Seven Minutes In Heaven
Chapter VI - Ride
By Anti Darth Ani
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Just a little reminder: When you review (which I hope everyone does :P) make sure you include any ideas of where you want my story to go. I love that type of feedback on a story, such as this one, where I really don't know where I want to go with the story.
I'm so sorry it's taking me soooo freaking long to update this story, but I'm trying my hardest, I promise. And for those of you who also like CSI: NY, read my other story, When It Rains In NY, on fanfiction.net because it is what's keeping this story and my others held up. That, and I've been having a case of writer's block.
Anyways, on to the good stuff. There are going to be quite a few twists and turns in this chapter, so sit tight and read through it now. :P
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Lavender rushed quickly up to her dormitory after her finally class. She didn't stop to make polite chit chat to anyone, just climbed the stairs two at a time and flopped down on the bed. Yanking the piece of parchment out of her pocket, she flung it down on the mattress and just stared at it. She felt bad stealing something that belonged to such a good friend of her's. I didn't steal it, Lavender corrected herself. I did Ginny a favor, picking it up off the floor where anyone could walk by and pick it up. She didn't add that she had no right snooping at what was actually written on the parchment, if anything.
Lavender snatched the paper back up and brought it right in front of her face. She was about to open it up when she threw it back onto the bed. It's none of my business, Lavender told herself. But that didn't make her want to know any less. What if Ginny was dying and this letter was telling her that? Lavender was Ginny's best friend. She had a right to know. Like Ginny's really dying, the inner voice in her head snapped back. She knew she was stretching her reasoning, but she just had to figure out who the letter was from and what it was about.
Deciding finally, Lavender almost ripped the piece of parchment as she quickly unfolded it, her hands trembling a little as her eyes darted over the writing confined on the paper.
Lavender had been expecting a letter to Ginny, most likely from Draco. But she didn't think even Draco was sick enough to write such a thing to Ginny. She gasped a little as she read over the letter, letting out a small scream when she reached the end. Lavender dropped the letter immediately and scrambled off of the bed, not caring when her foot got twisted in the bed sheet and dropped her on her ass. She kicked at the sheet and pushed herself as far away from the piece of parchment as she could with her hands and legs.
Who would write such a thing to Ginny? Lavender wondered silently as she watched the parchment suddenly alight itself, engulfed in blue and green flames. Who would want to hurt Ginny? Who would want to... her mind stumbled on the word... kill Ginny?
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Ginny walked down the snow covered ground, heading from the Herbology greenhouses up towards Hogwarts. She was ready for the day to end, ready to just eat quickly and then crawl into her bed. Maybe she'd cast a small heating charm on her bed as well to keep out the frosty air that came with the wonderful white weather. She loved the snow when she was inside, wrapped up in a blanket and looking at it from inside the warmth of the castle. She wasn't too fond of it, though, when she had to stalk through it back to the main doors of the castle.
She'd stayed behind at the end of class to help clean up, because she needed the little extra credit offered in order to raise her grade from a failing grade to a passing grade. It wasn't, after all, she fault Colin had forgotten to take care of their project on the weekend he was assigned to. And so Ginny blamed Colin when the thing blew itself up in the middle of class, severely injuring one of the Ravenclaw sixth years that joined their class.
As the snow began to fall lightly from the sky, Ginny was sorry she'd stayed behind. She didn't like walking by herself, especially when her visibility was cut in half from the snow. She picked up the pace a little, but she still had difficultly walking. For every step she took, her foot sunk into the inches of snow that had collected on the grounds of the school. Almost there, she lied to herself. In fact, she could barely even see the lights from the castle as it began to snow even harder.
Stupid, stupid, Ginny snapped at herself as she walked through the snow. Note to self: never do this again. Ginny could finally see the outline of the school as she got further away from the greenhouse. As she passed by the Quidditch field, Ginny paused to look up at the large three goal hoops on the side closest to her. Oh, she wished she was out there right this instant, playing alongside her brother and the rest of the team. She just wanted to feel free. But Ginny wasn't the best flyer when she had to play in the snow. In fact, her teammates were reluctant to let her play last year in any game in which it rained or snowed, because she was more harm than good.
Ginny screamed and her heart dropped to the pit of her stomach, beating much harder that it should have, as something grabbed her from behind. A hand came up to cover her mouth and keep her silent, which made her panic even more. She began to kick ferociously until her capture spun her around and Ginny came face to face with Draco Malfoy.
Ginny stopped screaming, but she kept kicking until he finally released her. "What the hell is your problem?" she asked, hitting him in the arm with her Herbology book. "You almost gave me a bloody heart attack!" She hated admitting that she was ever afraid, but he owed her an explanation and she wanted one from him.
Instead of telling her way he'd attacked her, Draco turned around and simply told her to follow him as he walked back towards the Quidditch field. Ginny stood rooted to the ground and stared at his retreating form. He must be kidding. He can't honestly expect me to follow him. Not after that stunt. But when Draco realized she wasn't walking after him, he turned back around to face her. "Come on, Ginny, I don't have all day," he said without taking a step back towards her.
Ginny began to shake her head. "How do I know you won't try to kill me again?" she asked, although she knew her question sounded silly to both of them. Somewhere in her brain, she knew he would never try to kill her. But she still didn't know if she felt comfortable following him where ever he was going. She knew her friends would be waiting back in the Great Hall for her when it was time for dinner.
Draco grunted, walking back towards her and grabbing her arm, pulling her in the direction he wanted to go. "Don't be such a mute. People will think you don't have any brains." Draco smirked as he said his next sentence, "And we wouldn't want that."
"Where are we going?" she asked as she let him drag her away. Ginny didn't want to fight him. She wanted to go off with him, no matter where he took her. The thought of it scared her, true enough. But she'd never be able to forgive herself if she fought this, whatever this happened to turn out to be.
"Oh, you'll see," he responded, pulling her into the tunnel under the field that led to the changing rooms and stairs to the seating on the field.
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Pansy sat on the oversized lounge chair by the fireplace, tapping her finger on the arm of the seat impatiently. Where the hell has be been? She hadn't seen Draco since Potions class after lunch. And she really needed to talk to him about what she'd found out about the littlest Weasley. Or at least what I want him to think I found out, she added to herself. In fact, she'd spent a good whole double class of Astronomy weaving the perfect tale to tell Draco. Oh, I hope he'll be truly heartbroken, Pansy thought as she picked at a loose thread on the armrest.
The portrait hole opened and Pansy twisted quickly in her seat to get a better look at who was entering the room. Blaise strutted his way into the common room and Pansy sank back into the chair. She'd been waiting now for nearly two and a half hours and she still hadn't spotted Draco. He hadn't been at dinner and he missed his last class of the day as well. What irritated her even more was that the Weasley girl had also not been seen.
She found out this little piece of information while she was blackmailing Ginny's best friend, one Mr. Creevey. Pansy didn't have anything personal against Colin, except for the fact that he was an annoying Gryffindor. But she'd needed someone who had a camera in order to perfect her scheme. Colin had been curious when Pansy had asked him to secretly snap two pictures of two very important people for her. He'd been even more surprised with what she'd demanded him to do with the pictures.
Pansy sighed as the clock struck eleven. She had an early class in the morning and a Potions essay she needed to finish writing. She didn't have time to sit around and wait forever. Not when Draco was notorious for staying out late, doing things Pansy didn't even want to think about.
Making up her mind, Pansy took the sealed letter with the picture safely tucked inside and, grabbing her quill, she quickly scribbled his name on the front. Then she handed it to Blaise to take up to the dormitory he shared with Draco and to place on Draco's bed. With one last glance to the portrait hole, which was closed, Pansy headed up to her own room for the night.
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"Draco," Ginny squealed as he plunged down. She gripped his shoulders and held onto his stick even tighter. "Stop!" she yelled, but the wind and the snow caught her words and swallowed them up. She squeezed her eyes shut against the torrent of snow coming at them. Draco jerked up and pushed them even faster. Ginny felt fearful and excited at the same time. She'd never thought doing this could make her feel this way, but he knew how to make everything more exciting.
His hands slid back and closer to the insides of her thighs as he pushed up again and forced them faster than they'd gone all night. Ginny felt him pressed against her back and she forced herself to open her eyes. She reached her hands out and wrapped them around his, squeezing lightly. She could feel his breath coming in little pants against her ear and she had to hold back a moan.
He leveled them out and they began to slow down as Draco reached the edge. Ginny slowly slipped her right leg onto the other side of the broomstick. Releasing his hands with one of hers, she grabbed his shoulder with that hand. She knew he didn't quite understand what she was doing yet. Ginny picked up her left leg and slipped it onto the other side of the broomstick, her legs crossing over his. She let go of his hands with her other hand and brought it up to clutch his other side. As she squirmed to sit comfortably facing him, Draco jerked the broomstick around and through the highest goal post on the east side of the field.
Ginny debated wrapping her legs around his waist for better balance, but dismissed the idea when she saw the look he was giving her. Instead, she simply let them hang down on the sides of the broomstick. "Faster," she whispered, and he could barely hear her above the roar of the snow.
Draco kicked back his legs, leaning forward slightly to push them off again. They shot off across the Quidditch field, slightly climbing up higher above the clouds. Ginny loved the way the wind whipped her hair around, except for the fact that she was now facing away from the wind, so it pushed her hair back into both their faces. As Draco pulled the broom up to a sharp angle, Ginny's body slid back until her chest was pressed against him and her head was against the side of his. She was thankful she didn't weigh much and that Draco was strong enough to keep them both from falling off the broom.
When they had climbed higher than the top of the stands, Draco suddenly yanked the handle of the broomstick and leaned back. Ginny let out a scream as they flipped upside down and then began to plunge straight towards the ground upside down. Her scream turned into a laugh as they fell faster and faster. Although she couldn't see his face, Ginny knew Draco was smiling as well. He jerked the broom up and then shot straight up, still hanging upside down. The inverted flying made Ginny a little nauseous, but she was having too much fun to ask him to stop again.
She wrapped her arms around his neck as he began to roll them in corkscrews. Ginny closed her eyes and allowed herself to see through the movements their bodies made. He straightened again and pulled the handle up, rolling them halfway and pushing the broom up towards the sky again. As he continued to roll the broomstick and flip them upside down, Ginny lost sense of when they were right side up and when they were upside down.
The broom jerked quickly to a very slow pace and Ginny opened her eyes. The snow was barely falling anymore and the sun was setting just over the horizon. "How do you feel?" he asked slowly allowing the broom to drift down towards the ground.
"High," Ginny replied, and laughed. She squeezed her legs against his side intentionally and heard as his let out a small groan. She grinned at him, pressing herself fully against him. "Completely and utterly high," she whispered.
She didn't know why he'd taken her flying, but it brought a new meaning to `taking someone for a ride'. She'd never thought of flying like that before, didn't know it could make her feel so free. And he'd been the one to share it with her. Suddenly, she wanted to take him for a ride. A completely different type of ride.
"High's good," he replied as the broom settled and hovered a few inches above the ground.
"I don't want to go back," Ginny accidentally confided in him. She wanted to be with him, out here and away from where people would judge her. All of the sudden she felt guilty about the way that her brother and his friends treated Draco. It was like when he was flying, he was a completely different person than the one that always put down her family and embarrassed her friends.
She ran a hand through his tangled hair, wind whipped and full of snow. Without thinking, she pulled him closer to her and pressed her mouth against his. He let his feet touch the ground and Ginny instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist as he let the broom drop to the ground. His hands found her butt and he pulled her up against him.
How do we always end up here? Ginny thought to herself as he began to desperately kiss her back. The snow fell around them and onto them, the chill disappearing as the heat from their bodies surrounded them. She wanted to be indifferent when it came to Draco, wanted to tell him and her brother that she wouldn't take sides. But she was caught between the Golden Trio and Malfoy.
His mouth left hers and began to suck, almost painfully, on the side of her neck. Ginny squeezed her eyes shut and titled her head to the side. Her alliance seemed to be shifting without her control. He always managed to pull her away from what she thought was safe, what her family and friends believed was good for her. But all Ginny wanted was to feel happy, to feel free. And he gave that to her. He gave her the ride of her life.
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