entry 032 - hp
Title: Blue
Rating/Warnings: Sex
Characters/Pairing: Draco/Ginny
Summary: She always liked the color blue.
Word Count: 1,056
Author's Notes: For challenge # 005.
When she was growing up, she loved the color blue. Her walls were painted blue; she had blue blinds and curtains, even a blue bed set, ranging from sheets, comforters, pillow covers and duvets. Whenever she could, she would have something, anything the color of blue. She never cared what shade of blue it was, though, when she was sixteen, she realized it was always a lighter shade of blue. Nor did she care if blue was more of a masculine color. To her, blue was everything that she wanted to be. Cool, calm, collected and natural. Those were the things that she wasn’t and while she was quite the hot-headed person, she knew that in order for someone to be the one, they needed to like blue just as much. For a short period of time, she had even dyed bits of her hair blue during the summer, against her parents’ wishes. She had felt like such a rebel at the time, finally doing something that they were against, that would have everyone pointing and staring at her. It was that year, with the blue hair, where her life changed. She had gone into her favourite muggle bookstore, the name she could not quite remember today, and had picked up a book, sat down by the little kitty in the chair and started reading. The book was mainly about the main character falling in love with the one guy she hated, because, lo and behold, they actually had quite a lot in common. Even though she was fascinated by that, she couldn’t help but snort, knowing that thankfully, her falling in love with her sworn enemy was so rare that she needn’t worry. However, she had been so engaged in her reading that she had not exactly heard the door to the store open, or seen the so called enemy walk in and stare at her, smiling at the choice of book she chose - which just happened to be, yes, you guessed it, blue. She had been so engaged in her novel, that when she looked up and saw him there, she had only arched her eyebrow and defiantly, looked back down, trying to prove something. He had smirked at that, finding it incredibly cute and endearing, which was a shock in itself, for his kind did not do that. He had swiped his hand through his hair then, smiling down at her when she looked up from her book. He could tell she was almost done it, and in all honesty, he was glad. Though they were enemies, they both knew of the attraction they both had for each other and both knew that it would be going somewhere very soon.
“I love you,” he moaned, unbuttoning her blue shirt (of course) slowly, tauntingly. She arched herself into him, moaning, clinging onto his arms. He knew she was weak when it came to lovemaking and he knew that she would only last so long, but he wanted this. He needed this. He kissed her slowly, sensually and smiled slightly when she licked his lips, asking for permission, though they both knew she didn’t need to. Her arms went to his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist. He became hard, moaning as she rubbed against him. He suckled her neck, unwrapped her legs from him. Soon, he found himself pulling down her pants, oddly black, though he wasn’t surprised at the color of her panties, wet with moisture. She basically ripped his shirt off and he had to laugh at her eagerness before he told her to slow down. It was their first time, he had whispered, her first time, and he wanted it to be absolutely perfect. Her eyes glistened with love when he said that but he could tell she was hesitant about his intentions, so he kissed her one more time, putting, mustering all the love he could into that one kiss. When they were done, he was positive she knew how he truly felt, for tears had fallen down her cheeks, a smile placed firmly on her face. He heard her whisper the contraceptive spell and placed himself at her edge, breathing in deeply. He knew to wait for her ‘all clear’. He knew he could never hurt such a beautiful woman as herself. A few minutes later, she nodded her head and he pushed himself in, slow at first, letting her get used to his size. She had to adjust herself a couple of times and he didn’t mind, honestly. In fact, if it was a known fact that he was pretty much a wussy at heart, he would have stated that he could spend all night here like this, watching her like that. There was something just so satisfying about the way she looked that he didn’t want anything to change. However, no one knew of such wussiness inside of him, so he kept it there and started pushing, in and out. She scratched and clawed at his back, moaned and groaned. He bit down on her neck lightly, suckled it until he moaned in ecstasy. Pretty soon, she screamed and he screamed and then suddenly, it was all gone.
The night was black as Draco Malfoy woke up, staring to the left side of him. Her side was cold, empty for ten years now. Her side was a blue blanket, her favourite, the blue pillow and of course, the blue dolphin he gave her on their third date. He could still see her blue lips, the water in the car, her unable to get out. He just couldn’t take that anymore. She liked blue so much and even though she was gone, he knew that his wife sent him that dream. He hadn’t thought of their first night together in years, afraid that if he did, he would lose her all over again. Instead, he just saw blue, and as his old, frail heart took its last bout of blue blood, Draco thought of how blue heaven would be, how happy his wife would be and of course, if there could be a repeat of that night. After all, it wasn’t every night that someone such as Draco got to see a beautiful woman like Ginny, all dressed in blue, after ten years of being alone
Rating/Warnings: Sex
Characters/Pairing: Draco/Ginny
Summary: She always liked the color blue.
Word Count: 1,056
Author's Notes: For challenge # 005.
When she was growing up, she loved the color blue. Her walls were painted blue; she had blue blinds and curtains, even a blue bed set, ranging from sheets, comforters, pillow covers and duvets. Whenever she could, she would have something, anything the color of blue. She never cared what shade of blue it was, though, when she was sixteen, she realized it was always a lighter shade of blue. Nor did she care if blue was more of a masculine color. To her, blue was everything that she wanted to be. Cool, calm, collected and natural. Those were the things that she wasn’t and while she was quite the hot-headed person, she knew that in order for someone to be the one, they needed to like blue just as much. For a short period of time, she had even dyed bits of her hair blue during the summer, against her parents’ wishes. She had felt like such a rebel at the time, finally doing something that they were against, that would have everyone pointing and staring at her. It was that year, with the blue hair, where her life changed. She had gone into her favourite muggle bookstore, the name she could not quite remember today, and had picked up a book, sat down by the little kitty in the chair and started reading. The book was mainly about the main character falling in love with the one guy she hated, because, lo and behold, they actually had quite a lot in common. Even though she was fascinated by that, she couldn’t help but snort, knowing that thankfully, her falling in love with her sworn enemy was so rare that she needn’t worry. However, she had been so engaged in her reading that she had not exactly heard the door to the store open, or seen the so called enemy walk in and stare at her, smiling at the choice of book she chose - which just happened to be, yes, you guessed it, blue. She had been so engaged in her novel, that when she looked up and saw him there, she had only arched her eyebrow and defiantly, looked back down, trying to prove something. He had smirked at that, finding it incredibly cute and endearing, which was a shock in itself, for his kind did not do that. He had swiped his hand through his hair then, smiling down at her when she looked up from her book. He could tell she was almost done it, and in all honesty, he was glad. Though they were enemies, they both knew of the attraction they both had for each other and both knew that it would be going somewhere very soon.
“I love you,” he moaned, unbuttoning her blue shirt (of course) slowly, tauntingly. She arched herself into him, moaning, clinging onto his arms. He knew she was weak when it came to lovemaking and he knew that she would only last so long, but he wanted this. He needed this. He kissed her slowly, sensually and smiled slightly when she licked his lips, asking for permission, though they both knew she didn’t need to. Her arms went to his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist. He became hard, moaning as she rubbed against him. He suckled her neck, unwrapped her legs from him. Soon, he found himself pulling down her pants, oddly black, though he wasn’t surprised at the color of her panties, wet with moisture. She basically ripped his shirt off and he had to laugh at her eagerness before he told her to slow down. It was their first time, he had whispered, her first time, and he wanted it to be absolutely perfect. Her eyes glistened with love when he said that but he could tell she was hesitant about his intentions, so he kissed her one more time, putting, mustering all the love he could into that one kiss. When they were done, he was positive she knew how he truly felt, for tears had fallen down her cheeks, a smile placed firmly on her face. He heard her whisper the contraceptive spell and placed himself at her edge, breathing in deeply. He knew to wait for her ‘all clear’. He knew he could never hurt such a beautiful woman as herself. A few minutes later, she nodded her head and he pushed himself in, slow at first, letting her get used to his size. She had to adjust herself a couple of times and he didn’t mind, honestly. In fact, if it was a known fact that he was pretty much a wussy at heart, he would have stated that he could spend all night here like this, watching her like that. There was something just so satisfying about the way she looked that he didn’t want anything to change. However, no one knew of such wussiness inside of him, so he kept it there and started pushing, in and out. She scratched and clawed at his back, moaned and groaned. He bit down on her neck lightly, suckled it until he moaned in ecstasy. Pretty soon, she screamed and he screamed and then suddenly, it was all gone.
The night was black as Draco Malfoy woke up, staring to the left side of him. Her side was cold, empty for ten years now. Her side was a blue blanket, her favourite, the blue pillow and of course, the blue dolphin he gave her on their third date. He could still see her blue lips, the water in the car, her unable to get out. He just couldn’t take that anymore. She liked blue so much and even though she was gone, he knew that his wife sent him that dream. He hadn’t thought of their first night together in years, afraid that if he did, he would lose her all over again. Instead, he just saw blue, and as his old, frail heart took its last bout of blue blood, Draco thought of how blue heaven would be, how happy his wife would be and of course, if there could be a repeat of that night. After all, it wasn’t every night that someone such as Draco got to see a beautiful woman like Ginny, all dressed in blue, after ten years of being alone