Sorry for the delay in updating, but frankly I have no time
anymore, just college is so hectic, but I will update whenever
I'm free. Thanks to everyone who reviewed. This fic is mainly
about what Ginny feels, although I will try to incorporate the
longings of a Slytherin.
A: I'm sure you've not read the earlier chapter, read that first.
Ruby-servantof-eli : Ah, now if he had just taken her to the infirmary nad gotten her fixed up, he would not have been able to administer his tender loving care. Lol
Captain Pirate Jack Sparrow : thanks for the beta offer, I'll consider it, I have changed the quotations though when ppl talk.
Clare : hi, I'm going to be 19, and mostly I'm describing my own feelings, and I think if we are honest we will realize that this is what any woman feels for a man.
Chapter 6
She stared into his eyes, and she could feel herself melting all over again, all her senses ensnared.
" Draco" she whispered, " this is simply not right."
" Not right for whom? It's perfect for you," he traced a finger along her jawbone, " and me."
" I can't" she whimpered what was supposed to be a strong protest against all her treacherous feelings of longing. Problem was she had no idea who she was trying to convince anymore.
" Ofcourse you can" he said firmly. " Look at me Ginny." He forced her chin up gently, and looked into her eyes.
" Tell me what you see when you look into my eyes" he commanded.
As she gazed into it's depths she was mesmerized by what she saw, and soon she was lost in the tidal wave of emotions, that threatened to consume her, and perhaps even destroy her. What she saw mirrored her own feelings to a large extent. The confusion was very evident, but if she was not mistaken there was also a hint of tenderness.
" You are not doing anything wrong Ginny. There is no need for lies and deception. What you feel for me is as primevial as what any woman feels for a man. It's the age old dance of rythmn, and you just have to fall in with it."
For the moment she was just content to let her head rest against his chest, and push away all the thoughts of betrayal from her mind. The rise and fall of his heart beat was very soothing and relaxing, and served to comfort her in a very basic way, and she was just content to stay there, suspended in space and time.
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She sat in the armchair, the blazing fire doing nothing to dispel the despair and the coldness in her heart. The very feelings, she had ached to experience her whole life, were serving to further perpetuate the pain. From a distance, when viewed, she had envied her peers, surrounded in a haze of romance, and the temporary feeling of bliss that accompanies it. She was standing at a crossroad. She could either choose this path, and embark on a journey of wonderment, though not joy perhaps as it could be short lived. Nevertheless the lessons learnt now, would prove invaluable. Or she could continue down the same road of mindless existence, each day passing by in the same dull monotony, until the days fuse with one another, and she would lose all touch with reality.
She ached to choose this new life, but she was terrified. There were no guarentees, and she did not think that she was capable of picking up the shattered pieces and moving on. And she could not bring herself to dream of a golden horizon. Things simply did not work that way, and she was all to aware of the fact, that this was no fairy tale, and he was no prince on a white stallion out to rescue his lady love. The mere thought was ridiculous.
This mental turmoil was driving her crazy! The wheels just kept spinning on and on, and were now tiring her out. She jumped out of her armchair and decided to go for a walk, which just might help her relax.
She stood at the edge of the lake, gazing out into the distance. It was a very beautiful night, with the moonlight washing over the water in waves. Suddenly a pair of strong arms wrapped itself around her, and although she ought to have been startled and afraid, she felt none of this. It was as if she had been anticipating this, every fibre of her being aching for his touch. She leant back within the circle of his arms, revelling in his warmth.
She closed her eyes, and gave in to the feeling of warmth and security, realising she had never felt more at peace with herself and with her surroundings. She had the irrestible urge to just give in. She was now tired of fighting..
She turned within the circle of his arms, and fused her lips with his. He gave an audible gasp of shock, before moulding her tightly to himself. Each gave as much as demanded, and no matter how much was given more was demanded. Each met the other's passion, due to pent up frustration, until atlast spent, the flame of passion died.
That's it for this chapter, I hope you'll liked it. I will try and update as soon as possible, plz review.
A: I'm sure you've not read the earlier chapter, read that first.
Ruby-servantof-eli : Ah, now if he had just taken her to the infirmary nad gotten her fixed up, he would not have been able to administer his tender loving care. Lol
Captain Pirate Jack Sparrow : thanks for the beta offer, I'll consider it, I have changed the quotations though when ppl talk.
Clare : hi, I'm going to be 19, and mostly I'm describing my own feelings, and I think if we are honest we will realize that this is what any woman feels for a man.
Chapter 6
She stared into his eyes, and she could feel herself melting all over again, all her senses ensnared.
" Draco" she whispered, " this is simply not right."
" Not right for whom? It's perfect for you," he traced a finger along her jawbone, " and me."
" I can't" she whimpered what was supposed to be a strong protest against all her treacherous feelings of longing. Problem was she had no idea who she was trying to convince anymore.
" Ofcourse you can" he said firmly. " Look at me Ginny." He forced her chin up gently, and looked into her eyes.
" Tell me what you see when you look into my eyes" he commanded.
As she gazed into it's depths she was mesmerized by what she saw, and soon she was lost in the tidal wave of emotions, that threatened to consume her, and perhaps even destroy her. What she saw mirrored her own feelings to a large extent. The confusion was very evident, but if she was not mistaken there was also a hint of tenderness.
" You are not doing anything wrong Ginny. There is no need for lies and deception. What you feel for me is as primevial as what any woman feels for a man. It's the age old dance of rythmn, and you just have to fall in with it."
For the moment she was just content to let her head rest against his chest, and push away all the thoughts of betrayal from her mind. The rise and fall of his heart beat was very soothing and relaxing, and served to comfort her in a very basic way, and she was just content to stay there, suspended in space and time.
*********************************************************************
She sat in the armchair, the blazing fire doing nothing to dispel the despair and the coldness in her heart. The very feelings, she had ached to experience her whole life, were serving to further perpetuate the pain. From a distance, when viewed, she had envied her peers, surrounded in a haze of romance, and the temporary feeling of bliss that accompanies it. She was standing at a crossroad. She could either choose this path, and embark on a journey of wonderment, though not joy perhaps as it could be short lived. Nevertheless the lessons learnt now, would prove invaluable. Or she could continue down the same road of mindless existence, each day passing by in the same dull monotony, until the days fuse with one another, and she would lose all touch with reality.
She ached to choose this new life, but she was terrified. There were no guarentees, and she did not think that she was capable of picking up the shattered pieces and moving on. And she could not bring herself to dream of a golden horizon. Things simply did not work that way, and she was all to aware of the fact, that this was no fairy tale, and he was no prince on a white stallion out to rescue his lady love. The mere thought was ridiculous.
This mental turmoil was driving her crazy! The wheels just kept spinning on and on, and were now tiring her out. She jumped out of her armchair and decided to go for a walk, which just might help her relax.
She stood at the edge of the lake, gazing out into the distance. It was a very beautiful night, with the moonlight washing over the water in waves. Suddenly a pair of strong arms wrapped itself around her, and although she ought to have been startled and afraid, she felt none of this. It was as if she had been anticipating this, every fibre of her being aching for his touch. She leant back within the circle of his arms, revelling in his warmth.
She closed her eyes, and gave in to the feeling of warmth and security, realising she had never felt more at peace with herself and with her surroundings. She had the irrestible urge to just give in. She was now tired of fighting..
She turned within the circle of his arms, and fused her lips with his. He gave an audible gasp of shock, before moulding her tightly to himself. Each gave as much as demanded, and no matter how much was given more was demanded. Each met the other's passion, due to pent up frustration, until atlast spent, the flame of passion died.
That's it for this chapter, I hope you'll liked it. I will try and update as soon as possible, plz review.