Disclaimer: (oops...forgot this part!! I blame it on working from 9am-3am the next morning all week!) THIS IS NOT MINE!! Well...the plot is, but all the characters in it belong to JK Rowling. Not me.
A/N: Just written quickly cos it was buzzing round in my head and stopping me from sleeping. It's not great, but I hope it's acceptable. Remember to R&R and I will love you forever! =)
*~* Puddles *~*
Merlin she was beautiful.
There was just something about her that drew his gaze whenever she was around. Something that he’d never noticed before.
He watched her talking to her friends, laughing happily, making her eyes sparkle.
Those eyes. Chocolate brown and so expressive. One look from them was enough to make him melt into a gooey puddle on the floor. Not that he would ever admit that he’d even thought about turning into a puddle. It was unheard of in his family, with his status in the wizarding world.
She gave a flick of her hair as she continued talking animatedly.
How he’d love to run his fingers through the silky strands, to see it all messed up and sweaty in the morning after spending the night together. The way it shined as it moved and swung around her shoulders was mesmerizing. Somehow she’d managed to make that fiery mane so much more appealing than those of her numerous brothers. Although that might have something to do with him not really swinging that kinda way when it came to guys.
She brought a delicate hand up to sweep back some hair behind her ears giving him a better view of her face.
Her nose had a slight curve to it that gave her an added cute factor. He’d not noticed that before. It really was quite endearing. Not to mention her freckles. They were sprinkled over her nose and along the tops of her cheeks. How he longed to discover if she had freckles anywhere else, to give a kiss to each one. Funny really, considering how he’d sneered at her brother’s when they’d first met. But she just really seemed to suit them; he couldn’t imagine her not having them.
Potter turned up with the rest of the Golden Trio in tow like faithful puppies. She blushed slightly at his greeting to her, obviously she was still taken with Scarhead. But Merlin if she didn’t look pretty with a pink tinge to her cheeks, bringing out the creamy colour of the rest of her skin.
Scarhead’s eyes flicked over to where he was quietly observing the youngest Weasel and they narrowed.
‘Oh boy, here we go,’ he thought, mentally rolling his eyes as Potter said something to the puppies and they all turned, eyes narrowing as they spotted him.
As one, they moved towards him, like a pack of lions stalking their prey. Maybe ‘lions’ was a bit too impressive for this group. Perhaps pack of hyenas was more fitting. Yes, hyenas seemed to suit them as they walked to his corner. However, he couldn’t help but notice how Ginny’s hips swung gently as she moved gracefully, how she had grown a few more curves over the summer so that now she was a woman, not a girl. And she was an exquisite one at that.
He put on his trademark scowl, crossing his ankles and arms as he leaned nonchalantly against the wall.
Finally they reached him and stopped a few paces away. He raised an eyebrow when none of them said anything.
“So, just decided to come stare at me, Scarhead?”
Potter flushed pink at the nickname. He smirked, pleased that the name still caused a reaction from the boywonder
Wow, he had a way with words. Sometimes he wondered if Potter could actually string a sentence together. He raised an eyebrow again, in silent question.
“Why are you staring at Ginny, eh?”
It was Ron who blurted it out, so he turned to face the redhead, who happened to be red-faced as well right now. He said nothing in reply. No use in answering that question, although it may have some amusement value seeing if the Weasel could turn a brighter shade of red. He weighed up the idea of telling them the truth.
“We know you were, Malfoy,” Potter spat out his name.
“Do you now?” Draco stared coolly at him.
Again with the eloquence.
Finally Draco made up his mind. Letting out a dramatic sigh, he spoke in a flat voice, hoping to hide the truth in the sarcasm. He added a smirk for extra caution “Well, if you must know, Potter, I find the youngest Weasel here rather attractive with her red hair, freckles and hand-me-down robes,” which, now he looked at them were actually quite fetching on her. They highlighted her curves rather nicely. He forced himself to look away from her, placing a sneer on his lips and turned to the now beetroot face of her brother. He was right; it was amusing to watch the colour flood right up to the tips of his eyes. He smirked even more at the display.
“You stay away from my sister, Malfoy!”
“Or what?” He replied coolly, not the least bit scared of what Weasley might do to him.
“Or his sister might do something stupid.”
He turned to Ginny in shock, although the only indication of his astonishment was the slight raising on both eyebrows, barely visible to anyone who didn’t know him well. She’d been quiet up until this point, watching his performance seemingly indifferently.
Grey eyes met brown and he could see she was trying to work him out. She cocked her head slightly to the side, and he knew she’d see it in his eyes but he couldn’t tear them away from her gaze.
Her lips turned up slightly and Draco just stared at her, confused as to why she hadn’t hexed him already.
The mudblood was obviously thinking along the same lines.
“Ginny, I don’t think it would be a good idea to jinx him in the corridor; he’s not worth getting a detention.”
“That wasn’t the stupid thing I was talking about,” Ginny replied quietly, still not taking her eyes from his.
“Ginny, what are you talking about?” Ron was looking at her, confusion written all over his face.
“This.” And she launched herself at Draco, pressing her lips to his and wrapping her arms around his neck.
Recovering quickly from the initial shock, he wrapped his arms around her waist and the kiss deepened.
He slowly forgot the rest of the world existed as he lost himself in the warmth of Ginny.
That was, until a pair of strong arms ripped them apart.
Draco opened his eyes to find Weasley pointing his wand at him, his hand shaking visibly. Potter was holding Ginny tightly to his chest.
But she wasn’t going to go down without a fight. She stamped down hard on Potter’s foot at the same time as elbowing him in the stomach. Potter instantly released her, clutching his stomach and hopping on one foot.
‘Wimp,’ thought Draco, smirking slightly.
“Ron, don’t!” Ginny shouted at her brother.
“Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t?”
Ginny didn’t reply with words. Instead she ran to stand between her brother and him.
“I can fight my own battles, Weasley,” he tried to push her aside.
She turned to face him. “I know. But this isn’t a battle.” Turning back to face her brother she said, “It’s not. So just leave it, ok?”
Weasley didn’t look like he was going to back down anytime soon.
“Before I have to hex you, Ron.”
Weasley looked at his sister as if trying to gauge whether she was being serious. Obviously he decided she was, because he lowered his wand and settled on glaring daggers at Draco before Granger took him by the arm and into the Great Hall with Potter hobbling along behind them.
“So,” Ginny turned to him.
“So,” he replied, slightly unsure of what to do now. Never in a million lifetimes did he expect to be in this situation.
Ginny felt herself flush slightly as she studied the floor. She hadn’t really given much thought to her previous actions. Maybe they were a bit rash.
“You’re pretty when you blush.”
Her head snapped up to look at him. He was smiling. A real smile. It changed his features completely. Gone was the pinched look he normally had in place and his grey eyes where transformed to silver.
He leaned in closer, and she did the same until their lips met for the second time that evening.
When air became an issued, Draco pulled away slightly so that his lips grazed hers as he murmured, “Mmm…” He breathed in deep, inhaling her scent. Cinnamon, with a hint of vanilla. If he could breathe her in all day he’d die a happy man.
All she said in reply was a breathless “Yeah” and then kissed him again.
One last thought entered Draco’s head as he lost himself for the second time.
‘Father’s going to kill me.’
But he couldn’t seem to care right now.
*~* The End *~*