Stolen Moments
Ginny rested her head against Ron's arm, feeling the sway of the train lulling her to sleep. It had pulled out of the station ten minutes prior and it hadn't been five minutes before Ron had fallen asleep. Neither one had slept well; Ron missing Samantha after having dinner with her and Hermione's parents the previous night and Ginny over-analyzing her relationship with Draco. Poor Harry was stuck with Luna talking about some new creature her father supposedly discovered and Neville wasn't arriving until Sunday, staying with his grandmother in St. Mungo's.
Hermione was out rounding up Prefects for their usual back to school meeting, when Harry saw Draco open their door. Standing there in his Slytherin green robes, head boy badge pinned perfectly in place he said that Ginny was needed in the last car for a meeting. Harry turned towards Ginny and said her name loudly.
She sat up and glared at him.
"What?" she demanded, hazel eyes shooting daggers at him.
Harry gave her his most winningest smile and nodded towards Draco standing in the doorway. She looked up at him, giving no notice as to whether she really saw him or not.
"I hope this doesn't take too long," she mumbled, very tired and cranky. She pulled on her robe and walked past Draco holding the door for her.
Silently Draco followed Ginny down the hall as she buttoned up her robe and pulled her hair back into a ponytail, all without missing a step. He knew enough to leave a grumpy girl, woman, alone…though he wasn't sure why she was so tired.
He followed her into the meeting room in the last car where Hermione was leaning against the window. She gestured for him to take a seat in the front row that consisted of Pansy, Ernie, now Ginny and himself. The Hufflepuff couple he caught snogging were behind him, next to the Ravelclaw Prefects. He sank into the chair next to her and resisted the temptation to put his arm around her, receiving the evil eye from Pansy.
Hermione started out the meeting by passing along the change of Head Boy then launched into a few new rules Filch had sent up. She also said Dumbledore had given permission for a Valentine's Day dance which was met with clapping; she enforced the fact that the 5th years were studying for OWLS and 7th for NEWTs so the other students needed to be reminded to be quiet in the library. It wasn't long until Draco felt Ginny's head leaning against his arm, and he nudged her. She mumbled she was awake, and cracked open her eyes, her head still on his arm.
Pansy started to make a comment, but Hermione raised her voice a bit to drown her out, talking about the upcoming Quidditch match of Ravenclaw vs. Hufflepuff, then she referred to her notes and gave the stats of the House Points, which showed Ravenclaw in the lead, followed by Gryffindor, Slytherin and then Hufflepuff. With that, she dismissed the meeting and before Ginny could right herself to get out of the chair, Pansy came over.
"Nice picture of you two in the paper, when's the wedding date?" She sneered and Ginny scowled at her as the jealous ex made her way past them and out the door.
Draco drew out the Daily Prophet he had taken from one of the Prefects and opened it while still sitting in his seat. There it was, on the front page…he tilted it towards Ginny who was trying to see, along with Hermione who had yet to read the paper. It had the second picture that was taken of them in the middle of the page…Ginny was looking up at him as he leaned against the wall of the jewelry store.
"Can I see that?" Hermione asked and Draco handed it to her.
"Now I know why people kept looking at you Ginny," Hermione said idly as she flipped through the paper, looking for where the article about them being seen together was continued.
"Looking at me?" Ginny said blankly, covering a yawn. "All I want to do is look for a place to sleep."
"You looked pretty comfortable using your brother as a pillow," Draco remarked, watching her cover up another yawn.
"He's a loud pillow, and Luna is the annoying alarm clock. Is there an empty car around here?" Ginny asked Hermione.
"Just this one. Take a nap in here; we won't need it again," Hermione handed the paper back to Draco who stuffed it into his pocket. Ginny looked around and found a bench long enough for her to stretch out and laid down after taking off her robe, folding it up and using it as a pillow.
"Guess that is our cue to leave," Draco said walking towards the door with Hermione.
"Wake me in a few hours, Hermione," Ginny mumbled, hearing the door snap shut after them.
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Not much disgusted Draco about his fellow Slytherin's but seeing Goyle make out with his current girlfriend while he sat in the same car, had done it; he had to get up and leave. Making his way up the hall, not really having a destination in mind he grabbed two chocolate frogs off a cart and threw in some money to a basket next to the candy. Looking up he saw Hermione coming down towards him.
"Gryffindor car still partying?" Draco asked, pocketing a frog and opening another. Hermione cracked a smile as the image of her sleepy friends came to mind.
"I am sure all three are asleep by now. Just on my way to rouse Ginny," Hermione hesitated, watching Draco toss his wrapper in the trash. "Unless you are going back that way and want to do it?" Hermione held her breath, hoping what she was saying didn't sound to forward. He shrugged, secretly pleased that he got to see her, alone.
"Sure. I need to go scare some first years while I am at it."
"How are your cronies doing?" Hermione asked leaning against the wall as the train took a curve.
"Snogging with their girlfriends, which is enough to scare even me, so I am wandering the halls taking perverse pleasure in watching kids run away from me, thinking we couldn't have possibly been that small."
"Oh we were. Soon, they will be standing here saying the same thing," Hermione said wisely.
"Scary thought, those kids running the place," Draco moved to the side as a student walked by towards the cart.
"Guess I'll go wake Sleeping Beauty," he looked at Hermione for a second longer than she thought he needed to, almost like he was going to ask her something. But before she could question him, he turned and walked down the way he came. All he wanted to communicate to her was done in that single glance; enlightening Hermione in how he felt about Ginny. Smiling to herself, she turned and headed back to a sleepy Gryffindor car.
Draco slid the door open, seeing Ginny sprawled on her stomach, her arms under her head, facing the back of the seat. He walked over and looked down at her for a moment, trying to sort through the feelings that settled in his chest. She stirred in her sleep, her jean clad legs twitching slightly and her breathing even under her white shirt (with CANONS written on the back in red). Draco sat down on the chair that was closest to her and stretched out, trying to figure out what he was doing here, just looking at her, but didn't get very far as the door opened and Pansy looked in with her current snogging partner at her heels.
She stepped in as her eyes moved from Draco to Ginny.
"Taken," Draco said coldly, knowing they were looking for a place to be alone. The 6th year boy glanced at Draco and managed to only meet his gaze for a few seconds before letting it slide away. Pansy stared at him.
"You better know what you are getting into, Malfoy. Daddy won't be there to pull you out of any problems."
"Thank you Parkinson, but I can run my own life; now go run along before you wake her up. Find yourself another place to do…whatever," Draco waved his hand at her towards the door. She glared at him for a moment and with a swish of robes that would make Snape look tame, she slammed the door behind her, starting Ginny from her sleep. She raised her head and turned it, looking sleepily around and finding Draco.
"Good morning," Draco said, stretching his legs out in front of him. She let her head rest on her arms, but faced him.
"Time to get up already?" she murmured and Draco nodded, realizing that a sleepy Ginny was one of the more appealing things he had seen in a long time.
"You said a few hours, and it's a bit over three," he nodded at the clock.
"Did I hear voices in here?" She looked down towards the door as if expecting to see someone standing there.
"Just Pansy and her current snogging partner; I told them to get lost," he said lightly watching her push herself up into a sitting position. He actually smiled when he saw the creases on her cheek. She reached up and let her pony tail out, running her fingers through her long red hair. Draco watched her silently as she made these slow, purposeful not-quite-awake movements. She caught him looking at her.
"It was supposed to be Hermione waking me up, not you, so I'm sorry if I look a fright."
"No, I was just noticing the creases on your cheek," he watched her hand move to her cheek and a slight blush rise to her face.
"Where's Hermione?" she changed the subject, leaning over and slipping her feet into her trainers.
"We met in the hall and since I was coming back this way she sent me to wake you up. I suspect she's holed up with a bunch of sleeping Gryffindors. You all like to sleep."
"Neither Ron nor I got to bed until late, then we had to be up at 6am to pack the Ministry car and drive here," Ginny explained stretching her arms above her head, hearing faint pops. "And if they are all asleep, what am I doing awake?"
Draco shook his head and for a moment all he could hear was the clattering of the train on its track. Ginny stood up, tucking her shirt back into her jeans and grabbed her robe, shaking it out a few times.
"I can NOT wait until I can do magic. A pillow would have been nice," she smiled shyly as Draco stood and helped her with her robe, barely getting it on over her shoulders before the train lurched, throwing them both in to the seat, Ginny landing on his lap. His arm immediately went around her to keep her steady as the train barreled around a curve.
"Good God, who is driving this thing?" Draco muttered as it roared through a tunnel, sending the lights flickering for a minute.
"It's rougher in the last car," Ginny said knowingly, suddenly aware she was sitting on his lap. "We start climbing the mountains at this point in the trip, so it's rough for awhile."
She carefully extracted herself from his grip- feeling him stand with her. The train started its incline, toppling the two back into the seat, this time Ginny landing on top of a prone Draco. She put a hand on either side of his shoulders to push herself up but she felt his arm go around her waist.
"Wait," he commanded softly and Ginny froze.
"You get back up again as the train is still going up the hill, we will both be back down here."
Ginny didn't answer, feeling his body under hers had rendered her incapable of speech. His hand reached up and traced the creases on her cheek.
"Is it so bad down here?" He whispered and before she knew what she was doing, probably before he even finished his question, she leaned down and touched her lips to his, resting her weight on her elbows. His arms tightened around her waist and he shifted his legs so one was bent and propped up against the back of the bench, causing her hips to nestle against his. That's when she lost it, having tried to control herself around him until she knew where they were going, she pressed her lips to his and felt him respond, opening his mouth under hers. She tasted chocolate and thought it the most delicious thing ever, feeling his tongue trace the inside of her mouth, his hands sliding up her back and burying themselves in her long hair. The train gave a sudden jolt and they both toppled to the floor. Draco landed with all his weight on top of her, immediately propping himself up on his forearms.
"You ok?" He asked, his eyes searching her face, trying to catch his breath, regaining a bit of control.
"Fine," she breathed feeling his fingers reach up and brush her hair away from her face, making her close her eyes; loving the feel of his fingers against her skin and the way it sent a shocking message to the rest of her body.
"Ginny," he whispered her name so softly she wondered if he really said it at all. She opened her eyes and saw something in his eyes that made her catch her breath. What was he going to say? He looked almost scared and Ginny raised a hand and touched his face with the back of her knuckles and she saw his head drop a fraction of an inch.
"You realize when we get to school people are going to talk, and with classes, exams and just being in different places it's going to be hard to…to," he stumbled over his words as her hand cupped his face.
"I know," Ginny whispered, knowing how hard it was to find a way to spend time with your friends while studying, playing Quidditch, doing your duties and on and on. To avoid further talking she reached behind him and pulled his head down to hers, feeling him press into her, vaguely aware of his hand moving towards the door and hearing a click. She fumbled with the buttons of his robe, wanting the long garment out of the way…he pulled away from her and shrugged it off helping her do the same.
For a moment they shared a glance and he leaned down, flicking his tongue over her lips causing her to arch up into him. Through her jeans, through his jeans, she could feel him and she pulled a leg out from under him so he nestled into her even closer. Not being able to help the quiet noise she made she felt the control going right out the window as their hands began moving, mapping each other's bodies. She tugged at his shirt, her hands the first to touch bare skin and hearing his sharp intake of breath against her lips, she knew he felt what she experienced that morning on the stairs in her house.
She ran her hands up his back, feeling his smooth skin, the flex and flicker of his muscles where she touched him and the dip of his spine; his hands tightening in her hair as he deepened the kiss, moving against her as the train rocked slightly from one side to another. Her hands gripped his bare shoulders and briefly she wondered when his hand un-tucked her shirt and started moving up her side, then back down over her hip, onto her jeans pulling her to him. His hands left a warm trail wherever he happened to touch, and it left her yearning for more. She felt a noise in the back of her throat as he pushed against her- not as hard as her body wanted but enough for her to respond, feeling her muscles clench in places she never thought about.
She could feel him grappling with his control as she trailed her hands down his back and rested them on his hips. They both stopped moving for a minute, breathing heavily and he lifted his head slowly.
"This isn't supposed to happen here," he whispered to her and saw the look of confusion come over her face. "You…you make my control go out the window and I can't let that happen here, on the train," he explained gently pulling her shirt down. A bit disappointed, Ginny nodded, breathing deeply. He pulled away, untangling his legs from hers and he sat with his back against the bench. Ginny scrambled up and sat next to him, quietly reliving what just happened moments ago. The comment Pansy had said yesterday popped into her head. 'Did "THERE" mean something that I might actually do with him if the conditions were right?' Ginny thought.
"Draco?" Ginny asked softly, pulling her knees up and wrapping her arms around them. He was staring out the window, legs straight out in front of him, his black silk button down shirt still un-tucked. After a moment he turned to her.
"What did Pansy mean by her "THERE" comment?" He looked at her, then turned his head back towards the window.
"I think you probably know what it means."
"I guess. I-I just thought that you and Pansy, that...," Ginny stammered trying to figure out how to have this kind of sex talk with Draco Malfoy.
"That's what everyone thought," he said shortly, his hands were folded in his lap and Ginny could see his knuckles were white, from the conversation or just talking about Pansy, she wasn't sure.
"Oh, well," was her way of an answer and she turned her head to look out the window too. 'Oh, my God, did I just find out that Draco Malfoy is a virgin?' she thought to herself, her heart lifting at that prospect.
"Pansy can be very forceful and it was always a competition of power and control with her and I. Me keeping her back, she wanting more; or vice versa. Plus, with what Purebloods are supposed to feel when that kind of thing happens, it was never there with us. I mean, how are you supposed to go on kissing a girl when it feels like nothing?" Draco asked rhetorically in probably his second longest sentence of the day.
Ginny stifled a laugh, "I don't know."
Draco smirked, "I guess you wouldn't."
They sat in silence, shoulders touching as Ginny rested her forehead on her arms which were crossed on top of her knees. She was so confused. What did he want?
"You know, Malfoy," Ginny began, getting his attention with the use of his last name.
"Sooner or later we are going to have to talk about this."
She kept her head on her arms, talking into her legs so he wouldn't see the nervousness and warm face she was sporting at the moment. She felt him lean back.
"I know. I don't want you to think I haven't thought that," his voice was low and quiet and she could sense he was as uncomfortable about this conversation as she was.
"So what do we do now?"
"Whatever feels right I guess. Ever single person at Hogwarts has seen that picture and will come up to you, and to me asking questions and making comments."
"I know. If they say ask anything, I'll just tell them the truth. We had lunch, we went shopping. I know people will make more out of that than it was, but I can't tell people what to think-- when I don't even know myself."
Ginny buried her head deeper, 'Oh Merlin, did I say that last part out loud?'
"Me neither, Ginny," Draco agreed quietly. A few torturous moments later, he stood up and tucked his shirt in, grabbed her by the arm and pulled her up effortlessly.
"Come on, we should get you back to your car before everyone thinks I kidnapped you."
They pulled on their robes and Ginny deftly pulled her hair back into its original ponytail. As Draco paused, his hand on the door after unlocking it, he turned back to her and put his hand on her shoulder squeezing lightly.
"I told you I would see you on the train."
Ginny rolled her eyes but admitted he was right and shoved him out the door, each walking to their respective compartments.
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Ginny scooted into the compartment quietly, seeing Hermione turn to look at her and smile. Ginny roughly shoved her brother's legs off the bench, who was now napping on his back. He immediately put them back up, over her legs while throwing an arm across his face as the sun, low on the horizon, shone in the window. Harry burrowed his head deeper into Hermione's lap, turning onto his side.
"I guess you talked with Malfoy?" Hermione whispered and Ginny nodded.
"A bit, after a bit of well…you know…," Ginny whispered back. Ron put his hands over his ears, eyes still closed. The girls giggled trying not to wake Luna or Harry. Ginny fiddled with the hem of her brother's pants.
"I have no idea what is going on. Especially now that school is back in session. He has NEWTS, we both have Quidditch, our duties and just studies in general. How do you do it with Harry? Establish a relationship?"
"You have to realize Ginny, it was pretty much six years in the making. And it also helps being in the same house, sharing a Common Room and having some classes together. You are a year younger than him and in six months he'll be out of Hogwarts, so I can see where you'd be confused," Hermione paused taking in the pained expressions that passed over her friend's face.
"Does he have any idea what he is going to do?" Hermione asked and Ginny shook her head, sharing what information she got out of him at lunch the previous day. Hermione filed away that information, wondering what he was going to do, now that his father was no longer around.
"I mean, is it stupid of me to try and pursue this? My heart is pulling me that way, but my brain is saying he is going to be gone in six months. He could go anywhere in the world with the money he has and I am stuck at school," Ginny put her face to her hands and rubbed her forehead.
"This isn't supposed to be so complicated."
Ron sensing it was safe to take his hands off his ears let his hands drop onto his stomach.
"I know and I'm just realizing how much of it is so complicated. I'm a mess too, Ginny. I tried getting through November and December without looking back at my miscarriage and how it affected Harry and me, which I shouldn't have. Then, I never really paid attention to what my friends went through at that point," Ron held up his hand half way into the air and Ginny slapped his leg.
"Well, it's true." Hermione agreed with Ron's nonverbal cue. "Which is why when we did talk, all those feelings came back up and I ended up…you know…," Hermione flushed.
"Crying," Ron said, his voice gravelly from sleep.
"I KNOW," Hermione answered roughly. "Anyway, the next day I ping ponged back and forth between telling my parents about it, not telling them, getting into an argument with poor Harry about it, who's just trying to support whatever I want."
"And on the same day you shag him," Ron said pointedly. Ginny clapped a hand over her mouth while Hermione looked for something to throw at him.
"In the end, you telling your mom wasn't so bad," Ginny offered, trying tp change the subject.
"We did not," Hermione retaliated to Ron's earlier comment and Ron opened his eyes and looked right at her.
"So, you mean to tell me that him coming out of your guys room with a smile on his face means that nothing went on?" He was referring to the hour before her parents were arriving for dinner during their holiday.
Hermione glanced down at Harry who was still sound asleep, "I didn't say "nothing" went on."
"Oh, so you…OH!" Ron goggled at her and sat up pulling his legs off of Ginny who looked a bit confused. "I should have guessed…took you awhile to come out and he was out first…oh, I get it." Ron winked at her and Hermione ducked her head, wishing she could dig herself a hole.
"What?" Ginny looked back and forth and Ron shook his head. Her brain hurt so much right now, she couldn't figure out what Hermione supposedly had done in Harry's bedroom.
"Something I hope you don't find out about for a long time," Ron pointed at his sister who frowned and sat back...thinking through her limited knowledge of what they were talking about...tapping a finger against her lips for a moment. Then, a conversation her other dorm mate, Lana, had with Susan awhile back about things a guy can do to a girl with his mouth popped into her head.
"Oh! I get it," Ginny let a smile play across her face. "Well, I hope you thanked him properly and fairly."
Ron howled with laughter, waking up Luna and Harry who looked around very confused. Hermione pushed Harry up, handing him his glasses as Luna stood up and stretched, excusing herself to use the loo.
"What is so funny?" Harry asked in a tired voice, seeing Ron clutching his sides laughing silently. Ginny felt a smile on her face and shook her head and Hermione wouldn't even look at him.
"You'll find out soon enough I'm sure," Ron said, winking at Harry, then dissolving back into laughter mumbling "thanking" and "properly" under his breath.
Hermione stood up and glared at them. Ginny felt sorry for her, just for a second.
"Come on Harry, let's go find something to eat," she took his hand and pulled him off the bench. He took of his robe and hung it up, knowing he wouldn't need it for another hour.
"Bring me back some…food that is!" Ron yelled before Hermione snapped the door shut cutting of his and Ginny's laughter.
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The rest of the train ride went smoothly and everyone behaved themselves. Ron decided to tell everyone that at the first Hogsmeade trip during the month of January he was going hunting for a ring for Samantha. Ginny hugged him, knowing it was a very scary decision for him to make. He had wavered back and forth between trying to make a Muggle/Magic marriage work and had talked it through with his sister, Hermione and Harry…even Seamus seeing as his parents were the same. Now, he felt the time was right.
As the train sat at Hogsmeade Station, Ginny helped some of the younger students get their belongings to the carriages and managed to grab her own trunk as well. Waiting to make sure all the students were on safely, she walked the familiar path to the carriages (still horseless for her) that were held back for the Prefects, Head Boy and Girl. She climbed into the last one, seeing Draco in there along with the 6th year Prefects from Hufflepuff. She settled down next to him in the darkness, taking note in the Hufflepuffs cuddled together. The carriages started their slow journey to the castle, a good twenty minutes away. The lights from the station stayed behind, plunging them into darkness.
Ginny figured in another few minutes the couple across from them would be snogging heavily. She scooted all the way to the opposite corner and felt Draco settle next to her, apparently thinking the same thing.
"Are you ready for another semester?" he asked quietly, laying his hand on her leg in the darkness.
"I am. I'm just wondering if I will ever see my seventh year friends," she said pointedly, shyly resting her hand on his knee, then her head on his shoulder.
"At least you understand how busy seventh year is going to be. I don't think I will ever step foot in another library after I am done school," Draco said softly and Ginny swore his hand was moving up her leg. For a minute she held her breath, hearing the creaking and clacking wheels of the carriage and an occasional snog like sound from the corner. She splayed her fingers over his knee and said nothing, just enjoying the quiet closeness.
'Holy, sweet Merlin, he IS moving his hand,' Ginny thought, her eyes flying open to reveal the inky darkness that seemed to be painted in front of her. She couldn't see anything.
Ginny leaned up and put her lips against Draco's ear and whispered so quietly as to not let the other couple hear, "Just how far do you plan on taking that hand?" She felt him squeeze her thigh and she jumped, trying not to squeal and felt his lips touch her cheek, working their way back to her ear.
"I am doing the typical teenage test wondering how far I can get until you push it away," he said flooring Ginny. She swore she heard a touch of laughter in his voice.
He was openly flirting with her; whether the other couple heard him or not she couldn't be sure. She really didn't mind his hand there, but it wasn't helping the fact that her hormones had clicked on and she just wanted to snog him right there in the carriage.
She noticed that his lips were still close to her ear and she turned, taking his face in her hands and while her fingers found his mouth she got to her knees, dislodging his hand, and lowered her lips to his so slowly and gently as to not make any noise. She let her hand that was on his knee return and slowly moved up his thigh this time, feeling the hard muscle underneath his robes and jeans; she felt rather than heard him take a quick breath. His hand clamped down on top of hers and stopped her from going any further, she smiled lightly against his lips and he nipped her bottom lip with his teeth.
When he was sure she got the message he grabbed her and swung her onto his lap, sitting a bit away from the back of the seat enabling Ginny to wrap her legs around him, sitting securely in his lap, her lips never leaving his. They managed to do this in the complete darkness without making any noise, except the normal rustle of robes. The crunching of the snow and stones under the wheels and the occasional animal noise helped mask any noise…it was rather loud inside the car when you combined everything outside.
Ginny felt his hands rest on her lower back and pull her to him until she was sitting right on top of HIM and the feeling that hit her deep inside startled her so much she dug her fingers into Draco's shoulders hard to stop the gasp that threatened to escape her lips.
His hands ran up and down her back, under her robe and that coupled with the rocking of the carriage withdrew some forceful, concentrated feelings deep inside her, enough for her to remove her lips from his and bury her face in his neck…his lips touched that place behind her ear and she all of a sudden felt his hand on her chest, so lightly, so tenderly that she couldn't help but like it.
'Merlin…,' Ginny whispered hoarsely feeling Draco set his lips on her ear again and whisper words she wasn't ever planning on hearing from HIM.
"Let it go Gin, it's ok," and he said it so tenderly she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders and as she felt the lips she loved so much on her neck, the hands now sliding down her back to her arse and applying pressure there, the carriage moving from side to side and her hips moved against his, against something she had never fully felt before this experience, Ginny let it go. She buried her mouth in the hood of his robe, in his neck, her arms pressing around his shoulders so hard to keep her heady, excited cries from tumbling out of her mouth as she experienced her first, energy releasing orgasm; scaring her and exciting her all at once. She felt his arms tighten around her as he pressed a kiss to her jawline, feeling her tense and quiver against him, then slowly relaxing in his arms.
Ginny breathed in Draco's scent, her breath tickling his neck and said a word Draco had never heard her say in the months he had been with her.
"Fuck," she whispered in his ear.
"Bastard," she said in almost a tender voice; then "A carriage?"
She moved her hips back a bit and loosened her hold around his shoulders, feeling him laugh silently. She marveled in the control he kept of himself and realized that she had been exerting control on herself, but not realizing it until he told her to let it go. Obviously, she wasn't as good at is as he was; though she didn't hear anything from the Hufflepuffs in the corner, so she guessed they didn't hear anything.
"I need to move off your lap," Ginny's foot was asleep and he gently helped her sit back next to him. Ginny was still trying to catch her breath and get a hold of herself when he leaned in to her ear and said something else that totally floored her, and briefly she wondered if Draco had another personality.
"That, Ginevra Weasley, was the sexiest thing I have ever witnessed," he nibbled her ear and she let her head drop to his shoulder, not quite sure how to answer that so she just basked in the aftermath of what just happened, noticing that she felt much calmer and wondered when this would happen again.
She felt for his hand and found it in his lap…she reached for it, threading her fingers through it, then felt him lift it and touch his lips to the back of her hand, not aware of the tears falling down Ginny's face…the result of such tenderness pushing her emotions out all sorts of ways. She surreptitiously brushed them away with her robe and got herself under control, taking in the last few minutes of the trip and closeness that wasn't to be found many times during the remainder of the school year.