Kiss Me

Kiss Me

By AmberNixie

Ginny Weasley wanted plenty of things for Christmas in her sixth year. Of course, she anticipated the annual jumper her mother would be sending over, which was all very dandy, but she wouldn't mind a large, stuffed-to-bursting bag of Galleons, new dress robes in light blue--her favourite colour--a new broom, an owl or a year's subscription to Teen Witch Weekly either. All, unfortunately, very costly.

So she gave up hoping to ever receive such lavish gifts, and instead set to work making cards and thinking of presents for her friends while the seasons outside shifted from crisp, cool autumn to freezing winter. Schoolmates began spending more and more time outside, playing with snow until their hands were numb, decorations were put up, and the atmosphere at Hogwarts grew increasingly festive as her favourite holiday of the year drew closer.

Ginny was not going back to the Burrow that year. She had wanted to, of course, but the fact that she had piles of homework to do and would never be able to finish it in time for school, what with her boisterous brothers all making merry. At first she had been sorely disappointed, but when Ron and Harry assured her they would be staying as well, Ron for the exact same reason, but Harry because of his Muggle family, she decided perhaps it wouldn't be too bad a Christmas after all.

Christmas Eve had been rather fun, actually. There were plenty more students at dinner--usually there was a dismal turnout, since most of them had gone to spend Christmas at home. As Ron gobbled down his dinner greedily, he glanced around the hall and said, "Well, well. Looksh like we're not the only onesh who're shtaying here thish feshtive sheashon," he said with his mouth full.

"Yeah, I know, there are a lot more people than usual--" Harry began, but Ron cut him off by wagging his turkey drumstick in the air. "Not just anyone," Ron said, having finally swallowed. "Malfoy."

"Bet no one wants him at home," Harry said, grinning broadly.

Ginny laughed. "Bet no one wants him here, either." She looked over her shoulder at the Slytherin table, and saw the topic of their discussion looking very bored and not eating. She couldn't blame him, though. She wouldn't have had an appetite either if she'd been sitting with only a trembling little first-year for company, who was terrified she'd bite his head off if he even dared sneeze.

"Boy, the look on his face is priceless," Ron said, craning his neck to get a better view, "Wish Creevey was here with his camera." He and Harry snickered and dug into Christmas pudding.

Ginny glanced around the hall warily. "We ought to be careful, you know," she said. "Peeves might be anywhere, waiting to hang mistletoe over unsuspecting students."

"What does this have anything to do with Malfoy?" Ron asked, perplexed.

"Nothing," Ginny said, but Harry had different ideas. "Why, Gin, hoping Peeves'll grant you with a kiss from that ass?"

Ron's mouth was too full of pudding to complain, so he shot Harry a warning glare instead.

"Harry, that's nonsense," laughed Ginny, and she went back to her food, hoping neither Harry nor her brother could see her scarlet face.

It wasn't that she liked the bugger--she never had; he was insolent as hell. But imagining getting kissed by him was, honestly, somewhat thrilling. Had she not opened the broom closet one day to find him and a sixth-year Ravenclaw getting very busy indeed, she would never have had such thoughts.

But she had opened the broom closet. Had seen him and the girl. Had seen how the Ravenclaw was turned to a mere lump of drooling putty.

He'd told her to go away in his typical drawl, with that annoying smirk all over his face, but not before looking her up and down with unabashed interest.

And that, Ginny thought, was how she decided it would be very fun to kiss Draco Malfoy.

In the Charms corridor she got her wish. She was walking back to the common room, ready to listen to Ron and Harry's jokes and drink pumpkin juice until she fell asleep, when Draco crossed her path. She forgot everything she had been planning to do in the common room when he flung his trademark smirk at her and told her to look up.

So she did.

"Peeves," she hissed under her breath when she saw a sprig of mistletoe hanging there from a small hook in the wall over her head and his.

"No," Draco said, "Me."

Ginny's mouth dropped open. "You-you put it there?" she asked weakly.

He gave a mocking bow. "Say thank you, now."

She glared at him. "What the hell did you put it there for?"

"Why else?" He leaned closer to her. "But that's not the point. The point is, you will full well enjoy kissing me, Weasley, and you know it."

"Just piss off, Malfoy," she growled, less aggressively than she'd expected. Oh, no, she thought desperately, He's getting to me.

"No." He studied her, eyes glinting. "You know, you really should watch that mouth of yours." His eyes widened in glee he didn't bother to conceal. "Maybe I should do it for you."

"What are you, some kind of puritan?" she asked, but he'd already bent slightly and kissed her, more of a brushing of lips than anything else, and it only lasted for about two seconds.

Even so, Ginny's whole body felt as if it were about to burst into flames.

She stood, arms limply at her sides. "You...you..." was all she could say.

"No," he said with a wry smile, "I'm not a puritan at all. But admonishing you on that was the only way I would get to kiss you."

He lifted the mistletoe off the hook and pocketed it before giving her an ironical little wave. "See you around, Weasley."

She watched, infuriated yet still tingling with the memory of the rather chaste kiss. "And I didn't even have time to respond!" she cursed herself before realising what she had just said and deciding to hurry back to the common room before she bumped into anyone else looking for a kiss on Christmas Eve.

*

Christmas morning! was the first thought that came to Ginny as she opened her eyes the next day. There was only one other girl in her dormitory who was staying back during Christmas, and she was still asleep, so Ginny decided there was no need to rush down the stairs like crazy to make sure she got a good spot by the fire to open her presents.

She turned onto her side, and came face to face with Draco, sitting in a chair by her bedside.

She was about to scream, but he clapped one hand over her mouth and gave her a reproachful glare.

"Shhhh!" he hissed, "That girl there isn't up, but if you want to wake her then by all means go ahead and yell your head off." He released her, and she backed away nervously from him, heart pounding. "How did you get in here?" she whispered.

"I've got some links," Draco said simply.

"And what are you doing in here?"

"What is this, a trial at the ministry?" Draco asked incredulously. "Look, I'm still waiting for a proper kiss."

"You already got what you wanted last night!" Ginny whispered loudly, gesturing with her hands.

"No, I did not."

"Yes, you did!"

"The key word is proper," he stressed. "Anyway, I'm here to claim my rightful property."

"A kiss? Property?" Ginny snorted. "Ha."

"Just look up," he said, sighing in a way that made Ginny irritable.

She hardly dared to do so, but there it was once more, the mistletoe he had hung on the hook in the corridor. This time it was dangling from a long piece of string which had been tied to one of the posts on her four-poster.

"You're desperate, you know that?" she told him. "Why, haven't been getting any girls lately?"

"Oh, I have," Draco said, "Only I'm not interested in kissing any of them."

His words hit Ginny like an anchor. That means he's interested in kissing...me?

"I usually don't allow people to cheat on anyone with me, you know," she said primly.

"This isn't cheating, think of this as...your present to me," he coaxed.

She thought about it. It was a very attractive offer. Getting to kiss Draco Malfoy was what the dear little girls whom he wouldn't kiss probably dreamed about night and day.

"Okay," she said, "I'll kiss you."

"Properly," Draco warned, already off the chair and crawling onto the bed.

"Properly," she repeated, her eyes not leaving his until he got close enough. Then she let them fall shut, paused just a millisecond for effect, and drifted forward slightly until their lips met. Like the last piece of a jigsaw fitting into place. A satisfied purr came from the back of her throat, and as a response Draco pushed her gently, making her fall backwards, supported by her elbows.

She eventually surrendered and lay flat on her bed. How could she not? Each and every bone in her body was beginning to liquefy as he deepened the kiss, making it grow more frantic. Ginny realised that if her fellow dorm-mate were to wake up she would be greeted by the sight of a very willing Ginny Weasley kissing (or being kissed by? It was hard to tell by now) the much despised Draco Malfoy.

Funny. Ginny didn't care.

Then Draco pulled away and Ginny gasped in indignation.

"Hey," she exclaimed, "We weren't done yet!"

He smirked at her. "See," he said smugly, "You like kissing me." The smirk disappeared. "But I have to go. Sorry."

Ginny bit her lower lip. Only seconds before Draco's tongue had slid over that very lip of hers. The thought made her tingle. She looked, trying to steady herself.

Draco hesitated before pulling out a red and green envelope from his pocket. He tossed it onto the bed, in front of her. "Merry Christmas, Ginny." She looked down, startled, at the envelope, and when she looked up again he was gone.

Ginny stared at the door to the steps for a long, long time. She shivered, feeling like he had sneakily stolen some part of her away when he'd kissed her and left so quickly--somehow. Then she remembered the envelope and reached for it. Opening it, she pulled out ten pieces of red card.

She read the first out aloud. "Kiss Voucher, for Ginny Weasley. Kiss payable to Draco Malfoy on the 25th of December, 11 p.m. at the Quidditch Pitch." A grin slid over Ginny's face, and she looked at the next one. "Kiss Voucher, for Ginny Weasley. Kiss payable to Draco Malfoy on the 27th of December, 5 p.m. at the Greenhouse Corridor." Ginny read all the vouchers, thoroughly amused, and wondered idly if she could expect more than a kiss, seeing one of the vouchers was scheduled to be in the broom closet.

"Only you," she chuckled, hiding all the vouchers save the first one, which she held onto tightly and gazed at until her dorm-mate woke up, immediately saw Ginny all lost in her own world, and ran down the stairs to snag the best place by the fire.

*

The Quidditch pitch was white as alabaster as Ginny walked across it, snow crunching underfoot. She saw a lone figure leaning against a tree somewhere at the side of the pitch. No doubt it was Draco--his silver blond hair blended in so perfectly with the snow. Ginny fingered the voucher in her pocket. There was no need to refer to her watch. She'd waited for the day to pass, agonisingly slow. Of course she knew it was 11 p.m. on the dot.

"Draco!" she shouted, and he turned. She headed towards him, anticipation already begin to shoot down her spine. When they met, he held his hand out. "Voucher?"

She handed it over.

He examined it.

"This isn't counterfeit, I hope?" he remarked.

"No, stupid. This is for real."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!" She was already beginning to tremble.

"What if you aren't Ginny Weasley?" he teased.

"Draco! Just shut up and kiss me!" Ginny cried, and he tossed the voucher away into the snow.

"My pleasure," he replied, before she practically flung herself at him and they fell, lips locked, into the snow.

Oh, she thought with a contented sigh which made him smile against her mouth, Screw all those things I wanted for Christmas. These vouchers just take the cake for best present ever. Ten kisses from Draco Malfoy. I think I've died and gone to heaven.

Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor
Lift your open hand
Strike up the band and make the fireflies dance
Silver moon's sparkling
So kiss me

~fin~ ^_^