Seven Minutes In Heaven
By Anti Darth Ani
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My god, it took me forever to get this chapter uploaded. And I'm truly sorry about that. But we're back to school now and things are a little rough with all the homework, tests, essays to write, etc. Not to even get into my struggle with writing my Draco POV of Breaking the Habit, Numb, which will be up soon, I promise. But it's up now, is it not? And that is something to smile about. So everyone be happy, no matter how bad your day has been, and read on. And let me know your opinions about what should happen next!
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God, he seemed to become a better kisser each time they ended up together. She was so used to people being gentle with her, as if she was a little piece of porcelain that would break if they didn't wrap her up in her own little bubble that she couldn't escape from by herself. But he wasn't like that, and Ginny was grateful at least for that much. He wasn't afraid to be rough with her, to slam her up against a wall like he had just finished doing, to make her squeak with surprise right before he shoved his tongue into her mouth to find hers.
Ginny found it extremely difficult to breathe. But at the same time, she didn't think she would ever need any oxygen again because she could just live off of his mouth, of his tongue that his was running against hers. It all felt so awkward to her, but at the same time it felt so right that she never wanted it to change. Maybe he's sorry because he almost broke my back slamming me into the wall, she thought to herself as her hands gripped at his shoulders and clung desperately.
She tried to open her mouth to say something, to stop the wrong, wrong, wrong things he was doing with her mouth. But he used that as an invitation to dive further into her mouth, causing Ginny to arch her body into his. She moaned softly and felt his robes gather in her hands as her hands held on even tighter to him. She didn't want to protest, she just wanted to let him have his way with her, at least for a little while. She wanted to know what the other girls felt when they were with him, wanted to pretend that he cared more for her than he ever had for any of the others.
But as his hand began to creep in a leisurely pace up the side of her shirt, Ginny tensed a little. Everything happened so fast when he was around. Sure, she didn't like being treated like glass, but she also didn't want to rush into things blindly only to end up heart broken in the end. She'd done that once or twice already and she wasn't ready to let it happen to her again anytime soon. Pushing on his shoulders softly, Ginny tried to get Draco to relent a little. He was very reluctant to break away from her, which half surprised and half thrilled Ginny.
She gasped for air as his finally pulled his tongue out of her mouth and allowed her a little space to breathe. She could still, however, feel his hot breath tickling the hairs on the side of her neck. Her chest heaved as she tried to return the oxygen to her head and Ginny noted how his eyes followed every movement her chest made. "We really shouldn't…" she tried to explain, but it came out as a whisper and she stopped in mid-sentence when his eyes leveled onto hers and he stared straight back at her.
"Shouldn't what?" he whispered back, leaving her the stumbling fool this time. To add insult to injury, Draco's hands moved away from her waist only to come up and cup her breasts softly. Ginny sucked in a deep breath and closed her eyes, willing herself not to think about how good it felt.
"Can't do this," she sputtered, turning her head to the side and bringing her hands up to his. She wrapped her long fingers around his wrists and pressed his hands harder against her chest. "What if… caught?" she barely breathed out as his mouth took purchase of her neck. A low humming came from her throat and she felt Draco smirk against her skin. "You have no idea…" she still couldn't manage to form complete sentences.
"…how good it feels?" he asked as he brought his lips up to her ear and blew a soft stream of air against her earlobe. She let out a soft whimper and managed a weak little nod and she tried to force his hands even harder onto her. He took the bottom of her earlobe into his mouth and bit it playfully, scratching it softly with his sharp teeth. At the same time, he gave each one of her breasts a light squeeze.
"Stop." It wasn't a command, just a soft plea. But all the same, she felt his hands stay still while his head pulled slightly away. He brought one of his hands up to the side of her face while the other remained put. He traced the side of her face with his strong and calloused fingers, forcing Ginny to face him. "And here I thought we were having fun," he replied it the easiest tone Ginny had ever heard.
"We really need to get to class," Ginny said, trying to grip the easiest lie she could that sounded responsible. But she could tell he wasn't buying it. That evilly adorable smirk of his covered face as his mouth inched closer to hers and Ginny realized how bad she had it for Malfoy, the one guy she wasn't supposed to feel anything for except for hate. And yet, Ginny couldn't feel any hate for him when he looked at her like that, while he had just held her like that. Hate was the furthest thing from Ginny Weasley's mind.
"Is that so?" he asked in a lazy voice, his hand done with her face and heading into her hair. He latched onto a handful of her head and pulled on it softly, forcing her to look up at him as he pressed her down against the wall, his hand finally moving to her waist. "I know for a fact, Miss Weasley, that you don't have your first class today. You're going to have to try harder than that to get out of this."
What is this, she wanted to ask, but the words only formed in her head and didn't get out of her numb lips. She didn't want to leave him, yet she knew she needed to. Her brother's voice kept slipping into her mind, threatening to kill her if he ever caught the two of them together. And she wanted to ask him how he knew that she didn't have a class in the morning, but that too seemed like too many words for her to voice. So Ginny just stared into those gray eyes of his and bit her lower lip softly, in the nervous way she always had since she was a little girl.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked softly to break the silence. Ginny's eyes traveled down to his chest, which was level with her eyes. She doubted he actually cared what was on her mind, because everyone knew Malfoys only care about themselves. She simply shrugged and played with the end of his tie. It felt awkward to just be crammed into a small little closet with Malfoy. It didn't feel right to just be talking with him. It only felt right when they were truly together, when they were snogging silly. Otherwise, he felt odd to Ginny, like she didn't know what he was going to say and didn't think she'd like it if he ever spoke. It's because we hate each other, Ginny told herself.
"Thinking about Potter?" His question shocked Ginny because it just seemed to come out of nowhere. She glanced back up into his eyes, which suddenly looked colder than ever. She wanted to know why he cared, why he asked, why he couldn't just shut up and kiss her again already since he clearly wasn't going to let her out of the closet anytime soon. Her hand moved up his tie a little, and she felt the same silky fabric as the blindfold she'd worn the previous day. Everything about he seemed to remind her of something else in her mind, something she should never connect to him but always did.
"No," she answered softly. "No, I'm not thinking of Potter." She pulled lightly on his tie, trying to bring him even closer to her. His jealous of Harry, she thought and the thought almost made her smile. How can he possibly be jealous of Harry at a time like this? "If I recall correctly, Harry isn't the one who certainly has me pinned up against a wall."
Draco took another step closer to her until his body touched every inch of hers. "Then I deduce that you must be thinking solely of me, Miss Weasley." And he talked in such a low drawl that Ginny wanted to beg him to take her back with him, wherever he was going. She smiled and shrugged to the best of her ability.
"Maybe just a little, Malfoy," she whispered and pulled on his tie again, bringing his forehead down to touch hers. "You know that once we leave this closet, something like this can never happen again." She wanted to lie to make herself believe that she'd be able to just forget about everything between them. She wanted to believe that seeing him everyday without being able to touch him wouldn't kill her. She wanted to believe everything but the truth, which was that they'd been doing this for too long now and they both needed to stop it.
"You're the one telling me, Weasley?" he asked, and he sounded shocked. But she knew he understood. What happened in the closet stayed in the closet between them. And it would never go past that, no matter what they wanted from each other.
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For the first time in his life, Draco Malfoy wanted something, or someone, to hold onto. And when the littlest Weasley replied, "Yes, I'm the one telling you," he wanted to stay in the closet forever. She wasn't afraid of him like everyone else. And that annoyed the hell out of him. He wanted to be able to control everything in his life. He wanted to get things his way because people were too afraid to stand up to him. But she wasn't afraid of him anymore and that made him want her even more.
"Go on and kiss me again," she whispered, pulling him so close he could feel every word that she spoke, "I know you want to, Draco." The way she said his name frustrated him and turned him on at the same time. She was seducing him- they both knew it- and he was letting her. What had become of his world? Bloody Weasleys. He wanted to ask her if the Weasleys were needy about everything in their lives, but suddenly he couldn't bring himself to slam her family. Because no matter how much he hated Arthur and Molly Weasley, he loved them for bringing the spunky teenager in his arms into the world, even if she was another red headed Weasley.
He finally listened to what she'd said to him, catching her mouth with his. He sucked on her lower lip, biting it softly the same way she'd just been doing. He didn't have to wonder why she did it anymore- it felt wonderful and it made her make the funniest little noises. He felt her hands against his shirt, sliding all over the place and he wished she'd stop moving around so much because all the squirming was making him very excited. Her mouth opened and she let out a little moan. He wanted to dive right into her mouth, to latch onto her tongue and never let go, but he didn't quite yet. He was having far too much fun playing with her lips.
He felt her stiffen against him and then he heard her laugh softly against his mouth. Draco realized she'd finally noticed the bulge in his pants that was pressed up against her thigh. He wanted to be embarrassed, but instead he was simply fascinated by her laughter. Her hands slid up to the sides of his face and she finally stopped moving around so much.
He slowly released her lip and rested his head against hers. Nothing had really happened, and yet he couldn't seem to slow his breathing back down to a normal rate. He was about to remind her again about how this had to stop between them when the closet door suddenly opened and bright white light filled the entire room. He squinted his eyes as the brightness engulfed them, not yet concerned about who had opened the door.
"Ginny Weasley!" a voice hissed from the doorway. "You get out of there right now!"
Draco felt her suddenly slipping away from him, far too soon. His hand held onto her side tighter as she pushed against him to get herself away from the wall. Her head pulled away from his hand and she released his tie and within ten seconds everything was gone between them.
"Lav, what are you doing here?" he heard her whisper softly as he still managed to keep a hand on her.
"I'm saving your ass is what I'm doing here. Your brother and Harry are looking all over the school for you and Hermione's about to go to Dumbledore's office to express their concern about your disappearance," Lavender Brown responded, reaching for Ginny's hand and trying to pull her away from him.
She looked up at him with a sad smile, her shoulders rising slowly as her eyes lowered. Lavender let out an impatient whine. Draco wanted to beg her to stay, pled her to just forget about everyone else and just focus on him. But he couldn't in front of her friend and his pride would never let him beg a Weasley for anything. So he just released her side and let her slip away from him. Suddenly, he was all alone in the dark broom closet again, feeling as much of a fool as ever.
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