Chapter Three: Thunder and Lightning

The rain was pouring onto the windowpane as she lay under the great big window. It's soft melody filled the quiet of the Astronomy Tower. Her cloak was placed behind her head and her eyes were closed as every sound of the rain hitting the roof echoed in her ears. She sighed sleepily as she shifted her legs into a warmer position. Her thoughts carried on and off again to Malfoy.

It would make sense.

The small visual pictures in her mind with blonde hair flashing in the sun along with blue eyes looking at her until they seemed gray would come too. She could also remember a huge grin on his face, stretching from ear to ear. What happened to him? She couldn't quite remember that fact. She watched as lightning stretched along the sky and was soon followed by the sound of the clashing thunder. She closed her eyes, as the few more hits of lightning would light the room and cast a ghostly color on her. She sighed in contentment.

Shifting her legs, once again, she opened her eyes and stared right into the gray eyes she was thinking of. Letting out a scream she sat straight up and clutched her heart and glared at the intruding Malfoy who smirked and crossed his arms. "Bloody," she panted, "idiot."

"We need to talk, Weasley," he said snidely and she crossed her own arms and leaned onto the wall.

"Not with that attitude," Ginny said making him raise an eyebrow. She mirrored his actions and the corner of his lips curved up a bit more. "Well?" she asked and he quickly scowled. Shifting on his feet, he weighed more on the foot that was closes to the wall while he kept his arms crossed and everything else blank. She quirked her head sideways and uncrossed her arms before grabbing her cloak and hiding her legs under it so she could sit in an Indian position.

"Talk then," she said in a bored manner.

"The memories," he began as he shifted his gaze upwards to the rain before looking back at her. Lightning and thunder came and she could see the ghostly patterns of the rain on his face before it was gone. "How much do you remember?"

"Do I have to answer?" she asked as she looked up to the rain as well before back at him. He kept his face passive but she could see a hint of anger in his eyes as his mouth twitched upward for a second.

"Weasley," he said coolly, "it would be smart to make this easy."

"Why would I want to talk to someone who wanted me in the rain?" she asked sticking her chin out as a light flaming blush crawled up her neck and heated her ears. He paled slightly and she smirked, liking the response.

"A male is a male, Weasley," he drawled as if this were the most boring conversation he ever had. "With your shirt looking like it did I'm not surprised if you had been with Saint Potter he would've done the same."

"So," she said meeting his eye, "I suppose you're better then Harry, aren't you?" he stared at her for a moment. Before the trademark smirk crawled onto his lips again.

"Ah, and what do you think?" he asked, moving his head slightly sideways so his fringe would move over and show his eyes a bit more.

"You said it yourself," she said her smirk turning into a innocent smile, "Harry would've done something…but you didn't."

"Would you have wanted me to do something?"

"Are you challenging me, Malfoy?"

"Maybe," he said, he sounded a bit shy which caused her smile to grow slightly.

"So?" she asked, ready to wipe his wise-guy smirk off his face, "what if I say yes?"

In two long strides he came right in front of her and trapped her to the wall she was leaning on with his arms. Lightning stretched across the sky once again and she saw the flickers of blue she remembered from when he was younger. "Say yes, Weasley," he said his breath coiling against her cheeks, making her want to close her eyes as they seem to grow heavy, "and I'll show you."

"Show me?" she asked as slight confusion came.

He leaned in closer and she could feel his breath mingling with hers and entering her mouth, nose, as it curled against her skin. "Say yes," he said, his voice husky as he said this. Her eyes flickered down to his lips for a moment before meeting his who watched her so intently it sent shivers down her spine.

"Yes," she said, practically breathing out the words as if she was born to say it. In a moment his lips touched hers. She quickly gasped under his touch, his lips were so cold against her. Taking the opportunity he slipped his tongue in and her eyes fell closed as she leaned more into the kiss. Her hands grasped his shoulders and the kiss deepened. He pulled away and stood up his eyes cautiously flashing around before looking at her.

"What if I had said no?" she asked as he turned. He paused and turned back around to look at her, their eyes meeting.

"I would've done the same thing."

At that small statement, she smiled.

She sat there for a long time as she thought about what had happened, why it happened, and how good it felt. Yet, it had been too wrong, so foolishly wrong. When she closed her eyes she could still feel his lips on hers, a burning feeling that seem to be cooling down. She titled her head up and looked up at the rain. It fell and still kept the rhythmic beating. She looked back down and closed her eyes as she listened to it. For the first time in a long time, she sang.

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He could hear her sing, of course, he wasn't that far. With the rain falling and with the kiss still fresh on him he didn't want to leave, not just yet. She had a pretty voice, very mellow and strong. He wondered why she never sang at the first day feast. Breathing in quickly he sat down too and was slightly scared. She seemed to be the only girl that he couldn't hide his emotions with and he didn't like it. He didn't like it one bit.

Her voice died down a bit and he had to strain to hear her last words, "and that night I lost so much but the next I gain too little." He sat there and listened to the rain for a moment before standing and leaving down the steps. The words she sang not too long ago still, being sung in his head.

When he woke the next day he rolled out of bed and buried his face in his head as a yawn came. He stood up and stretched lazily before walking over to the bathroom. He turned the faucet on the sink and splashed his face with bitter cold water. He stared at himself for a moment before closing his eyes; she still burned his lips.

"Bitch," he snapped irritably as he opened his eyes again. A chuckle filled the bathroom and Draco groaned inwardly.

"Talking to yourself, Draco?" Blaise asked as he walked over to the showers.

"Go fuck yourself, Zabini," he said snidely, before looking over at Blaise who grinned.

"Long as you join me," he said sweetly causing Draco to roll his eyes in disgust before stepping to his own shower. "Suit yourself," he heard Zabini call out and Draco shook his head as he turned the faucet for cold water.

Closing his eyes again he could feel her lips, smell her even and it was driving him crazy. Stepping into the freezing water he felt it pound onto him and he shivered unwillingly. He needed it though; he needed to get her out of his head.

-

The sun stretched lazily through her curtains and onto her bed. She felt it start to warm her face as she rolled over in her sleep trying to stay in the bed as long as she could without waking. A yawn escaped her mouth as she curled under her blankets and snuggled into her pillow. Feeling a bit restless she opened her eyes and stared at the crimson barrier that blocked her from her roommates at that moment. She didn't like waking up that morning because at that moment Draco Malfoy's face came to mind.

Groaning she sat up and removed her blanket off of her before opening the curtains. One other roommate was sleeping, as the others must've headed off to breakfast. Stretching she looked at the clock and was glad she had time to get ready. Getting up she grabbed her clothes and headed towards the shower for a long soak. She needed Malfoy out of her head, much as she wouldn't admit she like the feeling he brought her in the morning.

When she came out she had about fifteen minutes left and it seemed that she was the last one to go down stairs to breakfast. Reaching in her bag she pulled out a roll she saved from dinner the other night and decided just to head off to her first class.

-

"Weasley."

She turned around and raised an eyebrow at Taylor Zabini who smirked at her, "better not annoy me, Zabini, I'm not in the mood."

He shrugged, "you're never in the mood."

She smiled slightly, "good point," she said before turning sharply and heading into the empty classroom.

"Wait, who said you could walk away from me?" he shouted at her back as she sat down in her seat, which unfortunately wasn't all that far from his.

"You already said it yourself, Zabini," she said not looking up as she brought out some parchment, her ink, and quill. "I'm never in the mood to talk with you, so why bother?" He sat in front of her and she looked up, he smirked, and she raised an eyebrow, "go away."

"You know I heard you," he said, ignoring her earlier comment. "You were singing, you got a pretty good voice for a Weasley," he said making her roll her eyes. Had she been singing? She couldn't remember.

She dipped her quill and wrote her name as he begun to carry on. "You used to sing all the time during first year," he said. "It's curious, why you stopped after that year and why you're singing again."

"Get to the point, Zabini," she snapped her head snapping up to meet his, now angered.

"My point," Zabini said slowly as he smirked, "is that after that little snog session with my cousin you began singing."

She opened her mouth as a furious blush crawled up her skin. Students rushed in and Zabini turned to grab his stuff as she glared darkly at him. How did he know? She thought before gritting her teeth. Malfoy.

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Author's Note: This story gets harder and harder to continue! Lol, but My Little Girl chapter twelve is coming right up! Just after I get it from my BETA! I promise, you'll all love it!