Hi everyone I know that I've delayed a lot in getting this
chapter up, but life has been way too hectic. Too many exams
and tests and stuff, but I hope you'll like this chap, a lot
of you'll liked the earlier one.
A : I know I was doing some rubbish for the past 2 months, but now I'm gonna enjoy torturing u with this chap and not telling u what's in the next one.
Chapter 5
She whimpered in pain in his arms. Her ankle hurt her terribly. But as the tears rolled down her cheeks, she was forced to acknowledge that there was more to it than just the pain. It was being close to him, bundled against his hard male chest, the scent of his cologne, the strength of his arms wrapped intimately around her. She was very confused.
She managed to register through her haze of tears that they had entered the Prefect's common room, and she was being set down very gently on the sofa. He held her ankle in his hand, slid her shoe off, and removed her socks, and lightly caressed the swelling. She let out a cry of pain.
Before she knew it, he had with him a bowl of warm water and a towel, which he used to apply light pressure on her ankle. He then very gently bandaged it and she could'nt help but run her fingers through his blond hair as it fell in locks over his forehead.
' Draco..' She moaned as he looked up. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and placed her head over his shoulder revelling in it's comfort and warmth.
' Ginny, what are you doing to me..' was the last thing that he forced himself to say, before he fused his lips with hers.
She was completely intoxicated as desire coursed through her viens. She pushed away all thoughts of how inappropriate this was. She did'nt give a damn. All she wanted was to feel his lips over hers, have his hands stroke her, working their magic. He made every fibre within her feel alive.
She wrapped a slender leg around him, as her skirt hitched up. His hand touched the creamy softness of her thigh, and gave it a gentle squeeze. Somewhere in the distance she could hear warning bells in her mind, and she tried to ignore it, but instead of fading away, it just grew louder and louder, until it managed to finally penetrate through the haze of passion.
She rolled out from underneath him, and dropped onto the floor. She scrambled up, trying to maintain her dignity and hold on to her skirt at the same time.
' Don't you think it's a little too late for your show of modesty?'. His expression was unscrutable. Her fingers were fumbling to re-do the top three buttons of her blouse. Strong hands pushed away her trembling ones and within seconds, her buttons were done, and she found herself being turned, her shirt being tucked into her skirt, and the zip being done up.
' You can now go back, and pretend to be a good little girl, infront of Potter and Weasely.'
She cringed on hearing the loath in his tone. It was not her fault, he had no idea what it's like to grow up with 6 older brothers. She had never given in to her desires before primarily because she had never before met a male as arrogant and infuriating as Draco, leaving her completely unable to control her emotions.
' I'm sure Weasely has no idea how artfull and creative you were in my arms just a minute ago.' He looked at her with disgust. ' Women are such despicable creatures, always pretending to be something they are not.'
' I am not pretending to be anything!' She found her tongue at last. No matterhow vehement her denial might have been, it had a note of falseness about it. Oh hell, who was she kidding.
If she was very truthful, she would admit that she wanted him. That scared her, infact it petrified her. As long as she hid behind her mask, she felt safe, but here she was venturing into new territory one which came with no guarentees and securities. The question was did she trust herself to give herself up freely? She did'nt want to think about any of this right now, and she turned and walked away from him, limping slightly.
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Damn! She left out a frustrated moan. Where was her purple quill? It was her favourite and she seriously needed to get some homework done. All day she was unable to think of nothing but Draco, and now she was very irritated and very angry with herself. She wondered where she could have dropped it and then realised that it must still be in the prefects common room. It must have fallen out of her pocket, when she was busy encouraging Draco's exploration of her.
She turned crimson at the memory, and she angrily pushed the thought away, ashamed of herself. She walked out of the common room, intent on getting her quill back.
' Ginny, where are you going?' The question stopped her dead in her tracts. And she then turned to answer Ron, who had very convieniently forgotten the prescence of Hermione, and now looked at her questioningly.
' Oh I think I left my quill in the library' she tried to smile convincingly, but failed miserably. She turned and made her way out, ignoring the weird looks she was getting.
She made her way to the prefect's common room, and knocked. When she entered she found Draco standing at the fire place.
He looked at her enquiringly. ' I think I left my quill...' Her voice trailed off. He held out her purple quill, and she walked towards him to retrieve it but as soon as she reached to take it, he held it away from her.
She looked at him exasperatedly and tried to take the quill which he now held away from her out of her reach. Getting cross she pushed at him, which was exactly what he wanted, as he encircled her in his arms.
' Gotcha!' he whispered in her ear. She looked into his eyes, which were full of warmth, and lurking in their depths was desire.
That's it for this chapter, more next time. If u leave ur email id I'll let u know when I update this fic. And plz review!
A : I know I was doing some rubbish for the past 2 months, but now I'm gonna enjoy torturing u with this chap and not telling u what's in the next one.
Chapter 5
She whimpered in pain in his arms. Her ankle hurt her terribly. But as the tears rolled down her cheeks, she was forced to acknowledge that there was more to it than just the pain. It was being close to him, bundled against his hard male chest, the scent of his cologne, the strength of his arms wrapped intimately around her. She was very confused.
She managed to register through her haze of tears that they had entered the Prefect's common room, and she was being set down very gently on the sofa. He held her ankle in his hand, slid her shoe off, and removed her socks, and lightly caressed the swelling. She let out a cry of pain.
Before she knew it, he had with him a bowl of warm water and a towel, which he used to apply light pressure on her ankle. He then very gently bandaged it and she could'nt help but run her fingers through his blond hair as it fell in locks over his forehead.
' Draco..' She moaned as he looked up. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and placed her head over his shoulder revelling in it's comfort and warmth.
' Ginny, what are you doing to me..' was the last thing that he forced himself to say, before he fused his lips with hers.
She was completely intoxicated as desire coursed through her viens. She pushed away all thoughts of how inappropriate this was. She did'nt give a damn. All she wanted was to feel his lips over hers, have his hands stroke her, working their magic. He made every fibre within her feel alive.
She wrapped a slender leg around him, as her skirt hitched up. His hand touched the creamy softness of her thigh, and gave it a gentle squeeze. Somewhere in the distance she could hear warning bells in her mind, and she tried to ignore it, but instead of fading away, it just grew louder and louder, until it managed to finally penetrate through the haze of passion.
She rolled out from underneath him, and dropped onto the floor. She scrambled up, trying to maintain her dignity and hold on to her skirt at the same time.
' Don't you think it's a little too late for your show of modesty?'. His expression was unscrutable. Her fingers were fumbling to re-do the top three buttons of her blouse. Strong hands pushed away her trembling ones and within seconds, her buttons were done, and she found herself being turned, her shirt being tucked into her skirt, and the zip being done up.
' You can now go back, and pretend to be a good little girl, infront of Potter and Weasely.'
She cringed on hearing the loath in his tone. It was not her fault, he had no idea what it's like to grow up with 6 older brothers. She had never given in to her desires before primarily because she had never before met a male as arrogant and infuriating as Draco, leaving her completely unable to control her emotions.
' I'm sure Weasely has no idea how artfull and creative you were in my arms just a minute ago.' He looked at her with disgust. ' Women are such despicable creatures, always pretending to be something they are not.'
' I am not pretending to be anything!' She found her tongue at last. No matterhow vehement her denial might have been, it had a note of falseness about it. Oh hell, who was she kidding.
If she was very truthful, she would admit that she wanted him. That scared her, infact it petrified her. As long as she hid behind her mask, she felt safe, but here she was venturing into new territory one which came with no guarentees and securities. The question was did she trust herself to give herself up freely? She did'nt want to think about any of this right now, and she turned and walked away from him, limping slightly.
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Damn! She left out a frustrated moan. Where was her purple quill? It was her favourite and she seriously needed to get some homework done. All day she was unable to think of nothing but Draco, and now she was very irritated and very angry with herself. She wondered where she could have dropped it and then realised that it must still be in the prefects common room. It must have fallen out of her pocket, when she was busy encouraging Draco's exploration of her.
She turned crimson at the memory, and she angrily pushed the thought away, ashamed of herself. She walked out of the common room, intent on getting her quill back.
' Ginny, where are you going?' The question stopped her dead in her tracts. And she then turned to answer Ron, who had very convieniently forgotten the prescence of Hermione, and now looked at her questioningly.
' Oh I think I left my quill in the library' she tried to smile convincingly, but failed miserably. She turned and made her way out, ignoring the weird looks she was getting.
She made her way to the prefect's common room, and knocked. When she entered she found Draco standing at the fire place.
He looked at her enquiringly. ' I think I left my quill...' Her voice trailed off. He held out her purple quill, and she walked towards him to retrieve it but as soon as she reached to take it, he held it away from her.
She looked at him exasperatedly and tried to take the quill which he now held away from her out of her reach. Getting cross she pushed at him, which was exactly what he wanted, as he encircled her in his arms.
' Gotcha!' he whispered in her ear. She looked into his eyes, which were full of warmth, and lurking in their depths was desire.
That's it for this chapter, more next time. If u leave ur email id I'll let u know when I update this fic. And plz review!