A/N: a big sowwe once again to rebuky, I was typing whilst falling off my
chair from sleep deprivation! o_O
This chapter is carried straight on from chapter 5 so basically it's part
2.
And don't forget to review, review and review, I am quite chatty and might
reply! Anyhoo, onwards, CHARGE!
By the way people, this is a very long chapter so prepare accordingly with a bag of popcorn, sleeping bag and pillow!
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Chapter 6: The gods of war and the goddess of passion.
November 3rd 2006
Golden eyes locked on to silver.
Draco stood up slowly, staring unbelievingly at the man standing there before him. It had been so long since they had last met.
"Blaise? what are you doing here?" He demanded becoming very annoyed, suddenly he remembered the letters.and all the anger and jealousy, he'd momentarily forgotten, hit him like 1000 volts.
"If I were you-" Draco hissed through gleaming gritted teeth, "Then I'd disappear and never come back again, before I kill you."
The ebony haired man laughed haughtily his gold eyes shining with mirth. He'd had more death threats from Draco then hot dinners.
"Is that so. Then why am I not scared of you Dragon."?
Draco sneered at his word usage and made towards Blaise; however, he had come prepared and raised his long mahogany wand to Draco's chest. Draco stopped dead in his tracks and cursed under his breath, his wand was currently sitting on the bedside table back at the haven.
"I see you replaced that wand of yours. At our last meeting, I remember snapping it in two, so you couldn't stand up to me anymore."
Blaise glowered, "Maybe, but did you honestly think that I'd go through the rest of my life without one? Perhaps it's true what they say about dumb blondes." He chided laughing elatedly afterwards.
(A/N: Hi, just like to apologise for this, I am actually blonde myself but I just couldn't help it! Rock on all u blondes, brunettes, red heads and all the other wonderful colours!)
Draco growled deep into his throat and made towards him fists raised. Blaise shook the wand tip threateningly at his chest.
"Ah bup bup no you don't. I just came up here for a chat. I haven't seen you in quite some time Dray; I'm quite offended." He sneered through a silky taunting voice.
"And by the way," he added walking over and picking up the crumpled letter off the ground, "You really shouldn't litter, remember 'protect the world' and all that shit."
Draco curled his lip in dislike and suddenly widened his eyes at the letter; Blaise didn't know it even existed. Blaise frowned at his sudden change in appearance causing him to glance at the paper; he saw from the layout that it was a letter.
"Who's this from your bit on the side?" he cackled lowering his wand, unfolding the letter quickly with his hands whilst all the while watching Draco. Seizing the chance, the Malfoy took a step forward.
Blaise raised his wand again. "Oh no you don't Dray," He looked at the letter, "Lets see who this is from huh?" He snickered again and read the crumpled letter whilst still pointing the mahogany wand at the blonde haired man.
As his golden eyes moved along the lines of the letter, his face became emotionless and the wand in his hand drooped slightly. Draco took advantage of this pause in concentration and stepped forwards again, but Blaise raised the wand once more.
"If you take on more-step-Malfoy, then I'll kill you."
Draco stood still and sighed angrily, he knew he would do it too. Those were the last words Gregory Goyle heard before Blaise Aveda kedarva'd him when he broke into the ebony haired mans mansion.
He watched Blaise, interested in his facial expressions. The way they changed and were emphasized as he read the message-it was like there was an amazing battle being fought by his emotions. By the time he had finished, an uneasy expression was jumping across his features.
Suddenly he lunged forwards and punched Draco Square in the jaw, sending him stumbling backwards into the tree. Forgetting the wand, Blaise grabbed the front of Dracos top and forced him up against the trunk pushing his head back against it in an attempt to knock him out.
Draco swore loudly flailing his arms around trying to get the insane man off him, but Blaise apparently had grown stronger since their last fight.
Deciding not to take the kill now ask questions later approach, Blaise stopped his assault letting the blonde man regain some of his lost composure. If he couldn't kill him then he'd force him to answer a few questions.
"Where did you get this?" he demanded, his wide golden eyes livid. Draco smirked the famous Malfoy smirk and then scowled at him.
"That- is none of your business," He gasped, as the hold on his top became stronger. Blaise raised his wand and held it against his head as though it were a loaded gun.
"Where-did-you-get-it" He hissed slowly losing his temper completely.
Draco sneered coldly at him and glared menacingly, now he remembered why they hated each other so much-the fight to be the most powerful, to be in charge.
"I found it in Ginny's bedroom." He whispered but it came out more like a sharp hissing, due to his strangulation by the Zabini.
Blaise widened his eyes at the most uncomfortable image that entered his mind. This image, plus the words spoken from the dragons' mouth made him quite insane.
His pupils dilated causing his eyes to become completely gold; they now closely resembled 2 shiny galleons gleaming in the light. He scrunched up Dracos top some more, causing the back of the t-shirt rub on his pale skin, chaffing it.
"What do you mean you found it in Ginny's bedroom? How on earth did you manage to do that?" he roared in his face helplessly.
Draco smirked; this would certainly piss him off.
"I'm staying with her for a while." Came his simple reply as though merely commenting about the weather.
Blaise frowned in confusion and pushed himself away from Draco, standing opposite him.
"And you honestly think that Ginny Weasley would let 'you' into her house." He spat coldly. Draco rubbed his neck cursing the other man under his breath,
"I'm staying in Ginny Weasleys house Blaise, and why do you think she wouldn't let me in?" He said scratching his chin; this was a force of habit in amusing situations. He grinned disdainfully
"After all we have slept together before." Drawled the Malfoy now smirking wildly.
Blaise just stared at Draco, taking the words in nice and slow, realising what had just been said for the better part of 2 minutes. He then contorted his face into unmistakable fury; his hands resting limp at his sides became shaky as though longing to place them around Draco's neck, then he formed them into rough fists.
"Gin- Ginny Wea-Weasley," he stuttered slowly trying to control himself, "Would never sleep with the likes of you." His knuckles turned a deadly white due to his hold on the wand and letter.
Draco smiled vindictively,
"What's the matter Blaise? Jealous that 'I've' had a piece of your pie? You see I also found some letters from non-other then eagle eyes. Cooing about how much he loves her- that he wished he could of felt her sweet kisses whilst sitting in the cool breeze. Wishing that she'd write back in a feeble attempt to make her love him."
The flaxen haired man sneered at the way the Blaise's mans fists were shaking uncontrollably, and the way his face was contorted in fury and loathing-which he saved only for Draco. He loved pissing people off- especially Blaise as he could never keep a firm hold of his temper.
He licked the tip of his fore finger, "She tastes" He paused searching for the right words to describe the Red haired siren.
"Just like strawberries.." Breathed Draco with a smug look on his face, remembering the sweet taste of her lips.
The words sounded in Blaises ears as though Draco had screamed them in his face. Blood began to trickle from his fists, running off his knuckles onto the ground, he shook his head violently as though he was about to explode.
"AAAARRRGGGGHHHHH!"
Blaise lunged very quickly at Draco, wanting nothing more then to smash his head into a bloody pulp.
The blonde man from experience was ready and dodged out the way in time and as a result, got the ebony haired man with a right hook. Blaise tripped on his heals at the blow, and raised his wand.
"Big mistake. Night, night Draco. STUPERY!"
Draco gasped loudly, as he watched the large white lightening flash home in on his body; he shot backwards hitting his head on a small lump in the trunk and crumpling to the floor in a heap. Letting out a soft moan he slipped into a dark deep unconsciousness.
Blaise watched him fade into the dismal coma and took a step towards him; the letter was still clutched in the hand that he used to punch Draco.
He read it once more letting the information sink deep into his thoughts, before kicking the injured Malfoy in the chest making his body lurch, then doing it again- and again.
After one more solid kick, he was satisfied enough damage was done to last for a few days. No one would come out here in the winter it was much too cold. He'd leave him to die, nobody would know.
Blaise had to have her now, his yearning for the read head had grew to a deep intensity of desire. Smoothing out invisible wrinkles in his robes and combing back his unruffled hair, Blaise went in search of his secret temptress.
Whilst behind him under the tree, tiny spots of blood leaked from Draco's soft red lips.
*
Ginny sipped her butter beer delicately. So far this morning she'd managed to steer the nagging subject about her and Draco away, by starting up a fresh conversation every time Hermione paused.
However, Hermione Weasley was no fool, this everybody knew; she was head girl and a prefect in her days at Hogwarts, plus top of all her classes.
"Ginny, you can't run from this forever. We've been talking about irrelevant subjects for well over an hour, and the whole time you've seemed- distant. Now," She leant forward on her elbows,
"Just tell me why this is affecting you so much, you kissed him big deal? Can't you just move on."?
Ginny stared at her sister in law. This woman knew her too well, but how couldn't she, they'd been friends for over 9 years. 'Damn you Mione!'
"Oh Hermione I don't know why this is getting to me but it is!" She lowered her voice when 2 men at the bar gave her a crazy look.
"Every time I sit and think about the situation, his handsome face pops into my mind." She held her own face in her hands softly. "Am I doomed to be taunted horribly by him, the past and fate for the rest of my life?" Ginny asked helplessly.
After this comment the pair sat in silence for quite some time. Hermione, for once didn't know what to say.
Ginny leant back against the bench and slipped into a deep stupor replaying a secret and pleasing image from the past.
Night of Hogwarts Graduation ball
"Smile everyone!"
Shouted the old wrinkly photographer at the giggling, whooping-joyful crowd stood before him, dressed up in all their wondrous glory. Everyone smiled widely and had to blink rapidly as the bright purple light of the flash stung their eyes.
"Excellent!"
Folding up the camera, he quickly went over to talk to professor Dumbledore in a far corner of the hall-about his payment.
Professor McGongall's stern but happy voice sounded over the crowd.
"If everyone could make their way back to the dormitories please! Come on seventh years move along!"
She shooed the remaining scraggliers away with her wand, using a simple tickling charm that resulted in sending them into fits of laughter, and soon everybody filed out into the entrance hall.
Couples were stopping on the stairways, or heading for the doorway wanting to say their secret goodnights, cherishing the moment that some of them would never share again. It seemed that everybody wanted the ball to last another good 5 hours before traipsing up the stairs back to their dorms.
Ginny and Neville made their way towards the stairs heading back to the Gryffindor tower, they hadn't spoken in a few hours and seemed a tad uncomfortable around each other. Ginny was about to strike up conversation, when she felt somebody watching her.
As though she knew who was watching her, she looked down the vast staircase to the far right of her and saw Dracos sparkling grey eyes inviting her over. Smiling bashfully, and embarrassed by his magnetic stare, Ginny gazed back into those silver thunderstorm eyes.
"Neville you go on ahead, I'll catch up with you in a minute okay?"
Neville didn't seem to have heard her, she looked to the left of her-he wasn't even there! Padma Patil was currently leading him away through the crowd heading towards the entrance hall doors. She laughed to herself and walked back down the stairs to her prince charming waiting patiently at the bottom.
He walked carefully forwards at her descent, taking a few more gentle steps as she stood before him. Ginny gazed into his amorous features and bit her lip enticingly. She couldn't believe that she was saying goodnight to one of the most handsome boys in all the school.
Draco smirked sexily as if reading her mind- he obviously knew this look well. He took her right hand bringing it gently to his lips as he'd done earlier, planting a soft questioning kiss on her pale skin.
She blushed slightly at this sweet motion and took a step closer to him, wanting more then anything to feel his warm pleasing body against hers again-to be held carefree in his arms.
Draco smiled sweetly and continued holding her hand whilst bringing it down to her side. Many of the people in the hall disappeared outside up stairs or outside and Ginny and Draco stood alone infont of the marble staircase.
"Did you enjoy yourself tonight?" He requested gently. Ginny knew he was secretly referring to their dance they shared hours ago; at least she hoped he was.
"Yes, very much thanks." She clenched his hand with her fingers not wanting to leave this place in time.
"How about you?" the red head asked awkwardly, "And where's your date got to? Shouldn't it be her handing you're holding right now and not mine?" She giggled stroking his finger with the pad of her thumb.
Draco glanced down at her delicate hand he had laced with his.
"Surely you wouldn't want Pansy to come up to me right now and snog me senseless?" He queried looking back into her big brown eyes. "Anyway, she's busy at the moment kissing Potter in the rose bush outside."
Ginny giggled sweetly never breaking eye contact with the tall blonde boy towering over her height of 5' 7. This to her was a respectable height-not to small and not to tall.
She knew- even though they'd only shared one perfect dance- that she was falling for him, weakening before him; she was helpless to his charms. The way his lips pouted in that I'm bad and I know it way; how his eyes held so much mystery and secrecy that she'd kill to find out what it was about.
Biting her lip she thought it over; she would only have tonight, she wouldn't have another chance to be in this situation, to be alone, with him.
Tilting her head up, she moved slowly towards his lips, giving him a chance to stop her if he wanted. To her surprise, Draco leant forwards and covered her mouth softly; Ginny bought her left hand up to his neck and caressed his nape touching the sensitive sensual skin.
Draco shuddered as her fingertips massaged his neck teasingly touching the soft untouched skin. He could taste her- she tasted like butterbeer and something else; was it strawberries?
Pulling away very slowly so not to disappoint her, he stared into her chocolate eyes leaning his forehead on hers.
He licked his lips a couple of times opening his mouth nervously; was he trying to ask her something? Ginny put a soft finger to his soft luscious red lips, halting any interruptions from his conscious.
"Shhhhhhh. No questions, just us." Came her low husky voice. 'Wow, that was certainly a shock, where had that come from?' The small niggling voice in her head let its self be heard.
Draco smiled warmly. Cupping her face with his right hand, he embraced her in another kiss; but this time it was passionate, urgent- it was lust. They bought their arms around the others waists decreasing the space between them.
Ginny stood on her tiptoes to reach him, leaning into his body, hugging him close; her eyes fluttered shut as she did so.
His heart was racing wildly; strangely she was calm and collected. This was the boy she complained endlessly about to Blaise cursing how he was sly and cruel to everyone. But tonight, all that was forgotten.
She opened her mouth so he could explore every inch of it with his tongue, tasting her; she was like a drug intoxicating and addictive.
Ginny broke the kiss needing air; she had never been kissed like this before. When she first kissed Neville it was sweet and restricted. But when she felt Draco's soft red lips on her own, there were no boundaries; there were no limitations- just a lustful yearning.
She bit her lip decisively, and started to back away down the corridor pulling him slowly with her. Draco smirked sexily as she took his hand again, allowing himself to be lead away. She headed for the entrance hall doors, leading Draco along with her.
As the soft wind hit their bodies, Draco caught up with Ginny. They walked quickly hand in hand towards the lake; on the way they spotted a few rustling bushes and dark shadows lurking along the castle walls. Draco grimaced completely disgusted, as he saw Potter and Pansy snogging passionately next to the fountain in the courtyard.
Ginny's heart was racing apprehensively. Draco Malfoy had a notorious reputation for being a ladies man, having a new bimbo attached to his arm every 2 weeks; often Ginny would see Dracos ex crying sadly in the corridor whilst he paraded the new girlfriend around school.
Was that all he would remember her as? A quick fondle down buy the lakeside?
Something else popped into her mind, Draco would defiantly not be a virgin. Her mother had warned her about boy's only being after one thing, and advised waiting for the right guy and not to taint herself. It certainly looked like all that advice would be going right out the window tonight.
Suddenly she heard the crunching of gravel and before she even realised what she was doing, they were down at a small cove quite far away from the castle. There were small oaks surrounding it and big boulders that looked great to sit on and sunbathe in summer.
Draco stopped abruptly causing her to bounce into his body like a spring. He pulled her towards him twirling her as he did so causing Ginny to giggle nervously.
The blonde man stared down at the girl he had in his arms. The full moon was illuminating her features, shining light into his eyes. He knew she was nervous; she kept looking at the foliage around her then glancing back to his face.
"Ginny," he whispered causing her to look him in the eye, then to the ground. Draco raised her face up to his, cupping her chin gently.
That was the moment-the look she gave him-the way her soul was touching his.
That moment he became bewitched by her beauty and gracefulness she was enchanting. That was the moment he realised he..
"Draco?"
"Huh?" he shook his head, "Oh um sorry about that. I.urm, I-"
Ginny laughed nervously at his staring at her for the second time that night. Draco gave her a lopsided smile and held his hands around her waist bringing her into him, into his life. Ginny moistened her lip and her eyes dropped down to his; she tilted her head up to him as the red lips yearned for hers.
Draco kissed her softly but yet passionately. Ginny's lips opened up for him and she shuddered involuntarily at his tongue sought her own. His soft hands were travelling up her waist and then up her back to her dainty shoulders. The pad of his thumbs slid under her spaghetti straps working them down her upper arms.
Ginny's eyes flew open; she put her arms up around his neck so he couldn't pull the straps down anymore. Draco frowned slightly, but he continued to kiss her. Trying another approach to the situation, he grabbed Ginny's waist and placed her around his own, making himself a Ginny belt.
The red head gripped his hair gently for support until he wrapped his arms around her back and walked over to the nearest tree. Leaning her against it, he moved from her mouth to the pale neck planting soft kisses on her collarbone, moving upwards to her cheek.
Ginny looked to the moon and the stars in the inky black-blue sky. Was this how she would lose her virginity under the stars? It seemed like a romantic idea, like dinner under the under the full moon in Paris. Something was still bugging her though, was she just a quickie to him?
She needed to know just what he was thinking.
"Draco?" She whispered gnawing her lip at the shock waves travelling through her body at his touch and suppressing a small moan.
Draco sucked her neck gently before bringing his face up to hers, looking at her through sexy hooded eyes. She felt blood rush to her cheeks at the intense look he gave her.
"Yes Ginny?"
She bit her lip again, by now it was chapped and bruised from her constant chewing.
"You're- well- this isn't just some, quick fling to you is it?" She inquired in a small voice.
Draco stared at her for sometime rather emotionless before unfastening her from his waist and placing her back onto the ground. He swept a hand back through his neat-and tidy slicked back hair making it messy and rugged, Ginny smiled at the mess.
"Ginny, I don't want you to do anything you don't want to." He said in a pained voice.
Clearly Draco wasn't used to giving the girl a choice in the matter, normally he would just ravish the girl regardless of how she felt, but with Ginny he didn't want to-
'Strange' he thought to himself.
Ginny regarded him for a while. He was physically fighting back the urge of grabbing her and pushing her against the tree and snogging her senseless. Nevertheless, what was going on on the inside, she couldn't tell. Was he hurt that she thought he'd just use her? Was he angry for being stopped? Did he actually care about her?
She hesitantly raised a hand to his face and cupped it gently. "I want to" she said, barely.
Draco stroked the side of her oval face gently still unsure about her feelings, his hand travelled down her neck to her shoulder and he slipped the spaghetti strap off her arm.
Ginny tilted her head upwards and kissed him passionately, all the lust, yearn and need resurfacing.
Draco steered her back to the tree and leant her against it. His hands travelled down her waist, pulling the dress down and her closer to him. Ginny glanced up into the warm greyness of his eyes and thought how much they looked liked the observing moon.
Present
Ginny smiled at the image. That night was unforgettable for both of them. However, the morning after Ginny had gone down to breakfast expecting to see him sitting there at the Slytherin table, but there was no sign of him anywhere.
She didn't see him in any of the corridors or anywhere around the grounds. At lunch, she had even gone to the cove where they were the night before, but he wasn't there.
That night she met up with Blaise with the night before still fresh in her mind. The ebony haired boy informed her that Draco had last been seen talking to his father through the fireplace in the Slytherin common room and that he hadn't turned up for classes later that day.
Ginny was worried and assumed he was missing. But a day later, a big black owl appeared at her dorm window with a message:
Dear Ginny, I'm sorry that you haven't seen me around school the reason is I've been taken back home to the manor early for special purposes- I might as well tell you. I've been made a Deatheater; I had my initiation ceremony into Voldemorts inner circle yesterday.
I won't ever forget what happened, we will always have that. I can never see you again or anybody for that matter.
That night I loved you Ginny we didn't have sex- we made love, remember that.
Take care,
Love Draco.
~
"Um-" Hermione said looking around the pub uncomfortably. "I think I better go its nearly 11.30, Ron and Tobes will want an English breakfast doing, god forbid Ron actually does it himself-"
Ginny nodded her head and smiled. "Thanks for talking to me today 'Mione, I really needed to get a few things off my chest."
Hermione smiled and rose from the table. "It's okay Gin, anytime- see you at Molly's later?" She inquired her voice sounding hopeful. Ginny shook her head sadly.
"I can't Hermione-unless you want me to bring a certain blonde haired man with me."
"Well, what about that cloak you mentioned he had, he could just come in that."
Ginny stood and walked her over to the fireplace. "Best not risk it, he could jump on Ron and throttle him, or punch Harry. Actually.."
They both laughed at the image of Dracos cloak slipping off and him, Ron and Harry fighting each other in the tiny kitchen at the Burrow whilst the others stood there horrified.
Hermione hugged her sister-in-law lovingly and removed a pot full of green Floo powder from her pocket.
"See you Gin. Same time week if I don't see you before?" Ginny grinned and nodded.
"Okay. Don't let err, 'Leo' trouble you anymore. If he gets out of hand just give me a call-I know a good torture charm, if you know what I mean." She flashed her brown eyes and threw the powder into the fire.
Ginny frowned hard before finally catching on. "HERMIONE!"
Hermione laughed loudly and shouted "THE GALLERY". Ginny watched her go with a mix of disgust and amusement on her face.
Shaking her head at the other woman she walked towards the door. "Bye rose, thanks for the tea," she called to the lady serving a table near the door.
"Bye Gin. Anytime, I'll see you."
Ginny walked out the huge oak doors and down the cobble road humming a little tune as she strolled slowly along. Madame Malkins was coming up on her right. Slowing right down, she stopped before the killer cloak; to her it was sitting high upon a pedestal out of her reach.
If she couldn't buy, it she had to try it on at the very least.
Her mind made up, she walked into the shop. It was a colourful place with silks and velvets of every variety hanging on the wall to her right. To her left there was the entrance to the changing rooms and a small counter, currently where a small kind looking witch was sat.
"Good morning miss! Come to try on the cloak haven't you?" She inquired coming around the counter to Ginny's side.
"Good morning- how did you know that?" she frowned at her suspiciously. "Can you read minds?"
The small lady laughed loudly. "Of course not my dear. I've seen you walk past this shop everyday this week and look at that cloak." She nodded her head to the window.
"And you haven't tried it on yet, so I knew that when you walked in today that-that was your purpose."
Ginny goggled her eyes at the woman. Was she that predictable? She must be she was just 'simple Ginny'.
"Come on dear, let's see how it fits you." She walked over to the window and flicked her wand at the cloak. It fell from its position in the centre into her arms, lying there looking wonderful. The assistant folded it carefully and went back over to Ginny.
"Into the changing rooms M'dear, you first." Ginny smiled and walked through the canopy entrance. The room beyond was full of mirrors and curtained cubicles, in the centre of the room stood a small pedestal in front of a big mirror.
"Up on there my dear." She said indicating the small box. Ginny took off her boots and emerald cloak putting it on a small hook on the wall. She stood gingerly on the box admiring her curvy body in the mirror.
"Right, lets get started! Oh, by the way my name is Wendy, for future reference." The assistant chimed clapping her hands together. She walked once around Ginny and handed her the cloak. Ginny gasped marvelling how soft and light it felt in her hands.
Wendy smiled at the way she handled and admired the cloak as if it were made of fragile glass. "Pop it on then um, oh I've forgot your name!" She cried shaking her head trying to remember.
Ginny smiled. "I haven't told it to you that's why." She giggled at the old woman. "It's Virginia Weasley, but all my friends call me Ginny."
Wendy laughed and shook her head.
"So you didn't. Ginny" She recited, "Okay then Ginny dear lets see how beautiful you look in it."
Ginny reddened slightly and slipped carefully into it. She pulled it carefully over her top and let it drop down to the floor. The arms were soft inside and they felt lovely on her skin.
Ginny adjusted the cloak to the shape of her body and observed herself in the mirror.
Wendy gasped and held her hands. "Oh ginny it suits you perfectly!"
Ginny had to agree, the cloak fitted her nicely complementing her legs, waist and chest making her look womanlier. It flowed down her body like a waterfall shimmering beautifully in the light, making her look like a princess from a muggle fairytale book.
"Ginny this cloak must have been made for you! How will you be paying? Cash upfront or a deduction from your account at Gringotts?" Asked Wendy excited by Ginny's appearance.
The red head slumped her shoulders and sat down on the edge of the box.
"Neither" She concurred sadly, "I won't have enough money to buy this, that's why I've only been looking and not touching. I don't have enough money for it." She said to Wendy's sad, pitying face.
"Oh. I'm sorry Ginny, I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions." She sighed, feeling sorry for the younger woman. Suddenly Wendy jumped and sat down on the animal print chair next to her. "I know you can work here full time for me! I'll pay you excellent wages and you can buy the cloak."
Ginny glanced up hopefully into the older woman's face, but then remembered her job at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.
"I can't. I already have a part time job with my brothers they said I'm not allowed to quit. I owe them money for the bed I bought and I need to work off the payment." She sighed deeply, "But thank you anyway Wendy."
Ginny stood up and carefully began to work her way out of the cloak, taking extra care not to rip the soft fabric.
"Here," she said handing the cloak back to the black haired woman. "At least I know it fits, so that just makes it even more ironic."
Wendy forced a smile and they walked back through to the front of the shop. Ginny took one more look at the cloak before the other woman placed it back in the window.
"That offer's still there if you ever want it M'dear. I tell you what, I'll keep it in the window for another 7 days, and if no-one buys it then, then I'll give it to you as a Christmas present."
Ginny stared at the woman wide eyed. "You-you'd do that for me?" She asked astounded. Wendy smiled kindly and nodded.
"I don't know what to say. Thank you." Wendy wafted it away, going red. "I'd better get going now. See you around Wendy, maybe we can meet up for a drink sometime?" Ginny asked hopefully.
"That'd be wonderful. Take care Ginny." She replied happily.
"You too. Bye." With that, Ginny walked out the shop she'd walked past for months on end considerably happier then she was when she left the house this morning.
She walked cheerily up the road saying the odd hello to a few people she knew. As she approached the gates to the village, she grew slightly tense; when she got home there was the angry Draco to contend with.
"Don't worry about him Ginny." She told herself aloud walking towards the cottage.
It was growing closer and closer and she was getting more anxious with every step. Upon reaching the gate, she noticed that it was open slightly and frowned, but thought nothing of it, maybe she'd just forgot to shut it.
However, when she looked up at the front door she noticed it was open. Her happy mood evaporated into thin air and she became very frightened; was Draco okay?
She walked slowly up to it and peered down the hallway, there was no sign of a struggle or anybody lurking. Ginny crossed the threshold and walked into the small living room. It was empty. Frowning slightly, she sauntered into the kitchen; there was nobody in here either.
"Draco?" She called out uncertainly going back down the hallway.
Ginny eyed the stairs suspiciously and took an edgy step on the first one. After walking up the stairs carefully, she looked at the 3 doors. Hers, the one opposite that-Draco's room were open. The bathroom opposite from where she was standing clearly had no one in it.
The red head crossed the hall so she could see into both the rooms and examined them both. There was no sign of the blonde man anywhere.
What if the deatheaters had captured him? What if the aurors had seen him and come bursting in, wands held high? Ginny panicked.
"Draco!" she shouted walking back down the stairs and out the front door. She scanned the road and paced out into the middle of it. There was no one for miles, only the cottage next to hers and the one after that-but Mrs Skelton, the woman next door was staying at her nieces for the week and Mr and Mrs Lovejoy were on holiday in America.
BANG! The gate belonging to the field next to her slammed shut and she heard what she thought was a gasp. Shaking her head and cursing herself for jumping, she walked up to the gate and stood on the first panel searching the landscape.
There was nothing-apart from- wait; there was something under the tree. She squinted her eyes trying to focus on the object, it looked like..
She climbed the fence and walked towards the shape still squinting her eyes trying to make out the thing lying there. As she got closer she recognised it as a person and trudged faster curious as to what it was.
5 metres away from the towering oak, she saw the unmistakable glimmer of light on the blonde hair and that's when it dawned on her; it was Draco.
She gasped loudly and tried to run through the thick crops, but it was no use. It was making it hard for her to do anything apart from step one foot after the other. As she got to within 3 metres, she saw a pool of blood lying like a small pond around his head.
Ginny felt her eyes prickle from tears gathering and then falling down her concerned face.
Finally she reached him. There was blood trickling from his mouth making its way down his cheek onto the ground. His head was bleeding quite badly and there was no doubt in her mind that someone had meant to kill him.
She sobbed covering her mouth with her hands before dropping to the ground next to him grabbing his hand. She had to help him; she couldn't let him die in this field.
Taking out her wand, she stood up and took 2 steps back wards.
"Wingadardrium leviosa" Ginny cried at his body. Draco rose slowly into the air, his arms and legs dangling by his sides and his head flopping backwards. She started to cry again and wiped away the tears savagely, this was no time to lose ones nerve.
Flicking her wand twice at the lolling form of Draco she managed to float him over the crops back towards the house all the while keeping a steady pace and her nerve. Ginny knew she had to get back quickly or he'd be in serious trouble.
Exhausted and covered in bruises she reached the front door. Manoeuvring carefully through the door, she directed his body up the stairs and into her room.
Draco floated along coming to and abrupt stop above Ginny's bed. She flickered her wand and he dropped carefully onto the bed, his blood-ridden head staining the daisy white sheets.
"Think Ginny, think!" she whimpered studying his body. Deciding to sort out his head injury first she summoned the bowl from downstairs and filled it with water. Then she went into the bathroom and fetched 3 towels and a flannel and disappeared back to draco.
After turning him over and cleaning the cut stopping the bleed with a towel, she summoned her sowing kit from down stairs. As it landed with a soft flump on the bed she pulled the lid open and looked for some thing suitable to close the cut up.
She spotted some wiry string she used for attaching buttons to her cloak and threaded it up to her sterilised needle she had prepared in salt water. Taking a deep breath and wincing slightly, she began to bring the skin back together on his hairline and forehead.
*
Draco was trapped in the darkness and whilst he was there he was having a very strange dream.
He and Ginny had been riding 2 horses along a sandy beach. The horse he'd been riding was black and Ginny's was a bright white, almost like a unicorn. They were looking straight ahead and around the landscape. Ginny, he noticed, was laughing and suddenly she kicked the horse's flanks and it broke into a gallop.
"Race you!" she cried happily over her shoulder. Draco laughed and made the black beast gallop after her. The white horse disappeared through a dark tunnel in the cliff ahead and he went in after it.
Then before he knew it, it was a different dream. The beach was gone and instead he was stood in the middle of a vast ballroom. The people around him were wearing masks; they were all deatheaters. The men had Black tucks on and the women black ball gowns.
Confused he walked through the waltzing crowd until he came to the middle of the floor. Here there were a couple swaying slowly on the spot out of time to the eerie music playing around him. The woman however, was wearing a white wedding dress and she had long wavy red tresses.
"Ginny?" he asked uncertainly. The woman's face came into view and indeed it was Ginny. She looked unreal, her skin was flawless and rosy, and her eyes were a beautiful hazel brown emphasizing the gold hidden with in their depths. The couple rotated around so Draco could see whom she was dancing with.
He gasped when he saw himself wearing a suit and long black billowing cape that seemed to be caught in a wind surrounding his body. There was something wrong with his appearance though; his hair was its natural blondeness but his face was contorted into a sexy sneer. Then he noticed his eyes; they were red.
They were that same demonic red that Voldemorts were. Then he saw a light coming through the crowd. He glanced at the approaching person and saw they were radiating light from their skin. The people dancing around them seemed to shrivel up as the person walked past.
Suddenly there was a piercing scream and everyone shrivelled up into a black powder, falling to the floor and blowing away. Draco turned his attention back to Ginny and himself dancing blissfully away oblivious to the carnage around them.
The person radiating the light was tall and strong looking and he realised that it was a man. The man of light reached them and he slowly reached out for the dancing Draco's shoulder.
As he placed a bright hand on his shoulder, the dancing Draco cried out in pain. Ginny screamed as he turned to face the man, his red demonic eyes widened as he recognised the pain giver; it was Blaise.
Then everything slowed down into slow motion.
"GINNY!" he cried swinging around and reaching for her with his hand. Ginny stretched out her left hand and the observing Draco gasped as he saw a platinum ring resting on her ring finger. He slowly moved his eyes to his own out stretched left hand and saw that he had a ring identical to hers.
"DRACO!" she screamed horrified as his hand turned to a black ash and he withered to the floor blowing away in the wind. Ginny looked up at the man above her and frowned. Blaise offered a shining bright white hand to her; she looked down to his hand then back up to his face.
She smiled and took it without question. As she gripped his hand, the light shining from him transferred some of its self to her making her the same. Draco covered his eyes as the light became brighter then before and just had enough time to make out the shapes of 2 people kissing before they exploded.
Draco screamed and fell to the floor where it fell through and he felt himself fall into a light.
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Ginny watched as the blonde man on the bed stirred. She went around to his left hand side and took his hand in hers.
"Draco?" she whispered stroking his cheek with the back of her right hand. Draco moaned softly and blinked his eyes open.
They came into focus on Ginny's sad tearful face; he blinked a few more times until he could make her out. She was crying and was currently stroking his cheek with her hand; her long wavy hair was on one side over her right shoulder out of his face.
"Ginny?" he moaned groggily squeezing her hand. Ginny sniffed and stroked his lips with the pad of her thumb that had been stroking his cheek.
"Shhhhhhh its okay, I'm here." She cooed softly wiping her eyes. Draco tried to raise his head but it felt like heavy and sore.
"Help me up" he whispered through clenched teeth. Ginny placed the pillow next to him against the wall and helped Draco prop himself up. His chest was aching like he'd had the wind knocked out of him, which he had.
Once lying carefully against the headboard, he took a deep breath. Every breath he was taking was like being stabbed with a sharp cold knife. Ginny sniffed again causing him to look at her.
She squeezed his hand tightly and tucked a stray lock of hair out of her face. "Oh Draco I was so scared.." She sobbed sniffing again, "I was afraid you'd been captured when I got back to the house, I looked everywhere and couldn't find you. Then I went outside and searched the landscape and then.."
"Shhhhh Ginny it's okay." he whispered stoking her hand with his thumb. Ginny hung her head and sniffed again. She wiped away the tears with her spare hand and calmed herself down.
After 2 minutes of regaining her composure, she spoke, "I though you were dead when I found you," she whispered in her normal voice. "I was so scared and worried. I levitated you back to the house and cleaned you up."
Draco looked down at the floor to his right and saw the blood sodden towels and water. He frowned and gazed down to his lap looking pensive. Ginny cupped his face with her hand and made him look at her.
"Who did this to you?" she asked quietly never taking her bloodshot eyes away from his.
Draco's mind flashed to all the things he'd seen and heard earlier that day; the letter from Blaise.the letter from her.Blaise punching him.the dream with the ball.the wedding rings they'd been wearing.
He swallowed and said emotionlessly, "Blaise Zabini. He was here earlier. I was under the tree and he appeared from under his cloak. We talked about the past and he punched me, then I punched him."
Ginny just stared at Draco with a look of pure horror on her face. She swallowed hard. "And wh-why did h-he do th-that?" She requested in a choked voice.
Draco glanced at his lap and then back to her nervous face. He continued as though in a deep trance.
"It was because of the letter I found from him. I was angry this morning and went in to your room. I was looking at the photos and felt something on the back of the Hogwarts one. I found the envelope full of letters from him and I read them. I got angry and kicked your desk," he nodded his head at the wooden desk.
"I saw that you had a secret draw and I opened it. I found your letter to him and read it. By this time I was very angry and stormed put the house with the letter in my hand. I was under the tree and I crumpled it up and threw it, then he showed himself. We were talking and he picked the letter up" Ginny widened her eyes and began to cry again.
"He unfolded it and read it. Then he punched me and I taunted him, then I told him we'd slept together. He went mad and we got in a fight. He stunned me then I fell into unconsciousness. And then I woke up here."
He hung his head and looked back into his lap unable look at Ginny's face. Ginny just stared at him through the tears streaming down her face.
"I can't believe you just told me that." She whispered unbelievingly. "I can't believe Blaise was just over the road."
Draco looked up into her face and became jealous again the dream he just had was fresh In his mind.
"I was thinking about that night." She said suddenly watching the window, "That night we had together and I realised something."
Draco frowned curious as to what it was. "What?"
Ginny sighed, "That I hate Blaise. When I met up with him I would rant and rave about you, Blaise was understanding and loving he treated me right; He was a friend, but he tried to get my love all the time." She became very quiet.
Ginny hung her head her hair falling down hiding her face.
"On that night- when you danced with me, you were yourself and opened up your soul to me. Then when I was going up to bed I felt you watching me, I knew it was you. Just being with you on that night was bliss Draco."
Draco smiled and reached for her chin under the waterfall of hair.
Ginny looked into his grey eyes, then down to his lips. He smiled again trying not to look too smug, bought her towards him and covered her mouth softly. All the anger, jealousy and loathing left him- He felt like Ginny would be his forever- then he remembered the dream, what did it mean?
He didn't have time to think about it as Ginny stroked his nape with her fingertips. She climbed into his lap and they crept back into the Bliss between the god and Goddess of passion.
A/N: HELLO!! Sorry about the length, I've been writing this for ages O_O. Therefore, you must review!!!! If you don't review people then I'll take forever on the next chapter like I did this one. Tell me what you think people!!! Plz? There are many more wonderful plot twists a comin' so check it out!
By the way people, this is a very long chapter so prepare accordingly with a bag of popcorn, sleeping bag and pillow!
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Chapter 6: The gods of war and the goddess of passion.
November 3rd 2006
Golden eyes locked on to silver.
Draco stood up slowly, staring unbelievingly at the man standing there before him. It had been so long since they had last met.
"Blaise? what are you doing here?" He demanded becoming very annoyed, suddenly he remembered the letters.and all the anger and jealousy, he'd momentarily forgotten, hit him like 1000 volts.
"If I were you-" Draco hissed through gleaming gritted teeth, "Then I'd disappear and never come back again, before I kill you."
The ebony haired man laughed haughtily his gold eyes shining with mirth. He'd had more death threats from Draco then hot dinners.
"Is that so. Then why am I not scared of you Dragon."?
Draco sneered at his word usage and made towards Blaise; however, he had come prepared and raised his long mahogany wand to Draco's chest. Draco stopped dead in his tracks and cursed under his breath, his wand was currently sitting on the bedside table back at the haven.
"I see you replaced that wand of yours. At our last meeting, I remember snapping it in two, so you couldn't stand up to me anymore."
Blaise glowered, "Maybe, but did you honestly think that I'd go through the rest of my life without one? Perhaps it's true what they say about dumb blondes." He chided laughing elatedly afterwards.
(A/N: Hi, just like to apologise for this, I am actually blonde myself but I just couldn't help it! Rock on all u blondes, brunettes, red heads and all the other wonderful colours!)
Draco growled deep into his throat and made towards him fists raised. Blaise shook the wand tip threateningly at his chest.
"Ah bup bup no you don't. I just came up here for a chat. I haven't seen you in quite some time Dray; I'm quite offended." He sneered through a silky taunting voice.
"And by the way," he added walking over and picking up the crumpled letter off the ground, "You really shouldn't litter, remember 'protect the world' and all that shit."
Draco curled his lip in dislike and suddenly widened his eyes at the letter; Blaise didn't know it even existed. Blaise frowned at his sudden change in appearance causing him to glance at the paper; he saw from the layout that it was a letter.
"Who's this from your bit on the side?" he cackled lowering his wand, unfolding the letter quickly with his hands whilst all the while watching Draco. Seizing the chance, the Malfoy took a step forward.
Blaise raised his wand again. "Oh no you don't Dray," He looked at the letter, "Lets see who this is from huh?" He snickered again and read the crumpled letter whilst still pointing the mahogany wand at the blonde haired man.
As his golden eyes moved along the lines of the letter, his face became emotionless and the wand in his hand drooped slightly. Draco took advantage of this pause in concentration and stepped forwards again, but Blaise raised the wand once more.
"If you take on more-step-Malfoy, then I'll kill you."
Draco stood still and sighed angrily, he knew he would do it too. Those were the last words Gregory Goyle heard before Blaise Aveda kedarva'd him when he broke into the ebony haired mans mansion.
He watched Blaise, interested in his facial expressions. The way they changed and were emphasized as he read the message-it was like there was an amazing battle being fought by his emotions. By the time he had finished, an uneasy expression was jumping across his features.
Suddenly he lunged forwards and punched Draco Square in the jaw, sending him stumbling backwards into the tree. Forgetting the wand, Blaise grabbed the front of Dracos top and forced him up against the trunk pushing his head back against it in an attempt to knock him out.
Draco swore loudly flailing his arms around trying to get the insane man off him, but Blaise apparently had grown stronger since their last fight.
Deciding not to take the kill now ask questions later approach, Blaise stopped his assault letting the blonde man regain some of his lost composure. If he couldn't kill him then he'd force him to answer a few questions.
"Where did you get this?" he demanded, his wide golden eyes livid. Draco smirked the famous Malfoy smirk and then scowled at him.
"That- is none of your business," He gasped, as the hold on his top became stronger. Blaise raised his wand and held it against his head as though it were a loaded gun.
"Where-did-you-get-it" He hissed slowly losing his temper completely.
Draco sneered coldly at him and glared menacingly, now he remembered why they hated each other so much-the fight to be the most powerful, to be in charge.
"I found it in Ginny's bedroom." He whispered but it came out more like a sharp hissing, due to his strangulation by the Zabini.
Blaise widened his eyes at the most uncomfortable image that entered his mind. This image, plus the words spoken from the dragons' mouth made him quite insane.
His pupils dilated causing his eyes to become completely gold; they now closely resembled 2 shiny galleons gleaming in the light. He scrunched up Dracos top some more, causing the back of the t-shirt rub on his pale skin, chaffing it.
"What do you mean you found it in Ginny's bedroom? How on earth did you manage to do that?" he roared in his face helplessly.
Draco smirked; this would certainly piss him off.
"I'm staying with her for a while." Came his simple reply as though merely commenting about the weather.
Blaise frowned in confusion and pushed himself away from Draco, standing opposite him.
"And you honestly think that Ginny Weasley would let 'you' into her house." He spat coldly. Draco rubbed his neck cursing the other man under his breath,
"I'm staying in Ginny Weasleys house Blaise, and why do you think she wouldn't let me in?" He said scratching his chin; this was a force of habit in amusing situations. He grinned disdainfully
"After all we have slept together before." Drawled the Malfoy now smirking wildly.
Blaise just stared at Draco, taking the words in nice and slow, realising what had just been said for the better part of 2 minutes. He then contorted his face into unmistakable fury; his hands resting limp at his sides became shaky as though longing to place them around Draco's neck, then he formed them into rough fists.
"Gin- Ginny Wea-Weasley," he stuttered slowly trying to control himself, "Would never sleep with the likes of you." His knuckles turned a deadly white due to his hold on the wand and letter.
Draco smiled vindictively,
"What's the matter Blaise? Jealous that 'I've' had a piece of your pie? You see I also found some letters from non-other then eagle eyes. Cooing about how much he loves her- that he wished he could of felt her sweet kisses whilst sitting in the cool breeze. Wishing that she'd write back in a feeble attempt to make her love him."
The flaxen haired man sneered at the way the Blaise's mans fists were shaking uncontrollably, and the way his face was contorted in fury and loathing-which he saved only for Draco. He loved pissing people off- especially Blaise as he could never keep a firm hold of his temper.
He licked the tip of his fore finger, "She tastes" He paused searching for the right words to describe the Red haired siren.
"Just like strawberries.." Breathed Draco with a smug look on his face, remembering the sweet taste of her lips.
The words sounded in Blaises ears as though Draco had screamed them in his face. Blood began to trickle from his fists, running off his knuckles onto the ground, he shook his head violently as though he was about to explode.
"AAAARRRGGGGHHHHH!"
Blaise lunged very quickly at Draco, wanting nothing more then to smash his head into a bloody pulp.
The blonde man from experience was ready and dodged out the way in time and as a result, got the ebony haired man with a right hook. Blaise tripped on his heals at the blow, and raised his wand.
"Big mistake. Night, night Draco. STUPERY!"
Draco gasped loudly, as he watched the large white lightening flash home in on his body; he shot backwards hitting his head on a small lump in the trunk and crumpling to the floor in a heap. Letting out a soft moan he slipped into a dark deep unconsciousness.
Blaise watched him fade into the dismal coma and took a step towards him; the letter was still clutched in the hand that he used to punch Draco.
He read it once more letting the information sink deep into his thoughts, before kicking the injured Malfoy in the chest making his body lurch, then doing it again- and again.
After one more solid kick, he was satisfied enough damage was done to last for a few days. No one would come out here in the winter it was much too cold. He'd leave him to die, nobody would know.
Blaise had to have her now, his yearning for the read head had grew to a deep intensity of desire. Smoothing out invisible wrinkles in his robes and combing back his unruffled hair, Blaise went in search of his secret temptress.
Whilst behind him under the tree, tiny spots of blood leaked from Draco's soft red lips.
*
Ginny sipped her butter beer delicately. So far this morning she'd managed to steer the nagging subject about her and Draco away, by starting up a fresh conversation every time Hermione paused.
However, Hermione Weasley was no fool, this everybody knew; she was head girl and a prefect in her days at Hogwarts, plus top of all her classes.
"Ginny, you can't run from this forever. We've been talking about irrelevant subjects for well over an hour, and the whole time you've seemed- distant. Now," She leant forward on her elbows,
"Just tell me why this is affecting you so much, you kissed him big deal? Can't you just move on."?
Ginny stared at her sister in law. This woman knew her too well, but how couldn't she, they'd been friends for over 9 years. 'Damn you Mione!'
"Oh Hermione I don't know why this is getting to me but it is!" She lowered her voice when 2 men at the bar gave her a crazy look.
"Every time I sit and think about the situation, his handsome face pops into my mind." She held her own face in her hands softly. "Am I doomed to be taunted horribly by him, the past and fate for the rest of my life?" Ginny asked helplessly.
After this comment the pair sat in silence for quite some time. Hermione, for once didn't know what to say.
Ginny leant back against the bench and slipped into a deep stupor replaying a secret and pleasing image from the past.
Night of Hogwarts Graduation ball
"Smile everyone!"
Shouted the old wrinkly photographer at the giggling, whooping-joyful crowd stood before him, dressed up in all their wondrous glory. Everyone smiled widely and had to blink rapidly as the bright purple light of the flash stung their eyes.
"Excellent!"
Folding up the camera, he quickly went over to talk to professor Dumbledore in a far corner of the hall-about his payment.
Professor McGongall's stern but happy voice sounded over the crowd.
"If everyone could make their way back to the dormitories please! Come on seventh years move along!"
She shooed the remaining scraggliers away with her wand, using a simple tickling charm that resulted in sending them into fits of laughter, and soon everybody filed out into the entrance hall.
Couples were stopping on the stairways, or heading for the doorway wanting to say their secret goodnights, cherishing the moment that some of them would never share again. It seemed that everybody wanted the ball to last another good 5 hours before traipsing up the stairs back to their dorms.
Ginny and Neville made their way towards the stairs heading back to the Gryffindor tower, they hadn't spoken in a few hours and seemed a tad uncomfortable around each other. Ginny was about to strike up conversation, when she felt somebody watching her.
As though she knew who was watching her, she looked down the vast staircase to the far right of her and saw Dracos sparkling grey eyes inviting her over. Smiling bashfully, and embarrassed by his magnetic stare, Ginny gazed back into those silver thunderstorm eyes.
"Neville you go on ahead, I'll catch up with you in a minute okay?"
Neville didn't seem to have heard her, she looked to the left of her-he wasn't even there! Padma Patil was currently leading him away through the crowd heading towards the entrance hall doors. She laughed to herself and walked back down the stairs to her prince charming waiting patiently at the bottom.
He walked carefully forwards at her descent, taking a few more gentle steps as she stood before him. Ginny gazed into his amorous features and bit her lip enticingly. She couldn't believe that she was saying goodnight to one of the most handsome boys in all the school.
Draco smirked sexily as if reading her mind- he obviously knew this look well. He took her right hand bringing it gently to his lips as he'd done earlier, planting a soft questioning kiss on her pale skin.
She blushed slightly at this sweet motion and took a step closer to him, wanting more then anything to feel his warm pleasing body against hers again-to be held carefree in his arms.
Draco smiled sweetly and continued holding her hand whilst bringing it down to her side. Many of the people in the hall disappeared outside up stairs or outside and Ginny and Draco stood alone infont of the marble staircase.
"Did you enjoy yourself tonight?" He requested gently. Ginny knew he was secretly referring to their dance they shared hours ago; at least she hoped he was.
"Yes, very much thanks." She clenched his hand with her fingers not wanting to leave this place in time.
"How about you?" the red head asked awkwardly, "And where's your date got to? Shouldn't it be her handing you're holding right now and not mine?" She giggled stroking his finger with the pad of her thumb.
Draco glanced down at her delicate hand he had laced with his.
"Surely you wouldn't want Pansy to come up to me right now and snog me senseless?" He queried looking back into her big brown eyes. "Anyway, she's busy at the moment kissing Potter in the rose bush outside."
Ginny giggled sweetly never breaking eye contact with the tall blonde boy towering over her height of 5' 7. This to her was a respectable height-not to small and not to tall.
She knew- even though they'd only shared one perfect dance- that she was falling for him, weakening before him; she was helpless to his charms. The way his lips pouted in that I'm bad and I know it way; how his eyes held so much mystery and secrecy that she'd kill to find out what it was about.
Biting her lip she thought it over; she would only have tonight, she wouldn't have another chance to be in this situation, to be alone, with him.
Tilting her head up, she moved slowly towards his lips, giving him a chance to stop her if he wanted. To her surprise, Draco leant forwards and covered her mouth softly; Ginny bought her left hand up to his neck and caressed his nape touching the sensitive sensual skin.
Draco shuddered as her fingertips massaged his neck teasingly touching the soft untouched skin. He could taste her- she tasted like butterbeer and something else; was it strawberries?
Pulling away very slowly so not to disappoint her, he stared into her chocolate eyes leaning his forehead on hers.
He licked his lips a couple of times opening his mouth nervously; was he trying to ask her something? Ginny put a soft finger to his soft luscious red lips, halting any interruptions from his conscious.
"Shhhhhhh. No questions, just us." Came her low husky voice. 'Wow, that was certainly a shock, where had that come from?' The small niggling voice in her head let its self be heard.
Draco smiled warmly. Cupping her face with his right hand, he embraced her in another kiss; but this time it was passionate, urgent- it was lust. They bought their arms around the others waists decreasing the space between them.
Ginny stood on her tiptoes to reach him, leaning into his body, hugging him close; her eyes fluttered shut as she did so.
His heart was racing wildly; strangely she was calm and collected. This was the boy she complained endlessly about to Blaise cursing how he was sly and cruel to everyone. But tonight, all that was forgotten.
She opened her mouth so he could explore every inch of it with his tongue, tasting her; she was like a drug intoxicating and addictive.
Ginny broke the kiss needing air; she had never been kissed like this before. When she first kissed Neville it was sweet and restricted. But when she felt Draco's soft red lips on her own, there were no boundaries; there were no limitations- just a lustful yearning.
She bit her lip decisively, and started to back away down the corridor pulling him slowly with her. Draco smirked sexily as she took his hand again, allowing himself to be lead away. She headed for the entrance hall doors, leading Draco along with her.
As the soft wind hit their bodies, Draco caught up with Ginny. They walked quickly hand in hand towards the lake; on the way they spotted a few rustling bushes and dark shadows lurking along the castle walls. Draco grimaced completely disgusted, as he saw Potter and Pansy snogging passionately next to the fountain in the courtyard.
Ginny's heart was racing apprehensively. Draco Malfoy had a notorious reputation for being a ladies man, having a new bimbo attached to his arm every 2 weeks; often Ginny would see Dracos ex crying sadly in the corridor whilst he paraded the new girlfriend around school.
Was that all he would remember her as? A quick fondle down buy the lakeside?
Something else popped into her mind, Draco would defiantly not be a virgin. Her mother had warned her about boy's only being after one thing, and advised waiting for the right guy and not to taint herself. It certainly looked like all that advice would be going right out the window tonight.
Suddenly she heard the crunching of gravel and before she even realised what she was doing, they were down at a small cove quite far away from the castle. There were small oaks surrounding it and big boulders that looked great to sit on and sunbathe in summer.
Draco stopped abruptly causing her to bounce into his body like a spring. He pulled her towards him twirling her as he did so causing Ginny to giggle nervously.
The blonde man stared down at the girl he had in his arms. The full moon was illuminating her features, shining light into his eyes. He knew she was nervous; she kept looking at the foliage around her then glancing back to his face.
"Ginny," he whispered causing her to look him in the eye, then to the ground. Draco raised her face up to his, cupping her chin gently.
That was the moment-the look she gave him-the way her soul was touching his.
That moment he became bewitched by her beauty and gracefulness she was enchanting. That was the moment he realised he..
"Draco?"
"Huh?" he shook his head, "Oh um sorry about that. I.urm, I-"
Ginny laughed nervously at his staring at her for the second time that night. Draco gave her a lopsided smile and held his hands around her waist bringing her into him, into his life. Ginny moistened her lip and her eyes dropped down to his; she tilted her head up to him as the red lips yearned for hers.
Draco kissed her softly but yet passionately. Ginny's lips opened up for him and she shuddered involuntarily at his tongue sought her own. His soft hands were travelling up her waist and then up her back to her dainty shoulders. The pad of his thumbs slid under her spaghetti straps working them down her upper arms.
Ginny's eyes flew open; she put her arms up around his neck so he couldn't pull the straps down anymore. Draco frowned slightly, but he continued to kiss her. Trying another approach to the situation, he grabbed Ginny's waist and placed her around his own, making himself a Ginny belt.
The red head gripped his hair gently for support until he wrapped his arms around her back and walked over to the nearest tree. Leaning her against it, he moved from her mouth to the pale neck planting soft kisses on her collarbone, moving upwards to her cheek.
Ginny looked to the moon and the stars in the inky black-blue sky. Was this how she would lose her virginity under the stars? It seemed like a romantic idea, like dinner under the under the full moon in Paris. Something was still bugging her though, was she just a quickie to him?
She needed to know just what he was thinking.
"Draco?" She whispered gnawing her lip at the shock waves travelling through her body at his touch and suppressing a small moan.
Draco sucked her neck gently before bringing his face up to hers, looking at her through sexy hooded eyes. She felt blood rush to her cheeks at the intense look he gave her.
"Yes Ginny?"
She bit her lip again, by now it was chapped and bruised from her constant chewing.
"You're- well- this isn't just some, quick fling to you is it?" She inquired in a small voice.
Draco stared at her for sometime rather emotionless before unfastening her from his waist and placing her back onto the ground. He swept a hand back through his neat-and tidy slicked back hair making it messy and rugged, Ginny smiled at the mess.
"Ginny, I don't want you to do anything you don't want to." He said in a pained voice.
Clearly Draco wasn't used to giving the girl a choice in the matter, normally he would just ravish the girl regardless of how she felt, but with Ginny he didn't want to-
'Strange' he thought to himself.
Ginny regarded him for a while. He was physically fighting back the urge of grabbing her and pushing her against the tree and snogging her senseless. Nevertheless, what was going on on the inside, she couldn't tell. Was he hurt that she thought he'd just use her? Was he angry for being stopped? Did he actually care about her?
She hesitantly raised a hand to his face and cupped it gently. "I want to" she said, barely.
Draco stroked the side of her oval face gently still unsure about her feelings, his hand travelled down her neck to her shoulder and he slipped the spaghetti strap off her arm.
Ginny tilted her head upwards and kissed him passionately, all the lust, yearn and need resurfacing.
Draco steered her back to the tree and leant her against it. His hands travelled down her waist, pulling the dress down and her closer to him. Ginny glanced up into the warm greyness of his eyes and thought how much they looked liked the observing moon.
Present
Ginny smiled at the image. That night was unforgettable for both of them. However, the morning after Ginny had gone down to breakfast expecting to see him sitting there at the Slytherin table, but there was no sign of him anywhere.
She didn't see him in any of the corridors or anywhere around the grounds. At lunch, she had even gone to the cove where they were the night before, but he wasn't there.
That night she met up with Blaise with the night before still fresh in her mind. The ebony haired boy informed her that Draco had last been seen talking to his father through the fireplace in the Slytherin common room and that he hadn't turned up for classes later that day.
Ginny was worried and assumed he was missing. But a day later, a big black owl appeared at her dorm window with a message:
Dear Ginny, I'm sorry that you haven't seen me around school the reason is I've been taken back home to the manor early for special purposes- I might as well tell you. I've been made a Deatheater; I had my initiation ceremony into Voldemorts inner circle yesterday.
I won't ever forget what happened, we will always have that. I can never see you again or anybody for that matter.
That night I loved you Ginny we didn't have sex- we made love, remember that.
Take care,
Love Draco.
~
"Um-" Hermione said looking around the pub uncomfortably. "I think I better go its nearly 11.30, Ron and Tobes will want an English breakfast doing, god forbid Ron actually does it himself-"
Ginny nodded her head and smiled. "Thanks for talking to me today 'Mione, I really needed to get a few things off my chest."
Hermione smiled and rose from the table. "It's okay Gin, anytime- see you at Molly's later?" She inquired her voice sounding hopeful. Ginny shook her head sadly.
"I can't Hermione-unless you want me to bring a certain blonde haired man with me."
"Well, what about that cloak you mentioned he had, he could just come in that."
Ginny stood and walked her over to the fireplace. "Best not risk it, he could jump on Ron and throttle him, or punch Harry. Actually.."
They both laughed at the image of Dracos cloak slipping off and him, Ron and Harry fighting each other in the tiny kitchen at the Burrow whilst the others stood there horrified.
Hermione hugged her sister-in-law lovingly and removed a pot full of green Floo powder from her pocket.
"See you Gin. Same time week if I don't see you before?" Ginny grinned and nodded.
"Okay. Don't let err, 'Leo' trouble you anymore. If he gets out of hand just give me a call-I know a good torture charm, if you know what I mean." She flashed her brown eyes and threw the powder into the fire.
Ginny frowned hard before finally catching on. "HERMIONE!"
Hermione laughed loudly and shouted "THE GALLERY". Ginny watched her go with a mix of disgust and amusement on her face.
Shaking her head at the other woman she walked towards the door. "Bye rose, thanks for the tea," she called to the lady serving a table near the door.
"Bye Gin. Anytime, I'll see you."
Ginny walked out the huge oak doors and down the cobble road humming a little tune as she strolled slowly along. Madame Malkins was coming up on her right. Slowing right down, she stopped before the killer cloak; to her it was sitting high upon a pedestal out of her reach.
If she couldn't buy, it she had to try it on at the very least.
Her mind made up, she walked into the shop. It was a colourful place with silks and velvets of every variety hanging on the wall to her right. To her left there was the entrance to the changing rooms and a small counter, currently where a small kind looking witch was sat.
"Good morning miss! Come to try on the cloak haven't you?" She inquired coming around the counter to Ginny's side.
"Good morning- how did you know that?" she frowned at her suspiciously. "Can you read minds?"
The small lady laughed loudly. "Of course not my dear. I've seen you walk past this shop everyday this week and look at that cloak." She nodded her head to the window.
"And you haven't tried it on yet, so I knew that when you walked in today that-that was your purpose."
Ginny goggled her eyes at the woman. Was she that predictable? She must be she was just 'simple Ginny'.
"Come on dear, let's see how it fits you." She walked over to the window and flicked her wand at the cloak. It fell from its position in the centre into her arms, lying there looking wonderful. The assistant folded it carefully and went back over to Ginny.
"Into the changing rooms M'dear, you first." Ginny smiled and walked through the canopy entrance. The room beyond was full of mirrors and curtained cubicles, in the centre of the room stood a small pedestal in front of a big mirror.
"Up on there my dear." She said indicating the small box. Ginny took off her boots and emerald cloak putting it on a small hook on the wall. She stood gingerly on the box admiring her curvy body in the mirror.
"Right, lets get started! Oh, by the way my name is Wendy, for future reference." The assistant chimed clapping her hands together. She walked once around Ginny and handed her the cloak. Ginny gasped marvelling how soft and light it felt in her hands.
Wendy smiled at the way she handled and admired the cloak as if it were made of fragile glass. "Pop it on then um, oh I've forgot your name!" She cried shaking her head trying to remember.
Ginny smiled. "I haven't told it to you that's why." She giggled at the old woman. "It's Virginia Weasley, but all my friends call me Ginny."
Wendy laughed and shook her head.
"So you didn't. Ginny" She recited, "Okay then Ginny dear lets see how beautiful you look in it."
Ginny reddened slightly and slipped carefully into it. She pulled it carefully over her top and let it drop down to the floor. The arms were soft inside and they felt lovely on her skin.
Ginny adjusted the cloak to the shape of her body and observed herself in the mirror.
Wendy gasped and held her hands. "Oh ginny it suits you perfectly!"
Ginny had to agree, the cloak fitted her nicely complementing her legs, waist and chest making her look womanlier. It flowed down her body like a waterfall shimmering beautifully in the light, making her look like a princess from a muggle fairytale book.
"Ginny this cloak must have been made for you! How will you be paying? Cash upfront or a deduction from your account at Gringotts?" Asked Wendy excited by Ginny's appearance.
The red head slumped her shoulders and sat down on the edge of the box.
"Neither" She concurred sadly, "I won't have enough money to buy this, that's why I've only been looking and not touching. I don't have enough money for it." She said to Wendy's sad, pitying face.
"Oh. I'm sorry Ginny, I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions." She sighed, feeling sorry for the younger woman. Suddenly Wendy jumped and sat down on the animal print chair next to her. "I know you can work here full time for me! I'll pay you excellent wages and you can buy the cloak."
Ginny glanced up hopefully into the older woman's face, but then remembered her job at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes.
"I can't. I already have a part time job with my brothers they said I'm not allowed to quit. I owe them money for the bed I bought and I need to work off the payment." She sighed deeply, "But thank you anyway Wendy."
Ginny stood up and carefully began to work her way out of the cloak, taking extra care not to rip the soft fabric.
"Here," she said handing the cloak back to the black haired woman. "At least I know it fits, so that just makes it even more ironic."
Wendy forced a smile and they walked back through to the front of the shop. Ginny took one more look at the cloak before the other woman placed it back in the window.
"That offer's still there if you ever want it M'dear. I tell you what, I'll keep it in the window for another 7 days, and if no-one buys it then, then I'll give it to you as a Christmas present."
Ginny stared at the woman wide eyed. "You-you'd do that for me?" She asked astounded. Wendy smiled kindly and nodded.
"I don't know what to say. Thank you." Wendy wafted it away, going red. "I'd better get going now. See you around Wendy, maybe we can meet up for a drink sometime?" Ginny asked hopefully.
"That'd be wonderful. Take care Ginny." She replied happily.
"You too. Bye." With that, Ginny walked out the shop she'd walked past for months on end considerably happier then she was when she left the house this morning.
She walked cheerily up the road saying the odd hello to a few people she knew. As she approached the gates to the village, she grew slightly tense; when she got home there was the angry Draco to contend with.
"Don't worry about him Ginny." She told herself aloud walking towards the cottage.
It was growing closer and closer and she was getting more anxious with every step. Upon reaching the gate, she noticed that it was open slightly and frowned, but thought nothing of it, maybe she'd just forgot to shut it.
However, when she looked up at the front door she noticed it was open. Her happy mood evaporated into thin air and she became very frightened; was Draco okay?
She walked slowly up to it and peered down the hallway, there was no sign of a struggle or anybody lurking. Ginny crossed the threshold and walked into the small living room. It was empty. Frowning slightly, she sauntered into the kitchen; there was nobody in here either.
"Draco?" She called out uncertainly going back down the hallway.
Ginny eyed the stairs suspiciously and took an edgy step on the first one. After walking up the stairs carefully, she looked at the 3 doors. Hers, the one opposite that-Draco's room were open. The bathroom opposite from where she was standing clearly had no one in it.
The red head crossed the hall so she could see into both the rooms and examined them both. There was no sign of the blonde man anywhere.
What if the deatheaters had captured him? What if the aurors had seen him and come bursting in, wands held high? Ginny panicked.
"Draco!" she shouted walking back down the stairs and out the front door. She scanned the road and paced out into the middle of it. There was no one for miles, only the cottage next to hers and the one after that-but Mrs Skelton, the woman next door was staying at her nieces for the week and Mr and Mrs Lovejoy were on holiday in America.
BANG! The gate belonging to the field next to her slammed shut and she heard what she thought was a gasp. Shaking her head and cursing herself for jumping, she walked up to the gate and stood on the first panel searching the landscape.
There was nothing-apart from- wait; there was something under the tree. She squinted her eyes trying to focus on the object, it looked like..
She climbed the fence and walked towards the shape still squinting her eyes trying to make out the thing lying there. As she got closer she recognised it as a person and trudged faster curious as to what it was.
5 metres away from the towering oak, she saw the unmistakable glimmer of light on the blonde hair and that's when it dawned on her; it was Draco.
She gasped loudly and tried to run through the thick crops, but it was no use. It was making it hard for her to do anything apart from step one foot after the other. As she got to within 3 metres, she saw a pool of blood lying like a small pond around his head.
Ginny felt her eyes prickle from tears gathering and then falling down her concerned face.
Finally she reached him. There was blood trickling from his mouth making its way down his cheek onto the ground. His head was bleeding quite badly and there was no doubt in her mind that someone had meant to kill him.
She sobbed covering her mouth with her hands before dropping to the ground next to him grabbing his hand. She had to help him; she couldn't let him die in this field.
Taking out her wand, she stood up and took 2 steps back wards.
"Wingadardrium leviosa" Ginny cried at his body. Draco rose slowly into the air, his arms and legs dangling by his sides and his head flopping backwards. She started to cry again and wiped away the tears savagely, this was no time to lose ones nerve.
Flicking her wand twice at the lolling form of Draco she managed to float him over the crops back towards the house all the while keeping a steady pace and her nerve. Ginny knew she had to get back quickly or he'd be in serious trouble.
Exhausted and covered in bruises she reached the front door. Manoeuvring carefully through the door, she directed his body up the stairs and into her room.
Draco floated along coming to and abrupt stop above Ginny's bed. She flickered her wand and he dropped carefully onto the bed, his blood-ridden head staining the daisy white sheets.
"Think Ginny, think!" she whimpered studying his body. Deciding to sort out his head injury first she summoned the bowl from downstairs and filled it with water. Then she went into the bathroom and fetched 3 towels and a flannel and disappeared back to draco.
After turning him over and cleaning the cut stopping the bleed with a towel, she summoned her sowing kit from down stairs. As it landed with a soft flump on the bed she pulled the lid open and looked for some thing suitable to close the cut up.
She spotted some wiry string she used for attaching buttons to her cloak and threaded it up to her sterilised needle she had prepared in salt water. Taking a deep breath and wincing slightly, she began to bring the skin back together on his hairline and forehead.
*
Draco was trapped in the darkness and whilst he was there he was having a very strange dream.
He and Ginny had been riding 2 horses along a sandy beach. The horse he'd been riding was black and Ginny's was a bright white, almost like a unicorn. They were looking straight ahead and around the landscape. Ginny, he noticed, was laughing and suddenly she kicked the horse's flanks and it broke into a gallop.
"Race you!" she cried happily over her shoulder. Draco laughed and made the black beast gallop after her. The white horse disappeared through a dark tunnel in the cliff ahead and he went in after it.
Then before he knew it, it was a different dream. The beach was gone and instead he was stood in the middle of a vast ballroom. The people around him were wearing masks; they were all deatheaters. The men had Black tucks on and the women black ball gowns.
Confused he walked through the waltzing crowd until he came to the middle of the floor. Here there were a couple swaying slowly on the spot out of time to the eerie music playing around him. The woman however, was wearing a white wedding dress and she had long wavy red tresses.
"Ginny?" he asked uncertainly. The woman's face came into view and indeed it was Ginny. She looked unreal, her skin was flawless and rosy, and her eyes were a beautiful hazel brown emphasizing the gold hidden with in their depths. The couple rotated around so Draco could see whom she was dancing with.
He gasped when he saw himself wearing a suit and long black billowing cape that seemed to be caught in a wind surrounding his body. There was something wrong with his appearance though; his hair was its natural blondeness but his face was contorted into a sexy sneer. Then he noticed his eyes; they were red.
They were that same demonic red that Voldemorts were. Then he saw a light coming through the crowd. He glanced at the approaching person and saw they were radiating light from their skin. The people dancing around them seemed to shrivel up as the person walked past.
Suddenly there was a piercing scream and everyone shrivelled up into a black powder, falling to the floor and blowing away. Draco turned his attention back to Ginny and himself dancing blissfully away oblivious to the carnage around them.
The person radiating the light was tall and strong looking and he realised that it was a man. The man of light reached them and he slowly reached out for the dancing Draco's shoulder.
As he placed a bright hand on his shoulder, the dancing Draco cried out in pain. Ginny screamed as he turned to face the man, his red demonic eyes widened as he recognised the pain giver; it was Blaise.
Then everything slowed down into slow motion.
"GINNY!" he cried swinging around and reaching for her with his hand. Ginny stretched out her left hand and the observing Draco gasped as he saw a platinum ring resting on her ring finger. He slowly moved his eyes to his own out stretched left hand and saw that he had a ring identical to hers.
"DRACO!" she screamed horrified as his hand turned to a black ash and he withered to the floor blowing away in the wind. Ginny looked up at the man above her and frowned. Blaise offered a shining bright white hand to her; she looked down to his hand then back up to his face.
She smiled and took it without question. As she gripped his hand, the light shining from him transferred some of its self to her making her the same. Draco covered his eyes as the light became brighter then before and just had enough time to make out the shapes of 2 people kissing before they exploded.
Draco screamed and fell to the floor where it fell through and he felt himself fall into a light.
~
Ginny watched as the blonde man on the bed stirred. She went around to his left hand side and took his hand in hers.
"Draco?" she whispered stroking his cheek with the back of her right hand. Draco moaned softly and blinked his eyes open.
They came into focus on Ginny's sad tearful face; he blinked a few more times until he could make her out. She was crying and was currently stroking his cheek with her hand; her long wavy hair was on one side over her right shoulder out of his face.
"Ginny?" he moaned groggily squeezing her hand. Ginny sniffed and stroked his lips with the pad of her thumb that had been stroking his cheek.
"Shhhhhhh its okay, I'm here." She cooed softly wiping her eyes. Draco tried to raise his head but it felt like heavy and sore.
"Help me up" he whispered through clenched teeth. Ginny placed the pillow next to him against the wall and helped Draco prop himself up. His chest was aching like he'd had the wind knocked out of him, which he had.
Once lying carefully against the headboard, he took a deep breath. Every breath he was taking was like being stabbed with a sharp cold knife. Ginny sniffed again causing him to look at her.
She squeezed his hand tightly and tucked a stray lock of hair out of her face. "Oh Draco I was so scared.." She sobbed sniffing again, "I was afraid you'd been captured when I got back to the house, I looked everywhere and couldn't find you. Then I went outside and searched the landscape and then.."
"Shhhhh Ginny it's okay." he whispered stoking her hand with his thumb. Ginny hung her head and sniffed again. She wiped away the tears with her spare hand and calmed herself down.
After 2 minutes of regaining her composure, she spoke, "I though you were dead when I found you," she whispered in her normal voice. "I was so scared and worried. I levitated you back to the house and cleaned you up."
Draco looked down at the floor to his right and saw the blood sodden towels and water. He frowned and gazed down to his lap looking pensive. Ginny cupped his face with her hand and made him look at her.
"Who did this to you?" she asked quietly never taking her bloodshot eyes away from his.
Draco's mind flashed to all the things he'd seen and heard earlier that day; the letter from Blaise.the letter from her.Blaise punching him.the dream with the ball.the wedding rings they'd been wearing.
He swallowed and said emotionlessly, "Blaise Zabini. He was here earlier. I was under the tree and he appeared from under his cloak. We talked about the past and he punched me, then I punched him."
Ginny just stared at Draco with a look of pure horror on her face. She swallowed hard. "And wh-why did h-he do th-that?" She requested in a choked voice.
Draco glanced at his lap and then back to her nervous face. He continued as though in a deep trance.
"It was because of the letter I found from him. I was angry this morning and went in to your room. I was looking at the photos and felt something on the back of the Hogwarts one. I found the envelope full of letters from him and I read them. I got angry and kicked your desk," he nodded his head at the wooden desk.
"I saw that you had a secret draw and I opened it. I found your letter to him and read it. By this time I was very angry and stormed put the house with the letter in my hand. I was under the tree and I crumpled it up and threw it, then he showed himself. We were talking and he picked the letter up" Ginny widened her eyes and began to cry again.
"He unfolded it and read it. Then he punched me and I taunted him, then I told him we'd slept together. He went mad and we got in a fight. He stunned me then I fell into unconsciousness. And then I woke up here."
He hung his head and looked back into his lap unable look at Ginny's face. Ginny just stared at him through the tears streaming down her face.
"I can't believe you just told me that." She whispered unbelievingly. "I can't believe Blaise was just over the road."
Draco looked up into her face and became jealous again the dream he just had was fresh In his mind.
"I was thinking about that night." She said suddenly watching the window, "That night we had together and I realised something."
Draco frowned curious as to what it was. "What?"
Ginny sighed, "That I hate Blaise. When I met up with him I would rant and rave about you, Blaise was understanding and loving he treated me right; He was a friend, but he tried to get my love all the time." She became very quiet.
Ginny hung her head her hair falling down hiding her face.
"On that night- when you danced with me, you were yourself and opened up your soul to me. Then when I was going up to bed I felt you watching me, I knew it was you. Just being with you on that night was bliss Draco."
Draco smiled and reached for her chin under the waterfall of hair.
Ginny looked into his grey eyes, then down to his lips. He smiled again trying not to look too smug, bought her towards him and covered her mouth softly. All the anger, jealousy and loathing left him- He felt like Ginny would be his forever- then he remembered the dream, what did it mean?
He didn't have time to think about it as Ginny stroked his nape with her fingertips. She climbed into his lap and they crept back into the Bliss between the god and Goddess of passion.
A/N: HELLO!! Sorry about the length, I've been writing this for ages O_O. Therefore, you must review!!!! If you don't review people then I'll take forever on the next chapter like I did this one. Tell me what you think people!!! Plz? There are many more wonderful plot twists a comin' so check it out!