If Only
Jeni Draco's Girl
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Jeni left the Ravenclaw commonroom on her way to breakfast two days later. She was extremely confused and slightly scared by what had happened two days ago. Emily in particular, as she had no idea what to do. She couldn't make Draco do anything! And half of her didn't want to anyway.
She reached the stairs down to the entrance hall, and half way down, glanced around. She couldn't see Draco anywhere. All she had to do was hurry through the crowd and over to the Ravenclaw table and she'd be safe. At least until after breakfast.
When she was almost at the bottom of the stairs, she gave one last, quick look around, and then made a break for it. She had almost reached the Great Hall what someone grabbed her roughly by her upper arm, causing her to squeak, and pulled her very hard over to the entrance to the corridor to the dungeons. Jeni shut her eyes as she was backed up against the wall. She wanted to prolong finding out it was Emily for as long as possible. She rested her head back against the cold stone, and ventured a peek out of one eye, only to shut it again in an instant.
It was Draco.
He had his hands against the wall on either side of her shoulders, trapping her, and his face was barely an arm's length from her's. Her heart was racing – why couldn't he just leave her alone?
Jeni realised she would have to open her eyes eventually, so she took a deep breath and did. Only to find herself staring straight into Draco's and unable to look away, like a deer staring into headlights. Her breathing became heavier.
'You didn't need to resort to physical violence last time, you know.'
Jeni found herself speechless.
'All you had to do was say "yes". Just one little word.'
'But I...' she stuttered. Jeni tried to step forward, away from the wall, but in a split second she found herself back against it, with her hands up beside her head. Her wrists felt tingly where Draco was holding them. She couldn't move now, but his strength did not surprise her – especially after the way he'd lifted her like a feather in the hospital wing.
Her eyes were still locked with Draco's, and all her concentration was on freeing herself from his grip, a useless effort, so when he stepped forward breaking their eye-contact, she had only a millisecond to think and instinctively close her eyes before he kissed her.
For a short period of time, Jeni's mind went blank. The logic in her brain was the first to come back to the present day, and it automatically tried to pull away. But the solid stone behind her prevented this, and it had only been a half-attempt as her heart was quite enjoying the flashing heat rushing through her tummy and up through her chest, flaring briefly everywhere that she could feel Draco's body touching her's – his stomach, torso and forearms locking her's against the wall. His fingers glided up from her wrists to lace gently through her's. She'd never really been kissed before, not like this, and she wondered for a moment if there was another way. But just when her muscles were starting to relax, and her knees were turning into jelly, Draco stopped. It was a good thing he was holding her up, as she could barely support herself. If she had been able to move she would have pulled him back, kissed him again, but she couldn't, and a second later Jeni snapped back to the present as Draco started talking.
'So,' he said, releasing her hands and stepping back. Jeni's arms dropped to her sides, and she felt oddly cold without him. 'I'll meet you down here on Sunday at nine.' He smiled at her in that devastatingly handsome way that melted her heart before turning and walking into the Great Hall.
Jeni looked after them, her heart and gaze full of longing, her brain full of anger and contempt at his presumption. Her knees finally gave way and she dropped to the floor, letting her head thud back against the stone. She closed her eyes and groaned.
What was she going to do?
Jeni knew she couldn't, wouldn't, avoid going on Sunday, but she felt like she was betraying Char. Her head was full of the memory of Draco lips on her's, the heat, the sweetness and the spontaneity of the moment.
It didn't even cross her mind to think of the jealous Slytherin who had seen the whole event.
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Ohhh...how sweet...R&R! many thanks and tasty jellybeans to all!...except those who don't review...you can have the pepper and earwax flavours.
Jeni Draco's Girl
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Jeni left the Ravenclaw commonroom on her way to breakfast two days later. She was extremely confused and slightly scared by what had happened two days ago. Emily in particular, as she had no idea what to do. She couldn't make Draco do anything! And half of her didn't want to anyway.
She reached the stairs down to the entrance hall, and half way down, glanced around. She couldn't see Draco anywhere. All she had to do was hurry through the crowd and over to the Ravenclaw table and she'd be safe. At least until after breakfast.
When she was almost at the bottom of the stairs, she gave one last, quick look around, and then made a break for it. She had almost reached the Great Hall what someone grabbed her roughly by her upper arm, causing her to squeak, and pulled her very hard over to the entrance to the corridor to the dungeons. Jeni shut her eyes as she was backed up against the wall. She wanted to prolong finding out it was Emily for as long as possible. She rested her head back against the cold stone, and ventured a peek out of one eye, only to shut it again in an instant.
It was Draco.
He had his hands against the wall on either side of her shoulders, trapping her, and his face was barely an arm's length from her's. Her heart was racing – why couldn't he just leave her alone?
Jeni realised she would have to open her eyes eventually, so she took a deep breath and did. Only to find herself staring straight into Draco's and unable to look away, like a deer staring into headlights. Her breathing became heavier.
'You didn't need to resort to physical violence last time, you know.'
Jeni found herself speechless.
'All you had to do was say "yes". Just one little word.'
'But I...' she stuttered. Jeni tried to step forward, away from the wall, but in a split second she found herself back against it, with her hands up beside her head. Her wrists felt tingly where Draco was holding them. She couldn't move now, but his strength did not surprise her – especially after the way he'd lifted her like a feather in the hospital wing.
Her eyes were still locked with Draco's, and all her concentration was on freeing herself from his grip, a useless effort, so when he stepped forward breaking their eye-contact, she had only a millisecond to think and instinctively close her eyes before he kissed her.
For a short period of time, Jeni's mind went blank. The logic in her brain was the first to come back to the present day, and it automatically tried to pull away. But the solid stone behind her prevented this, and it had only been a half-attempt as her heart was quite enjoying the flashing heat rushing through her tummy and up through her chest, flaring briefly everywhere that she could feel Draco's body touching her's – his stomach, torso and forearms locking her's against the wall. His fingers glided up from her wrists to lace gently through her's. She'd never really been kissed before, not like this, and she wondered for a moment if there was another way. But just when her muscles were starting to relax, and her knees were turning into jelly, Draco stopped. It was a good thing he was holding her up, as she could barely support herself. If she had been able to move she would have pulled him back, kissed him again, but she couldn't, and a second later Jeni snapped back to the present as Draco started talking.
'So,' he said, releasing her hands and stepping back. Jeni's arms dropped to her sides, and she felt oddly cold without him. 'I'll meet you down here on Sunday at nine.' He smiled at her in that devastatingly handsome way that melted her heart before turning and walking into the Great Hall.
Jeni looked after them, her heart and gaze full of longing, her brain full of anger and contempt at his presumption. Her knees finally gave way and she dropped to the floor, letting her head thud back against the stone. She closed her eyes and groaned.
What was she going to do?
Jeni knew she couldn't, wouldn't, avoid going on Sunday, but she felt like she was betraying Char. Her head was full of the memory of Draco lips on her's, the heat, the sweetness and the spontaneity of the moment.
It didn't even cross her mind to think of the jealous Slytherin who had seen the whole event.
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Ohhh...how sweet...R&R! many thanks and tasty jellybeans to all!...except those who don't review...you can have the pepper and earwax flavours.