Thin line by Aurora North

Rating: R
Genres: Angst, Romance
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 5
Published: 18/09/2003
Last Updated: 19/09/2003
Status: Completed

Just when you hate someone you realize it isn’t hate at all.




1. Thin line
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**"Thin line"**

Rated: R for sexual references and some heavy breathing
Summary: Just when you hate someone, you realize it isn't hate at all.
A/N: Not betaed… so sue me
Disclaimer: Last time I checked JK was still a goddess and I was still pond-scum. The sugarbabes
rock as well for the lovely song Breathe Easy all lyrics belong to them.
Warning: The fluffiest piece of writing I shall ever write.

*
We've been waiting for a change
But I don't mind if you don't change baby
Though it might seem crazy
But I'm happy with you this way*

He hates it when she flips her hair like that; it makes him want to touch that soft velvet skin
of her neck. Just a finger at first, then follow with his tongue, listening to her moans so sweetly
just as he nibbles softly at that one spot beneath her ear.

*He wants to untie that hair from the strict confines of the braids she always wear and let it
brush against him, he just knows it will feel impossibly soft against him. Her hair smells like
Vanilla, he knows because he always takes a deep breath when she passes him in the hallways. And he
hopes that one day she will let him hold all that hair in his hands reveling in that silken
fire.*

He really hates it when she smiles in that slightly shy way of hears. Her eyes downcast, letting
her eyelashes rest softly as butterfly wings against her check. It reminds him that she never
smiles at him that way. She never smiles at him anyway. It is always harsh words and stubborn
chins.

*And that lovely little pout that makes him want to cover that bee stung bud with his own
hungry lips. She will taste like strawberries and cream, he just knows it. She will be shy at
first, hesitant because she is innocent and a tiny bit afraid. But he will soothe her, his tender
words and loving hands will make her relax and open up to him so that he can taste the inside of
her mouth, and hesitantly her tongue will touch his own and they will both explore each other with
hot roaming mouths.*

He is disgusted by the way she dresses, worn robes that always seem to be a bit tight around her
chest and hips making it so that he has to look. How her white shirt is almost see-through, just
enough so that he can see a hint of a lacy bra beneath, and how her skirt is just short enough to
make him look at her legs.

*One day he wants to have those long slender legs wrapped around him, she would grind herself
against him as they hurriedly undressed in his room. She would laugh as he ripped that worn shirt
off her and laid her down on silken sheets instead. He would taste her nipples through the lace of
her bra making her arch her back into his touch hearing her make mall whimpers and groans with
desire as he drove her mad with lust.*

He is nauseated by the way she eats. The tip of her tongue comes out to lick a small spot of
chocolate sauce from the corner of her mouth, that soft pinkness teasing him with what he will
never have. Her soft lips wrap themselves around another spoonful and he groans.

*He wishes those lips could taste him instead. They would tickle and play in curly sheets and
then she would straddle him. They would stop laughing as they looked deep into each others eyes.
She would slowly make her way down from his mouth, across his chest, letting her tongue dip into
his navel before following that soft dusting of hairs downwards. And finally she would wrap those
lips around him, making him groan and fist his hands in her luscious hair.*

But the worst is probably her freckles; they way they are dusted ever so slightly across her
nose, making him want to taste each and every one. Thinking maybe they will be like a cinnamon
spice against her creamy skin. And then there are those tiny freckles he can see just above her
shirt, making him so incredibly curious. Maybe they will cover the swell of her breasts as
well?

*One day he will count every freckle of her body, kissing each and everyone. He will tickle
hear as he works his way down her sides making her giggle and occasionally swap at him in a playful
gesture. He will take part in that playful banter that is unlike anything he has ever had before
and when they are exhausted from laughing he will cover her small body with his own. He will tell
her that the freckles she strives so hard to hide are beautiful just as she is and then silence her
protests with a kiss.*

He doesn't know why he keeps looking at her across the great hall, she really isn't
pretty. Her body probably is a bit on the curvy side, and she really is a bit short. Making her
almost fat.

*In three years he will stoke her curved belly when it is stretched taut by his seed and hold
her hair when she vomits. He will bring her muggle soft drinks when she craves them and even
apparate to London one late evening cause she has her mind set on this one particular tandori
place. He will tell her that she is beautiful when her she can no longer see her toes and he will
rub her legs when she gets a cramp at five o'clock in the morning.*

No. The worst part is her eyes. They way she can look at you as if you were the only person
around. They way they seem to tell the world exactly how she feels. How tiny tears will gather when
you say something cruel that you didn't really mean you just needed to say something soon so
that she wouldn't realize that what you really wanted to say was I love you.

*In exactly 18 months and two days, three hours and 12 minutes, Draco Malfoy will stand before
a gathering of family friends and former enemies and take her hand in his. He will slowly push a
ring on her fingers and say I do in front of all her brothers thanking whatever deity that let
Ginny Weasley give him a second look.*

He gets out of his chair as soon as he sees her leave her table and hurries from the room,
cutting corners and running in hallways, catching up to her right outside the Gryffindor tower.

"Hey Weasley!" He says slightly out of breath from running but still trying hard to
sound cool.

"What?" She turns and has and incredibly cute, slightly wary expression on her face as
she faces him.

"Ginny… I was wondering… next weekend…"

He is stuttering she realized Draco Ferret-boy Malfoy scourge of Gryffindors is stuttering. And
he is rather sweet like that. Almost like a normal teenage boy. And he called her by her first name
when he in the past always referred to her as Weasley.

So she smiles at him, shyly, because she is still not sure why Draco Malfoy has stopped her in
the hallways and is stuttering. And then he groans. And one of his hands comes up to rest against
hers, not taking it in his, not quite. But it's there next to hers touching her has he almost
whispers.

"Do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me?"

And because he was stuttering and did not really take her hand, she takes his and flips her hair
across her shoulder because she always does that when she is nervous.

"Sure Draco," she says. "I would like that."

And right then Draco knows that there is not a single thing about Ginny Weasley that he
isn't happy with just this way.

*Fin*