Seven Minutes In Heaven
By Anti Darth Ani
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For those of you who ask me to add another ship into the story, I'm sorry, but I can't!! Number one, I myself am not a big Ron/Luna fan and number two, I write other stories for Harry/Hermione and such. So, I might take the idea of seven minutes in heaven and write another fan-fic for Harry/Hermione or Ron/Luna, but I'm afraid it just ain't happening here. Sorry.
Thanks again to all of my wonderful readers and reviewers. I am actually going to try to use some of your suggestions, because some of them are quite good. So keep them coming and I'll keep using them.
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She didn't want to go to breakfast. She also didn't want to face him. But when had anyone listened to the littlest Weasley child? Never. So, at seven thirty Monday morning, Hermione burst into Ginny's bedroom to drag her down to the Great Hall for breakfast. No matter how much Ginny tried to get out of it, no matter how much she whined and complained, Hermione managed to yank her down the stairs. And once the bushy haired girl got Ginny into the common room, Ginny knew she was, in fact, going to breakfast because Harry and Ron were standing there, waiting for the two girls.
Ginny tried to use the excuse that she was going to wait for Lavender and some of her roommates, but that fell through because Hermione, with her nose far too high in the air, informed Ginny that they had already left about ten minutes ago to eat.
"Well, err…. I'm really not feeling that well right now. So maybe I should just head back up to my room and climb in my toasty little bed and sleep a little longer," Ginny ventured, already taking a step back towards the stairs. But Hermione shook her head and the three of them pushed Ginny out of the portrait hole and into the hall.
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Pansy watched as Draco picked at his food silently. Blaise was trying to tell her something about the upcoming Quidditch game, but then when had she even cared about a stupid game of Quidditch? No, she was far more interested in finding out what was buggering Draco so much, so that she could fix it for him. Because that's what Pansy did, she fixed everything she could for Draco. She was always there for him (even when he didn't want her there).
"So are you going to spill the details about whatever's bugging you or am I just going to have to guess until I get it right?" she asked, peeling off the peel of the orange. "Because, quite frankly, I like it when we play our little guessing games," Pansy purred at him, right before she tried to pull off a piece of the orange. The only thing she succeed at was to squirt a little sour juice into her eyes. Cursing to herself, Pansy glanced over at Draco to see if he had noticed her mistake, but he was in a daze, staring straight ahead.
Turning her head to follow his sight, Pansy's heart sank. He's staring at that little Gryffindor slut again, she complained to herself. He gets drunk with her, makes out with her once and suddenly she's all he can think about- no matter how tempting the rest of us our. True enough, ever since Draco Malfoy had seemed a little… distracted, all the other girls, especially the ones in Slytherin, had tried extra hard to be flattering in order to gain a seldom glance from the Prince of well, just about everything.
None of them had had much luck with that little plan of theirs. Because he's eyes always glued onto that little freckled toothpick with a red mop for hair. Pansy shifted in her seat to "accidentally" rub up against Draco's side, "Staring at her isn't going to suddenly change the fact that she's a Weasley, you know," Pansy whispered with her lips only a centimeter away from his ear. Pansy just knew that the little Weasley was staring right back at Draco. Let her see this, Pansy thought to herself. Then we'll see how willing she is to let Draco jump her bones. Pansy almost smiled as she said this to herself silently.
Draco slid down the bench a little ways away from her, causing Pansy to frown. Looking back at the Gryffindor table, she noticed that Weasley was smiling softly over the top of her glass she was drinking out of. When she saw Pansy glaring back at her, her eyes darted back to her friends. Pansy's hands itched by her side, wanting so much to just grab her wand out of the pocket in her robes and kill Ginny with an Unforgivable. I'll give you something to smile about, Pansy threatened in her mind. Oh, don't worry, Weasley, I'll make sure you're staring at him for a long, long time. You just watch. But Pansy knew Ginny wasn't going to enjoy what she was going to do to her. And that made Pansy smile.
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No matter how nervous she was about her undefined meeting with Malfoy later that day, Ginny couldn't shoo away the butterflies welling up in her stomach. Actually, she told herself as she caught his eye from across the room, they're more like that Monster Book of Monsters Ron was telling me about a couple years back. True, it felt as if her stomach was eating itself from the inside out. And no amount of pumpkin juice was going to fix that problem for her. Yet, Ginny felt excited about being alone with him again. For the wrong reason, of course, because she knew he would never go for what she was thinking about.
"Are you alright, Gin?" Hermione's question startled Ginny out of her thoughts. She looked away from where Pansy was glaring at her to look at one of her closest friends. She wasn't sure why Miss Busybody Granger was asking such a question, because it wasn't like Ginny was puking her guts out all over the table. And she wasn't up on the table dancing around in just her knickers either. Nope, Ginny Weasley simply sat on a bench, not enjoying but eating her breakfast, with no thoughts of Draco Malfoy on her mind at all (Ginny wanted to roll her eyes at herself for even adding that part because she knew Hermione couldn't possibly read her mind).
"Of course I'm alright," Ginny replied easily, not even having to lie (much). "What would make you inclined to think otherwise?" Ginny asked in the same, even tone.
Clearly embarrassed, Hermione just shrugged and went back to eating her food in silence, letting Ginny think. Glancing back up, she noted he was back to staring at her again. Right, like I need to do any more thinking, when all I can think about is him. No more thinking, Ginny, no more thinking. It felt as if he was looking right through her, at someone at the Ravenclaw table behind her. Ginny wasn't a conceited person, but she had the feeling that there was no one of interest at the table directly behind her. And that he was also looking at her. Thinking bad. Very bad. Must… not… think…
Not that it did her any good trying to ignore the fact that he was staring at her. Because that still didn't erase the fact that she was looking right back at him. I'm losing it, she told herself, I'm seriously going mad. I mean, look at me. I'm talking to myself. Well, not out loud because then I'd really be nutters and they would have taken me away to Azkaban already. But I'm getting close to that.
Sighing to herself, Ginny forced herself to look down at her plate. Not that she was embarrassed to be caught staring at him, but she knew if she kept it up, she wouldn't be able to stop herself from whatever was going to happen that she knew she would end up paying for.
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Where are the bloody owls? They are never this late, Draco steamed to himself. On the one day when it mattered, (at least to him, which is all that counted to a Malfoy) the freaking furry animals just up and decided to go on strike and not deliver the post before night fell. Or that's what it felt like anyways. Glancing down at his watch, he knew that they really didn't arrive for about another minute or so, but he just needed for them to get here. Before he died.
She's going to be the end of you mate, his inner voice told him. He frowned, stabbing at a random food on his plate and bringing it up to his mouth. Gross, he thought, looking down at the pineapple on his fork before forcing himself to eat it. He was going to eat it, or Pansy was going to try to baby feed it to him. And if she started up with the train noises again, he knew he would murder her. And not by magic, no he would wrap his hands around that fat neck of hers and strangle her to death, or at least until the noises stopped.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Draco heard the fluttering of wings. Taking that as his cue to move into action, Draco slipped off of the bench, ignoring the protests from Pansy and a few of the other Slytherin girls sitting near him. He walked straight out of the double door along with a few other students who, as soon as they saw him, moved to the sides and allowed him to walk right between them.
He would wait for her reaction. He would simply wait where he had specified and pray for the best. And to get out of the entire ordeal without causing a huge scene or loosing his Malfoy pride. Knowing who he was up against, Draco didn't have a good feeling about the latter.
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Ginny know who was surprised the most, her friends or herself. But as the same little owl she'd seen that morning flew past and dropped a small little envelop in front of her, barely missing her plate still covered in food, Ginny knew not to open the letter at the table. Not where prying eyes could look over her shoulder (or in Ron's case snatch it out of her hand before she had even read the first line) and easily learn what the envelop contained.
Excusing herself quickly, Ginny hurried out into the large hallway in front of the Great Hall. After looking around to make sure none of her friends had followed her out, Ginny ripped open the envelop and yanked out the slip of paper inside. As she did, a black piece of silk fabric fell out of the envelop. After reaching down to retrieve the piece of material, Ginny read the short line written in the same green ink with the same loopy handwriting:
Met me now; you know where.
Ginny leaned back against the wall and shoved the paper back inside the envelop. She knew if she went to met him before classes, she would have to face the facts of what they had done. She thought she could handle that; it might take all her strength, but she could deal with it. But Ginny didn't know if she would be able to agree that they wouldn't do it anymore. Sure, she'd told herself that she couldn't deal with the feelings that came along the territory of doing these things with Malfoy, but at the same time, she knew she honestly couldn't say it wasn't worth it.
Groaning, Ginny looked down at the blindfold she still held. She ran her hand across the material, loving the way the silk felt as if it melted in her touch. Leave it to Malfoy to give her such a wonderful little thing. Something made of a material Ginny's family would never be able to afford, something Ginny could only dream about being wrapped up in.
Meeting him couldn't hurt, she told herself, although she knew she was kidding herself. It could hurt, a lot; physically and mentally. But she was dieing already, so Ginny figured it couldn't get much worse.
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He felt like a bloody fool. Standing in a pitch black little broom closet, waiting for a girl he knew he would never have. And for what? Oh yeah, he remembered what he'd written- to talk. To talk about what, he didn't know. He knew he would be able to make something up when she arrived, if she ever did.
That was the other tiny problem with his plan. For him to actually get around to the talking, in which he didn't know what he was going to say, he needed to have someone to talk to. At least he knew who he wanted to talk to, even if she was a no show. And if she didn't show up, it wouldn't surprise him. She was a Weasley after all, not the bravest bunch of the lot.
Even as he thought about how she might not show up and he would have just wasted ten minutes he could have used with other, more important activities, the door opened almost silently. His thoughts froze in his head and his breath caught in his throat. It was amazing how she could do that to him, just by opening a freaking door.
He saw her red hair and pale skin outlined by the light from the hallway. And as fast as she had opened the door, she closed it after stepping into the little room. Draco noted how she chose to lean against the far wall, as far from him as she could possibly get in the small confinement of the room. "Why am I here?" she whispered.
The first thing he wanted to do was ask her why she was whispering. But, as his eyes readjusted to the darkness, he saw the way one of her legs bent up and her foot was placed on the wall just an inch under her butt. At that angle, her skirt, which was certainly way too short for school guidelines, barely covered anything. The way she crossed her arms across her chest didn't hide the outline of her bra under her plain white t-shirt. He took in all of this in a quick sweep down her body. He could tell she knew he was `checking her out' so to speak, and by the way she didn't shift under his glance, he thought she might just have enjoyed it.
Why are we here? he asked himself. Still no answers came to mind, so he figured he could just keep his mouth shut and let her do the talking, something he knew she was quite capable of doing. But when he didn't answer, he noticed that her calm demeanor seemed to change. "If we're just going to stand here in the dark, I've got better things to do," she told him, pushing off the wall and placing her foot back onto the ground.
She didn't turn to face the door, but he knew she was thinking about it. When had he been so keen to her thoughts? He didn't want to even think about that fact. "We're here to discuss the certain… events that have happened in the past few weeks," he finally told her, although he knew that wasn't exactly true. He couldn't care less about those events.
"What about them?" Ginny asked and he watched as she took a step closer to him. His Adam's apple bobbed almost painfully as he forced himself to swallow the lumps in his throat. He shook his head slowly, "I'm not quite sure," he admitted softly, "but we do need to talk about them."
The way her eyes were looking at him made him feel almost afraid. She took another step closer and his instincts told him to match her step backwards, but he forced his feet to stay planted in place. "I'm all eyes… err, ears," she whispered and he noted the correction. Draco's eyes immediately zoomed in on her cherry lips and the little pout that covered him. She bit her lower lip softly, not drawing blood. She took yet another step closer to him and suddenly she was so close that he could smell the strawberry scent of her hair, and possibly her skin.
She reached up with her arms and his head sent out a warning sign that flashed `WTF' in bright, neon letters in front of his face. He felt something slide against the back of his neck, where his hair didn't grow (well, it did grow, but he kept it cut like he was following a religion). Then Ginny Weasley pulled both her hands back away and he saw the ends of the black blindfold in her hands. Draco Malfoy finally understood what was going on, and although he tried not to, he felt himself getting excited.
"Start talking," she whispered, but he could tell she really didn't care about that at all anymore, for her eyes were glued on his lips. He watched her lick her lips and he felt the fire in the bottom of his stomach light up. Draco closed his eyes and leaned his head back. Taking a deep breath and forcing himself to try to remain calm, he opened his eyes back up and stared up at the plain ceiling.
"What happened before," he started in an almost shaky voice, "at the Yule Ball… and again yesterday here-" he stopped when she pulled on the ends of her blindfold softly and forced him to look back down at her.
The girl he was staring down at was definitely not the same Weasley he'd met at the book store (the name couldn't come to him at the moment) some years ago. Looking down at her, he could tell she wasn't like Ron; no, she'd matured along with her years at Hogwarts. She had quite a few more natural curves and her legs were much longer. Yet, she didn't appear to have gained much, if any, weight and her face still gave the look as if she was just an innocent little girl. Oh, how he wanted to prove that look soooo wrong.
He tried to remember the last thing he'd just said. Something about something someone had done somewhere. Yeah, that sounded right. Her brown eyes looked up into his own gray ones and he almost whimpered with the urge to just slam her up against the wall. He tried to think of why he couldn't do that, (something to do with his father, he just knew it) but for the life of him it wouldn't come back to his memory.
He looked down the small space there was between their two bodies. He bet that those wonderfully round breasts of hers would fit perfectly in his hands and he had the sudden urge to test his theory. His fingers began to twitch by his sides, but he balled them up in fists to stop them from wandering anywhere they would regret. "What happened before…" she led on softly, trying to jump start his brain to finish the sentence.
Draco just nodded dumbly. "What happened before…" he couldn't bring himself to spit it out, because then he knew if he said `can never happen again' that she would most likely agree and that would be that. And although he knew that the two of them together would be nothing but trouble and that she was a bloody Weasley for God's sake, that didn't matter as he looked up at her with those round, too wide eyes of hers.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. Draco Malfoy never apologized for anything he did, and that was because he never was sorry for anything he did. If he hurt someone's feelings, well why would he really care anyways? That didn't concern him in the least. But as he said those two little words, he could tell she was confused. Not that it would make any difference, because he wasn't apologizing to her. No, he was actually apologizing to himself for what he was going to do.
Because as soon as he said those two little words, he reached out and gripped her waist, bringing her flush up against him and pressing his lips to hers urgently.
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Sorry to leave it there for now, but I promise when I pick it up, we will be looking from Ginny's side and we'll pick up at the exact same moment. So keep those plot suggestions coming. Having Pansy know about Draco/Ginny was an idea from a reader that I'm going to play on some more later. Also, the idea of them getting together and snogging at their little `meeting' also came from a fan (quite a few actually), but I planned on that one from the beginning. Because we all love it when the two of them get in the closet.
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