The Old Life

‘How do you pick up the threads of an old Life? How do you go on? When in your Heart you begin to understand, there is no going back.’

-Lord of the Rings

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How do you pick up the threads of an old Life?

The Old Life.

Ginny Weasley, sixth year Gryffindor Prefect, brushed her silky, auburn, hair and settled it around her shoulders. Clothing her somewhat curvy body, was a T-shirt and a thick, dark green, cashmere jumper - a present from her current boyfriend. Wrapping a maroon belt around her waist, to hold her flared jeans in place, Ginny grabbed her cloak and scarf and bounded from her dormitory, through the Gryffindor common room and down the Entrance Hall.

She stopped, panting slightly from her quick descent of the many staircases and pulled on her, overlarge cloak, which to had once belonged to her boyfriend, and was emblazoned with a small serpent coiling around the letter ‘M’. Once her body was snugly swathed in the black material she enveloped her neck in a long maroon and gold scarf.

Feeling that she would be protected from the ice cold air and falling snow, Ginny pushed open the large oak doors and made her way into the grounds. The bright sunlight’s reflection blinding her as it bounced up from the snow and shone directly into her chocolaty eyes.

Walking over to the lake she stared into it’s blackened depths. Kicking a small pebble into the water, her deep brown eyes observed as the ripples glided across the surface.

Unexpectedly a pair of arms had encircled her waist. She could smell the scent of cinnamon and shampoo around her. His breath tickling her neck.

‘Hello, Ms Weasley.’

His voice sent chills down her spine and the way his tongue rolled her name about, as though she was some sacred Goddess, made her tingle with pleasure. She smiled slightly and leant her head into the crook of his neck but would not let her gaze stray from the Lake.

‘Oh, but Sir, you should not approach me in daylight…my boyfriend would be most displeased.’ replied Ginny, her voice adopting a high, breathy, damsel in distress type of tone.

Draco smirked, ‘And your boyfriend? He’s scary is he?’

Ginny laughed inwardly, ‘Oh, no, not at all scary…quite the pansy actually. Do you know him…he’s called Draco Malfoy.’

Draco span her round, so his hands very perched tightly on her hips and his blues eyes staring intensely at her. ‘Who you calling a pansy?’

Ginny feigned surprise, ‘Oh, Draco, darling, I didn’t know it was you…’

Growling Draco lunged at his girlfriend and sent her tumbling into the snow bank, however the redhead was not so docile as he thought and soon found a hand gripping on tightly to his black cloak and pulling him down on top of her. Crushing her lithe frame with his slightly larger one.

‘Why, Mister Malfoy, if my brother were to come out now I do believe he would have a…er what’s the word?’

‘Freak out?’ suggested Draco, placing his elbows either side of her shoulders so he could prop himself up, taking some of his weight off of Ginny.

The small redhead frowned but then giggled, ‘Well, that wasn’t quite the word I was thinking of but, y’know, whatever levitates your broom.’

Draco grinned, ‘Want to know what levitates my broom, Ginevra?’ his eyebrows raised suggestively. Ginny’s cheek took on a slight blush, nothing too noticeable but a definite red hue could be seen across her slightly freckled cheeks.

Raising her finger she poked Draco lightly in the stomach, from her position beneath the blonde she felt his abdominal muscles quiver with laughter, he was incredibly ticklish, ‘Can I not make a simple remark without you hinting at all sorts of innuendo?’

Draco laughed slightly, ‘Oh, come on, Gin; you walked into that one.’

‘Fine, fine, you great, randy, Slytherin brute.’

He smirked and Ginny poked out her small pink tongue delicately. However before she could retract her tongue into her mouth, Draco had licked it with his. Ginny giggled at the odd gesture but lifted her head and kissed him on the nose sweetly all the same.

‘Draco, darling, my leg hurts.’ complained Ginny, as her legs were beginning to realise that Draco Malfoy had been lounging on them for quite a long time.

‘Oh, sorry, Gin.’ slithering his hands underneath her back he rolled over so that the redhead was now sprawled across his body, while he lay, his back in the cold snow. Ginny gave a shriek of surprise at their sudden role reversal.

‘Ugh, Draco, this doesn’t help my poor, dead-leg. I need to str-’

Before she could finish her sentence Draco had is very cold fingers underneath her sweater and was tickling her shamelessly.

‘Ah, Malfoy you git!’

Draco laughed out loud at the sight of his girlfriend attempting to be mad with him while suppressing the giggles he was causing because of his incessant tickling.

Rolling herself off of Draco’s torso Ginny grabbed a handful of the powdery white snow and thrust it into the blonde’s face. Draco spluttered as he fought to keep the cold substance out of his mouth and eyes. ‘Right, you little minx!’ he growled but as soon as he stood, Ginny had already thrown another, well packed and well aimed, snowball which hit him in his groin area. She doubled over with laughter while hearing her boyfriend yelling the words, ‘I hope you’ll be kissing this better later.’

Ginny’s face turned bright scarlet but turned and ran in order to hide her flaming cheeks. Soon however she heard Draco’s longer legs catching up to her. In his hands Draco held a large pile of snow, when he caught up to Ginny, something he found was fairly easy as she was only five feet tall and had very short legs compared to those on Draco’s six foot frame.

She squealed as the cold ice hit her flesh. It melted almost instantly and began to drip down her back and soak into her T-shirt, through her T-shirt and into her jumper and from her jumper into her robes. She shivered very visibly and Draco, feeling sorry for his freezing girlfriend, placed his arm around her shoulders, kissed the top of her head and led her towards Hogwarts.

They were almost approaching the stone slope which led to the large oak doors of the entrance hall when Ginny spotted it; a large snow bank. A huge pile of snow, untouched by snowballers or footprint, it was glistening in the wintry sunlight. A smirk, most reminiscent of her boyfriend’s, adorned her features. And suddenly Draco Malfoy found himself being catapulted into the large snow pile by Ginny who, was now, laughing manically and pelting it towards the entrance hall.

Only when she was inside did she feel safe that Draco would not attack her with any more snow as a retaliation. And sure enough, five minutes later, Draco entered the entrance hall, his usually tidy hair messy and falling into his eyes, his clothing soaking wet and sticking to him, defining his shape.

He growled throatily when he saw the redhead but smiled all the same, ‘You evil, conniving-’ Ginny smiled up at him and tenderly kissed him on the lips, sucking on his bottom lip making him moan slightly and increase his breathing, she pulled away and Draco finished his sentence ‘-beautiful, sexy little Gryffindor.’

She tittered slightly then looped her arm in his.

‘Want to go to the Room of Requirement?’ asked Draco, looking down at Ginny fondly.

‘Yeah, sure.’

Opening the door Ginny and Draco entered the Room of Requirement, inside they found it was decorated a rich maroon colour. Draco scowled slightly at this but let it pass - after all Ginny was a Gryffindor so they couldn’t all be that bad. - there was a roaring fire, a large squashy sofa and what appeared to be a silver tray covered in all the ingredients to make Hot Chocolate, including a box of chocolates for the pair to

eat.

We need bath robes thought Ginny, and no sooner had this thought flitted through her mind two dressing gowns appeared on the arm of the couch. Smiling at Draco she advanced on them and picked up the emeralds green one for him and the slightly smaller, deep crimson one for herself.

Blushing slightly Ginny made her way towards the fire and turned her back on Draco. He smiled gently and stood directly behind her; Ginny shuddered when she felt Draco’s hands on her shoulders, helping her pull off the robes.

She turned around and saw him gazing at the black snow soaked robe in his hand, ‘Hey, this is my Robe, Weasley.’

Ginny grinned, ‘Yeah and I nicked it!’

Instead of saying anything further Draco lifted her sweatshirt off of her torso then proceed to take off her T-shirt. She gasped slightly at the heated touch of his fingers brushing over her breasts as he unclothed her.

‘Is your bra wet, Gin?’ he asked, smiling kindly at his precious girlfriend. She nodded her head and Draco wrapped his arms around her while his nimble fingers set to work at unclasping her brassiere. He felt her rounded bosoms fall against his clothed chest. He felt himself become instantly aroused. Ginny smiled at Draco’s sudden shallow breathing.

However the blonde did not stop what he had started. His fingers brushed down her flat, Quidditch toned, stomach and unbuckled her belt.

‘Red. So Gryffindor of you, Gin-a-ling.’ she smirked at him.

‘Now, now, Sweetie, I don’t make fun of your Slytherin-ness and besides, did you not notice I was wearing a green sweater and a robe with your initial on it.’

‘True, Gin-a-ling, true.’

Ginny shook her head at her boyfriend, but found herself letting out a gasp as her jeans fell, revealing her curvaceous legs.

‘I always did love your legs you know.’

‘Thanks, you didn’t seem to when they were in pain earlier.’ replied the redhead, feeling slightly embarrassed at the compliment all the same.

‘Now for those irksome panties.’ smirked Draco.

‘You’re such a boy sometimes Draco Malfoy!’ But far from being offended the eighteen year old Slytherin merely winked and licked his lips. He made to remove her underwear but her small hand stopped him.

‘They’re not wet, Draco.’ she looked up at him and saw the glint in his eyes, ‘and leave the freakin’ innuendo in that sentence alone.’

Picking up her robe Ginny placed it over herself, covering all her flesh and sat herself besides the fire.

‘Excuse me, Miss Weasley.’ drawled Draco, ’But I think you should pay someone back after they so lovingly removed you from your wet clothes.

Sighing, Ginny found herself on her feet again an placing herself in front of a rather smouldering looking Draco Malfoy. Lifting his black robe of his shoulders she let it fall to the floor. Next her small hand weaved themselves underneath his top and she unstuck it from his firm chest, tickling him slightly as she did so.

‘My underwear is rather wet, Miss Weasley.’

The last thread of clothing to leave Draco was his pair of dark green boxers, which blushing madly, Ginny slid off and set about laying all their clothes in front of the flames so that they could dry off.

Hiding her face, while Draco slowly and leisurely pulled on his robe, Ginny preyed her skin was returning to its natural colour. It wasn’t that they hadn’t seen each other naked before, as Ginny had given her virginity to Draco, but the young redhead still felt slightly squeamish about other people seeing her naked body.

Ginny lay between Draco’s outstretched legs, her head lolling onto his slightly muscled upper body. Smiling happily she traced little circles on his leg while he watched her with his pale blue eyes. His silvery blonde hair was mussed up and hanging in his eyes but not enough to obstruct his vision.

‘Mmm, I want some hot chocolate.’ smiled Ginny, eyeing the tray of victuals. Standing up she carefully stepped over Draco’s leg and approached the silver tray.

‘Ooh, go on then, Gin, if you insist I’ll have one.’ smirked Draco. Ginny turned around and gave him a withering look but upturned two cups and filled them with the hot milk all the same. After dropping three heaped spoonfuls of cocoa powder and stirring well, Ginny made her way back towards her boyfriend, travelling to him on her knees.

‘Here you go, Master Malfoy.’ stated Ginny sarcastically, throwing a little bow in for good measure.

‘That’s more like it. I should be treated like a King…’ sighed Draco taking a large sniff of his hot chocolate. After a gulp of her drink Ginny threw herself upon Draco’s legs and grinned.

‘Shush, dear, wouldn’t want you getting a big head, now would we?’ mollycoddled Ginny, reaching her long arm up and patting the side of the blonde’s head lovingly albeit slightly patronisingly.

Draco growled and grabbed her hand, Ginny yelped with delight as she felt him nibbling her hand but her jump of surprise had sent her drink flying all over the rug.

‘Crap.’ muttered the redhead, pulling her hand away from Draco’s mouth she stood to go clear up the stain however she didn’t get very far as her boyfriend had grabbed hold of her legs.

‘You’re not going anywhere, Missy!’

Author’s Note: Hmm. This is actually a part of a four part fanfiction, however, because it’s tragic and ends up Ginny with Harry and all that I figured I wouldn’t be allowed to post it up here - I can, however, post the flashback up and serve it as a fluffy one-shot. Major Fluff.

Review, my pretties, review…

Tasha x