As Ginny finished dressing for her date with Harry, she took deep breaths and looked at herself in the mirror. She had chosen her best outfit for this, which sadly consisted of only some nice-fitting jeans, a white tank top undershirt and a lovely colored green sweater she had spent her Christmas money on last year because she had had to have it. Not the outfit a normal girl would choose for the first date with her dream boy, but the sweater and jeans were some of the only articles of clothing that had never been handed down, and she took great pride in them. They were hers. Some of the only things she had ever owned that had belonged to another before her. She looked good. She looked mature. I wonder if I look as mature as Cho. She thought bitterly. But she just pushed those thoughts away.
Besides, was Harry really her dream boy anymore? Since she had agreed to go with him to Hogsmead, he sure had been acting like it. He'd gone back to offering to carry her books and grabbed her hand as often as possible now—in short, he was pretending those two days of Malfoy confusion never happened. But she just couldn't forget some of the things he'd said. Someone like Cho.
Well, she wasn't Cho, and he didn't seem to mind now, but he sure as hell did a week ago, and it wasn't until she'd kissed Malfoy…
"Malfoy." She practically growled. That bastard. Since he had walked away from her in the hallway that day, she'd had no contact with him. He ignored her in the halls, not even sneering at her anymore. It wasn't like she was chasing after him or trying to get his attention, but she just seemed more aware of his presence now-a-days. It's like they walked past each other all the time and she had never even noticed 'til now. And he didn't notice or he did and he didn't care.
She didn't know why it hurt so much. She didn't want Draco, she wanted Harry! It must be because Draco was just such a good kisser. Yes, that was it: she felt an attraction to Draco because when he had kissed her, her toes curled and her hair stood on end, and when she finally kissed Harry, it be just as good –no, better! –and she'd forget Draco's lips had ever touched hers.
A real smile lit up her face as she wrapped her hair up in a ponytail and headed down to the Common Room to meet the Trio. As she reached the bottom of the girls staircase, Harry beamed at her and slung his arm around her shoulders.
"You look beautiful." He whispered in her ear. She blushed at him.
"Thanks, Harry." She noticed from the corner of her eye Ron nodding in approval and Hermione smiling. "Are we ready? Let's go!"
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It was hard, Ginny decided, trying to fake enthusiasm. She wasn't having a bad time, she enjoyed widow shopping and the joke shops as much as the others, but her smile seemed to disappear faster then Hermione's, and her laughter died long before Ron's. She was having a good time, but it wasn't great as she had anticipated. But she was still snuggled up against Harry, so she was happy to keep going. Waiting for the kiss that would blow all the others she had experienced out of the water.
"Hey guys, do you mind if I take Ginny to the Three Broomsticks to get a butterbeer while you guys check out the book store? We can meet up after."
"Sure Harry." Hermione said, happy for some time alone with her and Ron and books.
"How come HE gets to enjoy a butterbeer while I get stuck looking at dusty old books?" Ron grumbled.
"Oh, stop it Ron!" Hermione scolded and practically dragged him off by his ear.
Ginny and Harry snickered at his unfortunate before heading to the Three Broomsticks. It was kind of packed when they arrived but they managed to sneak a booth in the back of the bar.
"So, Gin," Harry said pleasantly, "you having a good time?"
"Oh yeah," she laughed, "I love nothing more then making fun of Ron!"
"No, Gin. I meant with me." She blinked a few times before gathering her wits.
"Of course, Harry. I always enjoy spending time with you."
"Good." And then he leaned in.
Ginny's breath caught in her throat. This was it. Harry was going to kiss her and then all those feelings she had for him that she'd been trying to rekindle would spark and then she'd fall in love with him again. He would carry her books and take her to Hogsmead, and never walk away from her in the middle of a deserted hallway. He would include her in his friends and cuddle with her on the couch. He would make her life end happily ever after. This was it.
Nothing could have prepared her for the flood of disappointment that swallowed her up. He kissed her and she felt –nothing. No tingles in her chest. No hair standing up. No toes curling. Just his lips pressing too soft, too nice against hers. Harry was a good kisser, but what she felt after a whole minute with Harry didn't come close to what she felt with Draco after only one second. With Harry she felt self-conscious, was she doing it right? Was he? Could she put her hand on his shoulder? But once it was there it rested there awkwardly. With Draco she hadn't had a chance to feel unsure. She'd simply been swept away, her body knew what it wanted and her head hadn't even been able to function, much less worry. There were no two different kisses then hers. And she felt so disappointed, and Harry had no idea.
Pulling away, she tried to settle her breathing. She felt tears forming in her eyes and she knew. She had to get away, just for a minute—or and hour, or three.
"Harry, I'm going to go grab some fresh air. I'll be right back." Without wait for his approval she bee lined straight for the door.
But before she made it, something caught her eye, or someone. Someone with platinum blonde hair and was staring straight at her, looking both furious and mocking at the same time. Feeling her throat close up, she almost ran out the doors and around the corner. She didn't stop until she was crouched on her knees in a dark ally, alone. It was cold now and darker here in the ally and she wanted to cry. She wanted to scream. She wanted… she wanted… she wanted to be kissed by a bloke who made her toes curl. And that made her want to cry.
"Interesting display in there." A voice mocked from a few feet away. Oh no." I don't know what was more pathetic, how much you tried to enjoy it, or how much Pothead thought you did."
"Go AWAY, Ferret!" She choked out, squeezing her eyes shut. Ignore him and he'll go away.
"No." He whispered. He kneeled right in front of her, taking her face in his large hands, forcing her to open her eyes. And as her large venerable eyes held his cool stone ones, the world seemed to hold its breath. Then he leaned in.
"Don't." She begged him.
He did.
Oh Merlin, he did. His lips touched her and it was unlike any other kisses they had shared. Their lips caressed each other, tasting, teasing and satisfying. She couldn't breath, she couldn't pull away. She couldn't think. It was perfect.
"Draco!" she gasped, his hands tilting her head to a new angle as he sank his hands into her hair, bringing it out of its ponytail.
"I like it down." He mumbled against her lips, making her tremble. "You don't want him, do you?" She moaned softly as his lips ran down her throat. "Do you?" His hands sliding sensuously down her back.
"No." She gasped. And his lips crashed against hers, and his fingers grabbed her hips and brought her as close as possible.
And then a spell came flying at them, hitting Draco square in the chest, sending him back before Ginny could comprehend what was happening.
"Harry!"
A/N: One more, guys! One more!! Review please!