Ok. Here's the other short chapter. I promise that I will try not to make any more short ones, ever. But, no guarentees.
Chapter 16
Draco was the first one to arrive in the sitting room this time and he waited for Ginny. 1:30 came and passed and there was still no sign of her. Just when he had decided that she wasn't going to make it, he heard someone on the stairs. "Damn, that hurt!" There was no mistaking Ginny's whisper as she came into the room limping slightly.
"You're late, Weasley." Draco drawled. "Sorry, Hermione got up to use the loo. I had to wait until she was back asleep. Now, what did you want to see me for, again?" she asked as she came over to him. Draco took both of her hands in his and pulled her against him. He kissed her gently at first then as they moved over to the couch, their kisses got much more intense. She laid back and rested her head on a pillow and he lay down next to her. He started exploring her body with his hands as they kissed.
When Draco tried to go up Ginny's shirt, she stopped him. "I'm not ready for that, yet" she told him. He agreed and they continued kissing. After a little while, they just lay there holding each other and talking. "Are you upset with me that I'm not ready to go to the next step?" she asked. He didn't answer for a moment because he wanted to get his words right. "Gin, I love you and I want to be with you. If that means that we have to take things at a slower speed, that's fine with me. I just want to make you happy." Ginny was glad to hear him say that. She didn't know how experienced Draco was, but it had to be more than she was. She had had a couple of boyfriends, but Michael Corner had never even kissed her and Dean Thomas didn't last long enough to even hold her hand.
Little did the happy couple know that they were being watched. There was someone at the top of the stairs looking down into the room; it was Harry. When Draco left the room, he woke up. Then a little bit later, he heard footsteps going past his door and looked out to see Ginny's head disappearing down the stairs. Now, here he was, the Boy who Lived, spying like a jealous little prat. That should be me with Ginny he thought. How could I have let this happen? Shaking his head, he turned and silently crept back upstairs leaving them alone once again.
At around 4 a.m., they decided that they should head back to bed. Sneaking back into their rooms, they both fell asleep almost immediately dreaming of each other.
I know, I know. Harry is a little stalkerish. But these things only get worse before they get better. We'll just have to wait and see. Actually, I already know what happens since I've already written it. hehehehehe