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Chapter 5:
After walking into my apartment, I went to bed. I fell asleep thinking of Malfoy and berating myself for thinking of Malfoy. It was just so easy to talk to him about everything. When I woke up the next morning I was happy and content, grinning stupidly around my room as I stretched. Then I remembered my date with Seamus as well, and decided that I would have to talk to Hermione. She couldn't keep doing this. It was up to me to find my own guy to fall in love with.
I walked into the kitchen after my shower to find an owl knocking on the window. I opened it and let it inside. I saw that it was Hermione's owl, not Draco's and my heart fell a little. I berated myself silently again.
Dear Ginny,
How'd it go last night? Was Seamus a good date? Did you enjoy it?
Write back ASAP!
Hermione
I sighed, took out a piece of parchment, and wrote her back.
Dear Hermione,
Well, nothing ever goes as expected. Can you meet me for lunch at noon at The Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade? Maybe we can do some shopping too. Write back.
Ginny
The owl flew away returning in the middle of my breakfast with a reply from Hermione saying yes.
I spent the morning doing housework (uck, I hate it) and got ready to meet Hermione.
The Three Broomsticks was crowded when I got there, but 'Mione had gotten there already and nabbed us a table.
"Hey Ginny! So, how'd it go?"
"Awful, you'd never believe the selfishness of this boy. I had to grab Malfoy and get him to rescue me," I said playfully.
She looked at me, slightly shocked and waiting for the rest. I told her about the evening and about how Malfoy had asked me to go with him to coffee. I even told her how comfortable I felt with him, and how he'd kissed me on the cheek, not the lips like I'd wanted. At the end of this, she sat back and took a sip of her drink.
"Well, definitely not what I'd expected to hear," was her response.
"Yeah, well that's what happened and I can't stop thinking about how nice he was last night."
"Hmm, sounds like you're starting to like him. Has he really grown up after all these years?"
"It looks like it," was my only response.
We proceeded to go shopping and talk about it. We also discussed her and Ron, and the planned marriage. She, of course, immediately brightened at the mention of Ron. She was extremely happy, anyone could tell that. I was happy for her, and by the end of the day, we were both laden down with bags. After saying goodbye, I returned home to my apartment, ready for a nice, normal evening, which the past ones hadn't been.
I set down my bags and made myself some dinner. I settled down to watch some Quidditch on my couch, dinner in my lap. I didn't want to watch either Harry (it was too weird hearing his name on T.V. all the time when I wasn't there) or Seamus (that GIT!). I did hear Draco's name at one of the channels, and sat back with a small smile, watching that game. I caught a glimpse of him every once in a while, as the T.V. turned to catch the "Most Famous Broom Supplier of the Wizarding World." I was happy that he wasn't there on a date with some girl.
The game was interesting enough, and I put away my dish. Once it was over I went to sleep, thankful for one normal day in the past 3.
The next morning started off weird, assuring me that the day would not be normal. It started off with me waking up with a jolt, as if from a dream, but all I could remember from the dream was the feeling of lips on mine. Then, I got 3 owls during breakfast.
The first one was from Harry, telling me that he had won his game last night, and asking me if I wanted to go out to lunch with him to celebrate. I didn't really, and set it aside to think about later.
The next one was from Hermione, saying that she hoped I was feeling better, and that she had some important news, did I want to go have breakfast with them?
That one I said yes to. I opened the other letter before I went to take a shower, and after reading it, stood stock still for about 3 minutes, simply staring at it. It read:
Dear Fire,
I must say, I enjoyed dessert with you. I was wondering if you would allow me to extend an invitation to expand that time tonight to include dinner with me. I found that after my evening last night that I craved some good conversation. I find that I achieve that in you company. Now that I have made a gentleman of myself, I am simply going to ask you straight out. Will you have dinner with me tonight? Oh, and to throw in some insults so this doesn't get too weird, I'll pick you up at your dumpy apartment, if you'll tell me where it is, at 6:30. If your not too poor to have an apartment. It's just an assumption. Well, anyway, got that out of the way, so please respond to let me know. Yeah, well, I'm not gonna re-read this for fear that I sound pretty stupid, so please just respond. Thanks.
Yours,
Ferret
The fact that he signed it Ferret, I think, astounded me the most. That and the fact that he thought an insult was necessary. He was most definitely not up to par on this insult, but it was just a guess that he wasn't trying to be. After staring at the paper, I re-awoke, ran to the bathroom, and took a shower still partially in shock at the fact that Malfoy had asked me out. After finishing getting ready, I looked at the letter on the table again. I made a quick decision, ran over, scrawled quickly on a piece of parchment yes and my signature, Fire, tied it to my owl, and with the word Malfoy in her ear, let her fly out the window. Without thinking about it anymore, I apparated to Hermione and Ron's place.
"Ginny!" Ron rushed at me and gave me a huge hug, grinning as he let me go.
"Hey Ron!" I said as I hugged him back.
"Hey Ginny, come sit down and eat some breakfast," Hermione said from the kitchen table, upon which breakfast was laid.
We sat down and began eating. After breakfast, during which I noticed Hermione and Ron sharing many looks, we sat down in the living room.
"So, what did you guys want to tell me?" I asked curiously.
"Well, Ginny," Hermione said, and looked at Ron, "I'm pregnant!"
I screamed at this and jumped up, hugging her tightly. "O MY GOSH!!! HERMIONE!"
"I KNOW!!"
Ron let us jump around for awhile, sitting back in his chair and grinning like a fool the entire time.
"You know, Ron, you're going to have to deal with morning sickness, and mood swings, and cravings," I said teasingly.
He grimaced at this. "I know."
Hermione frowned at him playfully and hit him. "Don't make it sound THAT bad, Ginny. You'll scare him."
"That's the point!"
We laughed.
"Well, we also wanted to tell you that we want to have the wedding before the baby's born and we want it to be soon. You know, before I get too big and look ugly in a wedding dress."
"You'll never look ugly, Hermione," Ron said lovingly. Hermione blushed. I grinned.
"Well, anyway, we want to have it in two weeks' time, so I was wondering if you could help me look for the dress and everything. And help plan it, if you have time."
"Of course!! I'd love to."
After we had squealed some more, I left and went back home. I wrote to Harry that I was busy and couldn't come. I felt kind of bad for that, but didn't let it change my mind. Knowing that I'd have trouble finding and outfit, I had asked Hermione to come over and help me in the afternoon, whispering the reason in her ear. She showed up and we rummaged around in my closet.
I finally decided on something. It was a blue dress, tight on top and flowing on the bottom, showing off my curves. I did my hair so that it was curling softly down my back, and my makeup complimented my dress and eyes. Hermione stepped back when we were done, giving a soft "ohh" and saying that I looked beautiful. I looked at my watch. 6:15.
"Hermione, you'd better go! It's already 6:15!"
"Oh, alright. Good luck!"
She disapparated with a crack, and I was left on wandering my apartment in nervous anticipation of his arrival. I read a book for 5 minutes. I turned on the T.V. for 5 minutes. I paced for 5 minutes. I heard the doorbell ring. Feeling nervous, I opened it with a smile. Draco was looking down at me, a single red rose in hand.
"Oh, it's beautiful! Let me just put it in water."
He smirked down at my very feminine concern for the flower. I smirked back at him.
"Let me just get my purse, and we can go."
He escorted me down the steps of my apartment, and then asked if I was ready to disapparate. I said yes, and holding my hand still, he disapparated with me to Diagon Alley.
"By the way, Fire, you look beautiful."
"Thank you. And you look quite handsome if I do say so myself."
He just nodded and kind of smiled, as if unsure. It was the only sign that HE was nervous too. I relaxed, seeing that he was just as nervous as I was, but wisely didn't comment.
He led me to the nicer section of restaurants, to a place called The Rose. We were seated by the window, with a nice view. After a few moments of slightly awkward silence during which we both looked at our menus, Malfoy broke it by saying, "So, how'd Granger take the news that she can't pick out boyfriends for you anymore?"
I laughed, surprised by his question. "Pretty well, actually. After I told her the whole story, she fully understood."
Just then, the waiter came, and we both ordered. Not surprisingly, it was almost the exact same thing: chicken, in different styles, but nevertheless, chicken.
We laughed over that, and then I asked how is business was going.
"Great, actually. Sales are up, and our broom scientists are great. But brooms are such a bore, really. If you aren't obsessed with them, that is." He smiled.
"I saw you at the game last night," I said.
He looked surprised. "Were you there?"
"No, I watched it on T.V. last night."
"Oh, interesting. You like watching Quidditch?"
"Yeah! It's awesome. I really like watching the long games that take a while. It usually means that the teams are equal, thus making it more exciting."
"Yeah, I know what you mean! It's awesome like that!"
We grinned at eachother.
"I should take you to a game sometime," he said.
"Really?? That would be great."
Just then our food arrived. We proceeded to eat and talk about Quidditch, our lives, our businesses, and everything else. Just as we were about done, I remembered about Hermione, and I just had to tell him.
"Oh! I forgot to tell you, Hermione's having a baby! She just told me this morning!"
He sneered. "So, the mudblood got herself knocked up by the weasel. Not surprised. Even before their wedding. Great, now we're gonna have mudweasels running around." He smirked.
Feeling extremely hurt by this, I said, "Well, that is something I didn't think you would say when I told you. And here we were having a wonderful time."
"I've had better. Besides, it's just a mudblood. No need to get so worked up."
About to cry at his words, I stood up, grabbed my purse, and before running out the door, said, "I hope your happy, Malfoy, because if that's what you think, you don't deserve to be sitting across from me!!"
I ended very loudly, and ran out the door of the restaurant, leaving behind Malfoy, and running to find somewhere safe. I completely forgot about apparating.
Draco sat, shocked by what she had said and by what he had said. Then, leaving money on the table to pay for the meal, he got up and ran after her. She was fast, but he knew he was faster. Much as he hated to admit it, he didn't want Ginny mad at him. He wanted her to be with him and be happy. So he ran after her.
After chasing her for a couple of streets, he caught up to her. By this point, it was dark and it had started drizzling, wetting them both. He caught up to her and grabbed her arm.
I struggled as I felt him grab my arm. I wanted to get away from this man who had hurt me with words about my best friend and my brother. I was so happy, we were so happy, and then he had to go and ruin it. Why?? Didn't he want to eat dinner with me?? No, of course not, this was Malfoy. I should have realized this from the beginning. When I heard footsteps running behind me, I had sped up, but he was in good shape and had caught up with me. I struggled desperately, not wanting to hear more words of hurt from his mouth, but he hung on to my arm, not letting go. He pulled me towards him, and wrapped his arms around me. I kept struggling, but tears were spilling from my eyes.
He was too strong. I couldn't get away. I stopped struggling and leaned against him, crying. I desperately wanted to get away, but I couldn't see how. He held me tightly, letting me cry, whispering, "shhh, don't cry. It'll be ok. I didn't mean that, Ginny, I didn't mean that." I was in too much pain emotionally to register the fact that he called me Ginny until later. I just kept crying. I had wanted so much to be able to be in a relationship with him, and as much as I hated to admit it to myself, he had charmed me already. I was falling, I could tell, and there was no way to pull myself back out. I wanted to believe his comforting words.
Eventually, I stopped crying, and just leaned against him, holding on. He led me somewhere dry, I don't know where. Then, he started talking.
He lifted my head up so that I was looking him in the eye, those grey eyes of his.
"Ginny, listen to me." I nodded. "I didn't mean that, what I said in there." His eyes were dead serious, and there was no cold mask covering them.
"I think it's great that your brother and best friend are finally together, and I'm sure that they're red-haired, brown eyed child will be beautiful. Please listen to me, and understand. I'm not supposed to grow close to anyone. I was taught to stay cold to everyone, to not let anyone know too much about me. I was taught to push away anyone that was nice to me, that was trying to get close to me, because they could be trying to get something from me. Your not like that, I know that now. In that restaurant, my instincts just kicked in. I sat there shocked after you ran off, trying to comprehend why I had said that to you. I realized that it was my father's training kicking in and showing itself, trying to push you away. But I don't want to push you away. I don't want to. Please forgive me for those comments in there?"
He looked so serious, and I wanted to believe him so much. I could tell he meant what he said. I don't know how, but I could. He was serious, he meant it. I nodded.
"On one condition, though. You can't do that again. It's not fun for either of us, and it hurts." He nodded. Then, asking my permission with his eyes, he leaned down and gently, oh so gently, placed his lips against mine. I leaned in to him, not wanting the moment to end.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he leaned back, and we kissed again. I shivered, and wondered at the sensation that was flowing through me, like electricity. It felt so right, kissing him, and I didn't want it to stop.
He felt me shiver and pulled away, concern in his eyes.
"Your freezing! We have to get you somewhere warm."
I giggled, still feeling the sensation of touching him and kissing him.
"My apartment is warm."
He looked at me as though I had suggested something very much beyond me. I realized what he was thinking. I blushed.
"Not like that! I meant that it's warm and I have extra clothes there, and a shower, so I don't know, I was just suggesting..." I trailed off, realizing that I was blabbering, and grinned up at him.
He just shrugged and smiled. "Ready to apparate?"
I nodded, and with a crack, we arrived in my apartment. Well, I was inside, and I soon realized he was outside, knocking on the door. I let him in, disappeared to my bedroom to find clothes for myself and for him. I walked back out with nothing.
"I forgot. I don't have any guys' clothing. Do you want to just accio some stuff from your house?"
He nodded, but then said, "I'll just go over there while your changing and come back."
I nodded and disappeared back into my room to change and dry off. When I came back out, he had changed and was dry as well.
"Want some hot chocolate?" I asked innocently. He grinned and nodded.
I busied myself in the kitchen, making hot chocolate. He came and stood right behind me, arms around my waist and looked over my shoulder at what I was doing.
"Have you never seen hot chocolate made?" I asked him. He shook his head no.
"You poor, poor thing! Well, then, you must learn." So I taught Draco Malfoy how to make hot chocolate. When we were done, we settled on the couch, drinking it slowly. I leaned against him, not wanting to ruin the moment by turning on the T.V. When we were done, I took the mugs into the kitchen and returned to the couch.
I sat against him, and snuggled in closer to his warmth. He kissed the top of my head, and leaned back into the couch. I fell asleep on his shoulder.
I felt him move, cover me with a blanket and sit back down again. Soon, we were both asleep, laying down next to each other on the couch. It was a most pleasant way to end the evening.
Well, that's that! I wanted to make it long, and I wanted to include some D/G action, so there you go! I'm gonna be gone at waterpolo camp for 5 days, so don't expect any update until after that! Sry! Anyway, hope you liked the chappie, and thanx to all my reviewers:
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Chapter 5:
After walking into my apartment, I went to bed. I fell asleep thinking of Malfoy and berating myself for thinking of Malfoy. It was just so easy to talk to him about everything. When I woke up the next morning I was happy and content, grinning stupidly around my room as I stretched. Then I remembered my date with Seamus as well, and decided that I would have to talk to Hermione. She couldn't keep doing this. It was up to me to find my own guy to fall in love with.
I walked into the kitchen after my shower to find an owl knocking on the window. I opened it and let it inside. I saw that it was Hermione's owl, not Draco's and my heart fell a little. I berated myself silently again.
Dear Ginny,
How'd it go last night? Was Seamus a good date? Did you enjoy it?
Write back ASAP!
Hermione
I sighed, took out a piece of parchment, and wrote her back.
Dear Hermione,
Well, nothing ever goes as expected. Can you meet me for lunch at noon at The Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade? Maybe we can do some shopping too. Write back.
Ginny
The owl flew away returning in the middle of my breakfast with a reply from Hermione saying yes.
I spent the morning doing housework (uck, I hate it) and got ready to meet Hermione.
The Three Broomsticks was crowded when I got there, but 'Mione had gotten there already and nabbed us a table.
"Hey Ginny! So, how'd it go?"
"Awful, you'd never believe the selfishness of this boy. I had to grab Malfoy and get him to rescue me," I said playfully.
She looked at me, slightly shocked and waiting for the rest. I told her about the evening and about how Malfoy had asked me to go with him to coffee. I even told her how comfortable I felt with him, and how he'd kissed me on the cheek, not the lips like I'd wanted. At the end of this, she sat back and took a sip of her drink.
"Well, definitely not what I'd expected to hear," was her response.
"Yeah, well that's what happened and I can't stop thinking about how nice he was last night."
"Hmm, sounds like you're starting to like him. Has he really grown up after all these years?"
"It looks like it," was my only response.
We proceeded to go shopping and talk about it. We also discussed her and Ron, and the planned marriage. She, of course, immediately brightened at the mention of Ron. She was extremely happy, anyone could tell that. I was happy for her, and by the end of the day, we were both laden down with bags. After saying goodbye, I returned home to my apartment, ready for a nice, normal evening, which the past ones hadn't been.
I set down my bags and made myself some dinner. I settled down to watch some Quidditch on my couch, dinner in my lap. I didn't want to watch either Harry (it was too weird hearing his name on T.V. all the time when I wasn't there) or Seamus (that GIT!). I did hear Draco's name at one of the channels, and sat back with a small smile, watching that game. I caught a glimpse of him every once in a while, as the T.V. turned to catch the "Most Famous Broom Supplier of the Wizarding World." I was happy that he wasn't there on a date with some girl.
The game was interesting enough, and I put away my dish. Once it was over I went to sleep, thankful for one normal day in the past 3.
The next morning started off weird, assuring me that the day would not be normal. It started off with me waking up with a jolt, as if from a dream, but all I could remember from the dream was the feeling of lips on mine. Then, I got 3 owls during breakfast.
The first one was from Harry, telling me that he had won his game last night, and asking me if I wanted to go out to lunch with him to celebrate. I didn't really, and set it aside to think about later.
The next one was from Hermione, saying that she hoped I was feeling better, and that she had some important news, did I want to go have breakfast with them?
That one I said yes to. I opened the other letter before I went to take a shower, and after reading it, stood stock still for about 3 minutes, simply staring at it. It read:
Dear Fire,
I must say, I enjoyed dessert with you. I was wondering if you would allow me to extend an invitation to expand that time tonight to include dinner with me. I found that after my evening last night that I craved some good conversation. I find that I achieve that in you company. Now that I have made a gentleman of myself, I am simply going to ask you straight out. Will you have dinner with me tonight? Oh, and to throw in some insults so this doesn't get too weird, I'll pick you up at your dumpy apartment, if you'll tell me where it is, at 6:30. If your not too poor to have an apartment. It's just an assumption. Well, anyway, got that out of the way, so please respond to let me know. Yeah, well, I'm not gonna re-read this for fear that I sound pretty stupid, so please just respond. Thanks.
Yours,
Ferret
The fact that he signed it Ferret, I think, astounded me the most. That and the fact that he thought an insult was necessary. He was most definitely not up to par on this insult, but it was just a guess that he wasn't trying to be. After staring at the paper, I re-awoke, ran to the bathroom, and took a shower still partially in shock at the fact that Malfoy had asked me out. After finishing getting ready, I looked at the letter on the table again. I made a quick decision, ran over, scrawled quickly on a piece of parchment yes and my signature, Fire, tied it to my owl, and with the word Malfoy in her ear, let her fly out the window. Without thinking about it anymore, I apparated to Hermione and Ron's place.
"Ginny!" Ron rushed at me and gave me a huge hug, grinning as he let me go.
"Hey Ron!" I said as I hugged him back.
"Hey Ginny, come sit down and eat some breakfast," Hermione said from the kitchen table, upon which breakfast was laid.
We sat down and began eating. After breakfast, during which I noticed Hermione and Ron sharing many looks, we sat down in the living room.
"So, what did you guys want to tell me?" I asked curiously.
"Well, Ginny," Hermione said, and looked at Ron, "I'm pregnant!"
I screamed at this and jumped up, hugging her tightly. "O MY GOSH!!! HERMIONE!"
"I KNOW!!"
Ron let us jump around for awhile, sitting back in his chair and grinning like a fool the entire time.
"You know, Ron, you're going to have to deal with morning sickness, and mood swings, and cravings," I said teasingly.
He grimaced at this. "I know."
Hermione frowned at him playfully and hit him. "Don't make it sound THAT bad, Ginny. You'll scare him."
"That's the point!"
We laughed.
"Well, we also wanted to tell you that we want to have the wedding before the baby's born and we want it to be soon. You know, before I get too big and look ugly in a wedding dress."
"You'll never look ugly, Hermione," Ron said lovingly. Hermione blushed. I grinned.
"Well, anyway, we want to have it in two weeks' time, so I was wondering if you could help me look for the dress and everything. And help plan it, if you have time."
"Of course!! I'd love to."
After we had squealed some more, I left and went back home. I wrote to Harry that I was busy and couldn't come. I felt kind of bad for that, but didn't let it change my mind. Knowing that I'd have trouble finding and outfit, I had asked Hermione to come over and help me in the afternoon, whispering the reason in her ear. She showed up and we rummaged around in my closet.
I finally decided on something. It was a blue dress, tight on top and flowing on the bottom, showing off my curves. I did my hair so that it was curling softly down my back, and my makeup complimented my dress and eyes. Hermione stepped back when we were done, giving a soft "ohh" and saying that I looked beautiful. I looked at my watch. 6:15.
"Hermione, you'd better go! It's already 6:15!"
"Oh, alright. Good luck!"
She disapparated with a crack, and I was left on wandering my apartment in nervous anticipation of his arrival. I read a book for 5 minutes. I turned on the T.V. for 5 minutes. I paced for 5 minutes. I heard the doorbell ring. Feeling nervous, I opened it with a smile. Draco was looking down at me, a single red rose in hand.
"Oh, it's beautiful! Let me just put it in water."
He smirked down at my very feminine concern for the flower. I smirked back at him.
"Let me just get my purse, and we can go."
He escorted me down the steps of my apartment, and then asked if I was ready to disapparate. I said yes, and holding my hand still, he disapparated with me to Diagon Alley.
"By the way, Fire, you look beautiful."
"Thank you. And you look quite handsome if I do say so myself."
He just nodded and kind of smiled, as if unsure. It was the only sign that HE was nervous too. I relaxed, seeing that he was just as nervous as I was, but wisely didn't comment.
He led me to the nicer section of restaurants, to a place called The Rose. We were seated by the window, with a nice view. After a few moments of slightly awkward silence during which we both looked at our menus, Malfoy broke it by saying, "So, how'd Granger take the news that she can't pick out boyfriends for you anymore?"
I laughed, surprised by his question. "Pretty well, actually. After I told her the whole story, she fully understood."
Just then, the waiter came, and we both ordered. Not surprisingly, it was almost the exact same thing: chicken, in different styles, but nevertheless, chicken.
We laughed over that, and then I asked how is business was going.
"Great, actually. Sales are up, and our broom scientists are great. But brooms are such a bore, really. If you aren't obsessed with them, that is." He smiled.
"I saw you at the game last night," I said.
He looked surprised. "Were you there?"
"No, I watched it on T.V. last night."
"Oh, interesting. You like watching Quidditch?"
"Yeah! It's awesome. I really like watching the long games that take a while. It usually means that the teams are equal, thus making it more exciting."
"Yeah, I know what you mean! It's awesome like that!"
We grinned at eachother.
"I should take you to a game sometime," he said.
"Really?? That would be great."
Just then our food arrived. We proceeded to eat and talk about Quidditch, our lives, our businesses, and everything else. Just as we were about done, I remembered about Hermione, and I just had to tell him.
"Oh! I forgot to tell you, Hermione's having a baby! She just told me this morning!"
He sneered. "So, the mudblood got herself knocked up by the weasel. Not surprised. Even before their wedding. Great, now we're gonna have mudweasels running around." He smirked.
Feeling extremely hurt by this, I said, "Well, that is something I didn't think you would say when I told you. And here we were having a wonderful time."
"I've had better. Besides, it's just a mudblood. No need to get so worked up."
About to cry at his words, I stood up, grabbed my purse, and before running out the door, said, "I hope your happy, Malfoy, because if that's what you think, you don't deserve to be sitting across from me!!"
I ended very loudly, and ran out the door of the restaurant, leaving behind Malfoy, and running to find somewhere safe. I completely forgot about apparating.
Draco sat, shocked by what she had said and by what he had said. Then, leaving money on the table to pay for the meal, he got up and ran after her. She was fast, but he knew he was faster. Much as he hated to admit it, he didn't want Ginny mad at him. He wanted her to be with him and be happy. So he ran after her.
After chasing her for a couple of streets, he caught up to her. By this point, it was dark and it had started drizzling, wetting them both. He caught up to her and grabbed her arm.
I struggled as I felt him grab my arm. I wanted to get away from this man who had hurt me with words about my best friend and my brother. I was so happy, we were so happy, and then he had to go and ruin it. Why?? Didn't he want to eat dinner with me?? No, of course not, this was Malfoy. I should have realized this from the beginning. When I heard footsteps running behind me, I had sped up, but he was in good shape and had caught up with me. I struggled desperately, not wanting to hear more words of hurt from his mouth, but he hung on to my arm, not letting go. He pulled me towards him, and wrapped his arms around me. I kept struggling, but tears were spilling from my eyes.
He was too strong. I couldn't get away. I stopped struggling and leaned against him, crying. I desperately wanted to get away, but I couldn't see how. He held me tightly, letting me cry, whispering, "shhh, don't cry. It'll be ok. I didn't mean that, Ginny, I didn't mean that." I was in too much pain emotionally to register the fact that he called me Ginny until later. I just kept crying. I had wanted so much to be able to be in a relationship with him, and as much as I hated to admit it to myself, he had charmed me already. I was falling, I could tell, and there was no way to pull myself back out. I wanted to believe his comforting words.
Eventually, I stopped crying, and just leaned against him, holding on. He led me somewhere dry, I don't know where. Then, he started talking.
He lifted my head up so that I was looking him in the eye, those grey eyes of his.
"Ginny, listen to me." I nodded. "I didn't mean that, what I said in there." His eyes were dead serious, and there was no cold mask covering them.
"I think it's great that your brother and best friend are finally together, and I'm sure that they're red-haired, brown eyed child will be beautiful. Please listen to me, and understand. I'm not supposed to grow close to anyone. I was taught to stay cold to everyone, to not let anyone know too much about me. I was taught to push away anyone that was nice to me, that was trying to get close to me, because they could be trying to get something from me. Your not like that, I know that now. In that restaurant, my instincts just kicked in. I sat there shocked after you ran off, trying to comprehend why I had said that to you. I realized that it was my father's training kicking in and showing itself, trying to push you away. But I don't want to push you away. I don't want to. Please forgive me for those comments in there?"
He looked so serious, and I wanted to believe him so much. I could tell he meant what he said. I don't know how, but I could. He was serious, he meant it. I nodded.
"On one condition, though. You can't do that again. It's not fun for either of us, and it hurts." He nodded. Then, asking my permission with his eyes, he leaned down and gently, oh so gently, placed his lips against mine. I leaned in to him, not wanting the moment to end.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him closer as he leaned back, and we kissed again. I shivered, and wondered at the sensation that was flowing through me, like electricity. It felt so right, kissing him, and I didn't want it to stop.
He felt me shiver and pulled away, concern in his eyes.
"Your freezing! We have to get you somewhere warm."
I giggled, still feeling the sensation of touching him and kissing him.
"My apartment is warm."
He looked at me as though I had suggested something very much beyond me. I realized what he was thinking. I blushed.
"Not like that! I meant that it's warm and I have extra clothes there, and a shower, so I don't know, I was just suggesting..." I trailed off, realizing that I was blabbering, and grinned up at him.
He just shrugged and smiled. "Ready to apparate?"
I nodded, and with a crack, we arrived in my apartment. Well, I was inside, and I soon realized he was outside, knocking on the door. I let him in, disappeared to my bedroom to find clothes for myself and for him. I walked back out with nothing.
"I forgot. I don't have any guys' clothing. Do you want to just accio some stuff from your house?"
He nodded, but then said, "I'll just go over there while your changing and come back."
I nodded and disappeared back into my room to change and dry off. When I came back out, he had changed and was dry as well.
"Want some hot chocolate?" I asked innocently. He grinned and nodded.
I busied myself in the kitchen, making hot chocolate. He came and stood right behind me, arms around my waist and looked over my shoulder at what I was doing.
"Have you never seen hot chocolate made?" I asked him. He shook his head no.
"You poor, poor thing! Well, then, you must learn." So I taught Draco Malfoy how to make hot chocolate. When we were done, we settled on the couch, drinking it slowly. I leaned against him, not wanting to ruin the moment by turning on the T.V. When we were done, I took the mugs into the kitchen and returned to the couch.
I sat against him, and snuggled in closer to his warmth. He kissed the top of my head, and leaned back into the couch. I fell asleep on his shoulder.
I felt him move, cover me with a blanket and sit back down again. Soon, we were both asleep, laying down next to each other on the couch. It was a most pleasant way to end the evening.
Well, that's that! I wanted to make it long, and I wanted to include some D/G action, so there you go! I'm gonna be gone at waterpolo camp for 5 days, so don't expect any update until after that! Sry! Anyway, hope you liked the chappie, and thanx to all my reviewers:
Darcy 16: thanx so much for all the reviews! So sorry to hear about ur comp... that sux. I had the first two chappies written but the rest so far is off the top of my head, hope u like! Thanx again!
Jessica Lyn: thanx! Yeah, I know, I love chocolate too. Hope u like!
Fan-Of-HP: thanx for the email! Hope u like this chappie!
Tanaqui: next chapter, even though I'm gonna tell u when I get back from waterpolo.
Maryann:thanx
Vbspikergirl9: thanx! Glad u like it!
Sry this took longer than the other ones! What can I say: I've been busy. Thanx please review!