A/N: It has been too long. I am crazy stressed. I will try to write over break and see what happens. Wish me luck!
Chapter 21: The Inevitable
Ginny was having a very serious internal debate. On the one hand… he was fit. Incredibly so. His eyes were like glistening pools of molten gold and she would drown in them any day.
Well, perhaps not quite that poetic, but close. He was easily one of the ten fittest students at Hogwarts. Maybe even top five. And he was fun. His whole aura (not that Ginny believed in auras, mind you, it was more… a feeling) was playful and energetic with a touch of mischief and recklessness that was just so...
Ginny felt herself blushing, and mentally scolded herself for it. Really, she was better than that. But her lip was still trapped between her teeth as she worried it, shooting surreptitious glances over Blaise's form. Should she? It was obvious he wouldn't mind it if she did, but she wasn't sure it was the right thing to do.
But he was so nice!
Not that she'd ever thought that about a Slytherin, but it was true! He'd been nice to her ever since they met. Which, when she thought about it, wasn't all too long ago. Then again, this was school. Things always moved faster here than in the real world, being in close proximity constantly. Like tonight. She'd had a rush when he'd snuck in to see her, after Snape had left, walking away with Malfoy.
Odd. She still wasn't entirely sure what Zabini saw in her, since he was such good friends with Malfoy. Then again, if what Malfoy had said earlier was true…
They think you're attractive. Both of them.
She still found it hard to believe Malfoy found her at all desirable, but Blaise… well, that bit was obvious.
She ignored his comment as her thoughts debated themselves, instead asking, "Why are you here, Zabini?" It wasn't accusatory – or even suspicious – just curious.
The black haired boy's smirk remained intact. "Well, I thought I should see you sober. You know… just… make sure everything's alright. You got back okay, that's good. Did you see the potion I left for you?"
Ginny nodded, smiling. "Very gentlemanly," she teased.
Blaise sat up straight, "I happen to be quite chivalrous, I'll have you know." His tone was practically a mockery of the posh elite, but the playful teasing was obvious. As was the wolfish gleam of his smile.
Oh, she wanted to. Badly. But wouldn't that make her-
She needed to stop thinking in these terms. She could do whatever the fuck she wanted. She didn't care what people thought of her, especially since they were always wrong. She couldn't keep this mindset that society had bashed into her skull. Kissing him wouldn't make her easy or slutty. It made her Ginny Weasley. And Ginny Weasley knows what she wants, and goes for it.
She hopped off the table, stepping to stand in front of the boy who was still smirking in front of her.
He didn't make a move.
Ginny appreciated it. It meant that she could take her time to make her decision. But the self-inflicted waiting was agony. Delicious agony, yes, but still agony.
She felt her pulse hammering in her chest, the adrenaline making her body sing with nervous energy as she approached him. Or maybe that was the chance that Snape could walk in at any moment. Nope, not thinking of that – think of-
She lost her train of thought as her eyes rested on beautiful full lips. How was he allowed to be so gorgeous? That just wasn't fair to the universe.
She realized she'd been staring when his lips opened into a wider smile, and she immediately flicked her eyes up to meet his. She looked away again as she saw the intensity with which he was looking at her, and she saw her thighs hit his knees at the same time as she felt it.
Never before had Ginny thought of herself as a swooner. But he was most certainly swoon-worthy.
She tentatively placed her hands on his knees, drumming them against the fabric of his trousers. It was so odd. She'd done this sort of thing with boys before – Michael, Dean – but every time, there was a newness to it that was just… exhilarating. And this time it just felt… less stressful. She felt less on the spot. She was the one in control of the situation.
Ginny looked up and her chocolaty brown eyes met his golden hazel. She felt giddy and breathless and utterly silly. "Hi." She smiled, almost wryly, practically joking with him even as her hands rested on his knees, her legs hitting his, their breaths sharing the same air.
He took the hint, and leaned in, his smile mischievous. "Hi," he returned, his quiet murmur like an echo of hers.
She wasn't usually the one to make the first move for the first kiss. Actually, she'd never done it before. So, feeling silly for it, she gave herself a mental countdown.
5…
She inched her face just slightly closer to his.
4…
Unconsciously, she licked her lips, all too focused on that area at the moment.
3…
She could do this. She could totally do this.
2…
Her vision was focused in.
1…
She went for it. Her stomach flipped as she met his lips, and that New Relationship Energy was thrumming through her. Not that this was a relationship or-
The thoughts couldn't even stay in her head. Things seemed to be swimming behind her eyes – thoughts, warnings, emotions, reminders – but she was too focused on that white hot energy the kiss gave her.
At first, it was sweet. Their little exchange of greetings had promised that. Then came the rush of nervous energy that went along with making out during detention. Then the crash of forbidden romance. The swell of unresolved sexual tension, thanks to last night's interactions. Perhaps every first kiss was a symphony to Ginny, but this was surely one of the best she'd heard.
Their kiss was a steady give and take, each teasing the other, then backing off, each being pleased in turn. She nipped at his bottom lip gently, and his answering chuckle sounded practically drunk. It was a heady thing, kissing.
At some point she became vaguely aware that she'd moved, and she assumed they'd been that way for a while. When she pulled away, breathing heavily, she took stock of their new position. He'd widened his legs, pulling her closer so her hips were against the edge of the desk, his hands gently holding her waist. Somehow, her hands had made their way to his chest, and she had grabbed a hold of his shirt, pulling him toward her.
"What?" He asked, quietly, watching her examine their position, a similar lazy grin on his features as she now held on hers.
She shook her head. "Nothing," she murmured, and her voice was slightly breathless. She sounded stupid. She didn't care.
"Then get back here," he growled, playfully, as one hand reached up to cup her face, drawing her to him for another kiss.
