Title:Impulse

Character:Draco Malfoy

House:Gryffindor.

Name:CityGirl419 or Dest

It was raining hard outside. More so than Ginny had remembered it ever raining. All night and all day. Almost 24 hours of straight down pouring. She didn't like it one bit. Quidditch practice was horrible. She couldn't go outside and read or do her homework like she wanted to. She always did that when she had a lot of thinking to do. Or even just simply wanted some peace and quiet. She couldn't, however. So she was stuck in the library with about fifty other people. She figured it was because every one was stuck inside and the common rooms were too loud to study; which was just like Gryffindor's common room.

Ginny was stuck at a table with just Hermione and a bunch of Slytherins; Malfoy was included. He hadn't stopped teasing them since they got there, but they had to study some place and with Harry and Ron annoying them in the common room. This was their only chance.

"Weaslette! Your face is making my eyes burn," Malfoy whispered to her as he feigned pain.

"Oh, shove off, Malfoy! We're just trying to study!" Hermione shouted back before Ginny could retaliate. Making her glare at her best friend across the table.

"Did the Mudblood just talk?" the Slytherin prat asked rhetorically to his friends, who all laughed in response.

"Why don't you go cry back to your father, you Death Eater!" Ginny yelled back at him before Hermione could stop her by saying something.

"Such a good come back! I'm so scared now!" he laughed again. Ginny got up and slapped his face as hard as she possibly could before picking up her homework and walking out of the library; leaving Hermione behind.

Ginny thought Hermione decided to follow her, because she heard the door open after it had shut from her going out of it. She didn't look behind her, however. Until she heard a voice yell at her.

"Why the hell did you slap me!" Malfoy yelled at her, she was surprised no one was flanking him. He was alone. Strange.

"Because you deserved it!"

Malfoy decided to just completely forget the slap, and move on to his fathers plan that he had yet to start. Getting the Weaslette on their side. "You know. If you stopped hanging around mudbloods and those blood traitors you call brothers, I might actually leave you alone," Malfoy smirked at her, knowing it was going to make her mad.

"You wish. You probably still wouldn't leave me alone," Ginny retaliated.

"No. I would. You'd be a pureblood then, not a blood traitor. Even if you were still Gryffindor. You'd be more acceptable," Malfoy told her, and it almost looked like he was being sincere. Ginny was about to reply when Malfoy continued. "You've always been kind of cute in a way. Especially with that fiery temper of yours. I find it... attractive," Malfoy told her while he inched his face toward hers the entire time. Staring into her eyes as he was speaking. Ginny was disoriented, he may be a git but he was rather handsome. It didn't change anything in her mind, though.

"Malfoy, instead of trying to change me. Why don't you try changing yourself. It's wrong to pick on people because of who they hang out with, or who their parents were. Everyone in this school is an equal because everyone is a witch or wizard," Ginny's temper was rising, and Malfoy knew it.

"You know it's not like that," Malfoy whispered seductively into her ear. "Purebloods come first, then half bloods, followed by blood traitors, and scraping up the bottom of the wizarding world: Mudbloods. Just admit it. You know you want to be popular, top of your class, friends with all the right people. I'm willing to take you under my own wing. Teach you what I know." His face moved so he was millimeters away from hers. His grey eyes staring into her brown ones. Searching for something he could use to persuade her. Malfoy saw a twinge of something in her eyes, almost as if it was desire. He didn't know for sure if it would work, but he decided to try.

Draco closed the small gap between himself and Ginny easily, going slowly to make sure she wouldn't protest. When she seemed as if she was completely dazed, mesmerized even, he pressed his lips softly to hers. Slow at first, still making sure she wouldn't slap him or something. It was gentle, almost even loving. Their lips didn't move for a couple seconds, both trying to figure out what on Earth they were doing. In the end, Malfoy made the next move. Moving his lips, deepening it. Smiling slightly when hers started moving with his.

Her back was almost to the wall as it was, so Malfoy took advantage of that and grabbed her hips, guiding her against it. Her hands moved to his hair and began to tangle themselves in it. They were like that for a while. Malfoy didn't let the thought of her being a blood traitor into his mind as he stood there, tangled with her, snogging in the middle of the hallway.

The door to the library opened, the sound causing the two of them to split apart. Not knowing exactly what happened, or what to do. Ginny ran for it. She didn't stop until she was in her dorm. There, and only there, did she start to cry alone. Thinking over and over in her head, "What had I done?".