Touch

Oct. 17th, 2003 09:56 pm
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[Het] [Harry Potter] [Draco/Ginny] [PG for the descriptive kissing]



Touch


"Ginny Weasley, are you out of your mind? You... you and Malfoy? Ginny, what are you thinking?!"

"He's not bad, Ron. He's... he's amazing." Ginny pleaded, in the face of her brother's bewilderment. It could only get worse once he finally let the realization sink in, she knew.

She'd heard the same thing from her mother, in a more violent, upsetting way - "MALFOY! Virginia Weasley, snap out of it! Don't you *dare* socialize with that boy, or I shall have a few things to say about it!"

And her father. "That is very wrong, Ginny. Very wrong, indeed. What would your grandmamma say?"

Then Bill and Charlie. "He's bad news, that Malfoy kid. Watch your back, Gin."

And Percy. "I would advise against it, Ginny. Malfoy's broken at least 200 rules already! Why, just the other day..."

Not forgetting Fred and George's "Pee-you!" before they had promptly stalked off, noses in the air, and ignored her for three weeks.

And now Ron.

Ginny felt ready to cry.

"But Ron..."

"No, Gin, let me think. I don't like Malfoy, and I don't like that you're with him!"

Ginny went away, her heart aching as she tried to hold her tears in. She had to see Draco, she *had* to.

And it was as though he had heard her call to him, because he appeared in a flash.

"Not happy about it, were they?" his voice was quiet as he reached out to hold her.

"No," she sobbed, the tears falling at last. "No, they hate the idea, and I don't understand why! I love you, Draco!"

His lips brushed her forehead. "I love you, too. But give them some time to accept it. They'll come round."

Ginny let herself go lax in Draco's arms as his lips claimed hers. He backed her up, not roughly, against the wall, the only thing steadying her being the delicious pressure of his body. His lips continued their assault, and she slipped her hands into his hair, responding with just as much, if not more, enthusiasm.

Their mouths met and clashed in an explosion of colour, purple and white dotting the black behind her closed eyelids. Want, need and desire made them weak for more, and her hands slipped down to fist his shirt, pulling him closer.

Closer, closer, but oh god, not close enough.

Finally, they broke apart to breathe, panting, lips painfully bruised. Draco rested his forehead against hers, still keeping her close.

And maybe this is wrong. Maybe this is all a sin, all a mistake. Maybe being in his arms should scare the hell out of me. But this feels right. It feels incredibly right.

So when his lips claimed hers again, she surrendered herself to his touch, and put all thoughts out of her mind.

Well, except for one.

Draco is an amazing kisser.

Her family could come later.


-fin-

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