Thanks to OnMyHighHorse for word change! Love all the feedback guys :) Anyways, hope Malfoy doesn't seem a little too OOC in the chapter, but I really wanted to go ahead and do this scene.
As you can probably tell, my number one pet peeve for fanfics is OOCness, and I don't want it anywhere near my own fics lol.
Don't worry though, our two favorite people will go back to being all snarky towards one another soon enough. Well, enjoy!
Ginny stared down at her plate, absently pushing her food around with her fork. All night long, she had dreamed of flying with someone, but she couldn't quit remember who it was. It was on the tip of her tongue. Her head started pounding again from her fierce concentration.
Harry saw her put her head in her hands and leaned over to put an arm around her shoulders. "You okay Ginny?" he whispered in her ears. She stiffened and looked up to glare at him. After everything he had told Ron, he had the nerve to ask if she was okay? She stood up suddenly.
"No Harry. I am not okay. I will not be okay until you start telling me the truth," she hissed in a low tone, then turned around and stormed out of the Great Hall. Harry stared at her retreating back, a confused look in his emerald eyes.
Malfoy watched her stand up and say something to The-Boy-Who-Lived-To-Be-A-Pain-In-the-Neck. Suddenly, she swept out of the room, with all eyes in the hall watching her in curiosity.
Hmm. Trouble in paradise, he mused to himself. Potter must be the reason the Weaselette has been crying so much lately. Strangely, the thought didn't give him the same satisfaction that it would have only a year ago.
Ginny stormed away from the Great Hall, her appetite suddenly gone. Why did things have to be so confusing? She had always liked Harry, ever since she first saw him at the train station so many years ago. After a while though, she had started to move on with her life once she realized that Harry didn't like her that way, following Hermonie's advice.
But, during a post-match celebration after she won the Quidditch cup, she and Harry had shared a kiss. After that, they had started dating, and she had felt positively ecstatic that he was finally seeing her as more than Ron's little sister.
Then, they broke up after Dumbledore's funeral because Harry said he was worried that Voldemort would try to use her to get to him. Later on, at Harry's birthday party, he let slip that Ron, Hermonie, and himself were going off on a dangerous mission.
As a present, she had kissed him with everything she had to let him know that she would never give up on him. After the war, they had gotten back together, and Harry seemed as happy about it as she was. But now, she just didn't know anymore. Everything was so confusing.
On top of it all, she couldn't stop thinking about Malfoy. Yes, she knew he was a slimy Slytherin git, and their families hated each other. But, she had seen him without his smug sneer on his face before; when they were flying together, for instance.
He had seemed to let go of all his burdens, just like she did. As soon as they were off the pitch though, the mask slipped back in place and he started being the cruel and arrogant person that had tormented her and her family for years.
Her thoughts whirled round and round in her brain, not exactly helping her headache very much. She soon found herself at the Quidditch pitch. Not quit feeling up to flying just yet, she slowly made her way into the stands and sat down. Closing her eyes, she let the breeze play with the strands of her red hair, making them dance in the air. She felt so lonely.
Being around the Golden Trio made her feel like a tag-along all over again. Growing up, she had followed her brothers around, always wanting to be a part of their games. Of course, they didn't take too kindly to a little girl messing up their fun, so she eventually started spending most of her time by herself.
At Hogwarts, she had made a few friends, but when she found Tom Riddle's diary, she felt like she finally had someone who reallycared about her. When she found out that he was only using her, she was devastated. Then and there, she made herself a promise to never rely on someone so fully ever again.
But, then Harry started noticing her. He made it difficult to keep her promise to herself, and she eventually broke the promise. Now, she felt empty inside. She didn't really have many friends that she cared to hang around. Luna was really nice, but Ginny couldn't have a serious conversation with her without being told about gumperfalls or flitterwicks or something. She needed someone to talk to. Someone who would actually listen and not judge her.
She was so deep into her thoughts that she didn't notice that someone had sat beside her. "So, want to talk about it?" a voice drawled from beside her. The sudden intrusion surprised her and she let out a small gasp and jumped, her eyes popping open to find a pair of slate grey orbs staring at her in amusement.
"Malfoy? What. . . .what are you doing here?" she finally managed to squeak out. He leaned back and laced his hands behind his head, long legs crossed at the ankles. The perfect picture of contentment. The breeze ruffled his soft blond hair, and his face was strangely open. "Oh, you know. I was just taking a walk and saw you here. Figured you could use someone to talk to, that's all," he replied finally, shrugging lightly as if it was no big deal.
But it was, and they both knew it. Ginny couldn't help but think of her wish earlier. The wish that she had someone to talk to. An uncertain look crossed her fair face. What if he only wanted to listen to her so that he could tell the whole school about it and make fun of her? He was Malfoy after all. Her fears must have shown, because he sighed softly.
She could see his muscles tense, and his jaw tightened slightly before he composed himself. "Look, I just thought you might want to talk. Never mind then," he muttered, getting up and starting to walk away with his shoulders hunched up a little.
"No! Wait," she said, her voice cracking slightly. He paused and turned towards her, a slender eyebrow raised. "Wait," she repeated. Malfoy slowly started walking back to her and sat down beside her again. Ginny took a deep breath, mentally preparing herself. "You're right. I do want someone to talk to. I was just. . . .surprised when you volunteered," she admitted, not looking at him, but rather gazing across the field.
"I understand," he told her in a low tone. A wry smile blossomed on his pale face. "I guess I'm not exactly the person you would expect to be volunteering to hear your confessions, huh?"
Ginny laughed at that. It was true. This was a rather bizarre experience. "So, what were you thinking about?" Malfoy asked softly. The red haired teenager sighed, not knowing where to even begin. "I was just feeling a little lonely I suppose," she answered after a few seconds. He turned towards her, a confused expression on his handsome face.
"Lonely? What about Scar- I mean Potter? You know, your boyfriend," he added with a smirk. Ginny wrinkled her nose and made a face. "Ugh, don't remind me."
He raised an eyebrow at that. "What? Is there something wrong with you two?" Ginny bit her lip and looked away, not knowing what to tell him. Was there something wrong? She honestly didn't know how to answer that one.
"He's hiding something from me. I overheard him and Ron talking about it. Ron wanted Harry to go ahead and tell me something, but Harry said he didn't want me to be hurt or anything. Then, when I pointedly asked him if there was anything he wanted to tell me, he said no. That everything was fine. He lied to me! I can't believe it. Plus he called me obsessed! Ugh, that git. I don't know. . . .it's like I don't even know him anymore. When I walk into the room and try to talk to him, he gets all awkward. I feel like an outsider when I try to talk to him when he's with Ron and Hermonie. Like I'm just the Golden Trio's sidekick or something," she blurted out, unable to hold it in anymore. When she was finished, she looked away self-conscious about telling Malfoy, her worst enemy, all her secret fears.
But the laugh and cruel remark she was waiting for didn't come. She peeked a careful glance at him and was shocked to him staring at her, a strangely gentle look in his smoldering grey eyes. "I'm sorry Ginny. He doesn't deserve you," he whispered softly. Slowly, as if afraid she was going to bolt, he leaned in closer to her and his face tilted so that he was staring down into her soft chocolate brown eyes.
Ginny watched as his head dipped lower, and closed her eyes in expectation. Her breath caught as he gently lowered his lips to capture hers.
A sensation like she had never known roared through her. As if acting on its own, her body molded itself to him, and her arms lifted up to drape around his neck. He pulled her tighter against him, his hands working their way through her silky red hair. Her soft breath fanned his cheek, and his skin tingled at the feel of it.
His body was warm and firm against hers. Ginny could feel his heart beating in his chest, the erratic pulse matching her own. The kiss was pure and sweet and everything it should be. Kissing him was like kissing pure bliss. She felt at such peace with him, it was as if the rest of the world simply slipped away until only the two of them remained.
But it couldn't last.
Malfoy pulled away first, his wide eyes staring deep into her own startled ones. The tender look on his face slowly faded away, to be replaced with a coldness that frightened her. He jerked his hands out of her hair and stood up abruptly, towering above her.
Ginny simply gazed up at him in silence, too stunned to form any sort of rational thought. He deliberately turned around and stalked off without a backwards glance. The girl stared after him, one slender hand on her still tingling lips.
What had they done?
Well, there you have it folks! The kiss you've all been waiting for! But don't leave yet. The story is far from over for our two little teens ;) I would say that it is just beginning, but that would be a little too cheesy don't you think?