Phoenix and the Dragon

By: babykelyse

A/N: Since I have some spare time, I figured I'd go ahead and write this next entry But before i go on with this next chapter, a few people were a bit confused by the last chapter, so I'll put my explanation here. The first part of the chapter with the demon...Drake killing Genevieve was a dream Ginny was having. It actually happened in her past, so its more like a memory. Only she doesn't know that yet. Second part with the mysterious man, NOT a dream. That was happening at the same time Draco was having a vision. And on to that part. Draco's part was NOT a dream. He was awake when he saw Genevieve and when she gave him the sword he started having memories of his former self. I hope this clears up any confusion and I'm sorry for the mishap lol So on with the story.

Disclaimer: Don't own Draco, Ginny or any other JKR characters. Plot is mine..enough said

Chapter 7

Fiery Kisses

It had been weeks since Ginny had the dream. And each night, she saw more and more of this Lady Genevieve's life. It was apparent that she loved the man-demon, Drake and he loved her, but it didn't explain why he'd killed her. Ginny had spent days pondering over this, but she could find no answer. At the same time, Ginny began to know Draco more. She'd been surprised when he'd purposely sought her out at the lake. As they sat there, he'd began telling her of his life at the Manor. How his mother shrank more deeply into her shell and how his father began to grow increasingly cruel, if that were possible. Ginny wanted to weep at the pain and bitterness she saw in his grey orbs when he spoke of his family. She ached for the boy having to grow into a man at such a young age. She ached for him because, unlike her, he'd never really had a childhood. He had a miserable excuse for a father, and a mother who probably loved him, but was too scared to say. Ginny remembered the spark she'd felt run up her arm when she reached out and grabbed his hand during his reminiscing.

He'd looked at her, obviously surprised, but didn't move to let her hand go. The corner of his mouth went up in a half smile and he'd continued. Telling her of the things his father had installed in his brain, and of the beatings he'd had to indure if he disobeyed him. By the end of his tale, Ginny had silent tears leaking out of her eyelids. He'd turned to her and gently brushed the tears from her cheeks before planting soft kisses where they'd been. He told her not to cry for him. That he wasn't worthy of anyone's tears, let alone hers. She merely shook her head and leaned into his embrace. It felt so wonderful to be in his arms. It felt..right, as if she'd belonged there all along. After she dried her tears, he pulled her up, dusted off his robes and preceded to walk with her back to the school. When he reached for her hand, she didn't hesitate to take it. She understood what he was offering without so much as a word. He was offering her friendship, and she gladly took it.

Shaking herself out of her reverie, Ginny silently laughed to herself. A few months ago, she'd have chewed off her arm before accepting friendship with a Malfoy. But he had changed, that much she could sense. In the time she'd knocked him out in the tower, they'd developed a sort of truce.

A rather odd truce, Ginny thought to herself. She wasn't at all sure what her feelings toward Draco were now. He was her friend, no doubt about that. But she was beginning to wonder if there was something deeper she felt for him. Something beyond the borders of a friendship between teenagers. Being around him felt...too right. There was something about him that she just couldn't shake. A feeling of familiarity as if she'd known him far longer than her 16 years. Ginny sighed to herself and she began to walk down the familiar trail towards the lake. It was hers and Draco's 'meeting place' officially now. She felt a rush to her heart as she spotted the familiar platinum blonde hair a few feet in front of her.

She walked silently up to him and dropped down to her familiar spot beside him. He looked over at her with a slight smile before turning back to look at the lake. They sat in a comfortable silence as they watched the stars.

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Draco liked sitting here with his fiery headed friend beside him. It was the first time, in his entire existence that he actually felt as if he weren't alone in the world. He was surprised that the youngest Weasely was even being civil with him after all the tormenting he'd put her and her brother through. He continued teasing her brother, Potter, and Granger..after all he had a rep to protect. But Ginny, he'd ceased his endless torment on her and instead opted for a friendship. Why? He had absolutely no clue. He felt a strange connection with the girl. As if they'd known each other longer than their years. She'd also been comforting when he'd told her of his family life, and even went so much as to hold his hand as he told her his story and afterwards crying for him.

He'd told her not to, of course. He wasn't worthy of her tears. But she merely shook her head and leaned into him. He'd felt awkward at first, but his arms suddenly found themselves circling her as if they had a mind of his own. After she'd finished crying, he helped her up and dusted his robes off before offering her his hand. She took it, and instantly he felt a warmth beginning within the depths of his soul. His feelings for her, at this point, were unclear, but he knew he felt something strong for her. Their friendship was shaky at first, but as the time went by, the friendship found solid ground.

He'd had yet to tell her of the woman he'd seen in his room a few weeks ago. He thought he'd been dreaming, but the sword that now lay in a concealed drawer in his private room was all too real. The woman, he'd realized the next day, looked like a spitting image of Virginia Weasely. And the visions he'd had when he touched the sword, they seemed as if they were memories, as if he were there when it was happening. The next day when he'd woken up from the restless sleep he had, he found that his tatoo was no longer the black color it'd been since he was young, but now a dark blue. He had told no one as of yet, but was thinking heavily about going to Dumbledore. He didn't like the old fool, but he was helpful.

"I had a vision a few weeks ago." he finally admitted.

Ginny looked over to him surprise in her dark brown eyes.

"What was it about?"

He preceded to tell her about seeing the woman, his tattoo burning, and of course, the sword. When he'd finished he looked over to her. She was shaking her head, confusion apparent in her expressive eyes.

"This can't be..." she mumbled to herself.

"What? What can't be?"

He listened as she told him about her dream, and after she was done, he too was shaking his head. What did this all mean? She'd had a dream about the same woman that had come to him that night.

"Ginny, we have to tell someone about this. It just doesn't make any sense"

She nodded her head in agreement before lapsing back into silence. It was almost past curfew before they decided to get up and head back to Hogwarts. Draco got up first, dusting himself off before offering her a hand up. Ginny took, and this time, the spark between them was to vivid, too real for either of them to ignore. She stared up into his mesmerizing eyes as he pulled her closer. He stared back, almost losing himself in the depth of her brown eyes. Slowly, he wound his arms around her small waist before pulling her the last few inches to his body. Her arms found themselves going around his neck as his face slowly descended towards hers.

She closed her eyes as his lips reached hers in a petal soft kiss. She moaned at the brief contact and nearly melted in his arms. Sensing this as encouragement, Draco leaned in again, this time kissing her with more passion. He licked her bottom lip begging for entry. She parted her lips willingly and his tongue found hers. Their tongues played an erotic teasing game as her hands reached up to grab his platinum hair pulling him closer than humanly possible. His hands tightened on her waist and he slowly lowered her on the ground. He deserted her mouth and opted to plant slow, deliciously sinful kisses down her chin and back up to a sweet spot beneath her ear which he suckled gently.

Ginny moaned as his kisses left a fiery path along her skin and she raked her nails down his back. His lips found their way back to her sweet mouth and he drew on her bottom lip before places small delicate butterfly kisses on her mouth and chin. In the silence of the night, their ragged breathing was the only thing that could be heard. Slowly, Draco pushed himself into a sitting position, and dragged Ginny onto his lap. She settled in his arms comfortably as he rested his chin on top of her head. They sat there looking at the stars, each reveling in these newfound feelings for one another.

A/N: Eh, this one was okay I think. Not much dialogue but you got an insight as to what they were feeling. lol Next chapter, will most likely consist of them going to Dumbledore and explaining the dreams and blah blah blah. We'll just take this one step at a time So, you know the drill people. Read, review, enjoy. ciao