Author's ubercool notes: i dedicate this to my friend, who has defected to another country. geez! i ain't THAT annoying...
ps:this is ALSO a very big dedication to the very nice reviewers. May the force so totally be with you!
DISCLAIMER: I ain't making money out of this…..why? is it possible?
CHAPTER VII
In Which Fantasies Are Almost Fulfilled
Moulded together, it felt right.
He felt it was right; he felt that he
needed more. Somehow, Draco couldn't seem to get enough of her. That body of
hers would give him sleepless nights. Sleep was annoying. Her damned smile wouldn't
leave him be. Those eyes would twinkle incessantly.
She would intrude his reverie in the dream. Ginny would make his dreams come true, only in those dreams. Then he would wake up, and obscenities would fly.
He needed more. He didn't know what. But he needed it.
Hermione settled next to Harry at the Griffindor breakfast table. Her eyes were locked with Blaise's as she took the seat. She broke the contact but felt those purple eyes trained at her. Merlin! She could even pinpoint where he was looking.
Harry noticed the sparks flying. He almost smiled. The currents around him might electrocute him someday.
He chewed on his toast, waiting for Hermione to control the colour in her cheeks, and compose the reactions her body was having to just looking at Blaise Zabini.
Draco approached them and took a seat across Harry, intending to stalk the absent Ginny to the ends of the Earth.
'Is Ron up yet?' Hermione asked Harry, reaching for the butter, being somewhat used to the no-insult version of Malfoy by now.
Draco choked on his toast and coughed violently, taking his fist to his vigourous chest repeatedly. Harry sputtered in laughter and then appeared disgusted at the thought that made Draco mutter, 'Merlin woman! Such perverted thoughts. And bloody Zabini says I have a sick mind.'
Harry merely shuddered and then begged Mione to rephrase the next time. Draco chuckled and Harry managed a grin.
Hermione was still lost in her own world. Even though she had loosened up from her annoyingly uptight self, she was still far from being completely carefree. Blaise was fast getting under her skin. She found her reactions to him confusing.
Blaise was soft, gentle and polite. Then his lips would meet hers and it was a completely different Blaise. The one who kissed her with a passion she didn't think possible. His smile would vanish and his eyes would be nearly piercing black. He left Hermione breathless, literally.
She might be frightened of such violent changes in personality, only she realised that she lost herself around him. Kissing him was like an exciting rush.
Last night, Blaise and Hermione plucked out books throughout the shelves in the library.
As Hermione stood tiptoe, reaching for the earlier edition of Hogwarts: A History, Blaise came up behind her and took it out for her. Surprisingly, her reaction was lustful than she thought possible. Her breathing had slowed, but Blaise took no notice of the effect his closeness had on her. She whirled around and pulled his collar towards herself. As the lips of one startled Blaise Zabini made contact with hers, she knew she couldn't let go. He was still visibly surprised when they broke apart, breathing heavily.
She then blushed and took Hogwarts: A History from Blaise's hands, and walked back to their table. He had very dazedly followed her back.
Hermione was still mortified by her responses to his stimulus. Blaise had to but whisper her name, and she would unwillingly start lusting after him. Maybe it would be easier if he played Quidditch. She still tuned out at the matches. Heck! She thought dejectedly, I'd be wanton even then.
So busy was she picturing Blaise in the exquisite Qudditch gear that she didn't realise when Draco looked at her and shared a confused look with Harry.
Harry was munching and took a look around to see Blaise, with his eyes now trained at his plate, brows furrowed in confusion. Must be the bacon. Damned connoisseur grinned Harry, turning around to see Draco imperceptibly nod at Hermione.
It occurred to Harry sometime between then and the time when Ron appeared at the table that Blaise was thinking about Hermione; not the bacon you git he chided himself.
Ron was taken aback seeing Draco at the table.The rest of the hall had been silently whispering about it, but Blaise, Harry, Hermione and Draco had been blissfully oblivious to it all.
Shaking his head and willing himself out of this twilight zone, he turned to Harry and nodded a "good morning" avoiding looking at the fair haired wizard.
'I did get up late' Ron mumbled in the throes of a yawn.
Draco's eyes widened innocently as Harry smirked and asked, 'Pansy?'
'Huh?' Ron looked up and then getting the meaning threw bread at Harry, mumbling 'Shaddup.'
Ginny was running late. She had had another waywarddream about Draco. This dream, like all others, didn't see her throttling the smirking wizard. He was, however, running short of air.
Dammit woman! Get a hold over yourself.
She sighed as she neared the entrance to the Great Hall.
Who was she kidding? She wanted Draco to get a hold of her. She remembered her dream and blushed, a slight smirk on her fair face.
Draco had been riding a horse. She shook her head and controlled the mad urge to giggle.
So lost was Ginevra Weasley in the thoughts of Draco in breeches that she bumped into Theodore Nott, who was leaning against the doorframe at the entrance to the Great Hall.
Not that Theo wasn't worth ignoring thought Ginny sighing. She mumbled an apology and tried to walk past.
'Well well well. Little Weasley can't stay away from me eh?' Theo attempted a smirk to match Draco, failing very, very miserably.
Ginny was in no mood to deal the truly Slytherin git.
'Shove it Snott' she said, pushing him out of her way.
'Where?' He asked sneering, his hand brushing her thigh.
Before Ron and Harry could get their wands out to hex Nott's sorry arse across the universe and back, a fist connected with Theo's jaw (having much the same effect).
Silence fell over the Great Hall as Theo's frame skid across the floor. Professor Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he pulled a face of disapproval. Blaise's widened twinkling eyes met the Harry's, both of them pursing their lips, refraining from full-blown guffaws.
Severus Snape however, was seething.
'Mister Malfoy' he thundered. 'That will be two hour's detention for such distasteful behaviour.'
Draco inclined his head, enabling his tresses to cover his eyes. He inclined his head ever so slightly, acknowledging Snape.
Then, he turned and advanced towards Theodore, rolling up the sleeves of his robes to reveal his muscular arms, with the full intention of accompanying Snape for another two hours' worth of detention.
Nott's life wasn't worth saving, but then again Draco's would be in jeopardy with Snape.
So, without a second thought, Ginny called out, 'Accio Malfoy.'
A startled Draco Malfoy flew towards her before she fully realized that this was the stuff her indecorous fantasies were made off.
He landed on top of her but his quicksilver seeker responses made him prop his lean, agile body on his palms, his mouth inches from hers.
Compromising as this position was, their eyes locked with each other and neither made any attempt to move.
Ginny's breath hitched in her throat, her ruby and cherry hair flowed across the floor, making her look like a sea nymph.
In that moment, Draco saw what he felt for her in Ginny's big russet eyes.
They were perilously close to snogging, so he did the gentlemanly thing.
Draco smirked and winked.
And then, Ginny burst out laughing.
Draco shook his head, muttering about 'women' making Ginny laugh even harder.
Dumbledore cleared his throat and all eyes turned to him. Draco, with very obvious reluctance, got off Ginny in one swift motion. He held out his hand for her. She smiled and got up, dusting her robes as Dumbledore was rising to his feet.
'I shall ask you Mr. Malfoy, to refrain from such frivolous behaviour at such a young age.' Ron's face was now putting rainbows to shame. 'However,' continued Dumbledore, 'you don't deserve detention as much as Mr. Nott here.'
'Makes it seem like a bad thing' muttered Draco, making Ginny giggle.
'Would someone please escort the wounded Mr. Nott to the Infirmary' Dumbledore continued, his eyes roving around the Great Hall looking for volunteers.
Harry and Blaise shared wide nefarious grins.
'We'll do it' they chorused all too enthusiastically.