Haunted

HAUNTED...A Boy´s Lament

by biggerstaffbunch


*Draco/Ginny*

I see her across the way every morning, afternoon, evening, talking and laughing with her friends. She is eerily beautiful in the light that reflects from the overhanging chandeliers, her hair a river of honeyed copper. Curls of liquid fire kiss her flushed cheeks, and her amber eyes dance feverishly in the glow. Once or twice I see a flash of luminescent white across the distance; then I realize that she has parted those pillowed lips and curved them into her sensuous smile. Her skin is a radiant sun-kissed peach, tiny brown frecklesdotting her nose. She is a sprite, a fairy, sent to torture me.

Breathe.

I let my eyes wander downward, drinking in the way her robes hang and cling in all the right places. She is not overly developed, and even if she were, Hogwart´s robes would not show much of anything, yet I can see every curve and dip in her body. It makes me want to reach out make sure she is real. The inky black of her cloak contrasts nicely with the snowflakes still clinging to her shoulders. She shakes her head at some little witticism that that Creevey git happens to throw out. Don´t they know that they´re in the presence of perfection? I clench my fist, aching to throw them all down face-first.

Relax.

My eyes, a pale and watchful gray, watch as she moves her hands listlessly about. They are exquisite hands, with long fingers and tiny palms. She flutters them about, impatient and demanding. She knows what she wants, and she wants it now. I let a smirk slither across the grim slash of my mouth; she would make an excellent Malfoy. She laughs, a loud, ringing laughter that makes me shiver. I squeeze my eyes shut. Just as my goddess has undergone a personality change this year, so have I. As soon as I took a look at the wonder she had become, I was hooked. I wanted her to caress my face with those hands, wanted her to grip my shoulders with those nails.

Open your eyes.

I snarl and a few of the idiots at my table glance fearfully at me. They have seen me gaze at the Weasely girl long and hard, but none will say a word. I let my fingers curl around the table´s edge, angry and resentful. The girl will never be mine, no matter how rich or powerful I could make her. She wants Potter. Everyone wants Potter, and normally I handle it by throwing my fortune in the slimy git´s face. But in this situation, I have no upper hand. She hates me. I start as my unknown turns inexplicably and sees me.

Don´t turn away.

She holds my gaze, at first surprised to see me staring, then, angry. She does not like being leered at. I plaster a bored look on my face, ignoring the blood pumping through my body, the tightness of my chest. Her eyes blaze, and cheeks start to flush. A crimson stain is spreading throughout her body. She twirls her wand and points it at me. Instantly, three are at her side. She looks back and up at them, as my throat closes. She sees the anger in Potter´s eyes, and slowly, lethally, she smiles.

Despite the grimness of my situation, I snort.

Ginny is a girl after my own heart. I see her plan now, even as she placates Harry and his bunch with a delicate hand. Harry falters, but in a second he turns and saunters off with Ron and Hermione, shooting me dark glances. Yes, I learned their real names. Yes, I even call them by them. Mostly because they are the only things the goddess loves. As she slowly gets up from her table, she keeps my gaze. I gulp, and a hot rush drops through my stomach.

Come closer.

And so she does, her footsteps light and even. She looks back at me as I rise of not my own accord. I am following her, and I do not know why. I wave Crabbe and Goyle away impatiently. This is my destiny. I must follow the fire inside, the little burst of flame that is scurrying ahead of me.

Don't touch.

I slip out the door from the Great Hall, aware that Potter is still staring. If only you knew what you were missing, Potter. There is an alcove behind the oaken doors, and I whisper a spell to slip in. i wait, and I am not disappointed.

Light floods the dark, pervades the crevices of my cracked heart.

She stands, her eyes shining and thoughtful. I need to keep up appearances. "What do you want?" I ask, bored.

Play it cool.

"It's not what I want, Malfoy," she says, her voice a thoughtful wisp of smoke, "It's what I never would've thought you wanted." She moves closer, her cold hands on my cheeks. I can't move, though I should. "I don't love you, Malfoy. Nor will I ever. But you...you love me, don't you? I never noticed till now. We can help each other, you know." I am floating. Is this the Ginny I know? No, this is the Ginny I want. Her breath is hot against my ear.

Don't kiss her.

"I hate Harry for not noticing me. He hates you for noticing me. You get to spend moments in my presence, and I get a jealous Harry Potter to pine after me." She giggles, a sound like a babbling brook. Her eyes are wild, and I almost fear her.

I kiss her instead.

We are two, no, one, as we entangle in a hot swirl of fervor and passion. She may not love me now, but she will. And until then, I will help her with whatever she needs...

I burn for her....