A/N: The lyrics at the beginning are from 'Even Angels Fall' from the 10
Things I Hate About You Soundtrack
Once again I unfortunately do not own any of these characters.
Thanks so much to everyone who's reviewed so far, I do read them all and it makes my day. Woot! Another chapter, more coming soon! Hope ya enjoy it. Cheers babes xx
Chapter Four – A Number of Close Calls
You found hope
You found faith
Found how fast she could take it away
Found true love
Lost your heart
Now you don't know who you are
"Ginny?"
Ginny jumped and flushed as her elbow slid off the corner of the table.
"Sorry, Harry. What were you saying?"
Harry raised an eyebrow at her and shook his head;
"What is it with you lately? It's like you're in your own little daydream world. No that it's unusual."
He grinned and ducked as she punched him on the arm playfully;
"I dunno; I just can't seem to focus any more."
She mumbled, taking a sip of her coffee and watching Harry as he leaned back in his seat and ruffled his hair at the back. The two of the had become a lot closer after Hogwarts, at first because of the final battle against Voldemort and ever since then because whenever Ron and Hermione were together they couldn't keep their hands off each other so the two of them had taken to wandering Diagon Alley alone.
"Come on."
Ginny got to her feet and tossed a few coins onto the table to pay for her drink before tugging Harry to his feet;
"They should have had enough time to prepare my surprise party by now."
Harry looked up at her with an innocent look she knew better than to believe, rolling her eyes she yanked him to his feet and dragged him out of the coffee shop. Neither of them was remotely surprised when they walked slap into Ron and Hermione coming out of the little bakery around the corner with a large bag of goods.
"Harry, Ginny! What a surprise! Happy Birthday."
Hermione trilled; hugging them both and giving Harry a stern look over Ginny's shoulder for going ahead of schedule.
"Yeah, whatever Hermione. Is that my cake in there?"
Ginny snorted, grabbing the bag from Ron and nosing through it.
"Not at all, don't be nosy little sister."
A loud voice made Ginny jump and she spun around to find Fred and George sauntering out of their joke shop towards them.
"Aren't you locking up the shop?"
Ron asked, indicating the brightly coloured building that during the holidays had a steady flow of Hogwarts students as customers. Fred shook his head before giving Ginny a quick hug;
"Happy birthday Gin."
Ginny grinned at him and rolled her eyes;
"Why aren't you locking the shop?"
She demanded, noticing Ron glance at Hermione nervously who stood on George's foot;
"Ouch! Because if we lock up early we get a bad reputation. Besides Angelina's looking after it for us for a few hours."
Ginny glanced up to see Angelina Johnson looking very flustered as she slowly worked her way through serving the long line of customers. Looking up briefly she saw Fred blow her a kiss and she blushed before waving.
"Fred?"
Hermione said suddenly;
"Yes?"
He asked in an innocent voice he usually only kept for when his mother had caught him doing something he shouldn't.
"One: Angelina's is supposed to be somewhere tonight, isn't she? And two: your fly is undone."
George, Harry and Ron hooted with laughter when Fred grinned calmly and zipped his pants up. Ginny was looking from one to the other; amazed her mother had trusted them to keep her party a secret.
"Come on, let's go."
She sighed, shaking her head before Apparating back to Sparrow House.
"Happy birthday!"
Ginny turned to stare at a flood of red as Weasleys from all over the place advanced on her, kissing her cheeks and hugging her. After about ten minutes of struggling she managed to escape her family's clutches and she retreated up the stairs to get changed.
"Happy birthday."
Ginny jumped as Draco stepped out of his room before her and handed her a present gift-wrapped in purple paper and gold ribbons.
"Thanks, Happy birthday. Your present is in my room."
Ginny flushed before beckoning for him to follow her into her bedroom. She closed the door quietly behind him and motioned for him to sit on her bed. She crossed her room and pulled open the drawer to her desk, pulling out a small box wrapped in silver paper. Handing it to him shyly she dropped onto the bed next to him and ripped the paper off hers and pulled out an ivy- green silk dress. She gasped and got to her feet, holding the dress to her and examining it in her mirror.
"Try it on."
Draco urged, absurdly pleased by her joy at his simple gift. Simple ha! He thought to himself; it cost you more than you've ever spent on gifts in your life! He pushed his father's voice to the back of his head and gulped when she stepped out of the bathroom. The dress fell from the simple V at the front into another V at the bottom, so her chest was sneakily on show and most of her legs too. The back was halter-necked with a long silver chain that fell from the clasp to where the back of the dress at her waist. It fell in soft waves to the floor and trailed a little along behind her.
Ginny spun around and he caught his breath; she really did look stunning. It was amazing how such a simple dress could look so beautiful on her body. He shoved the box the dress had come in towards her and she pulled out a pair of golden Grecian sandals with a high wedged-heel that wrapped around the ankle out of the bottom of the box. Jumping up and down like a school- girl she pulled them on and flung her arms around Draco;
"Thank you so much. It's all so beautiful!"
She gushed letting go of him and dashing into the bathroom to scrub her face clean. Not having the energy to bother with makeup she used some black eyeliner and a little lip gloss before touching her cheeks up with a faint blusher. In the middle of spraying on some perfume she paused, her face falling.
"What is it?"
Draco asked; his concern shocking him as he never had really felt it before.
"Well... it's just that after all this it makes my present, which you still haven't opened by the way, look a bit stupid really."
Draco grinned up at her before ripping the paper off his present and opening the small black velvet box it contained. Inside, nestled among the velvet folds of the box was a long silver chain ending in a glittering silver charm; a dragon coiled around a vertical word in another language.
"It says Draco in Elvish."
Ginny explained blushing. Draco was mesmerised by it; it must have cost a fortune to have it handmade which it would have to be to have an Elvish word on it which was a very rare language few could read.
"Put it on."
Ginny urged, walking towards him and sitting down next to him. Her proximity was making him nervous and his fingers fumbled with the catch at the back for a while before she took pity on him and leaned over to fasten it. He felt her long hair brush his cheek and he breathed in her scent of spicy cinnamon mixed with a cool sharp scent that sent his senses reeling.
Ginny pulled back from him slightly so she could look at him, her eyes locked onto his and neither moved. Draco hardly dared breathe in case it broke the moment;
"We should go down to the party."
Ginny whispered, her lips trembling as Draco's eyes flickered longingly towards them;
"Yes."
He abruptly got to his feet and held out a hand to pull her up off the bed.
"What is going on?"
The both turned to see a fuming Ron stood in the doorway, eyes narrowed and ears so red they practically faded into his hair.
"Nothing, we were exchanging birthday gifts."
Ginny replied calmly, getting to her feet and sweeping towards him, her dress shimmering in the light from the hallway.
"What... are... you... wearing?"
Ron snarled, his eyes taking in his sister's dress.
"My birthday present."
She answered airily, shoving past her brother and dragging Draco down the stairs after her. The entire room turned to stare at them as they reached the first floor and Ginny hastily removed her hand from Draco's for his own safety.
"What is he doing here?"
Bill growled, stalking over to them and squaring up to Draco with Charlie, Fred and George two paces behind him, all of them joining Ron who was still breathing down her neck.
"He lives here."
Ginny shrugged, not seeming to notice that they were backing Draco towards the wall.
"Yes we're aware of that. But why is he here for your birthday party?"
Fred demanded, glaring at Draco who glowered back defiantly. Ginny shook her head and grabbed a glass of champagne from the breakfast bar where every kind of alcoholic drink could be found, magical or muggle.
"It's his birthday too and I want him here. He's my friend."
Her brothers gaped at her;
"It's Malfoy!"
George howled, attracting the attention of their mother who bustled over looking deliriously happy in a long black dress that hid her bulges and toned down the redness of her rosy cheeks.
"Mum! You look great!"
Ginny smiled, hugging her mother and tugging Draco forward, away from her brothers who had fallen silent at their mother's approach;
"This is Draco Malfoy."
Draco held his hand out stiffly as Mrs Weasley gave him an appraising look.
"Nice to meet you dear. I'm so glad you're staying here; it's so much of a comfort knowing Ginny has someone close by."
Ginny and Draco both flushed as her brothers scowled at them;
"Come on let's get out of here for a minute, it's too hot."
Ginny complained, grabbing Draco's arm and hauling him out of the backdoor away from her relatives and friends. They wandered in silence down the garden, stopping when they reached a stone bench at the bottom and collapsing onto it.
Draco glanced sideways, watching Ginny as she gazed peacefully out over the mountains. Out of the corner of her eyes he noticed she was shivering and he pulled off his black silk blazer, draping it around her shoulders. She blushed and thanked him, leaning a little closer to him, the warmth of his body heat still on the blazer like a gentle caress on her skin.
"Why did you... call me your friend inside?"
He asked nervously, refusing to look at her but perfectly aware that she was watching him.
"Aren't you?"
She whispered; her gaze now fixed on him, her heart pounding and her mouth suddenly dry. He turned to look at her, moving ever so slightly up the bench towards her, his eyes flickering down to look at her rosy lips, swallowing when she ran her tongue over them, removing most of the lip gloss.
"Am I?"
He breathed, his breath hot on her lips as he leaned closer, his hand snaking across the bench to reach the small of her back, pulling her towards him gently.
Ginny's eyes widened when she felt his hand on her back, she stared up at him; her eyes locking onto his as she reached up a small tentative hand to push a few strands of white-blond hair out of his face. He caught her hand brought it to his lips, placing a teasing kiss on the centre of her palm before trailing his tongue along her heart line and causing a wave of desire to sweep over her. He removed her hand from his face and brought it up to the beam of moonlight bathing them in milky light, subtly drawing her closer to him as he did so. He inched his head towards hers, his eyes never leaving her face even as her own fluttered closed in expectation, his lips were mere centimetres from hers now and he ran his tongue over her lower lip.
"Ginny! Ginny come on, we're teaching everyone the Cha Cha Slide!"
Harry's voice rang out across the yard, making Ginny jump and shove herself away from Draco. She stumbled to her feet and smiled at him;
"Dancing, can't miss watching my brothers attempt that."
She mumbled lamely, her heart racing and a pulse beating between her legs. He stared at her incredulously for a moment before getting to his feet and following her up the garden path towards the house where the Cha Cha Slide was now pounding full blast out of every open window and door.
Draco leaned against the wall in the shadow cast by the tall lamp in the corner, his eyes fixed on Ginny over his glass of beer; it was amazing how he seemed to love her a little more every time he saw her. Even now as she was noisily trying to do the Macarena at the front of a long line of Weasleys with Potter right behind her, he wanted her. She had slipped her shoes off an hour ago and they lay in a discarded pile with the black silk shawl Luna Lovegood had bought her as a present by the fire. Her long red hair bounced about her happy face and Draco's heart twisted at how happy she looked with her friends.
They had now formed a long conga line that consisted of Ginny, Harry, Luna, Colin Creevey, Dennis Creevey, Ron, Hermione, Angelina, Fred, George, Bill, his wife Fleur Delacour, Charlie, his girlfriend from Romania; Tania, Mrs Weasley, Mr Weasley, Dean Thomas, Parvarti Patil, her twin Padma, Lavender Brown, her boyfriend Seamus Finnigan, four girls he vaguely recognised as being Ginny's fellow Griffindor's, Neville Longbottom, Alicia Spinnett, Michael Corner, Terry Boot, Susan Bones, and about thirty other people trailing along or sitting down clapping along that he didn't know.
"Come on Draco!"
Ginny squealed, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the line behind her, much to Harry's annoyance.
All in all the party didn't end until three o'clock the next morning when Ginny and Draco finally managed to evict the last drunken Griffindor's; Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan.
Trailing wearily up the stairs Ginny turned to look at Draco;
"Thanks for not killing my brothers and for putting up with my family."
She laughed, smiling up at him with that adorable look on her face he found himself melting over.
"It's alright, I actually had fun. But if you tell anyone I partied with Griffindor's; I may have to kill you."
He smirked as she flushed before leaning down to kiss her on the cheek; Ginny sighed, his scent overpowering her. She turned her head slightly and his lips grazed hers, causing both their eyes to fly open in shock. She pulled back smiling shyly up at him and he groaned, pulling her towards him and pressing his lips to hers in a hard bruising kiss. She resisted at first but his tongue running gently over her lips burned through the last of her defences and she surrendered to him, opening her lips and teasing his tongue with hers.
Draco took a step forwards, backing her against the wall, his hands drifting apart; one to the small of her back, pressing her against him and the other tangle itself in her mane of fiery red hair. Her arms shot around his neck, one hand stroking the base of his neck, twisting strands of his hair in her fingers while the other edged up his shirt, tracing little circles with her fingers on the taunt muscles she ran her hand over. He deepened the kiss, pressing himself against her until she arched her body away from the wall into his, her lower body grinding into his as she moaned softly into his mouth.
He broke the kiss off, trailing kisses from her lips to her ear then down, lowering his sleek head to nuzzle softly at her neck. Finding a particularly sensitive spot just below her collar bone he used his tongue and teeth to tease her, gently nipping at the skin before smoothing it over with his tongue and lips. She was moaning louder now and her breathing was becoming heavier and more laboured, her head had dropped back against the wall and her eyes were closed, her hands entangled in his hair; tugging slightly if his teeth hurt her.
He pressed against her, his hands reaching behind her to lift her up; she wrapped her legs around him, her skirt riding up her thighs. When he trailed a hand slowly over her leg, heading for her skirt she froze, her eyes flew open and she suddenly realised what she was doing and who with. Noticing she had stiffened even more than he had he lifted his head and looked at her, seeing the confusion in her lust-darkened eyes and, using every ounce of mental strength he had, he gently lowered her to a standing position.
"I'm sorry."
She mumbled, reaching up to leave one last lingering kiss on his lips before she walked resolutely into her room without a single backward glance.
Once again I unfortunately do not own any of these characters.
Thanks so much to everyone who's reviewed so far, I do read them all and it makes my day. Woot! Another chapter, more coming soon! Hope ya enjoy it. Cheers babes xx
Chapter Four – A Number of Close Calls
You found hope
You found faith
Found how fast she could take it away
Found true love
Lost your heart
Now you don't know who you are
"Ginny?"
Ginny jumped and flushed as her elbow slid off the corner of the table.
"Sorry, Harry. What were you saying?"
Harry raised an eyebrow at her and shook his head;
"What is it with you lately? It's like you're in your own little daydream world. No that it's unusual."
He grinned and ducked as she punched him on the arm playfully;
"I dunno; I just can't seem to focus any more."
She mumbled, taking a sip of her coffee and watching Harry as he leaned back in his seat and ruffled his hair at the back. The two of the had become a lot closer after Hogwarts, at first because of the final battle against Voldemort and ever since then because whenever Ron and Hermione were together they couldn't keep their hands off each other so the two of them had taken to wandering Diagon Alley alone.
"Come on."
Ginny got to her feet and tossed a few coins onto the table to pay for her drink before tugging Harry to his feet;
"They should have had enough time to prepare my surprise party by now."
Harry looked up at her with an innocent look she knew better than to believe, rolling her eyes she yanked him to his feet and dragged him out of the coffee shop. Neither of them was remotely surprised when they walked slap into Ron and Hermione coming out of the little bakery around the corner with a large bag of goods.
"Harry, Ginny! What a surprise! Happy Birthday."
Hermione trilled; hugging them both and giving Harry a stern look over Ginny's shoulder for going ahead of schedule.
"Yeah, whatever Hermione. Is that my cake in there?"
Ginny snorted, grabbing the bag from Ron and nosing through it.
"Not at all, don't be nosy little sister."
A loud voice made Ginny jump and she spun around to find Fred and George sauntering out of their joke shop towards them.
"Aren't you locking up the shop?"
Ron asked, indicating the brightly coloured building that during the holidays had a steady flow of Hogwarts students as customers. Fred shook his head before giving Ginny a quick hug;
"Happy birthday Gin."
Ginny grinned at him and rolled her eyes;
"Why aren't you locking the shop?"
She demanded, noticing Ron glance at Hermione nervously who stood on George's foot;
"Ouch! Because if we lock up early we get a bad reputation. Besides Angelina's looking after it for us for a few hours."
Ginny glanced up to see Angelina Johnson looking very flustered as she slowly worked her way through serving the long line of customers. Looking up briefly she saw Fred blow her a kiss and she blushed before waving.
"Fred?"
Hermione said suddenly;
"Yes?"
He asked in an innocent voice he usually only kept for when his mother had caught him doing something he shouldn't.
"One: Angelina's is supposed to be somewhere tonight, isn't she? And two: your fly is undone."
George, Harry and Ron hooted with laughter when Fred grinned calmly and zipped his pants up. Ginny was looking from one to the other; amazed her mother had trusted them to keep her party a secret.
"Come on, let's go."
She sighed, shaking her head before Apparating back to Sparrow House.
"Happy birthday!"
Ginny turned to stare at a flood of red as Weasleys from all over the place advanced on her, kissing her cheeks and hugging her. After about ten minutes of struggling she managed to escape her family's clutches and she retreated up the stairs to get changed.
"Happy birthday."
Ginny jumped as Draco stepped out of his room before her and handed her a present gift-wrapped in purple paper and gold ribbons.
"Thanks, Happy birthday. Your present is in my room."
Ginny flushed before beckoning for him to follow her into her bedroom. She closed the door quietly behind him and motioned for him to sit on her bed. She crossed her room and pulled open the drawer to her desk, pulling out a small box wrapped in silver paper. Handing it to him shyly she dropped onto the bed next to him and ripped the paper off hers and pulled out an ivy- green silk dress. She gasped and got to her feet, holding the dress to her and examining it in her mirror.
"Try it on."
Draco urged, absurdly pleased by her joy at his simple gift. Simple ha! He thought to himself; it cost you more than you've ever spent on gifts in your life! He pushed his father's voice to the back of his head and gulped when she stepped out of the bathroom. The dress fell from the simple V at the front into another V at the bottom, so her chest was sneakily on show and most of her legs too. The back was halter-necked with a long silver chain that fell from the clasp to where the back of the dress at her waist. It fell in soft waves to the floor and trailed a little along behind her.
Ginny spun around and he caught his breath; she really did look stunning. It was amazing how such a simple dress could look so beautiful on her body. He shoved the box the dress had come in towards her and she pulled out a pair of golden Grecian sandals with a high wedged-heel that wrapped around the ankle out of the bottom of the box. Jumping up and down like a school- girl she pulled them on and flung her arms around Draco;
"Thank you so much. It's all so beautiful!"
She gushed letting go of him and dashing into the bathroom to scrub her face clean. Not having the energy to bother with makeup she used some black eyeliner and a little lip gloss before touching her cheeks up with a faint blusher. In the middle of spraying on some perfume she paused, her face falling.
"What is it?"
Draco asked; his concern shocking him as he never had really felt it before.
"Well... it's just that after all this it makes my present, which you still haven't opened by the way, look a bit stupid really."
Draco grinned up at her before ripping the paper off his present and opening the small black velvet box it contained. Inside, nestled among the velvet folds of the box was a long silver chain ending in a glittering silver charm; a dragon coiled around a vertical word in another language.
"It says Draco in Elvish."
Ginny explained blushing. Draco was mesmerised by it; it must have cost a fortune to have it handmade which it would have to be to have an Elvish word on it which was a very rare language few could read.
"Put it on."
Ginny urged, walking towards him and sitting down next to him. Her proximity was making him nervous and his fingers fumbled with the catch at the back for a while before she took pity on him and leaned over to fasten it. He felt her long hair brush his cheek and he breathed in her scent of spicy cinnamon mixed with a cool sharp scent that sent his senses reeling.
Ginny pulled back from him slightly so she could look at him, her eyes locked onto his and neither moved. Draco hardly dared breathe in case it broke the moment;
"We should go down to the party."
Ginny whispered, her lips trembling as Draco's eyes flickered longingly towards them;
"Yes."
He abruptly got to his feet and held out a hand to pull her up off the bed.
"What is going on?"
The both turned to see a fuming Ron stood in the doorway, eyes narrowed and ears so red they practically faded into his hair.
"Nothing, we were exchanging birthday gifts."
Ginny replied calmly, getting to her feet and sweeping towards him, her dress shimmering in the light from the hallway.
"What... are... you... wearing?"
Ron snarled, his eyes taking in his sister's dress.
"My birthday present."
She answered airily, shoving past her brother and dragging Draco down the stairs after her. The entire room turned to stare at them as they reached the first floor and Ginny hastily removed her hand from Draco's for his own safety.
"What is he doing here?"
Bill growled, stalking over to them and squaring up to Draco with Charlie, Fred and George two paces behind him, all of them joining Ron who was still breathing down her neck.
"He lives here."
Ginny shrugged, not seeming to notice that they were backing Draco towards the wall.
"Yes we're aware of that. But why is he here for your birthday party?"
Fred demanded, glaring at Draco who glowered back defiantly. Ginny shook her head and grabbed a glass of champagne from the breakfast bar where every kind of alcoholic drink could be found, magical or muggle.
"It's his birthday too and I want him here. He's my friend."
Her brothers gaped at her;
"It's Malfoy!"
George howled, attracting the attention of their mother who bustled over looking deliriously happy in a long black dress that hid her bulges and toned down the redness of her rosy cheeks.
"Mum! You look great!"
Ginny smiled, hugging her mother and tugging Draco forward, away from her brothers who had fallen silent at their mother's approach;
"This is Draco Malfoy."
Draco held his hand out stiffly as Mrs Weasley gave him an appraising look.
"Nice to meet you dear. I'm so glad you're staying here; it's so much of a comfort knowing Ginny has someone close by."
Ginny and Draco both flushed as her brothers scowled at them;
"Come on let's get out of here for a minute, it's too hot."
Ginny complained, grabbing Draco's arm and hauling him out of the backdoor away from her relatives and friends. They wandered in silence down the garden, stopping when they reached a stone bench at the bottom and collapsing onto it.
Draco glanced sideways, watching Ginny as she gazed peacefully out over the mountains. Out of the corner of her eyes he noticed she was shivering and he pulled off his black silk blazer, draping it around her shoulders. She blushed and thanked him, leaning a little closer to him, the warmth of his body heat still on the blazer like a gentle caress on her skin.
"Why did you... call me your friend inside?"
He asked nervously, refusing to look at her but perfectly aware that she was watching him.
"Aren't you?"
She whispered; her gaze now fixed on him, her heart pounding and her mouth suddenly dry. He turned to look at her, moving ever so slightly up the bench towards her, his eyes flickering down to look at her rosy lips, swallowing when she ran her tongue over them, removing most of the lip gloss.
"Am I?"
He breathed, his breath hot on her lips as he leaned closer, his hand snaking across the bench to reach the small of her back, pulling her towards him gently.
Ginny's eyes widened when she felt his hand on her back, she stared up at him; her eyes locking onto his as she reached up a small tentative hand to push a few strands of white-blond hair out of his face. He caught her hand brought it to his lips, placing a teasing kiss on the centre of her palm before trailing his tongue along her heart line and causing a wave of desire to sweep over her. He removed her hand from his face and brought it up to the beam of moonlight bathing them in milky light, subtly drawing her closer to him as he did so. He inched his head towards hers, his eyes never leaving her face even as her own fluttered closed in expectation, his lips were mere centimetres from hers now and he ran his tongue over her lower lip.
"Ginny! Ginny come on, we're teaching everyone the Cha Cha Slide!"
Harry's voice rang out across the yard, making Ginny jump and shove herself away from Draco. She stumbled to her feet and smiled at him;
"Dancing, can't miss watching my brothers attempt that."
She mumbled lamely, her heart racing and a pulse beating between her legs. He stared at her incredulously for a moment before getting to his feet and following her up the garden path towards the house where the Cha Cha Slide was now pounding full blast out of every open window and door.
Draco leaned against the wall in the shadow cast by the tall lamp in the corner, his eyes fixed on Ginny over his glass of beer; it was amazing how he seemed to love her a little more every time he saw her. Even now as she was noisily trying to do the Macarena at the front of a long line of Weasleys with Potter right behind her, he wanted her. She had slipped her shoes off an hour ago and they lay in a discarded pile with the black silk shawl Luna Lovegood had bought her as a present by the fire. Her long red hair bounced about her happy face and Draco's heart twisted at how happy she looked with her friends.
They had now formed a long conga line that consisted of Ginny, Harry, Luna, Colin Creevey, Dennis Creevey, Ron, Hermione, Angelina, Fred, George, Bill, his wife Fleur Delacour, Charlie, his girlfriend from Romania; Tania, Mrs Weasley, Mr Weasley, Dean Thomas, Parvarti Patil, her twin Padma, Lavender Brown, her boyfriend Seamus Finnigan, four girls he vaguely recognised as being Ginny's fellow Griffindor's, Neville Longbottom, Alicia Spinnett, Michael Corner, Terry Boot, Susan Bones, and about thirty other people trailing along or sitting down clapping along that he didn't know.
"Come on Draco!"
Ginny squealed, grabbing his hand and pulling him into the line behind her, much to Harry's annoyance.
All in all the party didn't end until three o'clock the next morning when Ginny and Draco finally managed to evict the last drunken Griffindor's; Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan.
Trailing wearily up the stairs Ginny turned to look at Draco;
"Thanks for not killing my brothers and for putting up with my family."
She laughed, smiling up at him with that adorable look on her face he found himself melting over.
"It's alright, I actually had fun. But if you tell anyone I partied with Griffindor's; I may have to kill you."
He smirked as she flushed before leaning down to kiss her on the cheek; Ginny sighed, his scent overpowering her. She turned her head slightly and his lips grazed hers, causing both their eyes to fly open in shock. She pulled back smiling shyly up at him and he groaned, pulling her towards him and pressing his lips to hers in a hard bruising kiss. She resisted at first but his tongue running gently over her lips burned through the last of her defences and she surrendered to him, opening her lips and teasing his tongue with hers.
Draco took a step forwards, backing her against the wall, his hands drifting apart; one to the small of her back, pressing her against him and the other tangle itself in her mane of fiery red hair. Her arms shot around his neck, one hand stroking the base of his neck, twisting strands of his hair in her fingers while the other edged up his shirt, tracing little circles with her fingers on the taunt muscles she ran her hand over. He deepened the kiss, pressing himself against her until she arched her body away from the wall into his, her lower body grinding into his as she moaned softly into his mouth.
He broke the kiss off, trailing kisses from her lips to her ear then down, lowering his sleek head to nuzzle softly at her neck. Finding a particularly sensitive spot just below her collar bone he used his tongue and teeth to tease her, gently nipping at the skin before smoothing it over with his tongue and lips. She was moaning louder now and her breathing was becoming heavier and more laboured, her head had dropped back against the wall and her eyes were closed, her hands entangled in his hair; tugging slightly if his teeth hurt her.
He pressed against her, his hands reaching behind her to lift her up; she wrapped her legs around him, her skirt riding up her thighs. When he trailed a hand slowly over her leg, heading for her skirt she froze, her eyes flew open and she suddenly realised what she was doing and who with. Noticing she had stiffened even more than he had he lifted his head and looked at her, seeing the confusion in her lust-darkened eyes and, using every ounce of mental strength he had, he gently lowered her to a standing position.
"I'm sorry."
She mumbled, reaching up to leave one last lingering kiss on his lips before she walked resolutely into her room without a single backward glance.