Not To-night

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Author's Notes: um this my first time writing for fanficiton.net yay!! Well I wasn't too sure about this one cuz I just watched Rocky Horror Picture Show and pluz I feel like I just had a double shot express so I'm on a roll to-night! (And if it sucks please don't tell me my ego is very fragile thanxz >_>;;) By the way this is a Ginny-Draco even if it don't seem like it at the start so... Yeah... Ohohohohohohoho ::laughs evily::

*Ehem*So on with the show!

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Ginny just stared hard at the person preaching in front of her, Snape had just found a note supposedly under a Gryffindors table and was reading it out loud. She tried to concentrate, honestly, but she was just not able to get in her train of thought. Her mind being too puzzled over her emotions went off again.... Why-why-why-why me... Being all that she could think about, Ginny decided to finally tell Harry Potter how she felt about him, being a 6th year Gryffindor, shed been hiding her emotions all curled up in a little ball in a corner of her brain for quite a long time now.

“Right!” Ginny mumbled to herself.

Having all her priorities in place she decided it would be to-night that she would say it all.

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It was almost Halloween and the Great Hall was lit up with the usual ornaments commemorating the season, the smell of pumpkin, the Halloween spirit was in the air and all of the faces seemed to be lit up(mostly by the reason that there would be candy) but nonetheless even the Slytherins could be heard over the Great Hall having noisy conversations.

Ginny approached her usual seat to the right of Seamus Finnegan and to her left Harry Potter, as usual she would blush slightly every time his had met hers when reaching over the table for food, but now even the thought of what was going to happen to-night made he blush furiously.

This is gonna be a long night...she thought sleepily.

Ginny looked around the Hall while nibbling on a piece of Pumpkin pie; she looked from the teachers’ table to the other tables.

Hufflepuff then Ravenclaw then to the Slytherin table where some Slytherin in particular, Draco Malfoy, caught her eye and gave her their signature glare, that just made Ginny mumble something, glare back and turn away.

Seeing the perfect chance to talk to him because Ron was very interested on what Hermione was saying about Muggle cell phones and preaching about how they wouldn't work because she had read Hogwarts a History, she decide to make her move.

Blushing slightly Ginny tugged on Harry's robe.

“Hey Ginny” said Harry cheerfully.

“Um... Hi Harry… I kinda have to talk to you um... can you meet me to-night at the Gryffindor common?”

“Privately?” Ginny added almost at a whisper tone while looking at Ron and Hermione who were deep in the conversation.

“Yeah sure. Is everything all right?” Harry said with a hint of curiosity.

“Oh! Yes I’m fine,” said Ginny now blushing madly.

Why do I blush every single time?! Ginny thought with disgust must I? Every time?

She kept wishing that time would just stop, to go slower, wishing that her meeting with Harry would come later. But being a woman of her word she had to keep her promise to herself of her little ‘confession’. With those thoughts in mind she continued eating her feast silently.

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The hours past like crazy and with the meeting drawing closer she would get more nervous by the second.

The Gryffindor Common Room was getting a little empty now. Ginny looked around and no Harry.

I wonder if he really is going to come... I wonder if he took me seriously...? Then after some long minutes of waiting, she caught sight of Harry coming down the boys’ dorms.

In that instant Ginny began to blush again a little darker than usual.

“Oh Gin there you are" said Harry while taking a seat beside her in front of the fire.

The fire’s flames were casting funny shades in Harris face.

After a long silence Harry spoke “Sooo? What did you want to talk about?”

“Well… Harry. I've been wanting to tell you this a long time now…” Ginny looked at Harry's confused face with angst.

“Harry. I... I like you… a lot..”

Ginny said now blushing three times more than she ever had.

Silence.

“Harry?”

More silence

“I’m sorry Gin..." Harry said gloomily.

Ginny didn't know what to feel. She felt stupid yet she had anger and shame because she had just spat out all her feelings to Harry.

“Its not like I don't like you but... I like somebody else...And-” whispered Harry.

The image of her telling what she felt for Harry now made her feel like such and idiot. She scolded herself for ever thinking she ever had a chance. With that Ginny stood up abruptly and ran towards her dormitory.

Crying.

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I know this was such a short chapter but consider this as the prologue. Please R/R pweettii pweeeaaassseee!!! Please review me? ^_^V If not... Owari T_T

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Ginny sat up on her bed on a cold October morning, stretching slightly; she removed the sheets from her and groggily sat up.

Memories of what had happened last night made her feel nauseous. She let her head rest on one of the four-posters of her bed. She looked at her wristwatch, it was nine o’clock

Damn it! I’m gonna be late! She mentally cursed herself for being so late.

She looked around the dormitory as if expecting to see her roommates going on about their business, which happened at these usual late hours.

“Oh yeah! It’s a Hogsmeade weekend,” She said happily with the fact that she wouldn’t have to face Harry at breakfast or actually that there was no school during the weekends... thank Merlin for that!

She managed to get herself into some loose robes, some random skirt she had, a shirt and a pink sweater her mom had made her for her birthday.

She dragged herself down the main stairs (almost tripping on the trick step) and crashed with the Great Hall doors for not looking where she was going, this day had started off just merrily.

The smell of food was wafting from the Great Hall making Ginny hungrier but the whole thing of having to face anyone from her table, asking her why her eyes where so puffy or why did she come late last night to bed, even though it was none of their business, instead, she decided that she had unfinished homework and this would be a perfect time to do it.

She directed herself towards the library, encountering Mrs. Norris coming up from the spiral stairs of the Gryffindor tower and took her books a quick as she could and headed inside the library.

For Ginny’s luck the library was empty and she was able to sit on the middle table which was usually crammed with students, but now she had it all for herself.

She scrambled through her book bag and took out a quill, inkbottle and some rolls of parchment, careful as to not let any ink spill, she had been having some problem with Weasley Wizardin’ Wheeze’s new invention, which had been so diligently placed in her book bag and had ruined a week’s worth of homework.

All set, she searched around the library for her topic, Flobberworm Mucus, in the potions section because reference books were required so she took Potions through time by Ray McKencie, A Wizards Last resort by Dantes and some others as reference for her paper.

Having all the need Ginny set off in a quest to finish a paper in less than half an hour!

(A/N-super hero music plays in the background, trantralalaaan!)

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Draco took his time to get to the Library, and was successful in finding one that took more than time, but a tiny piece of fabric from his recently-bought slacks. Taking the longest way, he really really didn’t want to read his father’s letter.

He had always hated his father, and he knew that sooner or later he was to become something like him, and obey orders from someone. Just like his father, Narcissa says, and he did have the whole blonde hair to go with it. He knew it from the beginning; it was bound to happen, and soon.

That’s nonsense! I’ve never obeyed anyone and I won’t start now! He though angrily. Why should he follow orders from one who never gets his hands dirty, scared, that’s what The Dark Lord was, he was too scared to get the job done himself. Ha! If he only got caught with those thoughts. A bitter smile reached his lips; oh he would be in trouble.

Once he reached the huge Oak doors he stepped through them as if it was his doom. Loud creaks bouncing off walls welcomed him with a bitter irony.

Looking around for a table he was surprised to see someone else in the library, considering that he had came early so that he would be alone, but somebody just had to go ahead and ruin it for him. A redhead was sitting there, little specks of dust danced around her, making her look rather strange, or so he thought. Too busy trying to do homework perhaps... he thought idly.

The morning sun shone down on her, giving her and the tons of books stacked at her side an interesting shade of yellow. He noticed she hadn’t heard him enter and was pretty sure that if he were to yell in her ear she wouldn’t even flinch.

He laughed at his own thoughts and sat on the table nearest to the unlit fireplace. He took the most recent letter and scanned it; it all seemed familiar, like a planned déjà vu. The words Draco Malfoy were imprinted in an intricate way with ebony black ink and on the back a green wax seal, an M with a snake coiled around it.

He carelessly ripped it open it and read:

Son:

As it was and is evident the Dark Lord has indeed returned. And he has accepted us all back under his wing.

I have told him about you.

He has great interest in you, I do not see what he wants from a boy like you, but you will follow my orders and join him.

I will send you another owl to tell you about further reference and from there he will give you your orders.

Rage taking the best of him he slammed his fist against the table, the sound bouncing off the walls and resounding around the library, making a lot of things shake in their places.

Nervously, he looked around to see if the librarian was around and to his surprise the Gryffindor hadn’t even flinched, she was just sitting there tapping her quill against the table, in an outermost annoying way.

Ignoring her, he turned around and started to read a previously opened letter he had burned but retrieved just in case it said of a matter of importance, which was almost always, much to his discontent.

While reading his oh so very important letters, trying to think got quite hard, due to a very annoying noise coming from the center table. The constant quill tapping was getting on his nerves.

Weasley… he thought angrily

“Would you keep it down?!, I for my part, want to concentrate!” he half yelled and half looked around for Madam Pince, to see if she had heard him. Where is that bloody librarian anyway? He thought not really wanting an answer.

Seeing that she had completely ignored that demand, he proceeded with his reading while the noise got louder and louder, which according to Draco, was totally on purpose.

“Oh bloody hell!” he snapped as he stood up and went towards the middle table where the noise was being emanated.

He took a moment to look at her through that red hair that was covering her face; her eyes had deep shadows under her eyes. She probably hasn’t bee sleeping much he though awkwardly and raised an eyebrow at his own thoughts. Now where had that come from? He shrugged it off.

He slammed a hand on the table, resulting on a little pain, in order to get her attention, but failed miserably.

“Weasley, do you realize how annoying you are being? More than usual that is” he said assuming his Malfoy trademark sneer.

Probably on a trance or something he thought. Getting annoyed by the minute from her silly behavior.

He thought of another approach for the situation. If she didn’t want to listen, he’ll make her listen. So this time he placed himself behind her chair.

“ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME WEASEL, you are getting BLOODY annoying,” he yelled at her ear.

As his last words got through her brain she jerked her head up and shook her head.

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Ginny blinked twice, she looked down to her essay, and much to her surprise she was done.

Don’t recall doing all that… she thought puzzled probably did it while I was thinking, which makes absolutely no sense... she made a mental note to re-read that when she had the time.

Then as if somebody just turned on the volume she heard a voice yelling out insults coming from her back. And making her a little dizzy.

She recognized that voice immediately. Malfoy. Anger mounting up, she mustered her meanest glare and did just that, glare.

Seeing that he finally had caught her attention, he now proceeded to his regular family insults. Oh how he seemed to love those.

All her anger, all of last night’s emotions where whirling around her brain bound to explode. Until she couldn’t take any more and flung herself forward. Towards him.

Landing on top of him she started flinging furious punches at him. All she had been holding in was now being released in punches.

She was throwing mad punches at his face. Saying insults at him. Pronouncing words she had never dared to say before. But now it was different. She couldn’t help it; she had changed in just a night.

This went on for what it seemed like a lifetime ,but had only lasted seconds, until she was able to control herself, well not really, but she had stopped, partly because Draco was now on top of her and was holding her fists so that she would stop. A very puzzled look upon his face.

Realizing what she had done she shoved him off, gathered all she could and stormed out of the library, with as much self esteem as she could muster.

Leaving a very confused Draco Malfoy behind.

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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.

~*~Tsutzuku!~*~