Seven Minutes In Heaven
By Anti Darth Ani
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This is just a one chapter little fan-fic I wrote in my spare time. I don't know where the idea came from, which is the case with most of the fan-fics I write these days. But, I hope you enjoy! I'd love any reviews you could drop out before you leave if you have time. I'm sure you all know what I imply with `Seven Minutes In Heaven' :P
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So soft was the contact of the brush between their lips, the feel of the fabric covering their eyes rubbing against each other. The feel of his breath on her lips and his face stayed only a centimeter away from hers. Her hands wondered blindly up the front of his shirt, finding the buttons and then reaching the bottom of his tie.
The temperature in the little broom closest had risen at least ten degrees since they found themselves in the closet together. Lavender had pulled her to the side after dinner in the Great Hall and talked rapidly about a new Muggle game Hermione told her about. Of course, Ginny would be the Gryffindor guinea pig as always. All the sixth and seventh years in the school were going to play a mass game of this so called `Seven Minutes in Heaven'.
By the time dinner had ended, every sixteen and seventeen year old in the castle knew about the game. In the hallway upon exiting the Great Hall, one of the Ravenclaw prefects had charmed a little wooden box to only be visible to the upper years of the school. As they left from dinner, they were all supposed to drop their name on a small piece of parchment into the box.
As soon as everyone left the Great Hall, the box disappeared and in the Ravenclaw common room it began to spit out names in groups of two, each one consisting of a male and a female, both from different houses.
And so the game began. Students would be in the middle of reading a leisure book, writing their Care of Magical Creatures homework, or playing a game of Exploding Snaps when they felt a sharp tug. Within seconds a blindfold covered their eyes and they were swept away into the little broom closet next to the Room of Requirement. For seven minutes they stayed in the closet, not knowing who else stood with them. The time in the closet was their own and once it was over, they would feel the knot at the back of the blindfold loosen. To take it off or leave it on was up to them. The door unlocked and they were allowed to leave.
She didn't know why she had agreed to the silly little game. It seemed she would never understand the way Muggle minds worked, and she didn't begin to understand why her father wanted to study so much about them. Letting out a small sigh, she leaned back against the wall, consequently pulling him with her. Being locked in the closet should have felt awkward, yet it was almost as if she could see, everything seemed to appear in her mind despite the blindfold. Everything except the boy she clung to almost desperately.
She pulled down on the knot, loosing his tie while he lightly rested his forehead on hers. His body was remarkably cold compared to hers, and yet they both felt like they were almost on fire. Reaching up, she pulled the tie off of his neck. He refused to pull his forehead away from hers, so she felt the silkiness of the fabric against her forehead as she forced it between their heads.
The soft bristle of the fabric of his tie hitting the floor went unheard. His hand came up and reached out to her. On his first attempt of contact his hand found her ear. He managed to trace her ear back to her cheek. Shivering slightly under his cold touch, she couldn't help but let her mind wonder on who was in the little closet with her.
The first person who came to mind was, of course, Dean Thomas. But she knew that Dean didn't drop his name into the box. In fact, he had stood with his arm around her shoulders and she quickly scribbled her name onto a tiny slip of paper and shoved it into the box. He'd said something criticizing to her, she couldn't quite remember as someone else's free hand began to touch her leg.
And Ginny knew for certain that it wasn't Harry Potter. Just the thought of it made her smile and let out a short little giggle. The boy behind the blindfold froze for a moment to listen to the magical sound of her laughter. Laughter was something he had never really understood, something that never came to him. He began to wonder what she could possibly be giggling about, since he was fairly certain it wasn't caused by what he was doing to her. Offended that her entire mind wasn't set on him, he pushed his hand further up her leg. Surely, if she knew who he was, she wouldn't be laughing.
Harry Potter was the last person who would agree to be stranded in the closet with a girl for seven minutes. Partially because the only experience he'd had with a girl was kissing Cho, who'd been crying at the time. Also, Hermione refused to allow either Harry or Ron put their names into the wooden box. "I will not have my friends trumping around the halls of Hogwarts, snogging with girls in closets when they should be studying for exams," Hermione had hissed at them, sending Ginny a disapproving glance as she had dropped her name into the box and let Dean guide her away.
Ron. That thought itself was enough to make any girl sick. Kissing her own brother in a little broom closet, even if she didn't know it was him. "You're not a Weasley, are you?" she whispered suddenly, not only startling the other person in the closet but herself.
He let out a little breath she felt on her face. His forehead slid down the side of her face until his mouth reached her ear. "Why?" he whispered back.
Ginny's toes curled up underneath themselves and her heart fell a little. His voice sounding so oddly familiar, but she just couldn't place it. She slowly shook her head and then felt his hand slide further up her leg. His other hand reached down to her side and took her hand into his. He pulled it up next to her head and pressed her hand, and arm, into the wall that stood behind her, supporting her up.
He overpowered her so easily, Ginny realized, not sure if this was a good or a bad thing. In her experience, guys loved to be in control. And having more power gained control. "I cannot began to image having to kiss Ronald Weasley," she finally answered in a soft voice, causing him to chuckle against her ear.
His tongue traced the outside of her ear. Ginny forced back a moan and bit her lip as he nipped on her earlobe and slipped one of his legs between hers. His hand had successfully climbed up her leg and rested on her hip, under her plaid school skirt. "I couldn't imagine kissing him either," he told her in a deep tone. His tongue left a wet trail down the side of her face to her neck, where he began to kiss and suck softly, yet with urgency.
Ginny found it harder and harder to hold back her moaning. Her back arched off the wall and she felt his chest against hers. She didn't know if what he was doing to her was affecting him at all, but with his mouth running across her bare skin, she really couldn't stop and make her brain function enough to think about it. She wrapped her fingers around his as he pressed her hand harder into the wall. They both seemed to naturally shift a little in the direction of the pinned hands.
His mouth traveled up her neck and to her chin until it finally found her mouth. He busied himself with kissing her, which seemed to take the stress out of everything he'd done in the past week. Dealing with his father hardly even registered in his mind as his tongue roamed over her lower lip before he playfully bit down on it and pulled it into his mouth before sucking on it almost painfully hard.
This time, Ginny couldn't hold back to moan in her lower throat. It rolled up her throat and out through her parted lips into his mouth. The sound pushed him on, causing his hand to grip her waist tighter and his tongue to dive into her mouth. She angled her head as far back as she could and tried not to pass out at the sensations filling her entire body. Reaching out with her hand clumsily, she finally managed to grip his upper arm to keep from falling down the wall.
Using the little muscles she had from Quidditch, she pushed off the wall and turned them around until his back hit the wall. She felt him grin against her mouth, and she moaned softly, pushing into him in response. He released her hand against the wall because his own was beginning to feel numb with all the blood rushing out of it. Moving his hand to her waist, he slid down the wall, pulling her with him.
His ass hit the floor a little faster than he had been prepared for. He grimaced as a sharp pain ran up through his back. The feeling got better as he felt her pull his legs out in front of him and then sat down, one leg on either side of him. Her hands reached forward to slide under his robe and then she found the bottom of his shirt and slid them up the front. Her mouth pulled away from his, her fingers exploring the well defined muscles in his chest. She felt his quick breathing and her hand paused over his pounding heart for a moment.
She leaned a little bit closer to him, inching up on her knees. "Tell me your name," she whispered as she traced her index finger down his chest, and tracing his washboard abs. She grinned at the little grunted he let out as his hands tightened on her waist. She knew all her movement was killing him, but that only made her squirm more on top of him. Leaning closer, Ginny felt her lips brush against his, "I just want a name."
"We haven't done this before, have we?" he asked. Ginny stopped her movement, could feel his lips only an inch away from him. She felt him push against the wall to try to close the space between them. I know that voice, the thought horrified her. Oh my God, I know his voice. But that's not possible… She tried to scramble off of him, but his grip tightened on her waist. She knew he could sense something was amiss, but panic began to take over her.
"Draco, let me go," she half whimpered, half cried. At the mention of his name, he sat straight up. "We have done this before," he said more to himself than to her.
She wasn't wearing a watch, and even if she was, she knew she wouldn't be able to read it while she was blindfolded. But she knew that the seven minutes were almost up and as soon as they were, those blindfolds were coming off. And that's the last thing in the world Ginny wanted.
He reached behind his head with one hand while he kept a grip on her waist with the other. Finding the knot in his blindfold, he tried in vain to untie it. Meanwhile, Ginny yanked his hand off of her side and scrambled up onto her feet. Reaching out with her hands blindly, Ginny tried to find the door. Instead, she found the broom and she tripped over the bucket.
Hearing the noise, Draco pushed himself up onto his feet. He had a great sense of hearing, which he had worked on in the past three years at Hogwarts and that he used at night to find students to dock points from. "I have snogged you before, haven't I?" he asked aloud, walking calmly in the direction he'd last heard her move in.
Ginny frantically ran her hands against the wall, trying to find the handle of the door. She finally felt the cool metal against the palm of her hand, but as she tried to turn it, it didn't budge. Ginny let out a soft whimper of panic and yanked at it with both hands. She knew, under the blindfold, she was beginning to cry. How had she let this happen? She'd made out with Draco Malfoy in a little broom closet. If any other Gryffindor found out, word would get around to Harry or Hermione; or even worse, Ron.
She screamed when he grabbed her hand and tried to pull it away from the door, "It's not going to open until the seven minutes are up." Just as he said that, the knots at the back of their blindfolds began to loosen themselves. Ginny began to panic even more. Struggling out of his grip, she reached to open the door and escaped. She had just managed to step out into the hallway to make a run for it when he ripped off his blindfold and hers tumbled off.
Draco snatched her hand and whirled her around to face him. He froze and took a second look at her, "Weasley?"
Tears were falling down her cheeks and Ginny shook her head, trying to pull away from him to escape, but he brought her back up against him. He looked down at her and took a deep breath. "No wonder you don't want to kiss Ickle Ronakins," he sneered.
Ginny couldn't look him in the eyes. Instead, she glanced down at his open coat and shirt that was half tucked in and half out. "Right now Ron's looking very friendly," she muttered.
Draco released her and turned away, walking off in the opposite direction.
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I'm not sure if I should add anything after this. I was just going to make it a one chapter fic-let, but it's got the option of going on. Review and tell me if you want me to continue it.
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