A/N: I believe this story is nearly complete, as this is going to be the last chapter. It was only intended to be a short fic, just to see if I could do it. I've been reading HP fanfics for a while and wanted to try my hand at it. So what do you think of my first attempt?
P.S. This time I'm going to separate scenes with song lyrics, just giving you the heads up. Oh, and I believe the story will earn its rating in this chapter, so be warned.
Chapter 5
I, am thinking it's a sign,
That the freckles in our eyes are mirror images,
And when we kiss they're perfectly aligned.
And I, had to speculate,
That God himself did make us into corresponding shapes,
Like puzzle pieces from the clay….
I, tried my best to leave,
This all on your machine, but the persistent beat,
It sounded thin upon listening
And that, frankly, will not fly
You will hear the shrillest highs and lowest lows…
The sunlight glared through the curtains as Ginny tossed her arm over her eyes. She rolled over again, but found that the bright beams were unavoidable.
"Not yet, I was having the most wonderful dream," she mumbled, rubbing her eyes and willing a cloud to move in front of the sun.
She was determinately lugging the covers over her head to block out the light when she noticed a scrapping noise coming from her blanket folds. She fumbled and uncovered a note scratched on a scrap bit of parchment.
Ginny,
Dinner tonight. I'll pick you up at 8 p.m.
Draco
She sat bolt upright as the events of the previous evening came flooding back. Draco. Dinner. Wine, lots of wine. Kissing on the couch. Kissing in the hallway. Kissing on the bed…at that point, things became fuzzy and with a sharp intake of breath, Ginny realized she couldn't remember how the evening had ended.
"Oh dear," she whispered to herself.
In a moment she had grabbed her wand and was dashing to the fireplace, tossing floo powder into the flames.
"Lucy! Lucy, I need to talk!"
Her head was poking into Lucy's dark kitchen. Apparently her friend had much thicker curtains. After several minutes of controlled shouting, Ginny was relieved to see a hassled looking Lucy sulk into the kitchen.
"If you aren't bleeding, I swear to Merlin…." Lucy grumbled, rummaging around for a kettle for tea.
"Lucy, darling, you look smashing this morning," Ginny grinned, her knees beginning to ache from kneeling in front of the fire.
"Don't try that flattery rubbish on me now. You've already woken me up before 9 a.m. on a bloody Saturday," she replied
"Is it that early?" Ginny asked innocently.
"Yes," Lucy snarled. "Now what is so bloody important?"
"I can't really say here," Ginny began. "Meet me at the Leaky Cauldron for coffee and breakfast in half an hour?"
"Wha, but I - "
"I promise, it'll be worth your while."
"This doesn't have anything to do with Malfoy, does it?"
Ginny grinned mischievously and heard Lucy shriek excitedly before she winked and pulled her head back through the flames.
I don't care if Monday's blue
Tuesday's gray
And Wednesday too
Thursday I don't care about you
It's Friday I'm in love
"Alright, this better be important," Lucy said, pulling up a chair to Ginny's table, grateful that the other witch had taken the initiative to order Lucy's favorite coffee.
"Malfoy came over to my flat for dinner last night. We drank almost two bottles of wine. The last thing I remember is snogging him," Ginny whispered, blushing furiously, "on my bed."
Lucy nearly sprayed her mouthful of coffee on Ginny.
"What?!" She choked out.
"I don't know what happened. I was drunk. He was drunk. It just, I don't know-" Ginny was still blushing, wringing her hands and looking pleadingly at Lucy.
"Oh Merlin. You're falling in love with him!" Lucy whispered accusingly.
"What?! Of course not! You're mad!" Ginny protested. She wasn't focusing on Lucy anymore. "I can't, I don't. He doesn't. Oh Lucy, I think you're – No, it's impossible. Yet…" Ginny gasped, and covered her mouth with her hand.
"Ginny, you aren't making any sense whatsoever. Are you alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine. I've just had a realization," Ginny smiled, taking a deep breath and picking up the menu. "Pancakes sound terrific, don't they?"
"Ginny?" Lucy was studying her face carefully. Ginny was about to reply when Tom came over. Both women ordered pancakes.
When they were alone again Lucy fixed her with another intense stare. Ginny sighed.
"You're right, Luce," she said, smiling despite herself.
"You love him." It wasn't a question.
"Apparently," she laughed.
"Have you told him?"
"Lucy, I just figured it out myself a moment ago."
"Oh, well, you should probably talk to him or something," Lucy said, as Tom sat their pancakes on the table.
"We're going to dinner tonight." Lucy raised an eyebrow. "He left a note on my pillow."
Lucy feigned gagging and both laughed.
"And you don't remember what happened?" Lucy asked.
"Not entirely." Ginny was blushing again. "But I woke up in my bed."
"Wearing the same clothes as the night before?"
"Well, now that you mention it…I was wearing my pajamas this morning, but I don't remember putting them on..."
Lucy whistled and Ginny looked horrified.
You come from parents wanton,
A childhood rough and rotten
I come from wealth and beauty,
Untouched by work or duty
And oh, my love, my love
And oh, my love, my love
We both go down together.
"My, my, someone has a spring in their step today," Mr. Watson said, smiling.
It was late afternoon and Draco was finishing his Saturday round of visiting patients. He had just let Mr. Watson win a second game of wizard's chess. He looked at the man now, confusion etched on his face.
"Pardon?"
"You were whistling, Mr. Malfoy." Draco was a little shocked to see the old man smirking knowingly at him. "Finally found a lady friend, have you? Wouldn't be that lovely redhead you were showing around here the other day, now would it?"
"I have no idea what you are talking about," Draco said innocently. "If you're feeling alright, I think I'm going to head out for today. Wouldn't want to let you beat me at chess again," he joked.
"Have a nice weekend, Mr. Malfoy. And give that lady a hello from me," he said, winking as Draco shook his head and gently closed the door behind him.
He was almost back to his office when he realized he was whistling again. He promptly stopped and grinned to himself. Mr. Watson was right. Draco was feeling happy. Happy in a way he was sure he had never been before.
As he organized the papers on his desk and gathered his cloak he let his mind wander to the night before. Things were slightly fuzzy, but he could remember well enough. He recalled the way he had felt when Ginny had told him he was a beautiful person and the way her soft kisses had made his chest contract in a most unfamiliar manner.
The way they had stumbled down the hallway and into her bedroom, never breaking their kiss. The way her hair had fanned out around her head as they tumbled onto her bed. The restraint it had taken him to leave her when he had realized she was far more intoxicated than he. The last thing he wanted was for her to do something she was going to regret.
He had pulled away from her lips and held her closely to him, gently stroking her hair. In moments she had fallen asleep and he had transfigured her work clothes into pajamas and scrawled a quick note.
He walked to his office door, scanning the office to make sure he had not forgotten anything. He locked his office and exited the facility, deciding he wouldn't wait until 7 p.m. to see her. He remembered her telling him that her only weekend plans were a Sunday brunch with her friends. He smirked and with a pop he was gone.
Though I'm usually pacifistic,
You are mercifully sadistic…
It's coming to fruition.
The sympathetic vibration
Your train is at my station.
Within without
Within without
Within without
Within without
Within without
Ginny was tidying up the kitchen when she heard the distinct pop of apparation outside her apartment door. It was a few minutes before 5 p.m. and Ginny had just returned home. After breakfast she had left Lucy, who was meeting her boyfriend Ted, and Ginny had spent the afternoon visiting her parents at the Burrow.
Somehow Mrs. Weasley's usual 'you aren't getting any younger and should settle down' lecture was more severe since Molly found out Ginny and Thomas had broken up. Much to Ginny's dismay, in an attempt to pacify the woman she had accidentally let slip that maybe she was seeing someone new, but absolutely refused to say who. Ginny was certain the Weasley's were not quite ready for their only daughter to be harboring feelings for the heir of the Malfoy line.
A sharp knock on the door brought Ginny back to the present. She wiped her hands on a towel and went to the door.
"Malfoy? You're three hours early!" She exclaimed, stepping aside to let him inside and closing the door behind him. He smiled and took in her casual jeans and sweater.
"Am I?" He grinned, grabbing her hand and pulling her to him.
"Yes, and I just got home," she protested, successfully dodging him as he bent his head for a kiss. "I won't be ready to go for a while. I helped mum in her garden earlier."
She stepped out of his embrace and turned towards her bedroom. In three steps he had pulled her back into his arms again.
"Who said we were going anywhere?" he asked, smirking.
"You did, this morning in the note you left," she replied, suddenly upset that he hadn't been beside her when she had woken up. "By the way, why did you leave last night? I seem to remember things being rather heated."
"Ginny Weasley, you were very smashed. Are you angry at me for being a gentleman?" He was joking, but his casual response only added to her sudden anger.
"A gentleman? You left a very hot and bothered witch completely high and dry last night!" She snarled, trying to free herself from his grip.
"Hot and bothered, were you?" he smirked, running his hands up and down her back.
"That's not the point," she breathed, melting into his touch. Involuntarily her arms had wrapped themselves around his neck. He leaned down to plant wet kissed along her collarbone and laughed against her throat. She snapped her head back. "You left, when I had practically dragged you to my bed. I don't think you want me. You're just a tease, Malfoy."
"I left because you were clearly inebriated, and I didn't want to do anything you might have regretted this morning," he explained, gazing into her darkened eyes. "And I am not a tease."
She opened her mouth to retort, but he took it as an opportunity and crashed his lips down on hers. Their tongues stroked against each other and her leg was once again wrapping around Draco's waist, seemingly of its own free will. She was barely conscious that he was backing her up against the wall until she felt him press her up against it. If the bulge in his pants was any indication, he wanted her just as much as she was aching for him.
"You're wearing far too much," he murmured against her lips, breaking contact long enough to divulge her of her bulky sweater. He took a moment to admire her green lacy bra. Who knew a Weasley could look so good in Slytherin green, he thought, grinning and dipping his head to lick a trail from her neck to the valley between her breasts, stopping occasionally to nibble on her creamy skin. He rubbed his thumb across the lacy material where he knew her nipple was concealed and was rewarded when she moaned shamelessly.
"Draco," she breathed, and the hunger and longing evident in her voice made his pants grow tighter. He grinded himself against her. She took the hint and slid his robes to the floor. She pushed against his chest to maneuver him towards the hallway as she began to painstakingly undo the buttons on his shirt. He cupped her bottom and kissed her neck as he carried her towards the bedroom.
As she freed the bottom of his shirt from his trousers and tossed it to the floor she couldn't help but marvel at his toned body. She ran her fingers down his chest, eliciting a deep moan of longing from him which she silenced with a kiss. They tumbled to the bed, never breaking the kiss. She caressed his back as his tongue explored her mouth. He pulled back to suck on her bottom lip for a moment and she took the opportunity to move.
With a swift shove she had pushed him off her and reversed their positions. She was now straddling his arousal provocatively and he was smirking at her, his eyes half closed. She leaned forward and kissed him soundly on the lips. He tried to pull her against him, but she resisted.Instead she moved down his body, trailing a path with her tongue on his chiseled muscles, alternating between gentle biting and sucking. When she felt the top of his pants on her chin she winked at him and unbuttoned his trousers with her teeth.
"Not that I'm complaining," he panted as she shoved his pants to the floor, "but where in Merlin's name did you learn how to do that?"
"You aren't the only one who had a reputation back at Hogwarts," she replied, sliding off the bed.
He propped himself up on his elbows to protest her sudden departure, but stopped when he saw her hands move to the button on her jeans. He sucked in a breath as she slowly undid the zipper and pushed her jeans to the floor. He barely registered that her underwear matched her bra before she stepped out of her jeans and crawled back onto the bed.
"My turn," he said, shifting her so that he was once again hovering over her. He slid his hands around to her back and she lifted her shoulders so that he could unhook her bra. Her underwear soon found the pile of clothes on the floor, quickly followed by his boxers. He leaned forward and licked her bottom lip; she gasped and pulled him to her.
The friction of their naked bodies pressed together combined with their passionate kissing was almost more than he could take. He broke their kiss when she shifted her knees apart to allow him to position himself at her entrance.
"Are you sure?" he asked gently, searching her eyes for any sign of uncertainty.
"Oh gods, yes," she sighed, bucking her hips against his arousal and rubbing her hands down his back. He nodded and in one swift thrust he was inside her. She groaned with pleasure and wrapped her legs around his bottom.
After a few incredible moments, both reached their peaks and he had collapsed on top her, panting. When his breathing had returned to normal he rolled to the side and pulled her against him. He wrapped protective arms around her trembling frame and planted a soft kiss on her forehead.
She sighed contently as she snuggled into the crock of his shoulder and wrapped her arms around him. She placed her head on his chest and listened to his even breathing, feeling rather soothed and sated. In moments the steady sound of his heartbeat had lulled her to sleep.
Say goodbye and just fly away
When you come back I have something to say…
How does it feel to know you'll never have to be alone, when you get home?
There must be some place here that only you and I could know
So I can show you how I feel
"Ginny, I was going crazy without you," he breathed into her ear, licking the outer rim.
It was Sunday evening and Ginny had just escaped her brunch with Hermione and Lucy. Draco had been waiting in her kitchen and promptly dragged her to the bedroom.
"I left as soon as I could," she replied, pulling them down onto the bed. "Besides, I have work tomorrow, so I won't be able to see you until 5 at least."
"That reminds me; don't you still have another story to write about me?" he whispered, moving down her neck to gently suck her pulse point.
"Yes, so?" she murmured, rolling on top of him and only slightly attempting to focus on what he was saying.
"So…" he cupped her bottom, pressing her into his arousal, silently showing her how much he wanted her.
She sighed as he planted kisses behind he ears and down her neck. "So, isn't it unethical for you to write a story about someone you're dating?"
"I'll talk to Melanie. Wait, did you say dating?" This had gotten her attention. She pulled back from him slightly, gazing into his eyes questioningly.
"Contrary to popular belief I don't go around snogging random girls," he explained. "Seeing as I can't stop bloody thinking about you, I figure I might as well keep you around."
"Draco Malfoy! If that's how you planned on asking me to be your girlfriend, you better try again. That wasn't a request, it was a demand!" She poked him in the chest halfheartedly trying to suppress the smile that was tugging at the corner of her mouth.
"Well, Malfoys usually get what they want," he answered. "Now stop smirking at me."
"And what does this particular Malfoy want?" She asked, leaning back and looking into his grey eyes.
"You. All of you, and for a very long time," he whispered, suddenly serious. He found her hand and laced her fingers with his.
"Draco, this is all happening really fast, are you sure?" She asked, searching his eyes for a flicker of hesitation or uncertainty. She found nothing.
"Of course, I'm sure. I love you, Weasley," he said, eyes growing big when he realized the seriousness of what he had just revealed. She stared at him for a moment, relief flooding through her chest.
"Good. Because, somehow, I've fallen in love with you too, ferret boy," she replied, smiling.
He laughed and pulled her to him, covering her lips with his and wrapping his arms around her.
(A/N: I'm sorry if it ends kind of abruptly. I wasn't sure where else to go with this. Thanks for reading it! Let me know what you think!