elle_blessing wrote 'Closest Enemy of All' for phoenixrae
Title: Closest Enemy of All
Author: elle_blessing
Rating Teen
Possible Spoilers/Warnings: Through HBP.
Summary: She wasn't his enemy or his friend, but something different, something that made his heart jump and his body crave.
Author's Notes: JKR owns it all and she lets us play in the sandbox.
Beta:Profuse thanks go to my beta and lovely sister, dobbygrl.
"You've made no progress Draco. It is unacceptable. You are my son, a Malfoy, and I expect much more of you. The Dark Lord expects more." Lucius stood framed against the hearth in his study, the dancing light from the flames framing an imposing figure and shadowing his face.
"Yes father, I understand. I will do whatever it takes to please Him." It was far from the truth, but he didn't feel it was prudent to let his father know that. The mark on his arm burned then, as if it knew what he was thinking. He had a slight moment of panic, but schooled his face blank before he gave himself away. "I will make you proud."
"Remember my son; He knows your deepest fears and darkest secrets. Do not fail, for it would be disastrous for us all." Lucius raised a crystal goblet of brandy to his lips, and just for a moment Draco saw his father's face in the light. The expression is his eyes dark, dangerous and afraid, but then it was gone, once again hidden in the shadows. "Keep your friends close Draco, but keep your enemies closer. The way is dark ahead and we must do everything we can to ensure that the Malfoy line endures."
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The moon was full and the wind was high, whining through the nooks and crannies of the castle. As the trees swayed back and forth in the howling winds, their shadows danced across the walls seeming to grab and writhe as if they had a life of their own. Draco Malfoy silently stalked down the long, arching hallway, his cloak billowing out behind him and a deep scowl marring his fine features.
Abruptly he stopped and turned towards one of the windows looking out onto the grounds. It was just after Christmas holidays and there was still a thick layer of snow covering everything. It looked like a world of starkly contrasted slithering black movements across a glowing white canvas; just like the mark on his arm, inky blackness staining and devouring. The moon shone on the snow and the winds whipped up small funnels of glistening flakes. It was seemingly innocent and eerily beautiful, but as Draco looked out into the night he could see nothing but cold and emptiness.
He was a Death Eater, just like his father. The mark that had been burned into his skin was supposed to have been a mark of favor, a sign of power, a message of purity. But it was none of these things, and Draco was no longer foolish enough to believe that it ever had been. It was a brand of possession.
Draco lifted his hands to the sill and gripped the stone until his knuckles turned white. If something wasn't done then all would be lost to the Dark Lord's greed for power. The Malfoy heritage had to be preserved at all costs. Draco knew that no matter the outcome of Voldemort's power - elimination or victory - if something wasn't done then his family would be destroyed, sucked dry by the mad man.
Lucius was in too deep, but Draco was still on the periphery. He could still find a way to save his family. He would have to walk a fine line not to be caught by either side. But Draco was a Malfoy and Slytherin and if he was good at anything, it was subterfuge. He would do whatever he had to stay alive and keep his family in tact. He was surrounded by enemies on all sides, but his father had given him the advice he would need. Keep your friends close Draco, but keep your enemies closer.
Draco let go of the sill and watched his hands gain back their color. He gave one last look to the black and white tableau outside, turned sharply on his heel and continued down the hallway, a dark swirl of robes becoming part of the shadows until all that could be seen was the moon's reflection off of his white-blonde hair.
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The nightmare had brought back so many awful memories that Ginny had bolted from her room as quickly as possible. She was sorry now that she had not grabbed her robe because the halls of the castle were drafty, and Charlie's old Quidditch jersey did not do much to keep out the cold. It was an official Montrose Magpies uniform top that had been handed down to her when Charlie had decided that he liked Puddlemere United better. She liked it because it reminded her of a brother that she rarely ever saw, but walking around Hogwarts in a shirt that barely reached her knees in the middle of the winter was not one of her smartest ideas. At least she had put on her slippers before she'd left.
For all that it was cold, Ginny wasn't ready to go back to her room. Though her warm bed called to her, she knew that there would be no more sleep for her this night. Tom had come to call. He had slithered his way into her dream with his sweet words and seductive promises. He was her Tom again, that wonderful boy whom she had shared all her secrets with. But he had twisted into the awful monster that tried to steal away her life force and she had woken up in a cold sweat, her blankets twisted around her legs.
It was the same nightmare that she'd had since her fateful first year of school. She'd dreamt of Tom often at first, but the nightmares had mostly gone away as she'd gotten older. They had become a more frequent occurrence of late though. Hermione, Ron and Harry were off looking for Horcruxes, leaving her behind to do nothing but worry.
Just thinking of Harry made her angry though. Ginny thought that she had understood why Harry had left her. She had been expecting that it would eventually come to that point. But she had had a lot of time to think things over now and she was angry. She was angry that he had left her, that he hadn't had faith in her abilities, that he hadn't thought she would be any help. Sure, it was all supposed to be for her own good, to keep her out of danger. But what about Hermione? What about her brother, Ron? Wasn't he worried about them being in danger? No, he was just worried about little, defenseless Ginny Weasley. That's all she'd ever been to him, a china doll to keep locked away and protected.
Ginny had thought she would be able to talk to Harry about her nightmares, that he would be the one to understand. After all, he was the only other wizard out there who had ever been as intimate with Tom as she had. But it was not to be. Harry was too wrapped up in his own problems to help with hers. He still was, and that was why he was out trying to save the world and his sanity and she was here, walking the empty Hogwarts corridors in the dead of the night.
Ginny sighed and the small sound was swallowed by the dark hallway and whining winds echoing outside the castle. With a start she realized that she had wandered much farther from Gryffindor tower than she had intended. Somehow she had ended up closer to the dungeons than she had ever planned, and it was definitely not a good place for a Gryffindor to be alone.
She turned on her heel and started back down the passageway she had been walking on, traveling at a brisk pace. Being so close to the dungeons made her nervous, reminded her of the things that she had tried to get away from in her bedroom that very night. She felt the old panic welling in the pit of her stomach and knew that she had to get away from the intense darkness in the belly of the castle. With the blood pounding in her head and her heart beating in time with her welling panic, Ginny didn't hear the light footfalls from around the corner until it was too late.
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One moment Draco had been stalking down the hallway, a fine impression of Professor Snape on one of his good days, and the next he was falling back due to a small, but determined person having run into him. He'd instinctively grabbed at the person bearing him down and now had his hands full of someone who was warm and soft, though he couldn't see who it was because of the vanilla scented hair that covered his face.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" came a faint voice. She, as he had determined that this person was most definitely a girl, began to struggle to get up. However, it was somewhat difficult since her legs were twined with his, her hands were tangled in his robes and her face was nestled just under his chin. He could feel her breathing against his skin, and it wasn't entirely unpleasant.
Ginny managed to untangle one of her hands and lifted herself up enough push her hair off of her face and the face of the person she had run into, tucking it firmly behind her ear. When she looked down to see who had broken her fall she met a pair of icy, cold grey eyes that she knew all too well. She had run into and was now intimately entwined with Draco Malfoy.
"Look what we have here. A little Weasley out all alone at night, throwing herself at whatever bloke happens to come along. No wonder there's so many of you running around," Draco drawled. Ginny was ready to be completely offended, but in their compromising position she was close enough to see a twinkle of humor flash through his eyes. She had never known he had a sense of humor, though she didn't appreciate that he was having a laugh at her expense.
He had not meant to insult her, but the moment he had seen the red hair it had been second instinct. He saw her eyes narrow at his comments and then she started to squirm, trying to get up.
"Get off me!" Not only was Ginny annoyed at what Draco had said, but she had also just realized that she didn't have anything on but Charlie's Quidditch jersey and her slippers! She needed to get up and back to Gryffindor tower before he noticed and had even more ammunition to tease her with.
Draco was engulfed in a vanilla haze and he had a very warm, very feminine body pressed up against his. The fact that she was squirming all over the place, trying to untangle herself and get away did not help the tightness that was beginning to coil low inside him. He had never been very aware of the smallest Weasley except to note that she had pegged him in his fifth year with a very powerful Bat Bogey hex and that she had been Potter's girl the last year. She had seemed inconsequential, and he had been pretty preoccupied with his own problems. But with her lying atop him, fitting just right and smelling better than she had any right to he wondered how he could not have noticed.
"Weasley, quit acting like you've been wronged somehow. Your family breeds like rabbits and you are on top of me. It seemed logical that that might be why there are so many of you. And would you stop squirming around; unless of course you really are intending to ravage me, because as much as I am loathe to admit it, tasting you is sounding like a better idea every time you move." Draco was somewhat surprised to find that he actually meant it. He had never thought that red hair and freckles were attractive, but hers was a deep blood-red that complemented her rosy complexion and the light dusting of freckles across her nose.
Ginny stilled instantly at his words and again met his icy grey eyes. She quickly scanned his face and noticed two things. First was that he looked serious about what he had just said, and second was that he was much more good-looking than she'd ever thought, especially with his hair all mussed up. She was startled by both realizations, and couldn't help when her eyes moved to his mouth which was surprisingly full for a boy. In that moment she wanted to kiss him, and the very thought shocked her out her lazy perusal.
"Fine, I'm not moving. Lets just get untangled and then we can both be on our way. You can go be dark and twisty and whatever it is that you do, and I'll..."
However, before she could finish, Draco grabbed her firmly around her waist, rolled them over and quickly stood up. It happened so fast that Ginny didn't quite manage to catch her footing. She instinctively grabbed at him to try and regain her balance, but caused him to stumble until his back hit the wall. Ginny was hopelessly tangled in his robe and had somehow ended up wrapped in his arms as well.
He could feel the heat of her body through the shirt she wore and when she looked up at him, disoriented from his abrupt movements, he would be unable to explain later what he did next. Ever since the nymph had run into him, he'd wanted to wrap himself up in her vanilla warmth, to taste her. With her nestled snuggly in his arms, her face turned up to his and lips slightly parted, he did the only think he could thing of in that moment. He kissed her.
She didn't respond at first and just as he was about to pull away, she buried her hands in his robe and pulled him closer. The kiss was slow, exploring, and languorous. Then she opened her mouth to him, hesitantly brushing her tongue across his lip. He took the invitation offered and plundered her mouth, nipping at her bottom lip. He felt a shiver run through her body and he moved his hands from waist to hips, abruptly pulling her body flush with his so that they were in contact from chest to thigh.
Ginny hadn't meant to kiss him back. She hadn't seen it coming, had never thought that Draco Malfoy would ever try to kiss her and so when he did, she was entirely unprepared. She'd been surprised at first, but his lips were so soft against hers, his hands gently resting at her waist. She didn't know why she'd responded to his kiss, but the moment she did he delved into her mouth, burning her up from the inside out. When he pulled her against him, every part of her body that touched his felt electrified and the burning heat spread out, filling her up.
She was breathing heavily, soft noise coming from her throat when he nipped here, squeezed there. Draco could never remember being so aroused. She was reckless abandon, not calculated touches and studied sighs like the Slytherin girls that he had been with before. He began to place small kissed down her jaw and she dropped her head back slightly, allowing him better access. The Quidditch jersey was too big for her and hung slightly off one shoulder. When he came to the juncture of shoulder and neck, he buried his face against the heat of her skin. The vanilla scent was strong and he drank it in. He rubbed his cheek against her neck and then bit lightly. Another shiver ran through her body and into his, and he began to alternately kiss, nip and soothe at spots along her neck and shoulder.
It had never been like this with any of the other boys. Ginny was filled with an almost mindless urge to consume and be consumed by the heat that was generated between her and Draco. He was doing unbelievable things to her neck, but she needed his lips against hers. She uncurled her hands from his robe and ran them up and around his neck. His skin was hot and she buried her fingers in his hair. She gently scratched at his scalp and he responded by raking his teeth against the skin of her neck. She pulled up and he let her until they were once again kissing, hot, feverish and wet. He quickly turned so that her back was now against the wall and pressed his body into hers.
Draco began to run his hands up and down her sides, quickly discovering that the jersey she wore didn't cover very much when his fingers ran across the hot smooth skin of her thigh. However, before he could explore further a loud bang echoed down the hall and they both stilled, only their heartbeats racing against each other. Peeves could be heard, merrily chuckling to himself about whatever damage he had wrought.
They had to get out of the open hallway before Peeves spotted them or Filch came along. Draco quickly untangled his robe from their bodies, grabbed her hand and began pulling her down the hallway. He ducked into the first alcove he came across and pulled her with him behind the statue that stood there.
Ginny was breathless from running down the hall, and now that her head had cleared a bit she was shocked by what she had just done. She had kissed, more than kissed, Draco Malfoy! He was going to make her life miserable for this. She had to get out and away as quickly as possible, but he was blocking her way, shielding her from the hallway. She could feel the panic start to rise up when she realized that he was still holding her hand. She looked down, perplexed by the sight of his long elegant fingers wrapped around her small, freckled ones.
"This can't happen," she said, her eyes focused on their intertwined hands. She raised her eyes slowly up to his, searching his face. What she saw there was unmasked hunger and focused calculation. She had never had anyone look at her with such intent and it made the butterflies dance through her stomach.
Draco didn't say anything, instead raising up his other hand and cupping her cheek. He slid his hand into her hair, angling her head back and gently kissed her. She yielded, sighing against his mouth and he knew that it would happen.
His attraction to Ginny was unexpected. The mark on his arm was a physical sign of how wrong it was for him to covet her. But he did hunger for her, for the unrestrained way in which she responded to him. She would fit into his plans. He would make her fit. He needed support from her side after all, and what better way to gain their trust than if he had their very own princess usher him in. She wasn't his enemy or his friend, but something different, something that made his heart jump and his body crave. He would keep her closest of all.
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Author's Note: The person who requested this fic asked that it have "a song that will eventually become their theme song explaining the evolvement of their relationship from beginning to end." I had Something I Can Never Have by Flyleaf in mind when writing this. It's yearning and hopeless and full of passionate emotion. Here's the lyrics:
**Disclaimer: I am not taking credit for writing this song. It's really best if Nine Inch Nails and Flyleaf keep it to themselves
I still recall the taste of your tears
Echoing your voice just like the ringing in my ear
My favorite dreams of you still wash ashore
Scraping through my head 'til I don't want to sleep anymore
You make this all go away
You make this all go away
I just want something
I just want something I can never have
You always were the one to show me how
Back then I couldn't do the things that I can do now
This thing is slowly taking me apart
Grey would be the color if I had a heart
Come on tell me
You'll make this all go away
You'll make this all go away
I'm down to just one thing
And I'm starting to scare myself
You'll make this all go away
You'll make this all go away
I just want something
I just want something I can never have
In this place it seems like much a shame
Though it all looks different now
I know it's still the same
And everywhere I look you're all I see
Just a fading reminder of who I use to be
Come on tell me
You'll make this all go away
You'll make this all go away
I'm down to just one thing
And I'm starting to scare myself
You'll make this all go away
You'll make this all go away
I just want something
I just want something I can never have
I just want something I can never have
**If you want a copy of the song, just let me know in the comments :)
ORIGINAL REQUEST:
BRIEFLY describe what you'd like to receive: something with a bit of drama/angst -- nothing too cliched, be creative and surprise me.
The tone/mood of the fic: drama/romance with homour
A Theme/element/line of dialogue/object you want in your fic: a song that will eventually become their theme song explaining the evolvement of their relationship from beginning to end
Canon or AU? Either, I'm not picky
Rating of the the fic you want: PG-13 & Up
Deal Breakers (what don't you want?): Dom/BDSM/Rape
Author: elle_blessing
Rating Teen
Possible Spoilers/Warnings: Through HBP.
Summary: She wasn't his enemy or his friend, but something different, something that made his heart jump and his body crave.
Author's Notes: JKR owns it all and she lets us play in the sandbox.
Beta:Profuse thanks go to my beta and lovely sister, dobbygrl.
"You've made no progress Draco. It is unacceptable. You are my son, a Malfoy, and I expect much more of you. The Dark Lord expects more." Lucius stood framed against the hearth in his study, the dancing light from the flames framing an imposing figure and shadowing his face.
"Yes father, I understand. I will do whatever it takes to please Him." It was far from the truth, but he didn't feel it was prudent to let his father know that. The mark on his arm burned then, as if it knew what he was thinking. He had a slight moment of panic, but schooled his face blank before he gave himself away. "I will make you proud."
"Remember my son; He knows your deepest fears and darkest secrets. Do not fail, for it would be disastrous for us all." Lucius raised a crystal goblet of brandy to his lips, and just for a moment Draco saw his father's face in the light. The expression is his eyes dark, dangerous and afraid, but then it was gone, once again hidden in the shadows. "Keep your friends close Draco, but keep your enemies closer. The way is dark ahead and we must do everything we can to ensure that the Malfoy line endures."
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The moon was full and the wind was high, whining through the nooks and crannies of the castle. As the trees swayed back and forth in the howling winds, their shadows danced across the walls seeming to grab and writhe as if they had a life of their own. Draco Malfoy silently stalked down the long, arching hallway, his cloak billowing out behind him and a deep scowl marring his fine features.
Abruptly he stopped and turned towards one of the windows looking out onto the grounds. It was just after Christmas holidays and there was still a thick layer of snow covering everything. It looked like a world of starkly contrasted slithering black movements across a glowing white canvas; just like the mark on his arm, inky blackness staining and devouring. The moon shone on the snow and the winds whipped up small funnels of glistening flakes. It was seemingly innocent and eerily beautiful, but as Draco looked out into the night he could see nothing but cold and emptiness.
He was a Death Eater, just like his father. The mark that had been burned into his skin was supposed to have been a mark of favor, a sign of power, a message of purity. But it was none of these things, and Draco was no longer foolish enough to believe that it ever had been. It was a brand of possession.
Draco lifted his hands to the sill and gripped the stone until his knuckles turned white. If something wasn't done then all would be lost to the Dark Lord's greed for power. The Malfoy heritage had to be preserved at all costs. Draco knew that no matter the outcome of Voldemort's power - elimination or victory - if something wasn't done then his family would be destroyed, sucked dry by the mad man.
Lucius was in too deep, but Draco was still on the periphery. He could still find a way to save his family. He would have to walk a fine line not to be caught by either side. But Draco was a Malfoy and Slytherin and if he was good at anything, it was subterfuge. He would do whatever he had to stay alive and keep his family in tact. He was surrounded by enemies on all sides, but his father had given him the advice he would need. Keep your friends close Draco, but keep your enemies closer.
Draco let go of the sill and watched his hands gain back their color. He gave one last look to the black and white tableau outside, turned sharply on his heel and continued down the hallway, a dark swirl of robes becoming part of the shadows until all that could be seen was the moon's reflection off of his white-blonde hair.
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The nightmare had brought back so many awful memories that Ginny had bolted from her room as quickly as possible. She was sorry now that she had not grabbed her robe because the halls of the castle were drafty, and Charlie's old Quidditch jersey did not do much to keep out the cold. It was an official Montrose Magpies uniform top that had been handed down to her when Charlie had decided that he liked Puddlemere United better. She liked it because it reminded her of a brother that she rarely ever saw, but walking around Hogwarts in a shirt that barely reached her knees in the middle of the winter was not one of her smartest ideas. At least she had put on her slippers before she'd left.
For all that it was cold, Ginny wasn't ready to go back to her room. Though her warm bed called to her, she knew that there would be no more sleep for her this night. Tom had come to call. He had slithered his way into her dream with his sweet words and seductive promises. He was her Tom again, that wonderful boy whom she had shared all her secrets with. But he had twisted into the awful monster that tried to steal away her life force and she had woken up in a cold sweat, her blankets twisted around her legs.
It was the same nightmare that she'd had since her fateful first year of school. She'd dreamt of Tom often at first, but the nightmares had mostly gone away as she'd gotten older. They had become a more frequent occurrence of late though. Hermione, Ron and Harry were off looking for Horcruxes, leaving her behind to do nothing but worry.
Just thinking of Harry made her angry though. Ginny thought that she had understood why Harry had left her. She had been expecting that it would eventually come to that point. But she had had a lot of time to think things over now and she was angry. She was angry that he had left her, that he hadn't had faith in her abilities, that he hadn't thought she would be any help. Sure, it was all supposed to be for her own good, to keep her out of danger. But what about Hermione? What about her brother, Ron? Wasn't he worried about them being in danger? No, he was just worried about little, defenseless Ginny Weasley. That's all she'd ever been to him, a china doll to keep locked away and protected.
Ginny had thought she would be able to talk to Harry about her nightmares, that he would be the one to understand. After all, he was the only other wizard out there who had ever been as intimate with Tom as she had. But it was not to be. Harry was too wrapped up in his own problems to help with hers. He still was, and that was why he was out trying to save the world and his sanity and she was here, walking the empty Hogwarts corridors in the dead of the night.
Ginny sighed and the small sound was swallowed by the dark hallway and whining winds echoing outside the castle. With a start she realized that she had wandered much farther from Gryffindor tower than she had intended. Somehow she had ended up closer to the dungeons than she had ever planned, and it was definitely not a good place for a Gryffindor to be alone.
She turned on her heel and started back down the passageway she had been walking on, traveling at a brisk pace. Being so close to the dungeons made her nervous, reminded her of the things that she had tried to get away from in her bedroom that very night. She felt the old panic welling in the pit of her stomach and knew that she had to get away from the intense darkness in the belly of the castle. With the blood pounding in her head and her heart beating in time with her welling panic, Ginny didn't hear the light footfalls from around the corner until it was too late.
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One moment Draco had been stalking down the hallway, a fine impression of Professor Snape on one of his good days, and the next he was falling back due to a small, but determined person having run into him. He'd instinctively grabbed at the person bearing him down and now had his hands full of someone who was warm and soft, though he couldn't see who it was because of the vanilla scented hair that covered his face.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" came a faint voice. She, as he had determined that this person was most definitely a girl, began to struggle to get up. However, it was somewhat difficult since her legs were twined with his, her hands were tangled in his robes and her face was nestled just under his chin. He could feel her breathing against his skin, and it wasn't entirely unpleasant.
Ginny managed to untangle one of her hands and lifted herself up enough push her hair off of her face and the face of the person she had run into, tucking it firmly behind her ear. When she looked down to see who had broken her fall she met a pair of icy, cold grey eyes that she knew all too well. She had run into and was now intimately entwined with Draco Malfoy.
"Look what we have here. A little Weasley out all alone at night, throwing herself at whatever bloke happens to come along. No wonder there's so many of you running around," Draco drawled. Ginny was ready to be completely offended, but in their compromising position she was close enough to see a twinkle of humor flash through his eyes. She had never known he had a sense of humor, though she didn't appreciate that he was having a laugh at her expense.
He had not meant to insult her, but the moment he had seen the red hair it had been second instinct. He saw her eyes narrow at his comments and then she started to squirm, trying to get up.
"Get off me!" Not only was Ginny annoyed at what Draco had said, but she had also just realized that she didn't have anything on but Charlie's Quidditch jersey and her slippers! She needed to get up and back to Gryffindor tower before he noticed and had even more ammunition to tease her with.
Draco was engulfed in a vanilla haze and he had a very warm, very feminine body pressed up against his. The fact that she was squirming all over the place, trying to untangle herself and get away did not help the tightness that was beginning to coil low inside him. He had never been very aware of the smallest Weasley except to note that she had pegged him in his fifth year with a very powerful Bat Bogey hex and that she had been Potter's girl the last year. She had seemed inconsequential, and he had been pretty preoccupied with his own problems. But with her lying atop him, fitting just right and smelling better than she had any right to he wondered how he could not have noticed.
"Weasley, quit acting like you've been wronged somehow. Your family breeds like rabbits and you are on top of me. It seemed logical that that might be why there are so many of you. And would you stop squirming around; unless of course you really are intending to ravage me, because as much as I am loathe to admit it, tasting you is sounding like a better idea every time you move." Draco was somewhat surprised to find that he actually meant it. He had never thought that red hair and freckles were attractive, but hers was a deep blood-red that complemented her rosy complexion and the light dusting of freckles across her nose.
Ginny stilled instantly at his words and again met his icy grey eyes. She quickly scanned his face and noticed two things. First was that he looked serious about what he had just said, and second was that he was much more good-looking than she'd ever thought, especially with his hair all mussed up. She was startled by both realizations, and couldn't help when her eyes moved to his mouth which was surprisingly full for a boy. In that moment she wanted to kiss him, and the very thought shocked her out her lazy perusal.
"Fine, I'm not moving. Lets just get untangled and then we can both be on our way. You can go be dark and twisty and whatever it is that you do, and I'll..."
However, before she could finish, Draco grabbed her firmly around her waist, rolled them over and quickly stood up. It happened so fast that Ginny didn't quite manage to catch her footing. She instinctively grabbed at him to try and regain her balance, but caused him to stumble until his back hit the wall. Ginny was hopelessly tangled in his robe and had somehow ended up wrapped in his arms as well.
He could feel the heat of her body through the shirt she wore and when she looked up at him, disoriented from his abrupt movements, he would be unable to explain later what he did next. Ever since the nymph had run into him, he'd wanted to wrap himself up in her vanilla warmth, to taste her. With her nestled snuggly in his arms, her face turned up to his and lips slightly parted, he did the only think he could thing of in that moment. He kissed her.
She didn't respond at first and just as he was about to pull away, she buried her hands in his robe and pulled him closer. The kiss was slow, exploring, and languorous. Then she opened her mouth to him, hesitantly brushing her tongue across his lip. He took the invitation offered and plundered her mouth, nipping at her bottom lip. He felt a shiver run through her body and he moved his hands from waist to hips, abruptly pulling her body flush with his so that they were in contact from chest to thigh.
Ginny hadn't meant to kiss him back. She hadn't seen it coming, had never thought that Draco Malfoy would ever try to kiss her and so when he did, she was entirely unprepared. She'd been surprised at first, but his lips were so soft against hers, his hands gently resting at her waist. She didn't know why she'd responded to his kiss, but the moment she did he delved into her mouth, burning her up from the inside out. When he pulled her against him, every part of her body that touched his felt electrified and the burning heat spread out, filling her up.
She was breathing heavily, soft noise coming from her throat when he nipped here, squeezed there. Draco could never remember being so aroused. She was reckless abandon, not calculated touches and studied sighs like the Slytherin girls that he had been with before. He began to place small kissed down her jaw and she dropped her head back slightly, allowing him better access. The Quidditch jersey was too big for her and hung slightly off one shoulder. When he came to the juncture of shoulder and neck, he buried his face against the heat of her skin. The vanilla scent was strong and he drank it in. He rubbed his cheek against her neck and then bit lightly. Another shiver ran through her body and into his, and he began to alternately kiss, nip and soothe at spots along her neck and shoulder.
It had never been like this with any of the other boys. Ginny was filled with an almost mindless urge to consume and be consumed by the heat that was generated between her and Draco. He was doing unbelievable things to her neck, but she needed his lips against hers. She uncurled her hands from his robe and ran them up and around his neck. His skin was hot and she buried her fingers in his hair. She gently scratched at his scalp and he responded by raking his teeth against the skin of her neck. She pulled up and he let her until they were once again kissing, hot, feverish and wet. He quickly turned so that her back was now against the wall and pressed his body into hers.
Draco began to run his hands up and down her sides, quickly discovering that the jersey she wore didn't cover very much when his fingers ran across the hot smooth skin of her thigh. However, before he could explore further a loud bang echoed down the hall and they both stilled, only their heartbeats racing against each other. Peeves could be heard, merrily chuckling to himself about whatever damage he had wrought.
They had to get out of the open hallway before Peeves spotted them or Filch came along. Draco quickly untangled his robe from their bodies, grabbed her hand and began pulling her down the hallway. He ducked into the first alcove he came across and pulled her with him behind the statue that stood there.
Ginny was breathless from running down the hall, and now that her head had cleared a bit she was shocked by what she had just done. She had kissed, more than kissed, Draco Malfoy! He was going to make her life miserable for this. She had to get out and away as quickly as possible, but he was blocking her way, shielding her from the hallway. She could feel the panic start to rise up when she realized that he was still holding her hand. She looked down, perplexed by the sight of his long elegant fingers wrapped around her small, freckled ones.
"This can't happen," she said, her eyes focused on their intertwined hands. She raised her eyes slowly up to his, searching his face. What she saw there was unmasked hunger and focused calculation. She had never had anyone look at her with such intent and it made the butterflies dance through her stomach.
Draco didn't say anything, instead raising up his other hand and cupping her cheek. He slid his hand into her hair, angling her head back and gently kissed her. She yielded, sighing against his mouth and he knew that it would happen.
His attraction to Ginny was unexpected. The mark on his arm was a physical sign of how wrong it was for him to covet her. But he did hunger for her, for the unrestrained way in which she responded to him. She would fit into his plans. He would make her fit. He needed support from her side after all, and what better way to gain their trust than if he had their very own princess usher him in. She wasn't his enemy or his friend, but something different, something that made his heart jump and his body crave. He would keep her closest of all.
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Author's Note: The person who requested this fic asked that it have "a song that will eventually become their theme song explaining the evolvement of their relationship from beginning to end." I had Something I Can Never Have by Flyleaf in mind when writing this. It's yearning and hopeless and full of passionate emotion. Here's the lyrics:
**Disclaimer: I am not taking credit for writing this song. It's really best if Nine Inch Nails and Flyleaf keep it to themselves
I still recall the taste of your tears
Echoing your voice just like the ringing in my ear
My favorite dreams of you still wash ashore
Scraping through my head 'til I don't want to sleep anymore
You make this all go away
You make this all go away
I just want something
I just want something I can never have
You always were the one to show me how
Back then I couldn't do the things that I can do now
This thing is slowly taking me apart
Grey would be the color if I had a heart
Come on tell me
You'll make this all go away
You'll make this all go away
I'm down to just one thing
And I'm starting to scare myself
You'll make this all go away
You'll make this all go away
I just want something
I just want something I can never have
In this place it seems like much a shame
Though it all looks different now
I know it's still the same
And everywhere I look you're all I see
Just a fading reminder of who I use to be
Come on tell me
You'll make this all go away
You'll make this all go away
I'm down to just one thing
And I'm starting to scare myself
You'll make this all go away
You'll make this all go away
I just want something
I just want something I can never have
I just want something I can never have
**If you want a copy of the song, just let me know in the comments :)
ORIGINAL REQUEST:
BRIEFLY describe what you'd like to receive: something with a bit of drama/angst -- nothing too cliched, be creative and surprise me.
The tone/mood of the fic: drama/romance with homour
A Theme/element/line of dialogue/object you want in your fic: a song that will eventually become their theme song explaining the evolvement of their relationship from beginning to end
Canon or AU? Either, I'm not picky
Rating of the the fic you want: PG-13 & Up
Deal Breakers (what don't you want?): Dom/BDSM/Rape