-1Dead Again
By: Therion
Summery:
The spirits of two dead lovers come back to complete their final scene, but within the bodies of others.
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Chapter Two: Conflicting Emotions
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This mattress is too hard. Was the first thought going through Ginny's head that day. When she tried opening her eyes she was met with the blinding light of the sunshine through the window, enough to acknowledgement the beginning of a very painful headache. "What the fuck!" Why had she forgotten to closed the drapes last night? Why was the sun shining in her eyes, her bed doesn't face the window. She also discovered the first of many discoveries that day, the face that the mattress was also not a mattress but a pale shoulder.
"Why Weasley I didn't know you had such a dirty mouth. Surprising, but not unexpected after last night, though," was drawled from the pillows to her left. Realizing just who was between the sheets with her, Ginny turned pale enough to his complexion competition.
"Oh Merlin! Get out!" She pushed him as hard as she could and sent him fumbling off the bed. Growing up with six brothers gave her enough muscles to push his scrawny white ass off the bed. While thinking about this later, Ginny decided that was not the best choice of action, because while she didn't want to be in the same bed with Malfoy, she also didn't want to see him laying naked on the lush carpet.
"Well, I never had a girl kick me out of the bed the morning after." He said while
shamelessly lounging about on the floor.
With a red face Ginny marveled at how comfortable he was being nude in front her. But on remembering his supposed number of conquests, she realized he must spend more time naked than clothed. Become conscious of the fact that he was waiting for a response she blurted out
"Sorry, I don't stroke your ego."
Rising from the floor and placed both hands down in front of her on the bed and whispered, "You didn't seem to objected to stroking me last night."
"JUST GET OUT!"
Who does that Weasel think she is? It was one of the many thoughts floating around in Draco's mind. It was, also, one of the nicer phrased thoughts. On the stroll down the to the Slytherin dungeons, which was a rather long stroll, Draco could be seen waltzing down the corridors with his cloak billowing so dramatically to make Snape, the Cloak Billowing King of Drama himself, jealous.
After this morning encounter at 'Terror Tower,' as he un - affectionately called it, his mode had been unpleasant at best. No one had ever rejected him before, never mind a Gryffindor. And he had actually considered to continue the actives from the night before, Merlin only knows what came over them then. He was smart enough to realize some type of magic had been used on them. Why else would A Malfoy and a Weasley shag like bunnies. Whatever it was, was stronger he could feel the after effects of a spell that strong. It made his hair stand on end.
Angry at himself for letting his guard down enough so that little slip of girl could hex him, muttered, "No one tells a Malfoy what to do, not even Abigail." His anger was so immense he failed to realized he called her by the wrong name.
For being a Saturday that day pasted very slowly. Ginny was trying to distract herself from Draco, really she was, but no matter what she did her thoughts always ended up on Draco. It was unnerving. She even tried to do her potions homework (which was really dismissive try, as potions never kept her attention for longer than 5 minutes). She was in shock. She was a Gryffindor and had sex with a Slytherin. AND it just had to be the king of all Slytherin. What had possessed her to do that? She hadn't even liked him to begin with. It was that room and what that windy thing was. She had just felt so…so involved. She had been overwhelmed with the emotion, hers and whatever had taken control over her. There anger, sadness, lust, love, and need. It was the need that got her, it was the most powerful of all of them. She could still feel in it, around her, but it was merely a fragment of what it was before. The scary part was that there was a need for something that was not only for Draco but for something or some one else. The worst part is, even with the family feuds and inter- house rivalry, all she really think about was how great an ass he had.
Something about last night had changed. She felt different from before, smarter maybe, but more devious. The way she saw Draco was changing. He was somehow more attractive. Blonde hair was never something she liked, it made him look to effeminate, but now it just seemed to increase his desirability. Why would she find that appalling shade of blonde a good thing, when she had liked dark hair all her life is a mystery. He was too tall, she had to stand on her toes to reach his nose. And let's not forget that he was rude. He also didn't get along with her family, and never would. He was a Slytherin. That stupid smirk. He was a white as a ghost. These anti - Draco reasons were just starting to lose their kick, and the gods should shiver in fright because they were becoming pro - Draco reasons. Oh there was definitely something wrong with her.
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