When she stopped, he turned so that they were standing directly in front of each other, so close that she could feel his chest pressing against her. Neither one of them dropped their arms.
She caught his eyes and looked into them searchingly. He held her gaze and brought his free hand up to put some hair behind her ear, sliding his hand down along her jaw. His eyes lowered to her lips and the arm around her shoulders lowered to her back. She felt him pull her in and saw him drawing his face nearer her own before she closed her eyes. Her free hand found his shoulder just before she felt his lips tentatively brush her own.
When she rose up on her toes ever so slightly to return the kiss he gently applied a little more pressure. She felt his lips move against her and she gripped his robes in her fists as his hand ran up into her hair. She pushed herself up further and felt his lips gently part. She was sure she would fall if he released her. Her head was buzzing and everything was tingling.
She parted her own lips and he deepened the kiss. As soon as she tasted him she wrapped her arms tighter and he felt her fingernails and she renewed her grip on his robes. She felt his hand grip her waist and whimpered quietly as his other hand slid down to her neck.
She tried to take a step closer to him but she was already as close as she could get. He moaned as she pushed herself up and put more force into the kiss. He met her energy eagerly. She tasted so sweet. He lost himself in the feel of her.
When they pulled apart, she merely lowered herself back to her heels as he rested his cheek on her head. Their hold on each other may have relaxed a little, but neither moved to seperate. "What's happening, Draco?"
"I don't know," he whispered, "whatever it is, it's dangerous."
"We'll survive," she said, pressing her face into his shoulder. "We'll find a way."
"We should talk to Dumbledore," he said after a moment.
She smiled. "Did you hear what you just said?"
He smiled as well, "Yes. I told you; you drove me mad."
Tilting her head back so her chin rested on his chest, she looked up at him. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
He pressed his lips to hers again. He was slightly surprised by the speed with which she rose up to him, but accepted it eagerly. After all, if Ginevra Weasley, lively Gryffindor, knew such emptiness, darkness, and pain, Draco Malfoy, subtle Slytherin, would have to know comfort, joy, and love for the universe to be balanced, right?
fin
A/N yes, this is the end. this was a story about how they got together, about balance, about actions and reactions, about cause and effect. what happens next is just life.