When I reached the Quidditch Field, I closed my eyes and let the cold air blow softly on my face. I started to walk, unaware where I was going. I suddenly tripped over something hard and fell on my face.
I turned and saw what tripped my face.
I gritted my teeth. "I'll get you someday you stupid, idiotic rock!!" I snarled, glowering at it.
I heard a chuckle. "Still talking to the same old rock, Weasley?"
I froze and looked up. Malfoy was leaning against the same tree, not wearing his robes. His arms were folded in a masculine way, his eyes dancing with amusement. I couldn't help staring at his well-built chest visible on the black shirt that he's wearing. He was so hot...
I looked back at his eyes. He cocked his eyebrows and sneered. "Saw anything you like?"
I gulped and didn't reply. I felt my face get hot.
He started walking towards me until he was beside me, looking down at my helpless figure.
Then he stepped over me and sat down at my lower body. Oh, shit…
"Get off me." I glared at him.
He pinned my arms over my head. I squirmed. "Get – off!"
He chuckled once again. "What did I say about squirming, Weasley?"
Before I could say anything in response, his lips crashed down on mine harshly. My eyes widened as I began to trash underneath him in attempt. He tried to get my lips apart with his tongue.
Finally, I stopped struggling. It took me another second or two before I started to return his kiss. I felt him smile in my lips and kissed me harder. I kissed him just as fiercely as I opened my mouth, inviting his tongue. Our tongues played for a while when he broke away and kissed his way to my neck. I moaned in pleasure as he sucked my skin then blew it, making me shiver in delight.
He let go of my hands and it automatically went to his hair.
He started to undress me, starting with my robes. I helped him do it as I raised my body and threw off my robe. He took off my thin, white shirt and I lay down on the grass, letting him explore my upper body with his lips.
He stopped. I opened my eyes and saw him took off his shirt, throwing it aside. I bit my lip at the sight of his muscular body. Our eyes locked for a second and saw lust in each other's eyes. Then he bent down and continued kissing my neck, nibbling it. He went back to my lips and bit my lower lip hard. I groaned and pulled his hair.
"Ouch," we both groaned softly.
My hands explored his soft skin, rubbing his back. He reached behind me and unhooked the lock of my black, laced bra. He tossed it away in the grass.
His left hand began to massage my left breast as he took the other one with his mouth. I did a sharp intake of breath when his tongue flicked harshly over my nipple.
Moments later, we broke apart. He looked at me before kissing me fiercely one last time. Then he stood and started dressing up, picking his clothes from the ground.
He began to walk away when I called out,
"Malfoy, where the fuck is my box?"
He turned around and I saw another glint in his eyes. He smirked.
"It was with you all along, you little weasel. I put it in you robes that night."
With that, he walked away as I watched his silhouette disappear in the darkness of the night.
Unbelievable.
Plain unbelievable.
It was with me all along.
How come I didn't know?
But then again, I'm glad that I didn't.
Because if I did, then I wouldn't have a reason to see him or a chance to be touched by him again.
I stood up and began dressing up. On my way down the hill, I picked up the stupid, idiotic rock from the ground and gave it a big kiss.
Boy, was I glad it was there.
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The next morning, when I already freshened up, I decided to go to the robe I used last week [which I haven't cleaned up yet] and put my hand inside the pocket and searched for the box. I pulled it out and sighed in relief.
After all this…
Minutes later, I met up with Harry on the hallway. I handed him the box.
"Here, Harry. You're looking for this, right? I looked for it just for you," I half lied.
Harry's face looked troubled.
I stared up at him. "What? What's the matter?"
Harry looked down at his feet. "Actually, I forgot to tell you yesterday but, well… I don't exactly need it anymore…"
My mouth hanged open.
"WHAT!"
No… this could not be happening.
Harry grinned guiltily at me. "Sorry, Gin. The box that was supposed to replace that was already bought."
I couldn't answer him. I breathed hard, feeling myself get hot all over.
But then the memories of what happened last night flashed on my mind.
Hmm…
I smiled at him. "It's alright, Harry. No problem."
"Really?" he asked, surprised.
"Really," I said.
I could dance right then and there.
At least I wouldn't worry about this stupid box anymore!
When I was at the Great Hall, I sat down beside Hermione.
"Gin, may I have some of the sugarquills? Mom brought you a whole pack of them, didn't she?" Ron asked.
Hermione looked at him. "What do you need sugarquills for?" she asked.
"Divination," Ron said shortly.
Hermione shook her head in disapproval but didn't said anything.
"So, could I have some?" Ron asked.
"Sure," I said.
I searched for my sugarquills in the small bag I brought with me. But I couldn't find it. I pushed all my books and parchments out of the way but still nothing.
"Where is it?" I asked myself out loud.
Ron looked confused. "But you always have it everyday!"
"I know! I just don't know where it is…"
I stopped as realization hit me.
A smile had crept across my face slowly.
My eyes turned to look at the Slytherin table. Hah.
Just as I thought!
The glint of his cold, gray eyes were twinkling dangerously again. He smirked at me.
I raised my eyebrow at him and tilted my head skeptically. He casually folded his arms and continued smirking.
Ron spoke up. "Gin, where are the sugarquills?" he asked edgily.
I turned to look at him, breaking the eye contact with Malfoy.
"Don't worry, Ron. I think I know where it is. I'll give it to you tomorrow morning."
After a little trip to the Quidditch Field, I added quietly to myself, smiling naughtily.
I put my hand inside my pocket and felt the smooth, hard surface of the rock.
Something tells me there's more stupid, idiotic rocks that'll come across my way.
Hah.
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THE END.
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