Emotions: \ee'-mõ-shuns\ n :a usu. Agitation or disturbance of mind; vehement or excited mental state; intense feeling (as of love, hate or despair) TRHPS rules!!!>A<
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Realizing what she had just done she pushed him off of her, gathered what she could and stormed out of the library.
Leaving a very confused Draco behind.
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Draco sat there trying to mentally organize what just had happened.
That annoying sound came then the Weasley was punching him madly, his head swam in confusion.
Realizing his state, he stood up abruptly, straightened out his wrinkled robes, fixed his platinum-blonde hair and felt his face, stopping at his lips; he mentally cursed at the Gryffindor while taking out his handkerchief to wiping the blood away.
"That foolish girl! What did I do to get her all worked up?!" he said puzzled. Oh I don't know said an aggravating little voice behind his head sarcastically.
He merely raised a now perfect eyebrow and ignored his newly acquired voice; frankly he didn't care about her so why the sudden interest, apart from the fact that she had suddenly raided him, for no reason whatsoever.
He was taken out of his florally spiced blasphemous talk for the red-headed by voices coming from the entrance of the library. Assuming that breakfast was over, he took all his letters and made his way out the doors. Shoving some Hufflepuffs out of the way and on to the floor.
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The rest of the day went awkwardly smooth. Almost too smooth, this sadly left quite the profitable time to think.
Once entering the portrait hole all she got was first and second years and hardly any others that had gone to Hogsmeade that it now seemed boring, joy, and now she even had to share it.
Ginny looked around to see if she recognized anyone, mostly first years that she had made the mistake to befriend, now they wanted to do everything with her, but they didn't seem to notice there. Good. So she just plopped down on a comfy chair near the window and got lost in the abyss of her thoughts.
She had been wondering about what she had just done to Malfoy, even though it was wrong she was proud of herself for doing what she had done, her chest puffed in pride, the her shoulders went further than humanly possible. How could she think that! Of course she felt bad about the 'taking it out on you enemy' thing.
She kept turning and tossing the though around a bit, it consisted mostly spending the whole afternoon, trying to find it some feet for it to stand on, and failing miserably, until the arriving flock of students signaled the arrival of the students that went to Hogsmeade. She took all her books up to her dorm and slipped out of the Common Room unnoticed, she was getting pretty used to the whole slithering thing.
Her little stroll took her took to many little chambers, very interesting actually, and it would've reached 'fascinating' levels if she wasn't so wrapped up in thoughts, one even looked as if Mother Nature had just been there. The classroom was covered with vines and the tables and chairs were bathed with beautiful flowers. Approaching it she also saw poisonous and man-eating plants, so she kept the looking to herself. The rest of the chamber were also very diverse with all sorts of surprises kept within, it would have been a great stroll if her mind wouldn't stop her happiness with her troubles.
Absent-mindedly she ended up in an endless cold dark corridor. The walls were hardly lit by some torches that hung on the wall and the cement looking walls gave the impression of a dark never ending hallway.
Must be at the dungeons…she assumed by the strong smell of Flobberworm remains in the air.
Footsteps could be heard ascending from the other end of the hallway. She took hiding behind a mount of scrambled shields on the floor Filch musn't like the dungeons much.... As the footsteps drew closer she squinted through the dark to make out the person that was coming.
Draco Malfoy was storming through the dungeon corridors, his eyes swelled up with anger and on second look you could, but not clearly, see tears… tears of hatred.
As Ginny watched a very frustrated Draco walk, no, storm through the corridors she caught sight of his face apart from the tears that rolled down his face his lips were swollen with, what Ginny assumed, her punches and couldn't help but feel sorry for him.
She was so surprised at herself for taking pity in someone as hateful an annoying as him that she didn't notice his steps dying away.
She has always hated the Malfoys. Since she was little she was taught to hate that name in particular. The only words that would be exchanged between a Weasley and a Malfoy were rude remarks and insults. And what made her hate them even more was what Lucius Malfoy did her first year. If then hatred was present that made her hate him even more.
But now I pity him?! What's wrong with the world these days! She was interrupted by the walking of Slytherins (their Common Room must be near here!) talking mostly about their little visit to Hogsmeade. She caught a conversation some kid that was so hungry she would eat all that was in the Great Hall.
Dinner! She told herself
When the bunch of students left she followed them out the dungeons towards the Great Hall, still lost in her own thoughts.
She, in a small way admired Draco, not in a poor admire rich way but something different. She widened her eyes at her metal confession and continued thinking why… she asked herself not expecting answer.
You know why don't you? She asked herself.
"Yeah…" Ginny answered out-loud.
He was able to say what he wanted; he had money, respect and fear… What else would anyone want?
"Pathetic" she whispered to herself.
She took a deep sigh, forgetting that she had just seen a Draco Malfoy than is not seen everyday.
A crying Draco.
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Ginny had gotten quite tired these past two days always going to sleep late but lucky for her to-day was sun-day and she would be able to sleep in.
She woke up gradually, even though she had already slept much more than needed, she still felt tired.
Sighing once again she tried to recall all of last night's happenings.
She lazily standed up from her bed only to find once again her dorm almost empty.
On seeing that her roommate was up she greeted her back to the world of the awoken with a warm smile.
"Morn Gin!" said a little girl, sitting on the bed next to hers, happily.
"Hey Almond "she replied gloomily "what's up?"
The almond-colored hair girl looked at her puzzled "I didn't see you at Hogsmeade yester-day, where were you?"
"Um…. Didn't feel like going s'ppose…." Ginny replied groggily while pulling out some robes from the top drawers.
"Oh! Yeah!" she yelled out making her redheaded friend almost drop her recently done homework.
"What is it?" the girl answer curiously
"Did you hear about that girl um…. What's her name…? Chang, Cho?"
"Hmmm, nope"
"Remember since our third year that from Diggory's death she went into depression, crying, and all?"
"Yeah"
"Well I've heard that she was found in the bathrooms in some kind of comatose state... again!" (A/N: ack don't hit me! *blocks from attack* but I hate that Cho! Ok so... well you know... OOtP ppl don't hit me!)
"And?" replied the Ginny, now with annoyance on her face. She remembered those days all too well. During their fifth year she kept sending looks at Harry, not that she cared, she was too busy with her own boyfriend, but what angered her most was that he returned the looks. But at the end of the year and during the return in the train he had completely dismissed her. And after that depression kicked in and it made Harry feel completely guilty…
"Well… she a nice girl, I tried talking to her the other day and she seemed nice, like a ghost, a friendly ghost none the less"
"Whatever" she replied to her gossipy friend "I have to take a bath now..."
"Right, see you later and don't forget we are so going to Halloween's?" She trailed off.
"Oh! By the way you are already missed breakfast you know!" she was sure her roommate had heard her because at the sound of her words she heard her fall and trip hard onto the floor.
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The Great Hall was filled with the excitement and chatting of an upcoming event.
Ginny examined the Gryffindor table. Only to see her friends sitting one in front of the other, having vivid conversations. Hermione (who was proudly wearing her Head Girl badge) was sitting in front of Harry and as usual Ron sitting next to him. One thing she noticed was those quick glances Harry would shoot Hermione, obviously trying to hide them, but not doing a very good job because she would definitely saw them.
They didn't even seem to notice that she wasn't around because Harry had already allowed some other girl sit next to him. And because of her absence not being noticed, probably, Harry hasn't even told them about her love confession. She didn't want it to be public but also she preferred that than to be ignored.
She harrowed her eyes at that thought of it. She was thinking too much because she wasn't able to hear the three persons that were creeping up behind her, walking ever so silently in order to not be heard.
"So I suppose the Weaselette finally found out how annoying that Boy-who-is-too-stubborn-to-die is huh?" sniggered a voice behind her. Seconds later two other voices laughed clumsily at the remark "Come on! Face me! If I wanted to talk to ugly walls would I be here?"
Ginny sighed and looked around only to meet a usual Draco Malfoy and his two dumb followers; Crabbe and Goyle.
She rolled her eyes in boredom "Oh, piss off Malfoy" she said (a little surprised of her word usage) whilst sighing again.
"Tut tut tut Weasley, language, didn't your mom ever teach you manners, I mean if she could-" he was cut off before he could say anything else.
"I said FUCK OFF!" she said in exasperation while walking past him as if he was an inanimate object.
"You boys go on ahead without me" he said malevolently "I have some business to finish," he said while slowly raising his hand to where his lip had bled.
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He kept his distance, far enough for her not to detect him. Ha watched her like a predator after a prey, not too sigilous, but enough to know her next move by heart.
She stopped abruptly; probably realizing what she was doing and thinking where to go, he thought reasoningly.
Her stomach gave a loud grumble. Bloody hell! Doesn't that girl know any manners?
Once again she was on the move. This time she directed herself towards the kitchens, descending to the lower levels of Hogwarts. Once she got to the big fruit painting, stopped.
He saw her stand in front of the big painting and, oddly, raised her hand and did something that he hadn't expected and tickled the big pear that was to the furthest left. A doorknob appeared, she opened the door noiselessly and she entered. Thinking that those were the kitchens he awaited for her to come out of there.
After a couple of minutes she exited the kitchens with a handful of mince pies and a little bottle of what looked like pumpkin juice in her robe's pockets. When she was done with all of the pies she proceeded to drink all the juice all in one gulp. The wall she was standing against had torches that lit it and made her face look like if it had gone through a lot of hurting and for some reason it hurt him to see her like that- what the hell am I thinking!?
Once again his prey was on the move again, this time a little faster now. She probably she sensed somebody was watching her. She was going down the stairs near the entrance. That's where he decided it would be the perfect place to strike.
Before she was able to go down the last step a strong arm wrapped around her waist and mouth and was dragging her to the side of the stairs. He quickly took out his wand and tapped the wall thrice, it shimmered but it was still there. Tightening his hold on her she shoved her into the wall. She expected the coalition to come but it did not happen she just went right through
"What the- Who- what the hell do you want?!" she demanded
"Tut tut tut language again?" said a dark voice coming from a corner.
"Malfoy… What do you want?" she demanded once again.
"Well it would seem that we have some unsettled business" he drawled slowly.
On seeing the redhead's eyes widen until they looked like if they were to pop out of their sockets, he replied while a soft chuckle played little tricks on his lips. "No Weasley, im not going to deliberately attack you…" her eyes dimmed but still retained her hateful glare she gave him.
On seeing this he drew closer to her "Now, now, what might we do about you" he paced his finger under his chin giving off the 'I'm thinking' look.
"Oh, I don't know…. Leave me alone?" she replied sarcastically.
"Oh I believe that is quite impossible, you see it was not only that um… what must I call it…? Rendezvous of ours, but the fact that you are for some indescriptible reason, becoming a habit of torturing you little family; I must say it is quite the shame"
When finally the last word he said sunk in she snapped out of her anger and shot him a dirty look.
"Look here Malfoy, I don't care what 'unfinished business' you have with me, but whatever it is I am very sure you can deal without me" before she was able to evade his answer, his right hand was shot forward and stopped her before she could take another step. Making her retreat until she was completely against the wall, she merely gave out a silent squeal; it had surprised her, nothing more...
This time her instincts drew her to her wand and she made for it, but his reflexes were faster and he snatched her wand and twirled it around his middle and index finger, smiling evily while doing so. Dismissing it slowly, allowing the sound of the falling wood make an echoing sound, bouncing off the walls, only leaving their breathing long after the sound was gone. She made to move, ever so slowly.
"Might I ask just where are you going?" He asked slyly.
"Away from you"
"I don't believe that's a good idea"
"Why wouldn't it be?"
This time his left hand went to the other side of her head. "Because…." He took this time to study her face. She, as he had assumed the other day, hasn't had much sleep because of those notable shadows under her eyes
Seeing the way he was looking at her she looked down so not to meet his gaze this time instead of an insult, which was what she intended to say only "Why do you enjoy doing this?" came out.
He seemed to be formulating an answer because he didn't respond to her question he just stared and stared hard. He couldn't help himself; it was as if he couldn't control his whole body
His mind was working on its own now, no command that he gave it worked; all he could do is draw closer to her. At that point he was just mere inches from her face but her eyes were still looking down, not daring to meet his. He gently placed his forefinger under her chin and raised her face to make her meet his eyes. He was looking at her with an intent gaze. Neither one of them was able to control their minds now; a swirl of emotions was revolving in their minds, no longer able to control themselves.
They both knew what was going to happen next
Draco leaned closer and closer to her; any space that was left between them was now gone. For a short moment shock filled both of their minds but was quickly replaced by desire. He pressed his lips against hers feeling an equal pressure coming from her. He slid a hand around her waist and another behind her neck to hold her face up to his. Then it seemed that she was trying to draw a breath, and she opened her mouth. Draco did the same, and then the world slid away from beneath his feet, and he was drinking her in, her hands had entwined themselves in his hair, he felt her tongue flick inside his mouth and her body mold itself to his. Suddenly, he wanted nothing more in the world but to go on kissing her like this forever.
She moved her hands to his hair, playing with some strands of his blonde hair while the continued to kiss with equal passion and fervor.
Now the kiss moved to a higher level. Draco slid his fingers out of her hair only to hold her face up to his feeling a warmth travel through his entire body that made him feel on fire.
Now! What in all the hells am I doing!? That thought sprang out of nowhere; probably from her common sense stop it now!! She ordered herself. Aawww she whined inwardly. What?! No no no no no! She mentally smacked herself at her thoughts.
Her mind finally came through to her and she had regained all control of herself. She reluctantly pulled away from him breathing quickly, her insides bursting, but her common sense came back and she did the first thing that came to her mind and slapped him.
Draco's face was still for a moment before reacting.
"Hey, that hurt!" he whined while rubbing his cheek gently.
"What'youd'thatfor!?" she spat out not caring if it made any sense at all.
"Excuse me?" He said while smirk appeared on his face "Why might you care? I do believe that you were enjoying this little happening"
"What?!?" she asked in an outermost frustration.
"I said, that you were enjoying it as much as I--" but before he was able to continue she cut in.
"I-I-- I was NOT!"
"I believe you were..."
She let out a scream of exasperation and threw her hands in the air. "I do not have to listen to this and be- be- insulted," she screamed while stomping away from him, stopping to get her wand on her way out. She clawed the air supposedly where the entrance to this place was, and exited successfully, Malfoy following closely behind.
"Insulted!?" he yelled from afar "Im the one being insulted! Not you!"
"Oh, go shag a tree Malfoy!" she yelled before she was out of sight.
Well, im not that barbaric he snapped at himself as he walked away too.
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