Jill love hair never eye draco Harry was handsome. Even Ron was handsome. Hermione had won out, but only by a little bit. Harry and Hermione were locked in a tight embrace, kissing. To his great surprise, she also smiled. Normal Jill 3 86 2003-06-04T02:54:00Z 2003-06-04T03:16:00Z 3 1814 10343 86 24 12133 10.2625 Clean Clean 10 MicrosoftInternetExplorer4
Overdrive: Chapter Two
Disclaimer: JKR is still a creative genius, and I have "borrowed" some of her ideas, without permission. I still am NOT a creative genius. All praise and accolade should still be directed at JKR, without whom none of this would exist. That is all.
A/N: I wanted to warn you all that this chapter is D/G. This fic will be both H/Hr and D/g, so I just wanted to make sure you knew that before continuing. Ok, this time I think Draco might be a little OCC…did I say a little? Riiight…just go with me on this. Don't forget to review! It makes me happy, and helps me get better. i.e., constructive criticism is VERY welcome.
She looked at him, wondering if he felt anything for her. She had been watching him for two years, every insult he threw at her, her brothers, and her family in general just rolled off her back. They were at least acknowledgements that she existed, right? How could a person with such a venomous tongue be so beautiful? That was the only word she could think of to describe him. He was too delicate looking to be called handsome. Harry was handsome. Even Ron was handsome. But not him, he was beautiful. He was no longer a skinny little boy with angular features. He had grown into his nose, his silvery blonde hair was longer, and he had stopped slicking it back in fifth year. He was tall, and playing Quidditch for six years had done wonders for his body. His shoulders were broad, and his back muscles rippled underneath his robes. His eyes were the same flint gray color, but there were sparks in them whenever she looked at him. She thought she could see all the way to his soul by looking into those eyes. But, she had never gotten the chance. He was the prince of Slytherin Tower, and she was a lowly Gryffindor. How could he see beyond her house colors and see the real Ginny? She knew that if he gave her a chance he would love her.
She watched him walk across the stage to claim his diploma. He had graduated second in his class at Hogwarts, second to Hermione. That seemed to ruffle his feathers to no end. Everyone knew about the rift between those two, they had been battling for top position for years. Hermione had won out, but only by a little bit. He hated to be second at anything, but especially to Granger and Potter. Good thing the Weasel never got much attention for skill in anything. He made a fairly good keeper on the Quidditch team, but Draco didn't have to compete with that as a seeker.
After the ceremony, and Harry's riveting speech, Ginny went to congratulate the trio on a job well done. As she neared Ron, she saw a look of anger on his faced and turned to see what he was looking at. The sight before her had disappointed her to no end. Harry and Hermione were locked in a tight embrace, kissing. Even though she had carried a torch for Draco for the last few years, her crush on Harry had never dwindled. She could still see herself marrying him, if only he would see her as more than Ron's little sister. But those hopes and dreams went down the toilet as she saw him with Hermione. They obviously loved each other, and it didn't look like anyone could change that.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Ron take off, to be followed shortly by Hermione. Ginny cast her eyes to the ground and slowly started her way up to the castle. In her mindless walk, she bumped into someone and fell to the ground. That seemed to be the last straw, and she began to cry. All the tears over the loss of potential love from Harry, the loss of her brothers from Hogwarts, and her dream that Draco might notice her, came pouring out, her emotions going into total overdrive. The person who bumped her just stood there staring at her, wondering how a little tumble to the ground could make someone cry so much. He ran a hand through his silvery hair and sighed.
What Ginny didn't know is that he had been watching her, too. The only reason that he had made fun of her so much, was so that he could be near her. She could never like a mean, nasty Slytherin, so that seemed to be the only logical way for him to be around her. He had been watching her for about two years, wishing that he could be the one to comfort her when she was sad, even though he was usually the one making her sad. He knew that she was in love with Potter, and that fueled his anger towards Mr. Hero even more. He loved to watch her study in the library, when she thought no one else was there. She would nibble on her sugar quills, sometimes stretching and showing a little bit of her midriff underneath her robes. He loved to see her run her fingers through her curly red hair. How he loved her hair. No one he had ever seen had hair like that. It looked as though her head were on fire, but a calm, contained sort of fire that invited you to touch it. How he longed to touch her hair. She wasn't as tall as him, she came up to about his shoulder, but he liked it that way. She had grown into her body, filling out in all the right places.
"Now what could be making her cry? Surely not because she fell down, it wasn't that hard of a fall," Draco thought as he stood above her. "I bet it has something to do with Potter. It always has something to do with Potter," this time he was bitter in his thoughts.
"Weasley, what are you crying for? You're making my Italian leather shoes get wet." He tried to fill his voice with disdain, but all he managed was a slight annoyance. She gasped and looked up to him.
"What do you care, Malfoy? Can't your daddy just buy you a new pair?" She was humiliated that he had seen her like this, messy and vulnerable. She struggled to stand up, and to her great surprise, he helped her.
"You'd be surprised how much I care, Weasley," he tried to smirk, but it came off as a nice smile. What was wrong with him? He never let her affect him like this! She was looking into his eyes, and he was afraid of what she might see there. To his great surprise, she also smiled.
"Would I, Malfoy?" She couldn't help but smile, because she had been right! She could see into his soul through his eyes. And she liked what she saw. She didn't see hatred, disdain, or even annoyance. She saw longing and desire. And that sparked those feelings within her as well. She looked down at her hands, and realized that Draco was still holding them. He, seeing her gaze shift there, dropped them immediately. She looked to his face, amazed to see a slight blush creep across. She had never seen Draco blush. Ever. Why was he doing it now? Could it be possible that he did like her? She had to find out!
"Draco, do you want to go for a walk with me?" She hoped he wouldn't just throw her kindness in her face, as he would normally be prone to do.
"Did you just call me Draco? Can you say it again? I like the way it sounds in your voice," Draco smiled, and took her hand, beginning a walk toward the lake.
"Draco, I like the way it sounds, too. You say my name, now." She giggled at the thought of herself walking along the lake with Draco Malfoy. Maybe there was hope for her, yet.
"Ginny, or would you prefer Virginia? Or how about Gin?" He enjoyed saying her real name, not just saying Weasley all the time. He loved hearing her giggling, and he wanted to kiss her with everything that he was, but he could not just attack her mouth in plain view of all the Weasley clan, who he noticed were all glaring in their general direction. Well, all except the Weasel.
"Hmm…call me Gin. I like the way that sounds," she sighed as he squeezed her hand, wishing that he were kissing her, not just squeezing her hand. They walked until they were down by the lake, out of sight of all the graduation attendees. He sat down on a log, and patted the spot next to him, inviting her to sit as well.
"I was done walking, I thought we could take a break," he said as she sat down next to him. He snaked his arm around her waist, waiting to see her reaction before doing anything else. He couldn't believe his luck! The Gryffindor Princess was out on a walk with him, sitting with him, enjoying his company! It was as though all of his dreams were coming true.
She gasped as she felt his arm around her waist, warmth spreading throughout her body. She could feel his muscles tightening around her, and she was reminded of just how beautiful he had become over the last few years. She longed to tell him, but she was afraid of how he would respond. She decided she would let him do the talking, just for awhile anyway. Without thinking, she put her arm around his waist as well, and leaned her head on his broad shoulder, relaxing into him completely.
Draco sighed as she relaxed into him, using this opportunity to smell her hair, which had a scent of lilacs and lavender, he guessed. It smelled beautiful. He wanted to touch it. So he did. He ran his hand up her back and into the long mass of curls. It was so soft, and yet strong. The curls seemed to have a mind of their own, and there really wasn't a pattern to them. The just lay there, creating swirls of red, scarlet, bronze, and even a hint of blonde.
"Gin, I have to tell you that I have been watching you for quite some time, hoping that I could someday have a chance with you. You may be wondering, if I like you, why did I torment you? Well, the only explanation I have for that is, it gave me an excuse to be near you. I never thought you could like a Slytherin," He dropped his other hand into her lap, taking up her small hand into his.
"Oh, Draco. If only you had told me! I, too, have been watching you for quite some time. I wished and hoped that you would notice me. I didn't get as upset about all your teasing as I should have, because I thought that if you were making fun of me, it meant that you knew I existed. That's sad, isn't it?" She looked up to him, tilting her chin just so, and he took that opportunity to kiss her. It was soft and gentle at first, but both of them helped it along, moving it to hard and rough in no time. Ginny shifted around so she was facing him, and he wrapped his arms around her. She sighed with utter happiness, and he took that to mean that she wanted more. He deepened the kiss, introducing their tongues to each other for the first time. The heat between them was intense; it was as though there were sparklers going off in the air around them. Ginny loved the feel of his tongue in her mouth, and wished it would never end.
He broke apart, and they both sucked in deep breaths. He beamed at her, and she gazed at him with a look of pure adoration. She was glad that she didn't have to hide these types of looks anymore. She couldn't believe this was happening it was perfect.
"Gin, why were you crying before? It couldn't be because you fell down. What happened?" He was so happy that he would be the one to comfort her this time.
"Well, I don't know, so much is happening right now, my emotions just went into overdrive. Specifically, the three things that set me off were you, Harry, and Ron."
"Me? Why me?"
"I was convinced that you would never like me, and it just got to be too much to bear. Before you ask, I'll just tell you the others as well. Ron, because he graduated, and that leaves me as the only Weasley left at Hogwarts. I missed all my other brothers so much these past few years, and now he's gone too. Harry because I saw he and Hermione kissing, and I realized that he would never like me, either. No one will ever come between those two, they were definitely meant for each other." She sighed at the sadness of her brothers again, failing to notice the look of disgust on Draco's face.
"Potter? You were upset because you still like Potter? What are we doing here then? Is this just a game to you? I will not be made a fool, Virginia Weasley!" With that said, he stormed off in the general direction of the castle.
"Draco! Wait! It's not what you are thinking! It's you! Only you!" She tried to run after him, but she slipped on a wet spot, and her emotions again went into overdrive, blurring her vision and breaking her heart.