Wed, Dec 17 - Quidditch pitch - Lovers Reunited
Who: Ginny & Draco
When: Wed, Dec 17 - after dinner
Where: outside the quidditch locker rooms
What: Ginny bumps into Draco. Her inner whore comes out along with the Weasley temper.
*Ginny*
She headed for the quidditch locker rooms, bag slung over her shoulder. Spotting a familiar blond, she smiled as she felt her cheeks warm up.
"Hey there," she said with a smile.
"How have you been, Draco?" she asked.
*Draco*
He was scowling as he exited the boy's locker room, broom in one hand, half dragging along behind him.
"Hey." He stared blankly at Ginny. "Been fine, how are you?"
*Ginny*
She gave him a look.
"You don't look fine," she said softly, smiling at him. "Something wrong?"
*Draco*
He shrugged non-commitally.
"Another shitty practice is all..."
*Ginny*
"We could play together sometime if you want," she said, biting her lip as she looked at him, fidgeting nervously with her scarf.
*Draco*
"No, no, that's fine... No need for us.. playing... together."
He fidgeted nervously too.
*Ginny*
"Oh," she said, her face falling slightly. It wasn't as though she'd been looking for an excuse to spend time with him. Really.
"Well, if I can do anything to help, let me know.." she said quietly, wishing things weren't so awkward and wondering if she should just kiss him again.
"Well, let me know if there's anything I can do for you..." she said, blushing slightly at how it came out.
*Draco*
He looked thoughtful, trying his best to look scornful and decided to change the subject.
"Snape's gone, you know... They think that fat tub of lard potions professor's going to take his place."
*Ginny*
"Slughorn teaching potions and defence? Ugh," she said with a shudder. "I always feel like he's undressing me. I never thought I'd say I wish the uniform skirts were longer.."
*Draco*
"No, he'd be our head of house, Gods only know who'll take defence... Probably Sirius Black or someone wretched like that."
He laughed.
"And don't worry, you're probably too old for Slughorn."
*Ginny*
She made a face.
"Ugh, poor young'uns," she said.
"What am I too old for him because I have these?" she asked, cupping her breasts in her hands.
*Draco*
He looked down, blushed, and then looked away.
"Ummm... probably, yes. Anyway..."
*Ginny*
She smiled shyly and dropped her hands.
"You're allowed to look you know. I'm not seeing anyone. And wouldn't mind you.." she trailed off as her face turned bright red.
*Draco*
He scowled.
"I can't just... ogle you. Not here, not in the halls. People will talk and then your brothers or bloody Potter...."
*Ginny*
"I don't care if people talk, Draco. Don't you get that? I still like you. And I can handle my brothers and Potter.." she said before leaning in and kissing him.
*Draco*
He kissed her back before he even realised what he was doing. He then pushed her away.
"Don't you get it, I'm with Pansy now!"
*Ginny*
"And how's that going for you? Does she lick your boots for you?" she shouted, the Weasley temper kicking in at being scorned.
"You kissed me back, so you're obviously attracted to me! Doesn't it mean anything that I still love you!?"
*Draco*
"Don't you get it? I'm a Malfoy, I'm a pureblood, love doesn't even enter into it... It doesn't matter who I love!"
He snarled.
"And it doesn't matter who loves me!"
*Ginny*
"So that's it? You're going to throw your whole fucking life away because of your last name? I thought you learned there was more to life than just pureblood's and names!" she snarled back.
*Draco*
He started gesturing with his arms dramatically.
"I'm not throwing my life away, her family has money... and connections... Those are the things I need for my future, to restore my family's good name! You don't know how it is... I am a hero! People should be kissing my ass, but do you know what I get? They smell weakness. I've got freaking Greengrass teaming up with Urquhart and Vaisey of all people thinking she's the queen bee."
*Ginny*
"The only good name money and connections will help you get is with former death eaters!" she said.
"And for merlin's sake, stop flapping your arms like an owl!"
*Draco*
"Don't tell me how to behave, you're almost as red as your hair!"
*Ginny*
"Well that's your fault . Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned and all that," she said. "And I just want to kiss you because it feels so bloody good!"
*Draco*
"Normally I wouldn't be one to complain, but... We can't keep doing this."
He sighed. It did feel bloody good, certainly better than with Pansy but things were different now.
*Ginny*
"Why? If you enjoy it and I enjoy it, why can't we? Look, I'll even deal with sneaking around and using hidden rooms and stuff.." she said, trying not to sound too desperate.
*Draco*
He looked puzzled.
"You'd... You'd be content to be my.. mistress?"
He was shocked figuring a girl of Ginny's quality and character would never agree to such a thing.
*Ginny*
She made a face.
"Content, no. But you know what they say, you do crazy things for love," she said, staring at the ground.
*Draco*
He nodded.
"Or lust. Yes. I'll... I'll consider it."
*Ginny*
"Here's something to consider," she said. Checking to make sure no one was looking, she leaned in and kissed Draco passionately.
*Draco*
He kissed her back just as passionately, making his considerations very very carefully*
*Ginny*
She threaded her fingers through his hair, moaning softly into the kiss as she pressed her body against his.
*Draco*
He stepped back, flushed.
"That's... enough for now... We'll... We'll pick this up later."
*Ginny*
"Right," she said licking her lips and blushing slightly.
"Take care of yourself," she said with a smile as she headed for the locker room, not quite sure if she'd completely lost her marbles.
*Draco*
He stepped out of her way and watched her go, not quite sure if he'd completely lost his marbles.
When: Wed, Dec 17 - after dinner
Where: outside the quidditch locker rooms
What: Ginny bumps into Draco. Her inner whore comes out along with the Weasley temper.
*Ginny*
She headed for the quidditch locker rooms, bag slung over her shoulder. Spotting a familiar blond, she smiled as she felt her cheeks warm up.
"Hey there," she said with a smile.
"How have you been, Draco?" she asked.
*Draco*
He was scowling as he exited the boy's locker room, broom in one hand, half dragging along behind him.
"Hey." He stared blankly at Ginny. "Been fine, how are you?"
*Ginny*
She gave him a look.
"You don't look fine," she said softly, smiling at him. "Something wrong?"
*Draco*
He shrugged non-commitally.
"Another shitty practice is all..."
*Ginny*
"We could play together sometime if you want," she said, biting her lip as she looked at him, fidgeting nervously with her scarf.
*Draco*
"No, no, that's fine... No need for us.. playing... together."
He fidgeted nervously too.
*Ginny*
"Oh," she said, her face falling slightly. It wasn't as though she'd been looking for an excuse to spend time with him. Really.
"Well, if I can do anything to help, let me know.." she said quietly, wishing things weren't so awkward and wondering if she should just kiss him again.
"Well, let me know if there's anything I can do for you..." she said, blushing slightly at how it came out.
*Draco*
He looked thoughtful, trying his best to look scornful and decided to change the subject.
"Snape's gone, you know... They think that fat tub of lard potions professor's going to take his place."
*Ginny*
"Slughorn teaching potions and defence? Ugh," she said with a shudder. "I always feel like he's undressing me. I never thought I'd say I wish the uniform skirts were longer.."
*Draco*
"No, he'd be our head of house, Gods only know who'll take defence... Probably Sirius Black or someone wretched like that."
He laughed.
"And don't worry, you're probably too old for Slughorn."
*Ginny*
She made a face.
"Ugh, poor young'uns," she said.
"What am I too old for him because I have these?" she asked, cupping her breasts in her hands.
*Draco*
He looked down, blushed, and then looked away.
"Ummm... probably, yes. Anyway..."
*Ginny*
She smiled shyly and dropped her hands.
"You're allowed to look you know. I'm not seeing anyone. And wouldn't mind you.." she trailed off as her face turned bright red.
*Draco*
He scowled.
"I can't just... ogle you. Not here, not in the halls. People will talk and then your brothers or bloody Potter...."
*Ginny*
"I don't care if people talk, Draco. Don't you get that? I still like you. And I can handle my brothers and Potter.." she said before leaning in and kissing him.
*Draco*
He kissed her back before he even realised what he was doing. He then pushed her away.
"Don't you get it, I'm with Pansy now!"
*Ginny*
"And how's that going for you? Does she lick your boots for you?" she shouted, the Weasley temper kicking in at being scorned.
"You kissed me back, so you're obviously attracted to me! Doesn't it mean anything that I still love you!?"
*Draco*
"Don't you get it? I'm a Malfoy, I'm a pureblood, love doesn't even enter into it... It doesn't matter who I love!"
He snarled.
"And it doesn't matter who loves me!"
*Ginny*
"So that's it? You're going to throw your whole fucking life away because of your last name? I thought you learned there was more to life than just pureblood's and names!" she snarled back.
*Draco*
He started gesturing with his arms dramatically.
"I'm not throwing my life away, her family has money... and connections... Those are the things I need for my future, to restore my family's good name! You don't know how it is... I am a hero! People should be kissing my ass, but do you know what I get? They smell weakness. I've got freaking Greengrass teaming up with Urquhart and Vaisey of all people thinking she's the queen bee."
*Ginny*
"The only good name money and connections will help you get is with former death eaters!" she said.
"And for merlin's sake, stop flapping your arms like an owl!"
*Draco*
"Don't tell me how to behave, you're almost as red as your hair!"
*Ginny*
"Well that's your fault . Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned and all that," she said. "And I just want to kiss you because it feels so bloody good!"
*Draco*
"Normally I wouldn't be one to complain, but... We can't keep doing this."
He sighed. It did feel bloody good, certainly better than with Pansy but things were different now.
*Ginny*
"Why? If you enjoy it and I enjoy it, why can't we? Look, I'll even deal with sneaking around and using hidden rooms and stuff.." she said, trying not to sound too desperate.
*Draco*
He looked puzzled.
"You'd... You'd be content to be my.. mistress?"
He was shocked figuring a girl of Ginny's quality and character would never agree to such a thing.
*Ginny*
She made a face.
"Content, no. But you know what they say, you do crazy things for love," she said, staring at the ground.
*Draco*
He nodded.
"Or lust. Yes. I'll... I'll consider it."
*Ginny*
"Here's something to consider," she said. Checking to make sure no one was looking, she leaned in and kissed Draco passionately.
*Draco*
He kissed her back just as passionately, making his considerations very very carefully*
*Ginny*
She threaded her fingers through his hair, moaning softly into the kiss as she pressed her body against his.
*Draco*
He stepped back, flushed.
"That's... enough for now... We'll... We'll pick this up later."
*Ginny*
"Right," she said licking her lips and blushing slightly.
"Take care of yourself," she said with a smile as she headed for the locker room, not quite sure if she'd completely lost her marbles.
*Draco*
He stepped out of her way and watched her go, not quite sure if he'd completely lost his marbles.