Clouds
Title: Clouds
Rating: K+
Genre: General
Characters: Draco, Ginny
Summary: Continuation of Clouds; this time, the theme is stars. Fluff.
Clouds
On clear nights, she sometimes wished on stars.
And on those nights, she would wonder, if she wish hard enough, would it be possible to jump into the night and bathe in the stars that she wished on. Just what would it be like to reach out and touch your own wish?
Tonight was one of those nights.
On the quarter hour, before the rest of the students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were to shut their lamps off and close the curtains to their four-poster beds, Ginny had stolen her way up to the Northern Astronomy Tower when no one was looking. There, she sat on the top of a desk, a parchment on her lap and a quill in her fingers, and she gazed up at the endless night sky through the domed glass ceiling. There was a new moon tonight, leaving nothing in the inky blackness but a countless number of the celestial beings twinkling down at her.
They made her feel wonderfully small, wonderfully insignificant in such a big universe.
She could smell the scent of him, could feel his eyes wash over her, as he slipped through the cracked door and shut it behind him. She could hear the sound of him clicking the peppermint against his teeth over the sound of his footsteps. When he came into view, she could see his cocky smile in the twinkling starlight. He always walked with an air of confidence, an air of pride about him.
“It’s past curfew,” he said casually, folding his arms across his chest.
She laid her quill across her piece of parchment and folded her own arms.
“It’s past curfew,” she did her best to mimic him.
He cocked an eyebrow at her impression and swiveled the peppermint in his mouth as he stepped over to her and sat behind her on the desk. His prefect’s badge caught in the starlight, “I thought it looked funny when the tower door was open. What are you doing here? You don’t want to get caught being out of bed, do you?”
She pointed down at the parchment and quill sitting forgotten in her lap, “I’m just stargazing for my Astronomy homework,” she lied. He knew that she was lying. She knew that he knew she was lying, “The Gryffindor tower is too rowdy to concentrate, tonight.”
Though it was clear to the both of them that Astronomy homework was not the reason that she had come to the tower, he accepted the answer. As though to corroborate the lie, she picked her quill back up, and scribbled down a few notes that would probably get her a good mark in the class discussion tomorrow.
“Want to look with me?” she asked.
Before he could answer her, she leaned into him. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her middle, and rested his chin on her shoulder.
They stared at the endless mass of stars, both silently daring the other to jump inside. Silence passed. A shooting star dashed across the sky. He pointed to it as it disappeared behind the Eastern wing of the castle.
“Did you see that? You should make a wish,” Ginny thought he sounded like a child at Christmas.
“I already did,” she smirked at him.
“Did you?” he asked, pressing his lips to her ear, “Then what did you wished for?”
The low growl sent a hot wave of goosebumps rushing through her body that settled between her thighs. A numb, buzzing sensation, it felt like delirious happiness, began to boil in her core. The fluttering feeling crept up her stomach, into her chest, and she fought the urge giggle like a schoolgirl.
“Draco Malfoy,” she reprimanded playfully. She lifted her head from his, and cocked an eyebrow at him, “Surely you aren’t asking me to tell you my wish…”
“What if I am?”
“Then it won’t come true…”
He pulled her back toward him and rested his chin on her shoulder again. She felt him press his lips to her ear again as he chuckled, “Then how will I know how to woo you, if I don’t know your wish?” The hot breath sent another flutter of giggles coursing through her veins. She felt her fingers and toes begin to tingle with pent-up energy.
“Do you want to know what I wished for?”
“I do. Very much so.”
“Do you really want to know?” she breathed into his ear. He quivered beneath her lips, and his hands unconsciously caught her waist.
“I do,” His voice was caught between a whisper and a moan. She planted a kiss behind his ear.
“I wished for you to touch me.”
He froze. She smiled at him wickedly, in the same way the witches did in her brother’s magazine, but he didn’t seem to notice. A moment passed where he did nothing but stare at the sky. Her smile faded. Was something wrong?
The strings of rejection and embarrassment began to pull horribly at her heart. Never had she made such an open attempt to seduce someone, and now, she wished she hadn’t. She turned back and looked up at the stars as well. They seemed to have faded, now, as though they knew her wish was not going to come true.
“I’m sorry,” she said quietly. Perhaps she had offended him?
After a few long agonizing moments, he took her face into his hands and turned her to look at him again. His thumb stroked her cheek.
“You have nothing to apologize for. And you know I wish for that too,” he said softly, carefully, like he was trying to choose his words. “But not here. Not now.”
She pursed her lips and scowled, “You will spend the night with Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass, and hell, even Hannah Abbot, but not with me?”
He pressed a fingertip against her lips. “Stop that. You know I would never spend the night with Abbot; and Greengrass is seeing someone. You shouldn’t listen to all those rumors; it’s bad for your health.”
Her scowl didn’t waver.
“You are special, Ginevra,” he added with an irritated sigh, “Very special. I wish to prove that to you when the time is perfectly right.”
“It isn’t now?” she gestured around the empty room. He shook his head.
“For now…” he trailed off, shaking his head no. She made to argue with him again, but he interrupted her by kissing her lips, “How about we just wish on stars for now?”
She frowned, but did not push the matter. Instead, she leaned back into his thin frame, feeling his heart beat against her back.
Rating: K+
Genre: General
Characters: Draco, Ginny
Summary: Continuation of Clouds; this time, the theme is stars. Fluff.
Clouds
On clear nights, she sometimes wished on stars.
And on those nights, she would wonder, if she wish hard enough, would it be possible to jump into the night and bathe in the stars that she wished on. Just what would it be like to reach out and touch your own wish?
Tonight was one of those nights.
On the quarter hour, before the rest of the students at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were to shut their lamps off and close the curtains to their four-poster beds, Ginny had stolen her way up to the Northern Astronomy Tower when no one was looking. There, she sat on the top of a desk, a parchment on her lap and a quill in her fingers, and she gazed up at the endless night sky through the domed glass ceiling. There was a new moon tonight, leaving nothing in the inky blackness but a countless number of the celestial beings twinkling down at her.
They made her feel wonderfully small, wonderfully insignificant in such a big universe.
She could smell the scent of him, could feel his eyes wash over her, as he slipped through the cracked door and shut it behind him. She could hear the sound of him clicking the peppermint against his teeth over the sound of his footsteps. When he came into view, she could see his cocky smile in the twinkling starlight. He always walked with an air of confidence, an air of pride about him.
“It’s past curfew,” he said casually, folding his arms across his chest.
She laid her quill across her piece of parchment and folded her own arms.
“It’s past curfew,” she did her best to mimic him.
He cocked an eyebrow at her impression and swiveled the peppermint in his mouth as he stepped over to her and sat behind her on the desk. His prefect’s badge caught in the starlight, “I thought it looked funny when the tower door was open. What are you doing here? You don’t want to get caught being out of bed, do you?”
She pointed down at the parchment and quill sitting forgotten in her lap, “I’m just stargazing for my Astronomy homework,” she lied. He knew that she was lying. She knew that he knew she was lying, “The Gryffindor tower is too rowdy to concentrate, tonight.”
Though it was clear to the both of them that Astronomy homework was not the reason that she had come to the tower, he accepted the answer. As though to corroborate the lie, she picked her quill back up, and scribbled down a few notes that would probably get her a good mark in the class discussion tomorrow.
“Want to look with me?” she asked.
Before he could answer her, she leaned into him. He instinctively wrapped his arms around her middle, and rested his chin on her shoulder.
They stared at the endless mass of stars, both silently daring the other to jump inside. Silence passed. A shooting star dashed across the sky. He pointed to it as it disappeared behind the Eastern wing of the castle.
“Did you see that? You should make a wish,” Ginny thought he sounded like a child at Christmas.
“I already did,” she smirked at him.
“Did you?” he asked, pressing his lips to her ear, “Then what did you wished for?”
The low growl sent a hot wave of goosebumps rushing through her body that settled between her thighs. A numb, buzzing sensation, it felt like delirious happiness, began to boil in her core. The fluttering feeling crept up her stomach, into her chest, and she fought the urge giggle like a schoolgirl.
“Draco Malfoy,” she reprimanded playfully. She lifted her head from his, and cocked an eyebrow at him, “Surely you aren’t asking me to tell you my wish…”
“What if I am?”
“Then it won’t come true…”
He pulled her back toward him and rested his chin on her shoulder again. She felt him press his lips to her ear again as he chuckled, “Then how will I know how to woo you, if I don’t know your wish?” The hot breath sent another flutter of giggles coursing through her veins. She felt her fingers and toes begin to tingle with pent-up energy.
“Do you want to know what I wished for?”
“I do. Very much so.”
“Do you really want to know?” she breathed into his ear. He quivered beneath her lips, and his hands unconsciously caught her waist.
“I do,” His voice was caught between a whisper and a moan. She planted a kiss behind his ear.
“I wished for you to touch me.”
He froze. She smiled at him wickedly, in the same way the witches did in her brother’s magazine, but he didn’t seem to notice. A moment passed where he did nothing but stare at the sky. Her smile faded. Was something wrong?
The strings of rejection and embarrassment began to pull horribly at her heart. Never had she made such an open attempt to seduce someone, and now, she wished she hadn’t. She turned back and looked up at the stars as well. They seemed to have faded, now, as though they knew her wish was not going to come true.
“I’m sorry,” she said quietly. Perhaps she had offended him?
After a few long agonizing moments, he took her face into his hands and turned her to look at him again. His thumb stroked her cheek.
“You have nothing to apologize for. And you know I wish for that too,” he said softly, carefully, like he was trying to choose his words. “But not here. Not now.”
She pursed her lips and scowled, “You will spend the night with Pansy Parkinson, Daphne Greengrass, and hell, even Hannah Abbot, but not with me?”
He pressed a fingertip against her lips. “Stop that. You know I would never spend the night with Abbot; and Greengrass is seeing someone. You shouldn’t listen to all those rumors; it’s bad for your health.”
Her scowl didn’t waver.
“You are special, Ginevra,” he added with an irritated sigh, “Very special. I wish to prove that to you when the time is perfectly right.”
“It isn’t now?” she gestured around the empty room. He shook his head.
“For now…” he trailed off, shaking his head no. She made to argue with him again, but he interrupted her by kissing her lips, “How about we just wish on stars for now?”
She frowned, but did not push the matter. Instead, she leaned back into his thin frame, feeling his heart beat against her back.