Chapter Six: Remarkable Realization and a Phobic for Pumpkin Juice
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A trouble faced boy paced back and forth in the silent Slytherin Common Room of the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
He would walk a few steps and then sleek back his hair in annoyance and then he would take a few more steps and brushed his lips lightly with his fingers looking perplexed.
She kissed me, how dare she befoul my divine lips… He paced a few more steps. And I had let her… No, I had returned her kiss. What a fool I am… the boy stopped and rubbed his temple, trying to recapture the memory of the earlier hour.
She had pushed him against the wall. They were kissing…he felt her close in the space between them. He remembered her scent… the softness of her body, her luscious lips. She was forceful yet placid. He had felt the spark they shared. A feeling of desire emit through his heart. And there was another stir in his body …a sense of…belonging.
He had underestimated her, it was his fault, and he knew that. If he hadn't brought up the subject of kissing, god, if he hadn't given her a detention in the first place, he wouldn't be in this situation.
Why did he bring up kissing anyways? It had nothing to do with their argument whatsoever. Was he, Draco Malfoy actually daring her, Ginny Weasley, to kiss him? Did he want it? He knew somehow that the youngest Weasley would take his challenge…he knew the trouble he would be in if she did…yet he had gone on poking the sleeping dragon with a twig. Yet, he had experienced a sensation of a fulfillment though out his body when he grasped the idea that the fiery red head was going to prove him wrong.
Did she like the kiss? He really didn't know. He was too wrapped up on what he was feeling. Draco had blindly returned her kiss without realizing and she had let him just as he had let her, but wasn't she the one that pulled away when he tried to wrap his arms around her? Didn't she leave with out a word to the baffle "sex god" of Hogwarts? And Draco swore he saw her grin victoriously as she stepped into the firelight behind the painting of the snoring Fat Lady. And that is when he realized that she had won and he had lost.
He didn't really cared what she felt at the moment. He didn't care if she was as puzzled as he was, or even if the kiss had any effect on her at all. It was himself, who he was worried about. Draco had snogged other girls before, of course, but those were meaningless fun. It gets quite boring after a while, however when Ginny Weasley left him standing, he felt like a task was unfinished. He wanted to know what it would be like to hold her in his arms and snogg her 'till the glorious morning comes, and perhaps even longer…would the feelings and the thrill of the kiss last or would it just fade away like it always did with the other girls?
After getting his first taste of Ginny Weasley, he was addicted. He wanted to kiss her again, wanted to smell her perfume again, wanted to feel the warmth of her body against his…
And he was ashamed if these forbidden feelings.
We don't belong…we never will.
Ha! Did I ever prove him wrong! Ginny Weasley…a bad kisser, puh-leass, what would I give to see his face again. She smiled as she remembered the stupid look of shock plastered on the sneering git. Though,her triumph really didn't last long. She was taken back that Malfoy, the Slytherin king of "purebloods" would actually return a kiss to a Weasley, a "disgrace" to all purebloods because of their love of muggles.
Her legs almost went weak when she felt his cool lips close around hers. She had let that dream come true. Her competitive spirit had overcome her sense of sanity.
Ginny Weasley groaned and pulled her blanket over her head. How did her day end like this? She was in detention, Malfoy "walked" her to the portrait of the Fat Lady, Michael Corner wanted to attack her, there was an argument, a challenge, and then they were snogging each other…and she liked it…she liked it a lot. Ginny always knew from rumors that Draco Malfoy was a good kisser, but the truth is, he is better than all the guys that Ginny had snogged and that is saying something. She had felt a spark between them, a craze of desire. Ginny was sure if she hadn't pulled away, she would have been there with him until the world ended. She can't show that she lost to his charm while trying to seduce him. She was really good at hiding her feeling…she can't have the ice prince know that she lost also.
But I did win…didn't I?
If I did then winning feels worse the being defeated…
The lazy sunshine of a Sunday afternoon beamed with brightness. Not a cloud was in the sky. The birds chirped happily, other unknown beats chirped happily, the students chirped happily, so basically everyone was happy…except for two people who just happened to dread the hour they were going to meet each other again. Therefore, both Ginny Weasley and Draco Malfoy stayed behind in their beds, pretending to be sick and faking to throw up on any body would approach them. They really didn't know what they were going to do about the incident last night. Both just simply lay in their beds trying to think of happy thoughts, but unfortunately their minds drifted toward each other.
( Ginny's thoughts----Draco's thoughts )
Wonder what Weasley's doing…Wonder what Malfoy's doing.
Probably thinking about me… that devious red head.
Probably thinking about himself…that stupid butt face...
I have no idea what to do when I see her next time.
I have no idea what to do if I see him…
Should I pretend nothing happened…that is going to be hard since Weasley is a hell of a kisser…
I think I will pretend nothing had happened…but there is no way that I won't turn beet red…stupid dream that have to come true…stupid competitive spirit…
(Both parties collected their thoughts on what they would say to each other when they meet for about a minute until they both sat up and gasped.)What if Weasley told?
What if Malfoy told?
The shame I have landed myself in…tsk, tsk…some how I really don't regret it.
I will kill him! What have I done? I have just committed social suicide! Crap! Ron will kill me!
That poseur brother of hers will be oh so angry if he found out…so I don't think she would dumb enough to tell…I am more of a threat to her than she is to me…but then again…Ikle Ronniskins can do the unbelievable to me...
I have to make a deal with …Malfoy…I have the advantage…I have to let her know that I am a threat. (He smirked at the thought.)
But that means…talking to him…(her large hazel eyes grew large.)
That means talking to her…maybe she will go bonkers again and kiss me…though I don't think I would mind.Argh…I kissed him, what was I thinking? Idiot, idiot, idiot…
(The Slytherin sneered wickedly while the Gryffindor blushed angrily.)
Yes, I think I like kissing her…
I will never do that ever again! NEVER!It's wrong, disturbing, and outrageous...
It's WRONG, WRONG, WRONG…
But…
But…
Why do I feel like I want to hug Dobby?
Why do I feel all hot and flustered? .
Must be because I'm hungry…
I guess I'm dehydrated…
"Ginny, why are you drinking water?" Ron said looking flummoxed at the idea that any one would drink water.
"Um…I'm thirsty Ron…that's what you drink when you get dehydrated…" Ginny said slowly so that her brother could understand.
"But there's pumpkin juice. Everyone loves pumpkin juice," Ron exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air.
"I prefer not to," Ginny said looking a bit green. That dreadful nightmare…now I can't even drink pumpkin juice without throwing up…
"Why? Ginny is there something you need to tell me?" Ron said his ears turning red.
Oh, great…he thinks I'm pregnant.
"Ron, you idiot…" Ginny said and turned towards Harry and Hermione for help. Harry looked down to his plate pretending to be eating but Ginny could tell he was about to burst into laughter, and Hermione gave her a pitying look and pulled Ron to face her.
Thank you Hermione!"Ron lets go to the library! I can help you with your charms homework." The bushy haired brunette said and pulled Ron out of the Great Hall without waiting for an answer. Ginny watched until they were out of sight and turned towards Harry.
"Aren't you going to follow them?" she asked the grinning boy.
"Er…no, I think I will leave them be." He said and winked at Ginny.
"Oh…I see…have you seen Olivia?" Ginny said looking around the tables as if she might have missed looked her friend but she was careful not to look over the Slytherin table.
"Nope, she's not always around much anymore is she…" Harry said looking around with Ginny.
"Yeah…that's odd…" Ginny said and pulled a lock of her hair mindlessly and got up to leave for her first class of the day. "I will see you in class then Harry."
"Alright, don't worry about Olivia, she always turns up…eventually." Harry said and turned towards Seamus and Dean to talk about Quidditch."
Yeah…I guess…
Ginny sighed and walked towards the east wing. It has been five days since her detention. Five long, dreadful, tiring days. Everywhere she goes, Draco Malfoy seemed to be there. And to make matters worse, he didn't seemed to be as miserable as Ginny was. Either that or was he hiding it very well. They have not spoken to each other at all, not even to make a taunting remark. It was as if they don't even know each other. And Ginny hated it. She was sure that if the kiss in the corridor never happened, she would be overjoyed to have Malfoy not bothering her, but now, she just find it extremely awkward. And there's always the fear of him telling the school about how the little Weasley girl shamelessly snogged a Slytherin… the horror.
Draco watched as Ginny Weasley entered the classroom of Defense against the Dark Arts with her head held high and a smile on her face like she was the most carefree person in the world, and this angered him.
It had been five days since their kiss and it seemed like five years. Everywhere he went there was the red head, laughing and smiling prettily with her little Gryffindor friends. She was obviously nowhere near as miserable and confused as Draco was. Either that, or she is hiding it extremely well. Does she think that if neither of them brought the subject up, that it can be forgotten? Well, Draco Malfoy won't have that.
A clinking of heels told the students that Miss Vicky has arrived. This time, she was only about 15 min. late, which is a great improvement for the woman with big broad shoulders, who has been caught going out of the boy's toilet by Ginny Weasley.
Clenched in her hands with the long red fingernails was a roll of parchment. She approached her desk and gave what she thought was a small secretive wink to Draco (the whole class saw) and unrolled the parchment.
"Ooooookay!" Miss Vicky said in her deep booming manly voice and looked up to the rows of students. "As you know, I have the list of partners that will be participating in this year's great event. There was some um…problems…so I made a new partner list. Please do not complain, the teacher always knows best!"
Draco sighed and leaned back into his seat. Great, she lost the old list…well, I will probably end up with Parkinson…life really bites at the point.
"Okay…hm...Let's see…" Miss Vicky said and scanned down the list. "Ashwell and Redwall, Potter and Patil, Ron Weasley and Granger, Lovegood and Zabini, Parkinson and Longbottom…"
Didn't know that Loony Lovegood was in this class…serves Zabini right. Draco smirked as he looked over at Blaise whose face was turning into a shade of purple as he watched Lovegood humming carelessly under her breath.
"And our last and final partner, Malfoy and Ginny Weasley!"
"Huh?" Draco said in surprise. And then there was a loud thud that told everyone the youngest Weasley had fallen off her seat in shock.
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