Hi everyone, well I was never really into this couple, I still
don't know what made me fall for them, but it's my first ginny
and draco fic! So plz be nice.
This goes out to everyone who wants to find true love and has faith in themselves, and in what the stars really hold for them!
Disclaimer: this is rubbish, if I owned any one of these characters, except the one's I create I would have married draco a long time ago!
Now on with the story..........................
She gathered her books and swept out of the room! There was no way in hell she would ever be able to figure out her future, for her divinations homework in the midst of all that chattering. One thing was for sure, if she did not come up with something soon, Madame Trelawney would definitely come up with something ghastly, like being killed by Voldemort.
She did not bother to ask Hermione to help her out for the simple reason she wanted to get away as far as possible from the three of them. And by the three of them she meant, her older irritating brother Ronald Weasely, his best pal Harry Potter, and Hermione Granger. Everyone knew that Ron and Hermione were in love with each other, but they preffered to act all coy about it which grated on her nerves.
She was absolutely tired of convincing people that she was not in love with Harry Potter, and no she did not have a crush on him, and neither did she plan to do so in the near future. For heaven's sake, if the guy who vanquished the dark lord Voldemort suddenly materialized unexpectedly at her dining table, one fine morning, what was she supposed to do..? And hell that was 5 damn years ago. She was 16 and she really wished she could be treated accordingly!
She had needs and desires too, but which were kept on a tight leash. It was completely alright for Ron to think sinful thoughts where Hermione was concerned, but when it came to her, she was constantly lectured about the men in her life, not that she had any, and every guy she made friends with was screened by Ron, who made it very clear that they better stay away from his sister, if they wanted to stay alive! Not many guys were willing to take the risk.
She was tired of being constantly controlled, by the hypocrite of her brother! She knew her brother loved her a lot and that most of it arose from him being protective towards her, but he had to understand that she had a life too, one which did not involve him!
She strode along the corridors towards the tower above the divination room. That was the only place she would ever get any peace. After school hours she no longer wore her school robes, but instead preffered to change into muggle clothing, a pair of shorts and a T shirt. If Ron had seen her he would most definitely have objected to her choice of clothing. Just because he was the prefect of Gryffindor and the keeper in the quidditch team did not mean he could rule her life!
It was a hot muggy night and wearing anything else would have definitely meant dying of a heat wave. She climbed the steps and stepped out into the open. She gazed up into the stars in the sky and wondered what they held in store for her. As she pondered over the thought she was suddenly aware that she was'nt alone.
She turned around to watch a pair of grey eyes watching her. Of all the people in the world did she have to run into Draco Malfoy? And she then noticed that he was only wearing a pair of silk black trousers, and his shirt and tie were long gone. Her gaze travelled all over his bare chest. Over the years he had grown rather muscular, and not to mention tanned. He was no longer as white as porcelian, looking like he had just met death.
His abs were taut, and she could see the muscles rippling beneath them. She longed to reach out and touch them, when her thoughts were interrupted by a voice.
' Like what you see?' drawled Draco very lazily, all the while watching her through hooded eyes, making it impossible for her to gauge his expression. She turned scarlet. She was suddenly very aware of the fact that her bare legs were very visible indeed, and her top was sticking to her front making her hot and clammy. Maybe wearing muggle clothing was'nt that advisible.
He slowly walked towards her in no hurry at all, each step perfectly timed.
' Well, if you really like what you see, you should just ask' he said, his tone betraying no emotion. He was now standing directly in front of her, but she made no move to step back, she was completely mesmerised by him.
He tilted her chin with one fore finger and looked deep into her eyes before saying, ' I'm sure that beneath all those layers of emotions, there is a very sensual and passionate woman. I wonder what's beneath that façade'
His lips brushed against her hair and his one arm snaked around her waist touching her bare skin. She shivered, as electricity suddenly shot up her spine. He moved her close to his body, so that every inch of them was touching.
' Well are you' he whispered in her ear. ' Am I what....' she asked him in confusion.
' Are you going to ask me' he said, lazily tracing her jaw bone with a fore finger. And then realization dawned on her.
' No I am not' she snapped, and then gathering up her books she fled the scene, his low rumbling laughter following her.
He grinned at her retreating back. The encounter between them was most fruitful, she sure was fiesty. He had nothing against her personally, it was just that she was a Weasely, albeit a very sexy one. Teasing her would always give him the challenge his life sorely lacked.
So how was it people? Please review and let me know, if it's worth continuing my crazy venture. What I'm trying to do is bring out all the facets of human emotions in this relationship. So please tell me if this makes any sense and wether I should continue this.
So plz review.
This goes out to everyone who wants to find true love and has faith in themselves, and in what the stars really hold for them!
Disclaimer: this is rubbish, if I owned any one of these characters, except the one's I create I would have married draco a long time ago!
Now on with the story..........................
She gathered her books and swept out of the room! There was no way in hell she would ever be able to figure out her future, for her divinations homework in the midst of all that chattering. One thing was for sure, if she did not come up with something soon, Madame Trelawney would definitely come up with something ghastly, like being killed by Voldemort.
She did not bother to ask Hermione to help her out for the simple reason she wanted to get away as far as possible from the three of them. And by the three of them she meant, her older irritating brother Ronald Weasely, his best pal Harry Potter, and Hermione Granger. Everyone knew that Ron and Hermione were in love with each other, but they preffered to act all coy about it which grated on her nerves.
She was absolutely tired of convincing people that she was not in love with Harry Potter, and no she did not have a crush on him, and neither did she plan to do so in the near future. For heaven's sake, if the guy who vanquished the dark lord Voldemort suddenly materialized unexpectedly at her dining table, one fine morning, what was she supposed to do..? And hell that was 5 damn years ago. She was 16 and she really wished she could be treated accordingly!
She had needs and desires too, but which were kept on a tight leash. It was completely alright for Ron to think sinful thoughts where Hermione was concerned, but when it came to her, she was constantly lectured about the men in her life, not that she had any, and every guy she made friends with was screened by Ron, who made it very clear that they better stay away from his sister, if they wanted to stay alive! Not many guys were willing to take the risk.
She was tired of being constantly controlled, by the hypocrite of her brother! She knew her brother loved her a lot and that most of it arose from him being protective towards her, but he had to understand that she had a life too, one which did not involve him!
She strode along the corridors towards the tower above the divination room. That was the only place she would ever get any peace. After school hours she no longer wore her school robes, but instead preffered to change into muggle clothing, a pair of shorts and a T shirt. If Ron had seen her he would most definitely have objected to her choice of clothing. Just because he was the prefect of Gryffindor and the keeper in the quidditch team did not mean he could rule her life!
It was a hot muggy night and wearing anything else would have definitely meant dying of a heat wave. She climbed the steps and stepped out into the open. She gazed up into the stars in the sky and wondered what they held in store for her. As she pondered over the thought she was suddenly aware that she was'nt alone.
She turned around to watch a pair of grey eyes watching her. Of all the people in the world did she have to run into Draco Malfoy? And she then noticed that he was only wearing a pair of silk black trousers, and his shirt and tie were long gone. Her gaze travelled all over his bare chest. Over the years he had grown rather muscular, and not to mention tanned. He was no longer as white as porcelian, looking like he had just met death.
His abs were taut, and she could see the muscles rippling beneath them. She longed to reach out and touch them, when her thoughts were interrupted by a voice.
' Like what you see?' drawled Draco very lazily, all the while watching her through hooded eyes, making it impossible for her to gauge his expression. She turned scarlet. She was suddenly very aware of the fact that her bare legs were very visible indeed, and her top was sticking to her front making her hot and clammy. Maybe wearing muggle clothing was'nt that advisible.
He slowly walked towards her in no hurry at all, each step perfectly timed.
' Well, if you really like what you see, you should just ask' he said, his tone betraying no emotion. He was now standing directly in front of her, but she made no move to step back, she was completely mesmerised by him.
He tilted her chin with one fore finger and looked deep into her eyes before saying, ' I'm sure that beneath all those layers of emotions, there is a very sensual and passionate woman. I wonder what's beneath that façade'
His lips brushed against her hair and his one arm snaked around her waist touching her bare skin. She shivered, as electricity suddenly shot up her spine. He moved her close to his body, so that every inch of them was touching.
' Well are you' he whispered in her ear. ' Am I what....' she asked him in confusion.
' Are you going to ask me' he said, lazily tracing her jaw bone with a fore finger. And then realization dawned on her.
' No I am not' she snapped, and then gathering up her books she fled the scene, his low rumbling laughter following her.
He grinned at her retreating back. The encounter between them was most fruitful, she sure was fiesty. He had nothing against her personally, it was just that she was a Weasely, albeit a very sexy one. Teasing her would always give him the challenge his life sorely lacked.
So how was it people? Please review and let me know, if it's worth continuing my crazy venture. What I'm trying to do is bring out all the facets of human emotions in this relationship. So please tell me if this makes any sense and wether I should continue this.
So plz review.