We're floating. We move slow, like planets, but feel so inconsequential. I am thinking that perhaps I hate him very much. I am thinking that in this vast land of black without oxygen, I am loathing him just enough to wonder what it would be like to kiss him.
In such a ludicrous surrounding, devoid of water and life and music, other scandalous things fit.
"Draco," I sing. He does not respond. "Draco, I want you. Draco, come here." He doesn't listen. My fingers reach for him.
"Bastard," I mutter before pushing my lips against his lips. We don't exactly mold like clay, but I feel content for the moment. I feel like a bad girl whose mother has told her not to play with mud but does anyway. Look at me, I yell at the universe, for we are two very small people. Look at us! We are two! Look at us defy your logic! Isn't it very droll?
"Stop," he says. I am back to hating him.
"You're no fun. Too logical, dear. Let me ravish you."
"Why?"
"Because I need to. It empowers me."
"I think it's you that's too logical." For some reason, that makes me want to cry. He does not soothe me! For that, I'm glad because it would be awkward for Draco Malfoy to soothe me, Ginny Weasley. Instead, we roll around and around and around and I entangle my limbs with his.
"Take off your clothes," I order him. He groans. The buttons of his shirt pop. I slide down his suspenders and my fingers boldly reach for uncharted territory.
"Ha! Ha, ha!" I screech with joy as I look at Draco Malfoy's gloriously pale skin. All over, I kiss it.
"Is this enough? Is this enough for them to notice us? Look how impossible this is! All of you watching, you must be dreaming!"
"Ginny," he croons at me. I look at him in surprise.
"Draco," I reply.
He places his lips upon my cheek.
"Stop talking so much," he tells me. "We both know how much we simply hate each other. It's marvelous the way it is."
We kiss again. His tongue tastes good and heady and I am horny. He is too.
"Fuck," I say and I am suddenly naked too. "Fuck, Draco. Let's."
"Oh," he moans in response to my legs wrapping around his waist. My hands are playing a tune on his bare chest.
"Ugly bastard," I scream as he does my bidding. He's fucking me and fucking hard. I take the Lord's name in vain over and over again, rocking back and forth. My eyes roll back and I look at the heavens.
"I HATE YOU, YOU WHORE!" I am shouting at him in between wet kisses. "OH, GOD! DRACO MALFOY, DRACO MALFOY, DRACO MALFOY IS A FUCKING ARSEHOLE!"
At the word 'arsehole' he comes, deep inside me. I shudder and shake and curse and wrap my arms around his neck so hard until I can't feel anything but that silly man. In me, beside me, around me.
"Is that enough?" Pant, pant. "Do you think that will satisfy them? Two strangers like us, sweaty and naked and making love on a bed of hate? Will the irony turn heads? Will it, one day, make sense?"
He looks at me for the first time. I notice he has gray eyes.
"It's always been enough." The answer is so simple.
And with those words, I am back to Earth again. I am tired of comparing ourselves to giant solar systems and exploding stars. We are not supernovas.
We are standing on solid ground. And I am fucking satisfied.