Lip Gloss by jessica k malfoy

Rating: PG13
Genres: Drama, Romance
Relationships: Draco & Ginny
Book: Draco & Ginny, Books 1 - 5
Published: 20/05/2005
Last Updated: 20/05/2005
Status: In Progress

Ginny's addicted to lip gloss, and can't resist getting the upper hand on Draco Malfoy
when he informs her that he doesn't like lip gloss. Nothing but fluffiness here. Drama coming,
but not for a few chapters!




1. Collars
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Chapter 1 Collars

“That doesn't do anything to improve your looks, you know.”

Ginny Weasley spun around at the sound of the altogether too cocky, too self confident voice and
found herself staring directly into Draco Malfoy's collar. Draco sodding Malfoy. Of course it
was him. He had been nothing, if not a continual thorn in her side since the start of her
6th year. She would have felt sorry for the blond Slytherin if he hadn't been such a
incessant pain in the arse; after all, his father had been killed the year before in the same
battle that Harry had killed You Know Who, and Draco had suddenly been forced into a temporary
state of humility. However, that only lasted about two days.

Since torturing Harry was no longer fun, and Ron had turned himself into a rather worthwhile
Keeper, and Hermione was never incensed by Draco any longer, he had turned to Ginny.

“I actually think you look better without it,” he drawled.

“Who asked you?” she snapped.

During the Holidays, Lavender had received a gift from one of her Muggle relatives, a gift of
some Muggle cosmetic called lip gloss. She had turned her nose up at it, announcing that she was
perfectly skilled in cosmetics charms, and offered it to Ginny. Ginny didn't know whether she
should be flattered or insulted, but she fell in love with the small tubes of lightly colored, high
gloss balm. In fact, she had used most of it.

“Just letting you know,” he smirked, his ice colored eyes prying into her own.

“Why would you care what I wear?” Mentally, Ginny kicked herself for not simply turning around
and walking away. But she never did that. She always took the bait, hook, line, and sinker, as an
argument with Draco Malfoy was good for keeping the adrenaline rushing and the blood pumping.

“Because I don't want that stuff all over me when I kiss you.”

She was momentarily shocked silent, her face twisted into a strange combination of amused
disgust. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me.”

She considered slapping him or hexing him, but couldn't bring herself to do so, and instead
she desperately scrambled for an incredibly witty comeback.

His pink lips were beginning to twist into some pathetic Slytherin excuse for a smile, and even
his cold eyes seemed to warm up a fraction or two. She positively despised him and his godlike
looks.

She preferred the skinny tubes of clear gloss, but at his words, she reached into the breast
pocket of her shirt and pulled out a tube of colored balm and began to apply it. “Well,” she heard
herself say in an unfamiliar, breathy voice, “we'll just have to take care of that, won't
we?” She leaned forward and planted her lips on Draco's pristine white collar. “Now it
won't get all over you. Just right there.”

Draco looked down at the pink mark, an eyebrow raised, as if he couldn't quite believe what
had just happened. He glanced back at Ginny and took a step forward, closing the space between
them.

“Of course,” Ginny smiled sweetly, “I'm never going to kiss you.” And then she turned on her
heel and walked off, making sure her short skirt was swaying invitingly.

At dinner time, the Great Hall was abuzz with talk of who had planted those lip marks on
Malfoy's collar. After all, everybody knew that at the beginning of the year, he had publicly
dumped Pansy and hadn't been with anyone since. Ginny couldn't believe he had left the
marks there.

“Why the hell does anyone care that Malfoy has lip marks on his collar?” Ron asked sourly.

“Probably because they all wish they'd put them there,” Hermione retorted briskly.

“He probably paid Crabbe or Goyle to do it,” Harry suggested with a smile.

“I heard he's been sneaking around with a Ravenclaw,” Lavender announced.

Ginny felt an unexplainable stab of indignation at her words, but Hermione saved her from
blurting out anything she would regret.

“He's not,” she said. “If he was, I wouldn't get stuck making rounds with him at
night.”

“You make rounds with Draco?” Lavender gasped, jealousy filling her eyes.

“You have to work with Malfoy?” Ron looked up in disgust. “Why didn't you tell us?”

“Why would that matter?” she shrugged. “It's not like we speak to each other.”

Ginny glanced around her brother's shoulder and could see Draco smirking at the attention he
was receiving. He glanced up and caught her eye and winked.

She immediately stared back at her plate, mortified that he would dare wink at her in the Great
Hall, where the entire student body was likely to see it.

That was how it started, but definitely not where it ended. Draco, of course, was not the type
to let anyone get the best of him, but as far as Ginny could tell, he hadn't figured out a way
to get her back.

Late one afternoon, Ginny excused herself from Professor Binns class claiming she needed the loo
because the boredom level was getting too high. She was dawdling towards the girl's restroom
when she spotted him, walking away from her down an empty corridor. She supposed she should have
just left it alone, but it was too tempting to resist. She crept down the hall behind him, as
quickly and as quietly as she could, and the launched herself onto his back, leaning her head over
his shoulder and planted another kiss on his collar.

“Weasley! What the hell are you doing?” he snapped, trying feebly to shake her off, his faux
anger attempting to mask his shock.

“Oops,” she smiled, sliding off his back. “I thought you were someone else.”

“Right,” he snorted and turned to face her. “Who else could you mistake me for?”

Ginny shrugged innocently. “Someone I wanted to kiss?”

“Please,” he looked at her disdainfully. “I know you want to kiss me. Otherwise you'd leave
me alone.”

*He may have a point there,* Ginny would admit to herself later.

“If I recall correctly,” she retorted, “you started this!”

“Then I'll finish it,” he nearly growled, his hands snaking towards her waist.

“I don't think so,” Ginny sidestepped him. “Weasley's and Malfoy's torment each
other, not kiss.”

“Afraid to break a few traditions?”

“No. I just have no desire to kiss you.” But she was afraid, not particularly of Draco, but of
what kissing him could mean. There was the implication that it would mean nothing at all, that it
was just part of the torture they so eagerly imposed on each other. But she didn't believe
that. Somehow, between the hexes that had flown between them at the start of the year and the lip
gloss incident of several weeks past, things had changed. Suddenly their behavior seemed less like
the playing out of old family grudges and more like flirting.

And she didn't know how she felt about flirting with a Malfoy.

True, he was gorgeous, but his pain in the arse personality helped her overlook that. Standing
there, having a silent staring contest with him, her girly side reminded her that she *did*
like the way his blond hair was growing longer and fell into his eyes and over his ears, and the
fact that he had stopped dressing like a carbon copy of his father and was currently wearing much
more fashionable denim trousers, artfully worn in all the right places and hanging low and loose on
his hips. She wondered idly how much one had to pay to get pre-tattered trousers.

“I think you do,” he told her, his voice so low it sent cold fingernail shivers down her
spine.

“Think what you want,” she informed him. “I'm going back to class.”

Ginny had no idea what Professor Binns lectured on, for her mind was reeling, shouting at
herself for even considering Draco Malfoy to be good looking, and worse, wondering what he kissed
like.

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