The Morning After
I know you wanna stay in bed
But it's light outside, It's light outside
So know I'm gonna stay right here
Because you saved my life once
-Wakey!Wakey!
She slept with Draco.
She slept with Draco Malfoy.
She, Ginny Weasley, slept with Draco Malfoy.
She, the Ginevra Molly Weasley, slept with the Draco Lucius Malfoy.
She, the Ginevra Molly Weasley, princess of Gryffindor slept with the Draco Lucius Malfoy, Slytherin Sex God.
But most of all she slept with her best mate.
She slept with him. She slept with him and ruined everything. As she lay in bed tucked against Draco's side, staring at a wall that was clearly not hers, deep seeded regret wormed its way into her heart. She could not believe that she'd destroyed a relationship with the only man outside of her family she'd ever trusted. Draco hadn't possessed her, abused her or belittled her. He treated her with kindness and respect and she ruined all of that for a quick tumble in the sheets.
She needed to escape. Chancing a glance at the clock on the night stand, she figured she had about an hour to get to practice. If she was going to make a run for it, now was the time before Draco, ever the watchful, awakened.
She visually assessed the room to see if she could locate what few articles of clothing that she arrived in. In the beginnings of morning light, she realized exactly how scant said clothing had been.
"Stop thinking so loudly, Weasley. I've got ten more minutes and you are thinking entirely too loudly for me to sleep."
Ginny froze. She was surprised and yet not surprised to find Draco already awake. She was unsure if she should pretend to be asleep or acknowledge his statement.
"I've got practice soon. I need to head out," she said to the wall.
"I realize that. Hence the ten minutes, Ginevra. Just quiet your worrying for that long and we can deal with it after." She looked over her shoulder at Draco whose eyes were still closed and his face relaxed.
"How do you know?"
"Know what? That you're worrying yourself into a frenzy? You think I don't know what your anxiety feels like after all this time, Weasley? Now shush. I'm going to get the last bit of cuddling out of you that I can."
Ginny snorted at the idea of Draco being someone who enjoyed cuddling. No one would believe it. But then, a lot of things about Draco these days were unbelievable. She decided to take his advice and relaxed in his arms, enjoying their last few minutes of peace before reality set in.
Ginny hurled out of bed, rapidly scooping up her clothes.
"I can't believe you let me sleep. You said ten minutes, you asshole," Ginny yelled as she pulled her legs through her shorts. She had fifteen minutes to stop at her apartment, get changed and arrive on time to the pitch. Draco watched as she frantically searched under the bed and strewn covers for her elusive top from the night before. Shaking his head, Draco silently summoned her shirt. She reached for it gratefully when it flew into his hand, to no avail as Draco pulled it just out of reach.
"Draco, I don't have time for your ridiculous games. I'm late!"
"You're not late. You're running late." He swung his legs over the side of the bed and reached for Ginny's waist, still holding her shirt out of reach. She huffed as she stood between his legs, still struggling in the attempt to reach her missing item.
"Hey, not so fast," Draco looked directly into Ginny's frustrated brown eyes despite being eye level with her magnificent breasts. He cupped her chin and pulled her face down the few centimeters for a kiss. She begrudgingly accepted at first, only to find herself melting in his arms after a few seconds. Far too soon, she felt soft fabric slipping into the hand draped around his neck as he returned the long forgotten garment and gently pushed her away. She sighed, afraid to admit that she already missed him but knowing that she needed to leave now or risk Gwen's wrath if she was late.
"See you tonight?" Draco asked as Ginny pulled her shirt over her head. She tugged her hair out, shaking her head in the negative.
"Two a day practices still going strong. I probably won't see you until the end of the season with the way Gwen is working us," she said with a sigh.
Quidditch had been her refuge for as long as she could remember. Long hours on the field never bothered her. She could immerse both her body and mind in the sport and tune out all of the bad. She wasn't so sure if her approach to the game would work now. She had Draco and he kept the horrors at bay.
He rubbed his thumb soothingly across her hip, distracting her from her train of thought. "I understand. Got to be ready for Falmouth next weekend... You need to go," he said looking at the clock, over her shoulder. She looked as well realizing he was right. If she left now she'd have just enough time to head home to change and spell her hair clean. With one final quick kiss to Draco's mouth, Ginny grabbed her wand and robe and apparated home, leaving him to his empty, cooling bed.
A/N: This chapter is just a filler as we get to plot. I really struggled with how to frame the morning after but I needed to get this chapter up so that this fic wouldn't just turn into another abandoned fic on this site. Tell me what you thought?