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Cat and Ash

Draco had never been so surprised to see anyone in his life. Ginny Weasley, soaked to the bone, was at his front door. A few hours ago she'd been yelling at him and accusing him of bragging about their sexual escapades, and now she was asking for spaghetti. For a brief moment he pondered shutting the door in her face again, just to let her know how it felt, but he thought better of it. With a soft sigh, he moved to the side to let her in.

"I'm uh-well," she paused as she stepped inside, dripping on his tile floor. "Well, I shouldn't have yelled at you like that."

Draco crossed his arms over his chest. "Don't move." he mumbled, making his way back into his room. He soon returned with a pair of sweat pants and a shirt that would no doubt engulf her small form, but all the same. He handed them to her. "Change in the entryway. You're not dripping all the way to my bathroom."

She shifted her weight from foot-to-foot uncomfortably. Taking the pieces of clothing from him she held them to her chest. "Thank you."

She was obviously waiting for something, so he turned around, gaze resting upon the wall.

He wasn't going to leave? She quickly realized this and turning her back to him, she slowly began to unbutton her top.

And he wasn't peeking either. Of course not. He was looking straight ahead at oh... there went her shirt.

She then reached back to unclasp her bra, stubbornly clinging to her breasts. After that too fell to the floor, her nimble fingers moved to unzip her jeans, the zipping noise the only sound in the foyer. Awkward.

Okay, so he was looking. Staring even, but she didn't know that. Of course, judging by the way his jeans were suddenly beginning to feel a bit too small for him, it wouldn't be too long before she realized it.

Having trouble, she inched the jeans down slowly over her wet legs, the denim bunching persistently. She swore beneath her breath as she got it past her thighs and let them fall the rest of the way. Leaning down to grab the sweatshirt she pulled it over her head before slipping her hand behind her neck and pulling her hair out of the neck-hole of the jumper, her red locks falling down carelessly over the oversized top.

Stop staring; she'll see... ohh... He swore as well, unable to keep himself from staring as her creamy legs were exposed. But she was covering herself up again. He just had to give her big, baggy things, didn't he? He'd hardly be able to tell she had breasts in those, though he supposed that might be a good thing at the moment.

And then she turned her head to look for the pants she had dropped. Her eyes caught his and she inwardly gasped in surprise but said not a word as she leaned down to grab the sweats and quickly pulled them up to cover her legs.

Oh, that was bad. She really wasn't supposed to catch him, you know. At least she hadn't said anything about it, he reasoned, as he coughed and looked away, staring at the wall once again.

Bending down to pick up her wet clothing, she bunched them together in her arms, some of the water seeping onto her chest through the sweatshirt but she didn't seem to notice. "Where would you like me to put these?" she asked quietly.

He turned and took them from her. "I'll put them in the dryer." Funny how her bra just happened to be on top of the pile…

"Thank you," she whispered, her head lowered as she examined her bare feet, wiggling her toes against the cold tile.

Upon returning, he headed straight for the kitchen and began doing multiple things at once. The spaghetti was reheating and a plate and silver wear were flying toward the table. A chair pulled itself out for her and a napkin hovered, just waiting for her to sit down.

She watched as he flitted his wand about, muttering commands. "What, no servants?" She teased, smiling weakly as she remembered his response at Hogwarts of doing things himself.

"The house elves belong to my father." he replied, shrugging. The floating napkin flew up behind her, tapping her shoulder impatiently.

Her smile widened ever so slightly at the napkin's eagerness as she snatched it out of thin air. "Oh," she replied, sitting down at the chair he offered her. She bit her lip to restrain spouting questions at him as she watched him fix her meal, her eyes red and splotchy still from crying. She suddenly grew very conscious of how much of a fright she must look. Standing up quickly, she placed the napkin on the table and asked, "Um.. will you show me where the bathroom is?"

He eyed her for a moment, before setting off down the picture-free hallway. He paused before the second door on the right and gestured to it.

She slipped in with her head lowered, quietly shutting the door behind her before she peered into the mirror above the sink.

Holy Merlin. She looked awful. How could he even stand to be in the same room with her? Much less look at her? She quickly began peering in drawers for a comb, a brush, anything to get rid of the knots in her hair because stupid her... She had left the house without her wand. She finally found a small white comb in the bottom drawer but after a few urgent strokes it broke in half. "Damn it."

Fingering her way through the strands she got it look slightly decent, aside from the fact that she looked like a drowned rat. And it didn't help that the sweats he'd given her made her look like a potato sack.

Emerging from the bathroom a few moments later, she stepped into the kitchen and took a seat at the table, drawing her knees up beneath her chin in the chair. "Are you going to eat with me?" she asked meekly.

Draco smirked slightly when she appeared, looking a considerable bit nicer than before. It was almost laughable, really. She spent half her time telling him how much she hated him, and then she went and made herself look nice for him. Women. "I already ate. I could sit across from you and watch you eat, if you'd like."

Well, that'd be more awkward than-

"Okay." Big eyes.

Draco blinked blankly at her. He really hadn't expected that, but, being one to live up to his word, he sat down in the seat across from hers, yawning slightly. "Isn't it a bit late for you to be out? Gabriel will be worried."

Stabbing the spaghetti noodles spitefully, she answered, "Oh, I doubt that."

'Shut up, Draco. I love him. Shut up, Draco, I hate him. Shut up, Draco, I hate you. Shut up, Draco, I love him…' Did the cycle ever end? Though he really didn't want to know about Ginny and her lover's escapades, he couldn't help but ask, "Why?"

"He wouldn't tell me where he was on Wednesday." Stab. Stab. "He avoided it like the plague." Her chin trembled slightly.

"So you came here?" Brow raise.

"I needed to go somewhere where I might be able to find answers, Draco, and you offered," she added softly, moving the food around on her plate without actually accomplishing any eating.

"I told you to come if you decided to believe me." he drawled, grey eyes examining her face. "Do you?"

"Are you asking me to leave if I don't?" She asked quietly, setting her fork down beside her plate.

"I'm asking you if you believe me."

She frowned. "I don't want to," she replied truthfully as she looked down at her clasped hands in her lap, "But I haven't decided yet."

His gaze fell upon her spread out, stabbed spaghetti. "Eat. Your clothes should be done by the time you're done."

Thinking she'd upset him, she slowly began to eat, forcing the food down her dry and thick throat.

"You're not even hungry, are you?" he muttered.

"I was," she managed, closing her eyes as she leaned her head back onto the chair's headrest.

He sighed. "I suppose this means I'll have to entertain you until your clothes are dry."

"No, I can just-" Just what? Walk out of there naked? Fantastic. "I'm sorry I'm such a burden on you," she closed her eyes tightly as she apologized sincerely.

Draco shrugged, rising from his seat. "You like movies, don't you?"

The side of her mouth twitched slightly but she studied him suspiciously, "What kinds?"

"Whatever kind I decide to put on."

She bit the inside of her mouth, deciding. Knowing she shouldn't even be there at all, she had merely come to ask him a few questions about Gabriel... YOUR BOYFRIEND, she reminded herself. But at that moment, her feelings towards him were not exactly ones of love. "I don't know..." she began, biting her lip nervously. "Well, I guess until my clothes dry, that'd be okay," she finally answered, more to herself than Draco, as she slipped from the chair, unraveling her long legs from beneath her as she stood up beside him.

The movie began, and Draco made himself comfortable smack dab in the middle of the couch, as he always did. Right in the middle of the screen, you see, then turned to her, looking at her expectantly.

Noticing that it'd be quite foolish to seat herself in the chair she had sat in earlier, as it didn't even face the screen at all, she found her seat on the end of the couch.. as close to the armrest as possible, her legs drawn up beside her. She could feel a drop of sweat sliding down between her breasts as she noticed her toes were only an inch and a half from Draco's thighs. Merlin, help her.

He pretended not to notice this as he flicked his wand and the lights dimmed, the title of the movie flashing across the screen. He did, however, allow himself a small glance at her, before averting his attention to the movie once more.

Gulp.

What was he trying to do? Kill her? Don't let him get to you, don't let him get to you.. she chanted to herself as she fidgeted with her fingers in her lap. Honestly, having Draco Malfoy in such close proximity to one's body could not be healthy. Especially when he looked so relaxed.. and.. sexy an- NO. He used you, she reminded herself, turning her attention back to the TV screen.

That small smirk was back on Draco's face. He'd seen her looking at him. Oh yes, he had. Of course, he'd been looking, was looking at her, too, but that made no difference. She was the one all hung up on this Gabriel fellow. He was allowed to stare.

"It's not polite to stare," she arched a haughty brow at him that didn't dare betray her on showing the butterflies in her stomach or the sweat dripping behind her neck.

He chuckled. "Hypocrite."

Her cheeks turned a deep red but she kept her ground, "I was not staring at you."

"Oh, of course not." he replied, smirk more vibrant than ever. "Just glancing, right?"

"It was more of a fleeting look, really."

Snicker.

She narrowed her eyes at him before turning her attention back to the movie. Something about a space shuttle. Draco's bone structure was much more interesting at the moment, however. Damn it.

Right. They were watching a movie, weren't they? He even managed to watch it for a whole two minutes, before looking at her again. Her still damp hair, her bright brown eyes, her lips... She was just waiting for him to pounce her right then and there, wasn't she?

Yes. I mean. NO. Bad Ginny. Bad, bad.

And coincidently enough, she chose such time to look at him as well. "What?" She whispered self-consciously, noticing the intensity of his stare as she reached a hand up to brush a lock of red fire behind her ear.

Without even realizing it, his face was drifting ever closer to hers. Closer, closer, so very, very close. It wasn't until he was a few mere centimeters away that he noticed and then, he decided, it was far too late to move backward, yet he wasn't moving forward to close the gap. He came 90… she had to come ten.

Her breath caught in her throat as she saw his face close to hers and didn't even realize it when her eyes slowly began to close, her lips pressing against his timidly. WHAT ARE YOU DOING? her mind wanted to scream but her body and heart were whistling a different tune.

What was she doing? Kissing Draco Malfoy. What was Draco doing? Carefully running his tongue along her lower lip. No sin in that, right? It wasn't like she was married.

Ginny moaned quietly as his tongue tickled along her lips, her hand reaching back to curve around the nape of his neck. With her brown eyes tightly shielded, she temporarily shut out the world around her including Gabriel and her past and focused on the intimate kiss, which was slowly growing.

Urged on by Ginny's soft sound of pleasure (and smirking inwardly), he deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping into her mouth. That gentleness was slowly turning into fervor, uncovered after years of being buried and shoved aside.

Drawn by him, she pressed her body against his, her other hand wrapping around his waist as she enthusiastically responded to his deepening of the kiss, desperately aching to feel more of him as she discovered his mouth once more with her tongue.

That feeling he'd gotten from watching her change was coming back in full force, what with her in such close proximity. Draco had completely forgotten the fact that she was off-limits, and, had he remembered, he probably wouldn't have cared much. He'd been craving this for far too long. A groan escaped him as he pressed even closer, his hand slipping under the large sweatshirt and running across her stomach, tantalizingly close to her breasts, but he'd not make such a bold move just yet.

A small gasp left her mouth, "Draco," she sighed. Draco. Oh, God. Instantly pushing away from him, she stood up from the couch as if he suddenly had a disease she was terrified of catching. Confusion, frustration, anger, and hurt all etched across her face as she thought of words to say. "I didn't mean, I mean.. you-" He broke your heart. You have Gabriel. "Why did you do that!" she demanded.

"You didn't seem to mind!" he exclaimed, obviously surprised by her outburst.

"That's because I-I," she stopped, angry with herself at her reaction to him. "I came here for answers and you just end up using me again!" She all but spat at him as she stomped towards the front door.

"I used you!" he asked incredulously as he jumped to his feet. "You can't be serious!"

"Oh, about which time, Draco?" She quipped, returning to stand before him, her voice like ice. "Shall we count them, then?"

"For Christ's sake, Ginny, that was five years ago!" Not to mention the fact that he had an unbelievably good excuse he'd never be able to tell her.

Lowering her voice to a somber tone she simply said, "You broke my heart once, Draco Malfoy. I will not let you do it again." And with that, she simply stepped back, "May I have my clothes now?" Eyes glued to floor once again.

He accioed her clothes, extending them out for her to take, but as she did, he kept a firm hold on them. "So you'll let him do it instead."

"Like you care," she tugged on her clothes.

"I do."

Her eyes flickered with emotion temporarily before growing cold once again. "Like I haven't heard that before. Now, give me my clothes, Malfoy, and I'll be on my way." She said the latter part as if he should be so relieved by her departure.

The blonde let out a soft sigh and released his hold on her garments, watching her with intense grey eyes.

Tucking them beneath her arm she slowly turned towards the door to turn the doorknob. "I'll send your clothes to you tomorrow morning," she said quietly before disappearing behind the door without a backwards glance.

As the door slammed closed, Draco leaned his forehead against it, gritting his teeth. "Damn it!" His fist slammed against the door. That had not gone as planned.

End Chapter 4.