Drinny FF
Chapter 26
I woke up slowly, my head still a little hazy from the night before. As my eyes blinked open and the room came into focus, I realized the bed next to me was empty. My heart skipped a beat. Ginny was gone.
Sitting up, I ran a hand through my tousled blonde hair, trying to shake off the strange mixture of nerves and excitement coursing through me. The memory of our kiss—the warmth of her lips, the way her fingers had curled into my shirt—flooded back to me. It had been reckless, impulsive. But it had been real. And now, she was gone.
I frowned, throwing off the covers and swinging my legs over the side of the bed. What if she'd changed her mind? What if it was a mistake, and she didn't want to see me again?
I dressed quickly, pulling on my robes, my mind racing. She had to be in the Gryffindor common room, I thought. It wasn't like I could just stroll into the Gryffindor Tower, but I had to see her. I needed to know what she was thinking. Was she avoiding me, or was she just—
I stopped myself. Enough with the worrying. I made my way out of the Slytherin dungeon, my feet carrying me faster than usual. The halls were quiet this early in the morning, but it felt like every shadow was watching me, judging me for what I'd done the night before.
Finally, I reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, the entrance to Gryffindor Tower. I hovered there, unsure of what to do next. It wasn't like I had the password, and shouting for Ginny would only draw attention. I was just about to turn around when the portrait creaked open, and there she was.
Ginny Weasley, her red hair still slightly mussed, her eyes widening in surprise when she saw me. For a brief, terrible moment, I thought she might turn around and pretend like nothing had happened.
But she didn't.
Instead, Ginny's face lit up with a grin, and before I could react, she was running toward me. She threw herself into my arms, and I stumbled back a step, catching her with a laugh. The relief flooded through me as she buried her face in my neck, holding me tightly.
Draco: I thought –
Ginny pulled back just enough to look at me, her brown eyes sparkling with mischief.
Ginny: You think too much.
She whispered, brushing a strand of hair away from his face.
Ginny: I wasn't going anywhere.
We stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside forgotten. Eventually, though, reality began to creep in, and Ginny tugged at my sleeve.
Ginny: Come on, let's get breakfast before anyone notices.
Together, we walked through the corridors, side by side, our fingers brushing but not quite holding hands. As we passed students on our way to the Great Hall, I felt the stares, the confused glances. A Slytherin and a Gryffindor—me and her—it was the last thing anyone expected.
Ginny seemed to notice too, but she just stared back at them, giving me a sidelong glance that made my stomach flip. We reached a quieter hallway, the chatter of other students fading away behind us. The silence between us grew heavy with unspoken words.
My pulse quickened as we rounded a corner, and without thinking, I grabbed Ginny's wrist, pulling her toward me. Her back hit the stone wall with a soft thud, and before she could say anything, I crashed my lips against hers.
Ginny gasped in surprise but quickly melted into the kiss, her hands slipping into my hair as I pressed her harder against the wall. The world outside ceased to exist; it was just us, tangled in the moment, our kiss filled with the same intensity and fire that had burned between us the night before.
When we finally pulled apart, both breathless, Ginny's cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were blazing with a mixture of amusement and desire. She looked up at me, her lips curving into a smirk.
Ginny: Well, that was one way to say good morning.
I chuckled, leaning my forehead against hers.
Draco: I couldn't help myself.
Ginny laughed softly, pulling me closer again.
Ginny: Good. Don't.