My problem with these chapters is that I'm having difficulty with Draco as I don't feel he should suddenly switch to being really nice. I'm better at writing the tension than the actual lovey-dovey bits lol!
What Ginny was fairly sure about was that she would have a great deal of difficulty stopping Draco or herself if she was in that sort of situation too many times. Merlin could that boy kiss!
Ginny served up the pancakes and Draco started on them ravenously only pausing when she sat down on the opposite side of the large table. He put his cutlery down carefully, dabbed his lips on his napkin and only once he had done this asked, "How come you're all the way over there? Afraid I might bite?" he smirked.
Ginny felt a little awkward. "I… I didn't want you to get me in another mess. I'm still going to have to wash my hair again as it is. Scourgify just doesn't make it smell clean." She spooned in a big mouthful of her pancakes with syrup and tried to pretend that was all that was worrying her.
"Don't lie to me." Draco said looking straight at her. "I'm not stupid. You're worried about something." He looked sternly at her.
"Don't be silly." Ginny said unable to look him in the eye. Draco stood up from his chair, walked round the table to her and tilted her head so she had no choice but to look at him.
"Are you going to tell me what's wrong or do I have to force it out of you?" He asked very clearly. When Ginny gasped he realised she thought he meant literally force her.
Draco dropped his hand away from her face. "Merlin, Ginny. I'm not going to hurt you, you idiot; and the fact that you think I would really pisses me off. If you want to know - Your mind is like an open book, if I want to jump in and find out what's going on it won't be too hard, even if I'm not so great at leglimency."
Ginny blushed wondering if he'd been looking at her thoughts while they were kissing earlier.
As if he had read her mind Draco said "And no, I don't go about making a habit of peering into your thoughts. It's difficult; I have to concentrate quite hard as I'm not very skilled, yet… And anyway, I don't really feel that it's right to invade someone's privacy unless it's vitally important."
"What do you mean you're not very skilled…yet?" Ginny asked.
"You answer my question first then I'll tell you." He sneered, returning to his rapidly cooling breakfast and leaving Ginny grasping for explanations…
"And I want the truth or don't bother at all." Draco snapped without looking up from his food.
Ginny sighed and then took a deep breath. "I'm worried that things will go too far with us and I don't think I'm ready." She shot the words out as quickly as she could in the hopes it was less embarrassing. Ginny gave Draco a death glare when he started laughing.
"That's right, go ahead and laugh at me when I've bared my fears to you. I'm sorry I'm not as easy as your previous girlfriends – if that's even what I am." Ginny went to leave the table but Draco grabbed her quickly and pulled her down onto his lap.
"You really are being incredibly stupid today. Any more behaviour like this and I'll send you to St. Mungo's… If you are uncomfortable with something then you'll have to tell me. I'm not going to peer into your thoughts all day just so I can be a better, whatever – boyfriend if you want to put titles on this." Ginny wriggled in his lap but he held her firm.
"Please Ginny, writhing about isn't making this any easier on me. I'm a teenage boy; of course I'm going to want to do certain things with you. I mean you're not that bad looking." He smirked when she stuck her tongue out at him. "Ok you're gorgeous, why would I not want to? But I'm happy to go at whatever speed you're comfortable with. I'm not saying I'll like it but there are always cold showers and at worst I have a hand you know."
Ginny blushed until her face was almost the colour of her hair. "Draco!" she exclaimed.
Draco threw his head back and laughed. "You're the one that keeps saying you've had 20 odd brothers. You should be used to it."
"Six." Ginny muttered, still blushing. "So… you're not mad at me?" she asked.
"Don't be such a bloody wimp Ginny. You'd know if I were mad at you. The only thing I'm pissed about is that you think so badly of me still. You'll need to work on that." He pushed her abruptly upwards. "Come on then you temptress. Let's go look through some of this junk your parent's have dumped on us."
Ginny stood a little unsure about things but feeling happier that Draco wasn't just after her for sex. "Merlin, do we have to? It's going to be so dull." She whined, knowing she sounded like a little kid.
Draco shook his head at her. "And people say I was a spoilt child." He muttered. "It will be something to distract me. Don't you enjoy reading?"
Ginny shook her head. "Not really, I like fiction but anything factual kind of bores me. I'm afraid Hermione would have been perfect for this job."
Draco grinned. "I'm sure the old crackpot's memoirs will be more like a good fiction book anyway from the amount of stuff he got up to."
Ginny sighed. "Fine but if I fall asleep you have to get the coffee." She spelled the plates into the sink where the scrubbing brush started to clean them and trudged her way to the door, Draco's sneaky slap on the arse got her moving a bit quicker and put a smile on her face at least.
Ginny sighed for the fourth time in as many minutes. Draco took no notice of her frustration as he was thoroughly engrossed in a very old looking dragon hide-bound book.
They had decided to take all the boxes of Dumbledore's manuscripts, books and other belongings to the room Draco had dubbed the library as he thought they might need to look up some of the things Dumbledore had written about. Ginny noticed that the room looked a lot tidier since she had been away healing with Madam Pomfrey. Apparently Draco had thought it a little messy and disorderly so throughout the course of the week he had sorted all the books into sections.
When Ginny had seen all of Dumbledore's life long belongings piled into the room like that she had felt immensely sad. His whole life and this was what was left… Other than memories she and others had of him of course. Draco had squeezed her hand gently and begun looking respectfully and carefully through the first box. Ginny had eventually started to help him.
Now however, after having been trying to read for over an hour she was feeling quite bored. "What have you got that's so interesting?" she asked Draco; poking him when he didn't respond.
"Hmm?" said Draco, only just tearing his glance from the page he was so absorbed with.
"I said-" Ginny articulated every word carefully. "What's so interesting?"
"Oh!" Draco seemed to awaken fully at her question and became quite animated. "It's quite fascinating really, I've found what must be a really old diary - it's written just before Dumbledore defeated the dark wizard Grindelwald. He's been talking about all the lives that were being wasted. Dumbledore has mentioned the muggles going to war too – I really want to check it out in more depth but I don't want to stop reading this in case Dumbledore explains more himself. What have you found?"
Ginny grumbled. "Some boring documents about when Dumbledore was on Jury duty. There are really the most tedious of cases, all about people who have broken really small laws, like messing with muggle objects and doing magic in front of muggles. I can't see that there's any point to them." She sighed again and flopped backwards in her seat.
Draco looked torn for a moment but said slowly. "You can swap with me if you want?"
Ginny smiled, she knew he desperately wanted to keep reading where he'd left off. "Sorry Draco – I don't do diaries… I'll just leave these for when you've finished that and look for something more interesting."
Draco nodded and immediately went back to poring over the book. Ginny got up and rummaged through some of the boxes, if Draco had been watching he would have noticed that she avoided anything bound, all the things she picked up to look at were sheets of paper or parchment. Ginny knew she was being a little silly as she doubted Dumbledore would have left anything dangerous just lying around but she wasn't taking any chances.
One of the biggest boxes at the back wasn't full of documents or books at all; it had lots of curious trinkets and other objects in there. The space inside the box was rather like the travelling trunks Draco had bought from Madam Malkin's; whenever Ginny took an item out of the box it slowly grew until it was full size. She was quite surprised when one object, which she had thought looked rather like a small bird bath, had grown until it was very large indeed. There was a strange substance filling the bowl and Ginny couldn't quite make her mind up what it was; she could see that it wasn't quite water but almost seemed like a heavy smoke.
Her father had taken her to see a muggle party once and they had some special type of ice in a bowl which smoked – it remind her a little of that. She remembered at the party she'd wanted to run her hands through the smoke but her Father hadn't let her get too close as none of the muggles were touching it and the two of them were meant to be inconspicuous. Now however she obviously didn't have to worry about giving herself away as a witch so she thought she would feel the swirling thick smoke run through her fingers.
Just as her fingers dipped into the edge of the bowl Draco looked up. "Ginny, wait!" he cried. But it was too late, her body went stiff and her eyes glazed over.
I'm hoping from my brief description you all guessed that the pensieve was the object that I was on about!
Ok, I'm not actually sure if your whole body gets sucked into the pensieve or just your mind but I've always thought that if that was the case then no-one would know you were there and you might get stuck… So I wrote it from the perspective that your mind is in there but your body is left behind.
If you feel that you should be bodily pulled in there then just pretend that's what I wrote lol!
Oh, and I know Ginny didn't get the answer to her question about Draco's leglimency abilities. She's forgotten but I haven't!!