Snowglobe of Pain
Chapter 3

Ginny looked out the window, her palm on the icy surface of the glass. Her face was millimeters away from the glass as she stared down at the grounds. It was dark and the first snow of winter was falling softly. She'd been watching for an hour and the snow finally began to lie on the ground. She could see a light sheet of snow covering the grass she had been walking on just hours ago. She wanted to go down again, feel the snow on her face, to twirl around with the frigid air biting at her nose.

She grabbed her broom, the old Cleansweep that was past its prime, and opened the window before flying out. She knew there was no way she could go through the front doors onto the lawn, so she gradually descended on her broom.

She stood on the snow in her bare feet and looked up at the sky. The snow was falling beautifully, large flakes that fell slowly to cling to her hair and melt on her face. She loved the snow, the way it made her feel, the coldness that seemed to make her able to feel her body, every inch of it.

She had no idea that someone was watching her, his eyes caught in the dream she was as she twirled in the snow. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her body, the barely there bedclothes that she had put on because of the heat of the Gryffindor dormitories left little to his imagination. He could imagine every curve of her body, every muscle outline of the perfectly toned body.

He slapped himself though the gloves covering his hands softened the blow to nothing; he didn't want to imagine the beautiful girl spinning in the snow naked, no matter how enticing it was. She wasn't his type, she wasn't good enough for him, but who was? He'd been through so many girls that even he forgot what he wanted. He'd wrapped himself in a blanket of sexual pleasure but forgotten about emotions, but what need did he have of emotion? Emotion was weakness, and he was strong, devoid of emotion.

He ran his hands through his hair, he'd forgotten a hat, and he wished he'd hadn't. His ears were getting cold and if the girl did notice him, he didn't have his hair slicked back, it was still ruffled from the girl now sleeping in his bed. He was unsure why he wanted to look good for the girl, but he did and he hated it.

Ginny stopped spinning, knowing she should go back up to her dormitory and sleep, but she didn't want to. She looked at the Forbidden Forest, the darkness intriguing her, but she didn't walk towards it. She was breaking too many rules as it was. She spun and looked up at the castle and noticed him.

She knew who he was from the white blonde hair that shown brightly and she debated walking over to him. He'd definitely seen her, but he was head boy, he could give her detention. He knew who she was, who else had flaming red hair like hers, she could get in trouble if she left too.

She wanted to wave, but remembered what a perverted git he was and decided not too. He'd noticed that she'd seen him, and she realized it must have been obvious as she'd stared at him for quite some time. He started walking over to her. She didn't know what to do. Should she too start walking towards him or should she wait for him to get to her or should she jump on her broom and fly back to her room?

She started walking towards him involuntarily, which she realized was rather stupid as she had no wand and he was, well he was evil. They stopped when they were less than a meter away.

"Weasley," Draco said his voice tender, something he hadn't meant. He'd meant to spit it as if it were the name of a poor family who had more children then they were worth.

"Malfoy," she said kindly. She didn't want to upset him and get in trouble, and she also didn't feel a bitter feeling for him at the moment. She felt fresh from the snow that was still falling and she'd forgotten his father as at the moment he looked nothing like him. His hair was ruffled, causing Ginny to be more attracted to him than she ever wanted.

They stood in silence, each not sure what to say to the other as they felt oddly attracted to the other. Ginny watched as Draco's eyes ran over her body and quickly realized that she was wearing the thinnest most revealing bedclothes she had, and her small breasts were displaying the cold weather. She quickly crossed her arms, her ears turning red.

She lost all the gentleness she had for him at that moment. He looked up at her with a smirk on his face.

"You prat," she said angrily, "isn't Pansy enough for you?" She wanted to cover her mouth but she refrained, knowing if she did he'd know for sure that she'd over heard his conversation. She stared at him angrily, not sure why she didn't go back to her broom and fly away.

Draco lost his smirk, "No, nor the girl in my bed now." He was worse than she thought.

"Are you trying to impress me or disgust me?" Ginny asked harshly pulling the words from nowhere, "because you're doing a good job of the latter."

Draco was angry now, Ginny could see it, but why? Did he expect for her to swoon at his evil smirk or to strip down naked from his disgusting comment? She didn't care if he was angry, no matter how much it intrigued her and how much she wanted to know why his eyes seemed hurt.

"Like I crave the acceptance of the youngest child of the poorest pureblood family ever," he said his words issuing from his lips like the bite of a snake. He wasn't going to let the stupid girl in front of him get away with insulting him, no matter how stunning she looked in her pajamas or how enticed he was by the fire in her eyes.

Ginny clenched her teeth, "Your just a spoiled weak boy with nothing but nameless notches in your bedpost," she said acidly before storming back to her broom. She stood on the bristles and held tightly to the top of the handle and flew back up to her room, to the window that was beckoning her back.

Draco walked back over to the castle wall and slipped through the small window that lead into his private bedroom. He stalked angrily over to the girl in his bed, shedding his clothes as he walked, and tore the blankets from her body. He'd been so enraged, so angry at Ginny, so angry at himself for feeling the way he did, that he'd become aroused. He blamed it on the fight, on the harsh words she'd slung at him, but it was more than that. His mind and body pushed the screams of his heart as it told him that he wanted to make love with Ginny not have sex with the girl who was now giggling annoyingly.

Draco climbed on top of the girl, his anger raging louder than the shrill giggles emitting from the girl as he rocked back and forth. Ginny's face wouldn't leave his mind, so his thrusts became harder and angrier. The girl was gripping his thighs tightly and moaning loudly, but he ignored it, his mind racing with thoughts of Ginny. His thrusts were still becoming harder when the girl screamed loudly. He felt her muscles tighten on him, but he wasn't finished yet. She'd climaxed and he was still rocking, the speed steady as he felt his heart beat for the first time ever in his heart. He felt it again and again, he climaxed anger still raging in his body and mind.

He sighed oddly before rolling off the girl.

"Go to your room," he said angrily and the girl obeyed quickly, she'd gotten what she wanted from him more than once that night and was content with having to go back to her own bed.

"Stupid wench," Draco said angrily.

He had no idea that at the same time Ginny, too, was staring up at the canopy that hung over her bed. "Stupid git," she said angrily.

"Can't you see?" Ginny yelled angrily. She was so mad, so angry for so many reasons, mainly for her loneliness and her selfishness. She knew she should be grateful, she had a family, whereas Harry was alone in the world, but, she told herself, he's found Lily, he's found love. She pitied Sirius, the man who'd died alone, the man who'd placed all the guilt of his best friends death on his own shoulders, the man who'd had no real family, the man who spent thirteen years in Azkaban, the man who had to spend a year locked in an ancient house that Ginny sometimes thought was more evil than Voldemort himself.

"Can't you see?" she yelled repeating herself.

"See what?" he yelled back bitterly. He was the one, she could see it in his eyes, the eyes she wouldn't be able to remember in the morning, and in his face, the face she wouldn't be able to remember in the morning. He was her soul mate, the one she was destined to love, to be with, to spend her life dreaming about or to spend her life with. He was so angry, angry for no reason.

"How much I need you!" she yelled. She did, she needed him more than anything in the world. She needed him to protect her, to stop her from being afraid, to quiet her thoughts when she could think of nothing but the war.

She couldn't find him, his eyes that seemed so vivid now would vanish completely from her mind, his face that seemed so crisp, so attractive, would fade into nothing but an opaque memory.

"I hate you!" she yelled at him. She was so sick of not having him around, so sick of him being just out of her reach, so sick of loosing him every night.

"No, you don't!" he yelled back hurt. He needed her just as much as she needed him, she liked that. She liked to be needed just as much as she liked to be comforted. She wanted to hug him, to feel his touch, the warmth of his skin, the smell of his body, the beat of his heart, all of it. She wanted him to be real, not just a visitor of her dreams, but a man who held her tightly as she cried.

"I do!" Ginny yelled. "I hate you!"

He took a step closer. He'd never taken a step towards her; he'd always stayed at that distance, no matter what he always stayed where he was. She could see pain in his eyes; even through the distance he was vivid, as if she was looking through a magnifying glass. He always was vivid, but she'd never seen emotion in his eyes, they'd always been blank, curious maybe, but always holding no emotion.

"No, you don't," he said softly, he was sad, terrified she did hate him, terrified she'd never love him again, never say those three little words that made his heart do a flip, even if it was a dream.

A tear formed in his eye, he was hurt, Ginny could tell. Her heart was breaking for him, she hadn't meant to hurt him, he was so fragile, even if he looked strong enough to through her across the room, he was fragile. He hurt me, Ginny told herself, trying to stay mad at him. He hurt me first, she said over and over again.

"You hurt me!" she yelled angrily.

"I'm sorry," he said his words soft and heartfelt.

"No, no, you're not!" she yelled not wanting herself to be pulled back in, pulled back into the fairytale he was, into the charming man he was, into the lie that she hated.

"I am," he took another step towards her.

"No," Ginny said softly, her heart falling into him.

"I love you."

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A/N: You've taken the time to read... so please review!