Jam
Chapter One - All Grown up
A/N- This is the sequel to Toast, I highly suggest that you read that story first before you read this one because it may confuse you if you have not. Remember this is a D/G story no matter what I try to lead you to believe.
Disclaimer- I own the cat... she's actually modeled after my own little kitty ^_^, other than that, it all belongs to JKR (Well, maybe not the idea for this pair, but hey! It works)
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Hands danced across the cover of a fairly new Hogwarts yearbook. Dainty fingers opened the book, tossing pages of numerous students aside. The girl stopped at one picture, one picture of a man that had tortured her since he had graduated from her school, leaving her alone and confused. A yearning sigh escaped her lips as she let a finger trace his sharp features, his silky, blonde hair, remembering his sweet touch, his soft kisses.
She snapped the book closed upon feeling the familiar callused hands that had held her every time she cried. She looked up into the face of her lover, orange tendrils framing her face; the rest of her hair swept up into a bun. She listened to him sigh as he bent down to kiss her soft lips. Accepting his kiss, she pushed the yearbook under her bed shrewdly. When they parted, he sat down next to her.
"Are you all right Ginny?" he asked, looking deep into her doe brown eyes. She replied by giving him a soft nod, snuggling into his firm chest.
"Just thinking..." Ginny replied, rubbing her thumb across the palm of his hand, looking wistfully out the window. He kissed the top of her head, following her gaze.
"Thinking about him again?" he asked, looking down at her. She didn't answer him. He shook his head.
"Gin, you need to forget Draco... he's not worth all this time you've been dwelling on him. Besides, you're with me now, isn't that enough... don't you love me?" he asked, his eyes showing all the hurt and bemusement he was feeling. He drew away from her upon hearing no response.
She bit her bottom lip; afraid her best friend was just about to leave her for good. She watched him get up, reaching for his jacket. She extended her hand to him, gripping his pants leg.
"Please don't... you know I love you," she whispered. He sighed, relieved, sitting down next to her, wrapping his lanky arms around her body. She couldn't help but smile upon feeling his touch. It wasn't like the passion filled caresses she had felt with Draco, but he made her feel special when he touched her, as if she was a delicate flower. He made her feel that she was better than anything she could ever think herself to be.
Looking up at him, she lightly kissed him, resting her head on his shoulder. He couldn't have been happier, and she knew. He raked his hands through her soft curly tendrils, treasuring every moment he spent with her. Her heart fluttered in her chest as his hands danced around her pants line. She closed her eyes, sighing complacently. He jerked his head up to her clock.
"Oh crap!" he snapped, jumping up, Ginny flying off his lap. She stood up, rubbing her rear end. He began searching furiously around her room for his jacket.
"What is it?" she asked, picking his jacket off her bed, handing it to him.
"I've got to be at work now to get ready for the ball... you are coming as my date, aren't you?" he asked, opening the door. She nodded as he kissed her sweetly on the lips. He gave her a quick smile before rushing outside her flat.
Ginny closed the door behind him, chuckling to herself. She glanced about her rather messy flat. She grinned proudly. It may be small and untidy, but it was all hers. It was one of the only things she could truly call her own. She smiled; walking over the pile of clothes that lay scattered about her floor, into her room.
"What to wear..." Ginny sighed, flicking through her closet of dress robes. She stuck her nose up at a particularly hideous pink robe her mother had gotten her as a graduation day present. She continued her hunt, stopping at an enchanting golden robe studded with emerald gems, trimmed with sparkling lace. She contemplated not wearing it for it's particularly low V-neck, but she took it out, pulling it up to her face.
"That one's the ticket M'dear!" her mirror chirped happily. Ginny grinned, laying it across her bed.
She stepped onto the cold tiles of her bathroom, lightly padding over to the bath faucet. She turned the hot water on high, slipping a tad of bubble bath into the mix. Ginny pulled gently on her hair ribbon, letting a band of bright orange ringlets slide down her back. She shed her clothes on the floor, stepping gracefully into the sweet blend. She sank down into her tub, turning the faucet off with her foot. She let her hair surround her, closing her eyes, taking in the sweet aroma of cinnamon.
Her memories consumed her mind, memories of when she had thought that she and Draco were meant to be. A single tear leaked down her cheek.
>Flashback<
Ginny jumped, startled as Draco grabbed hold of her shoulders. Her body relaxed under his touch. She turned to him, a coy smile playing at the corners of her lips. He sat down on a soft couch, looking intently out the window. Ginny sat down beside him, looking out at the view the Astronomy Tower offered. She had been up here on secret rendezvous multiple times, but each time it was different. She found herself marveling at the stars as Draco's gaze switched to her. She didn't know he was surveying her, thinking how beautiful she was, though he would never tell her what he truly thought of her.
Ginny turned to him, feeling odd having him look at her so intently. He smirked, bending down, kissing her harshly. She flinched under his cold touch, his bruising kiss, but she pressed back into him none the less. His skin was cold and raw, his caresses harsh and malevolent. His once silky skin was now ragged and worn, his hair growing to feel like straw.
He pulled her close to him, his fingers pressing into her back. She gripped his shirt for support; electric shots shooting up her spine. He drove her wild, nibbling at her ear, kissing every visible inch of her. It was primal, the drive they had when they were together. His rough hand caressed her milky cheek, a slice of hot pain searing through out Ginny's bones. She closed her eyes, letting out a soft moan as he kissed the nape of her neck, moving suddenly back up to her lips.
Her knees began to weaken as his hands crawled up her back, slowly inching their way around her waist. Her stomach tightened, a feeling unlike she had known before arousing inside her. She clutched tightly to him, kissing him passionately.
She wrapped her long legs around his waist, feeling him tense up beneath her. He quickly relaxed, though his pants did not, laying her down on the satin couch, letting himself fall on top of her. He pulled her hair out of its bun; an orange sea of her silky hair lay out around them. He fingered a tendril, pushing the sleeves of her shirt down, kissing her bare shoulders. Ginny shivered his lips like ice upon her fiery skin.
>Flashback End<
A loud meow echoed from outside the bathroom door. Ginny wiped away her tear, picking her wand up from beside her on the floor. She mumbled a spell, her door shooting open, allowing her calico cat to enter. She looked up at Ginny with big amber eyes. Ginny moved her face down to her cat; it didn't even flinch. Suddenly the cat let out a loud meow directly in Ginny's face, the potent smell of fish flying up Ginny's nostrils. She spluttered, splashing a bit of water on her cat's face.
"Kitty! What was that for?" She screeched, rubbing her nose to get the smell out. Her cat didn't have a proper name, and when she had finally thought of a name she liked, (Dim-Sum) it wouldn't answer to anything else. Her cat scampered out of the bathroom. Ginny dunked her head under the water.
She watched as tiny air bubbles formed around her stomach, coating her in a glistening light. She came up for air, her hand searching aimlessly about the rack for a bottle of shampoo. She finally grasped it, squeezing a small blob onto her hands. She ran it neatly through her hair, twisting the ends. She rinsed her hair out, adding a dab of leave-in-conditioner to her curls.
Ginny pulled the drain on her bathtub, letting the water slink away. She reached for her green towel, drying herself off thoroughly. She walked to her bed, picking the dress robe up. She slipped her outfit on, checking her bedside clock. She would have to leave soon.
Hurrying to her vanity, Ginny threw a dash of makeup on, charming her hair up into a french twist, leaving a few tendrils to frame her face. She looked in the mirror, smiling, not helping but thinking she looked good. The doorbell clanged through out her tiny flat. Ginny scrambled to the door, slipping her creamy shoes on as she hopped along.
"Gods, you look gorgeous Gin, can I come in?" he asked, leaning on the frame of the door. She gulped, taking in his lean frame; his blonde hair set a mess about his head, giving him the appearance of having a halo. Ginny nodded, coming back to his question, letting him inside. He sauntered about her flat, sitting himself down at her kitchen table.
He looked up at her, a mischievous smile playing at his lips. Ginny cocked her eyebrow, letting out a soft giggle at his comical face. He scrunched his nose, laughing with her. She gently sat down on his lap, fingering a piece of sandy blonde hair.
"I love you," he whispered in her ear. She closed her eyes upon feeling his warm breath brush against her cheek. She inhaled the smell of strawberry shortcake. Feeling the craving, she lightly kissed him. He kissed her back, applying slight pressure. Soothing warmth spread through her bones as he waited for her to allow him to press further. She slightly parted her lips, letting his tongue slip into her mouth.
He caressed her insides, his hand fondling one of her loose tendrils. Her hands flew up to his neck, pressing her body close to him, feeling the urge to be in his arms. She broke their kiss with soft nuzzles, cuddling close to him. She looked into his amber eyes, her knees weakening at the sight of him. Ginny brought her head back to his with a hunger.
She kissed him forcefully, her hands fluttering across his back. He was taken aback for a moment, but soon responded, his passion matching her own. She moved her hands down his back, over to his pants line, kicking her shoes off her feet. He snapped up rigidly. She pulled away looking at him.
"What's wrong?" she asked, hurt that he had resisted. He shook his head, swooping down to kiss her once more. She could feel his hands wrapping around her as he stood up. She readjusted herself in his arms as he carried her over to the bed. Zealous pangs shot up her back, love more than lust in her heart. She felt safe kissing him, safe in his arms.
Ginny was torn from her thoughts as she was gently laid down onto her satin bedspread. He kissed her lips sweetly, nibbling the bottom one. She felt his hands flick up her back, onto her hair. With one effortless tug, her hair came plunging down about her shoulders in a waterfall of orange ringlets. He pulled away, angling himself next to her.
She huffed, a bit disappointed but snuggled into his embrace all the same. He looked down at her, tenderness glistening in his eyes. She turned her head, looking at him. He quietly bent down, kissing her on the forehead.
"May I escort my princess to the ball?" he asked.
"If I can find my shoes and fix my hair..." Ginny sighed, getting up. She wandered into the kitchen to find her shoes. He followed her, wrapping his hands around her waist, placing his head in the swoop of her shoulder. He nuzzled her neck, kissing it adoringly. Ginny laughed, as she pulled the strap of her shoe onto her heel, the other one already on her foot.
"You should wear your hair down," he suggested, inhaling the flowery aroma of her hair. She sighed in agreement; they were already late. He picked up her wand from her coffee table, handing it to her.
"Are you ready?" he asked. She nodded. With a soft 'pop' the two disappeared.
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Ginny smoothed out her dress in front of the full-length mirror. He gave her hand a comforting squeeze. She smiled at him.
"Are you ready to go in? Or shall we be extremely yet fashionably late?" he chuckled, smiling at her. She admired his white teeth, his brilliant smile. Ginny pulled him forward, opening the entrance doors with one great swoop.
Inside the whole hall turned to see who was arriving. Ginny blushed deeply, wishing she hadn't opened the doors so forcefully. The butler at the bottom of the stairs cleared his throat.
"Mr. Colin Creevy and Miss. Virginia Weasley," he announced. Colin held out his arm for Ginny. She took it, cascading down the crystal staircase gracefully, her white-gloved hand trailing down the crystal banister as she went. The chandelier sent a soft glow around Ginny, the light illuminating her golden dress. She looked as an angel with invisible wings. The crowd let out a polite round of applause, turning back to their business.
Ginny was relieved when she reached the bottom of the staircase, she felt that the attention that had been directed at her was finally gone, she could relax. She looked up at Colin's tall figure, but his eyes were flickering about the room. Thinking about business propositions I bet, Ginny wagered to herself as she felt herself being led to a group of tall men in black dress robes.
"Hello boys, I'd like to introduce you to my dear friend," Colin began shooting Ginny a playful look, "Virginia. Ginny, this is Ivan Barakaov, Richard Wilkins, and Daniel Crick. They all work with me down town." Colin introduced, allowing each man to shake Ginny's small hand.
Ginny could tell that it was going to be a long night, full of small talk and hardly any dancing at all. She forced a smile at one of Richard's rather lame jokes. She turned to Colin, pleading him to take her away. He shot her a look, asking her to be patient, promising that he would make it well worth her while afterwards. She let out a soft snort. She had rarely seen Colin so engrossed in anything, other than his old obsession with Harry, but he really seemed to be enjoying himself.
Ginny excused herself to go grab a glass of punch. She walked over to the drink counter, ordering a small glass of a pink swirly froth. The bar tender winked at her as he handed her the drink.
"How much do I owe you?" she asked a bit sheepishly.
"It's on the house," he smiled, showing a few missing teeth. Ginny forced a smile, walking away. She sipped her drink, finding it to be flavored a delightful strawberry smoothie. She consumed her drink quickly, scanning the room for her escort. Finding him to be nowhere within her sight, she slipped over to the garden, stepping out into the fresh spring air.
She stepped over to the bench, spreading her dress out around her before she plopped down. Ginny smelled a blood red rose, which lay next to her. She gently plucked it off the bush, getting pricked by the thorns. Ginny let out a soft yelp as she cradled her bleeding hand.
She picked up the rose once more, avoiding the thorns, admiring its beauty. Ginny switched her attention to the starry sky, the moon shining brightly down upon her. She stood up walking over to the pond, bending herself down, setting the rose into the cool water. Ginny sighed, letting her finger dance across the tip of the bright blue pool.
She shivered, feeling a cold chill running up her spine. She turned around, but she hadn't expected to see who was standing there. Her heart jerked in her chest, her knees almost giving out. She felt her breath become short and quick.
It was Draco Malfoy.