Sorry it's been so long. I am in the middle of a rediculously busy term at school. I know I know, this should be my number one priority but they tell me A levels and uni is important too o0
Ok, just a quickie I'm afraid, but there will be more shortly so keep checking back, and remember reviews make me a happy bunny so keep the love coming my way. Love love love x
"So, you're telling me that you need to go to the library and do your potions essay instead of coming to Madam Rosemerta's with us?" Sebastian Black asked slowly, while finishing a mouthful of roast lamb over dinner that night, trying to understand what was going through his friends mind.
"That's right" Draco said impatiently.
"But you always come" Crabbe told him, pointing out the blatantly obvious once again.
"I don't want to go" he said in that dangerous monotonic voice of his that warned all around him to back away for fear of death.
The Slytherin boys shrugged and strode out together.
Draco watched them leave. Even he had to admit they looked striking. All the Slytherin boys were good looking rich kids, who got the best looking girls and wore the most expensive robes. They were each outrageously arrogant, completely charming and completely aware of it.
The same went for the Slytherin girls. There was a special group of them, the sort of girls that seek each other out and make friends instantly. Each was tall and skinny, with long legs, perfect hair, the most up to date looks and the best shoes.
These were the children who were born with classic good looks, flawless taste and the most cunning minds. They had the finest blood in the wizarding world, and were the most dangerous students at Hogwarts.
Draco's mind began to wonder as he finished his supper. All this was true, but lately he, who was the head of all the Slytherins, was feeling like a shadow of his former self. Over the last few weeks, his world had been consumed with thoughts and dreams of a certain red head.
It was no longer annoying, but instead, it was worrying. Slowly it was turning into an obsession. There was no escape from the regularity of the dream's, his mind was filled with the look in her eyes, the look he saw every day in the great hall and in the corridors. Never before had he felt this way. He was in a foul mood, all the time. Mainly because he was shattered all the time. He had no appetite, no humour, no thoughts that didn't contain her! God, he was going mad!
He could feel it! Madness flowing through his veins…pumping through his system…contorting his mind…consuming his very being!
He threw his cutlery down, and stood up suddenly. Enough! Enough of these thoughts and feelings! He marched out of the great hall and to the Slytherin Common room, where he continued to pace wildly like a panther in a cage.
It was all too much. He felt like dying of excess.
He flung open the little cabinet by the main armchair and seized a bottle of single malt whiskey. He needed a drink.
Ginny sat in the empty library, her head bent over an enormous ancient runes text book, eyes half shut. It was a cold night and while most of her friends had decided to sneak into Hogsmeade, Ginny had opted for a peaceful night in the library. Hah. After this she was going to steal some pumpkin and lemon sorbet and go read a romance novel in bed.
She shook her head slightly and focused her eyes. Concentrating on Goblin Rebellions was one hell of a task.
Just then she heard the doors hitting the walls, and looked up to see Malfoy staggering into the library.
He looked truly awful. Big dark circles beneath his eyes, creased robes…and he seemed to have lost the art of balance.
Ginny giggled…was he…drunk?
The librarian certainly thought so.
"Mr Malfoy, you are drunk!" she exclaimed in disgust at the dishevelled, yet completely handsome young man before her.
"And you are ugly. But I shall be sober in the morning" he slurred at her.
Ginny couldn't help but laugh. As she did so, his head snapped up and his wild eyes suddenly focused.
"Where….is….she?" he mumbled to himself, obviously believing the sound to be a figment of his madness.
Ginny gathered her stuff up quickly. If he was going to make a scene, she would rather it wasn't in front of a crowd. She strode confidently past Malfoy and out the door, smelling the whisky on his clothes.
"Weasel" he snarled, following her down the dark corridor. She stopped under one of the archways, just below a torchlight and looked up at him. His eyes looked wild once more. There was a mixture of contempt, anger, desire and confusion burning within them.
"What is it?"
"You bitch" he spat eventually. There was malice in his cold voice. Ginny looked up at him, suddenly frightened of him.
He slowly moved forward, until she was backed up against the cold, hard, stone wall. His eyes continued to glare into hers, the hatred obvious.
She could feel her breathing quicken and her stomach knot. This wasn't part of the plan. This had nothing to do with it.
Then she saw his eyes flash a different emotion quickly, almost unnoticeably; a spark of laughter. Suddenly Ginny understood what was happening. He felt victorious. He had her backed against a wall with tears in her eyes. He was winning!
She let a smile work its way to her lips and looked him straight in the eyes with hers emanating lust, desire and a promise of danger.
Slowly, she moved her free hand up his right leg, which was now pressed right against hers. Inching it further up, she could feel his vibe change, and his eyes glaze. Gently, her hand travelled over the crotch of his trousers and she let her fingertips glide over the slightly pulsating bulge that she had created. She focused on his eyes again, they were wide with confusion and curiosity. She let her head rest against the wall behind her and let out a little moan, knowing that she was giving Malfoy the perfect opportunity to kiss her neck.
Slowly, he bent his head down, as though in a trance…and ran the tip of his nose along her throat, taking in the unbelievably good smell of her…his mind was a tangle of drunken desire and his body was powerless to her little fingers…he let himself lick the soft skin just below her left ear…let his tongue taste her smooth flesh…he was wrong, if he was going to die of excess it would be now…to finally touch her felt so good…and so bad…was that a moan? Oh Gods…
"Draco…" she whispered softly. He raised his head and looked her in the eye once more, his were hazy with insane desire. Her lips were so red…they slipped open again, and curled into a mischievous smile as she said…
"Bugger off"
Using his momentary confusion, she pushed him away from her, hitched up her books and flounced off down the hall, giggling as she did so.
Draco stayed where he was for a while, staring down the hall in dumbfounded disbelief.
When what had just happened set in, the only thing that ran through his head was…
WHAT?
He let out an angry yell, and stalked back to the dungeons in as foul a mood as ever, promising himself that she would rue the day he made a fool of him.