Kissing Prompts: Kiss Number 6

Pairing: Drinny

Rating: T for swearing

6. Empty Kiss - When one of you don't kiss back, just the stoic feeling of their lips on yours, it's empty, like no one even cares anymore.

"I'm not going to keep repeating that it wasn't what it looks like, Draco!" yelled Ginny as she walked swiftly after an irate Draco.

"Bullshit, Ginny! I know what I saw!" said Draco, stopping to face her.

"It really wasn't like that!"

"Then tell me what it was!"

Ginny stared desperately in Draco's steel gray eyes for some kind of warmth. There wasn't any.

"Okay, so I'm not going to lie and say a kiss didn't happen, because it did." said Ginny. "It was the thrill of the moment. I was so excited about winning."

"So all someone has to do to snog you is to win a quidditch match? How very Parkinson of you." scoffed Draco.

Ginny winced, but continued her story. "Anyways, we just left the common room because I was embarrassed. I didn't leave with him to go find a quiet corner to snog."

"And yet that's exactly what the fuck you did, wasn't it?" snapped Draco. "That's what you and fucking Potter were doing when I saw you!"

"It wasn't supposed to happen, Draco!"

"And yet it fucking did! You and Potter might as well had been shagging! Why, Ginny?! Did you at any point in your sticking your tongue down that tosser's throat think of me?!"

Ginny looked at Draco, not knowing how to answer the question. She couldn't very well lie, he would know it, he always did. And the truth would crush him. So what could she do?

Nothing. Which is what she did. She didn't say a word.

Draco tried everything to keep his emotions to himself. He was always taught to hold them in, not let anyone know what he was thinking or feeling. But Ginny had always been the one to get him to take the mask off. Voluntarily as well as involuntarily.

"I get it. I'm done." he said in a hollow voice.

Ginny's eyes grew big as she grabbed his arm. "What are you talking about? What do you mean by done?"

"I'm not going to be your dirty little secret anymore. You think I'm going to did idly by and watch the girl who claimed she cared for me snog my worst fucking enemy with a smile on my face? You've got the wrong Malfoy." said Draco, snatching his arm away from Ginny's grasp.

"What are you saying?" said Ginny, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Don't be stupid, Weasley. You know exactly what I'm saying."

Weasley. The sound of him going back to referring to her as her last name felt like a bludger to the chest. He hadn't called her that in a year. And now it was like nothing happened.

She grabbed Draco almost violently and pressed her lips against his. She wanted to show him that what her and Harry did really didn't mean a thing. That she was indeed sorry, and that she wouldn't never do it again. Surely he could feel it. Surely he would respond.

And as badly as Draco wanted to kiss her back, he didn't move a muscle of his lips. They fell flat against hers, and remained that way, until Ginny pulled away from him, looking as distraught as he felt.

"Later, Weasley." he said, turning and walking away, leaving Ginny to shed the tears she had been desperately trying to hold in.

What had she done?