A/N: Hey guys! This is my first fic under my new name, so let me know
what you think. Also, I know there aren't any bells at Hogwarts, so no
need to point that out. I don't mind criticism, but please, if you don't
like my story, tell me why, so maybe I can make some changes so it will
better suit your liking.
A/N: Also, in case you were wondering, Draco is in his seventh year and Ginny her sixth. Let me know if you have any questions, so I can make stuff clearer, kay?
A/N: There CC, I changed it. Okay? No more huskiness!!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. I am simply borrowing them for the purposes of telling a story. Yada, yada, yada, etc.
She darted around corner after corner as she frantically ran towards the dungeons. She knew she had about a minute to get there, or else she would receive detention, again.
50 seconds. She darted down the staircase, taking the stairs two or even three at a time.
40 seconds. Gulping down breaths of air, she raced through the empty hallways.
30 seconds. "I am going to make it," she told herself. "I am going to make it!"
20 seconds. Around the corner. Down the corridor.
15 seconds. Another corner. Through a set of doors.
10 seconds. Down another hallway.
9...8...7...Round the corner. One left.
6...5...4..."I am going to make it!"
3...2...BOOM! As she rounded the last corner, she ran smack into something very large, and very solid. As she fell, she was faintly aware of the sound of a bell ringing. Then she heard a loud smack, registered pain, and then nothing.
As she came to, she was aware of two things: 1) someone was carrying her, arms under her knees and neck and 2) that someone was definitely male, as evidenced by the strong muscles she could feel in said chest and arms, even through his robes. As she struggled to open her eyes, she heard him muttering to himself and froze. No. It couldn't be. Could it?
"Stupid girl...figures she would knock herself out...how dumb...Weasley, of course she is..." and so on and so fourth. She dared a peak, and the glimpse of his platinum blond hair was enough to send a shiver down her spine. She was in the arms of none other than Draco Malfoy.
Pretending she was just coming to, she groaned and clutched her head with one hand, the other shielding her eyes from the harsh light of the corridor. Groggily (no need to fake that), she asked, "What's going on? Where am I?"
"You went and knocked yourself out," came the sneering voice of her worst enemy.
"Gee, really?" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Tell me something I don't know."
"Hmm...where should I start?" he retorted, his voice equally filled with sarcasm.
"Oh shove it Malfoy! And for Merlin's sake, put me down! I'm not a child!" He sneered, but placed her on her feet anyway. The second her feet touched the floor, she felt the blood rush to her head as her knees buckled under her. She would have it the floor yet again, had Malfoy not been so quick on his feet, and for the second time in a matter of minutes, she found herself in the arms of Draco Malfoy, although it wasn't entirely unpleasant this time.
"Mmm...he really does have nice muscles," she thought to herself as she got another feel. "I wonder how often he works out. Wait! This is Draco Malfoy I'm thinking about! Ugh, what is wrong with me?"
"Let go of me Malfoy!" she said with what she hoped sounded like her usual pissed-at-Malfoy voice.
"As you wish," he said, although she would have sworn there was a trace of huskiness to his voice. He let go of her, and while she was still a tad dizzy, she was determined not to fall again, lest she make an even bigger fool of herself in front of Malfoy. She closed her eyes for several seconds in the hopes of easing her dizziness.
"Are you okay?"
Her eyes snapped open and she stared at him in shock. Surely Draco Malfoy was not concerned for her wellbeing? Draco Malfoy wasn't concerned about anyone save himself.
"As if you actually care," she snapped.
"For your information, Virginia, I do care. I'm not as cold as everyone makes me out to be." There it was again. That slight rasping in his voice.
'I'll be sure to make a note of it," she said dryly, although this entire conversation was beginning to unnerve her. Since when did Draco Malfoy say anything to her that wasn't an insult about her family or her hair? Furthermore, since when did he start caring for her?
"So you're just like everyone else then?" he asked, bitterness taking over his tone. "You think I'm just some cold, evil human being, void of any emotions?"
"No, what I think is that you're a slimy little git who takes an immense pleasure in torturing my entire family. And are you sure you're not the one who hit their head?"
He didn't respond. Keeping his gaze steady with hers, he took a step close, and then another until he was standing no more than a hairsbreadth away from her. Determined not to back down, she stared straight in his gray eyes, which had turned almost black at this point. She could literally feel the heat radiating off his body he was so close.
"Is that so?" he said, his voice very low and throaty now. "Well let me tell you something Virginia Weasley."
"Oh yeah? What would that be?" she said, not exactly sure what to expect next.
"You're wrong," he said simply. And then he kissed her.
A/N: Also, in case you were wondering, Draco is in his seventh year and Ginny her sixth. Let me know if you have any questions, so I can make stuff clearer, kay?
A/N: There CC, I changed it. Okay? No more huskiness!!
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. I am simply borrowing them for the purposes of telling a story. Yada, yada, yada, etc.
She darted around corner after corner as she frantically ran towards the dungeons. She knew she had about a minute to get there, or else she would receive detention, again.
50 seconds. She darted down the staircase, taking the stairs two or even three at a time.
40 seconds. Gulping down breaths of air, she raced through the empty hallways.
30 seconds. "I am going to make it," she told herself. "I am going to make it!"
20 seconds. Around the corner. Down the corridor.
15 seconds. Another corner. Through a set of doors.
10 seconds. Down another hallway.
9...8...7...Round the corner. One left.
6...5...4..."I am going to make it!"
3...2...BOOM! As she rounded the last corner, she ran smack into something very large, and very solid. As she fell, she was faintly aware of the sound of a bell ringing. Then she heard a loud smack, registered pain, and then nothing.
As she came to, she was aware of two things: 1) someone was carrying her, arms under her knees and neck and 2) that someone was definitely male, as evidenced by the strong muscles she could feel in said chest and arms, even through his robes. As she struggled to open her eyes, she heard him muttering to himself and froze. No. It couldn't be. Could it?
"Stupid girl...figures she would knock herself out...how dumb...Weasley, of course she is..." and so on and so fourth. She dared a peak, and the glimpse of his platinum blond hair was enough to send a shiver down her spine. She was in the arms of none other than Draco Malfoy.
Pretending she was just coming to, she groaned and clutched her head with one hand, the other shielding her eyes from the harsh light of the corridor. Groggily (no need to fake that), she asked, "What's going on? Where am I?"
"You went and knocked yourself out," came the sneering voice of her worst enemy.
"Gee, really?" she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Tell me something I don't know."
"Hmm...where should I start?" he retorted, his voice equally filled with sarcasm.
"Oh shove it Malfoy! And for Merlin's sake, put me down! I'm not a child!" He sneered, but placed her on her feet anyway. The second her feet touched the floor, she felt the blood rush to her head as her knees buckled under her. She would have it the floor yet again, had Malfoy not been so quick on his feet, and for the second time in a matter of minutes, she found herself in the arms of Draco Malfoy, although it wasn't entirely unpleasant this time.
"Mmm...he really does have nice muscles," she thought to herself as she got another feel. "I wonder how often he works out. Wait! This is Draco Malfoy I'm thinking about! Ugh, what is wrong with me?"
"Let go of me Malfoy!" she said with what she hoped sounded like her usual pissed-at-Malfoy voice.
"As you wish," he said, although she would have sworn there was a trace of huskiness to his voice. He let go of her, and while she was still a tad dizzy, she was determined not to fall again, lest she make an even bigger fool of herself in front of Malfoy. She closed her eyes for several seconds in the hopes of easing her dizziness.
"Are you okay?"
Her eyes snapped open and she stared at him in shock. Surely Draco Malfoy was not concerned for her wellbeing? Draco Malfoy wasn't concerned about anyone save himself.
"As if you actually care," she snapped.
"For your information, Virginia, I do care. I'm not as cold as everyone makes me out to be." There it was again. That slight rasping in his voice.
'I'll be sure to make a note of it," she said dryly, although this entire conversation was beginning to unnerve her. Since when did Draco Malfoy say anything to her that wasn't an insult about her family or her hair? Furthermore, since when did he start caring for her?
"So you're just like everyone else then?" he asked, bitterness taking over his tone. "You think I'm just some cold, evil human being, void of any emotions?"
"No, what I think is that you're a slimy little git who takes an immense pleasure in torturing my entire family. And are you sure you're not the one who hit their head?"
He didn't respond. Keeping his gaze steady with hers, he took a step close, and then another until he was standing no more than a hairsbreadth away from her. Determined not to back down, she stared straight in his gray eyes, which had turned almost black at this point. She could literally feel the heat radiating off his body he was so close.
"Is that so?" he said, his voice very low and throaty now. "Well let me tell you something Virginia Weasley."
"Oh yeah? What would that be?" she said, not exactly sure what to expect next.
"You're wrong," he said simply. And then he kissed her.