Consequences With Love

Consequences of Love

Chapter 3

"Ginny! Wake up!" Mrs. Weasley bustled out of Ginny's room and down the stairs.

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5 minutes later

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"Ginny! I said wake up!" Mrs. Weasley turned around then looked back into Ginny's room. "Ron! Come wake up your sister!" She yelled into the next room.

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5 minutes later

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"GINNY!! WAKE UP!!" Ron screamed in her ear. Ginny jumped out of bed and looked around.

"What? Who? What? Where? Who?" She paused. "Huh?" She looked at Ron. "The dream. The dream. Draco...he...he...was..."

"You dreamt about Malfoy again? What is wrong with you? I cannot believe you!" He stormed out of the room and into Fred and George's room. Ginny could hear him talking to Fred and George. No, not talking. Bellowing.

"Did you know that our sister is DREAMING about DRACO MALFOY?! DRACO MALFOY!! Can you believe it? She came and ASKED me if she knew who it WAS! As if she DIDN'T KNOW!!"

Ginny sighed, then put her head in her hands, remembering his soft touch on her cheek, his possessive embrace crushing her to his hardness. She shivered at his eyes, so sparkly silver.

Then she heard George's dry voice. "What." And Ron repeating himself. "Did you know that our sister is DREAMING about DRACO MALFOY?! DRACO MALFOY!! Can you believe it? She came and ASKED me if she knew who it WAS! As if she DIDN'T KNOW!!" And coughing from Fred as he worked the word "whore" into his coughing bout.

Ginny sighed a big sigh and sat down on her bed. She went over the dream in her head.

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The room was small; it held only her body with hardly room for another. She knew he was coming. She remembered the pain. She winced as his silver eyes, cold and un-caring, appeared before her, along with the rest of his long, lean body. She closed her eyes against his coldness and hardness. But then, he did something she did not expect. And he was equally surprised.

Draco placed one fair, slender finger under her chin, and lifted her face so her eyes would meet his. Then he smiled. But it wasn't a cynical smile. It was a caring, sweet smile that made her heart flutter wildly in her chest and her eyes melt in hotness. He stroked her soft, freckled cheek lightly and his eyes smiled down at her. Then he turned suddenly, breaking contact. A voice splintered through the air, knives suddenly flew in the air above them. Draco turned around and crushed her to his solidity in a possessive embrace; pressing his soft, sensual lips to her fiery hair. He smoothed it down and stroked her back, calming her. He felt her snuggle into him and closed his soft, silver eyes, welcoming her softness. A knife whizzed past her ear as the flying blades zoomed lower.

"Virginia," he whispered urgently, still stroking her back. "We have to get lower." He stopped stroking and lowered them to the ground, flattening himself against the cold, hard floor. Ginny lay on top of him, snuggling again. The knives got lower still, getting closer to Ginny. Draco's eyes widened, fear evident in the silver pools. Then he grasped Ginny's slim arms firmly, and on the count of three, flipped them so that he was on top, protecting Ginny. He was hard yet weightless on top of her flawless curves and limbs. He kept his face above hers, not wanting to hurt her again. Ginny tugged at her arms until they were loose. She placed them around the newer, gentler, caring Draco and pulled his fair face to hers. Her eyes half closed, she looked into smoldering silver eyes, and toughed her soft lips gently to his sensual ones. The knives kept dropping lower, and lower. The kiss grew deeper, their tongues entwining, Ginny grasping his hair in passion. Then suddenly, Draco broke off the kiss. He felt a sharp stinging in his side and Ginny stared at him with liquid brown eyes, hurt mingled with shame. He stopped breathing for a moment, then gasped for air as he touched the crude knife sticking out of his waist. Ginny's gaze left his face and traveled down to where his hand grasped. Her eyes widened; she gasped in horror and felt tears coming. He pulled out the knife in one jerk, then threw it aside, cradling her face and wiping away the tears. He kissed her gently.

"Virginia," he whispered softly. "Don't cry. It is just a knife wound. I will be all right. It is you I worry about, Virginia, you whom I wish to protect."

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His sweetness to her surprised her. He was kind. But it was his last words that echoed over and over in her mind. She felt the love seep through his silver eyes, the gentleness of his touch on her cheek. His hand had been warm, not cold and cynical like before. She sighed deep and got back under the covers; but even they were cold compared to Draco's intenseness in his eyes and touch. She sighed again and wished she were in his lean arms.

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Silver eyes roamed the big, empty classroom. He was in Hogwarts, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. There were no desks. There were stairs leading up to the DADA Professor's room, but when Draco looked, there was no one there. Just a bed and covers. And pillows. And then suddenly, on the bed, appeared long, shapely legs and a curvy body, delicate arms and Ginny's fire hair. Draco stared at Ginny's form, then walked slowly over to her. Ginny smiled invitingly, eager to feel the same feeling of protectiveness. Draco sank on the bed, and Ginny held up her arms, pulling him to her. His hard lips contacted her soft ones as they kissed. Draco heard Ginny moan as they made contact, pulling him closer, so that he lost balance and fell on her. She wrapped her arms around him, her tongue pushing at his hard lips, invading his mouth. He felt his hand sliding over her hip, pulling her closer. She clutched at his hair, her lips leaving his and kissed his neck. He groaned and his hand left her hip to go to the inside of her thighs. He felt heat radiating there. He smiled and kissed the top of her head. God, how he wanted her...

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Draco's eyes opened wide, silver eyes glancing around the room. When he noticed he was in his own room, in his own bed, he sighed and relaxed. Then he observed that there was a bulge in the sheets near his legs. His eyes opened wide again as he gaped.

What? What is the matter with me? It was a dream, it wasn't real! Then why is my body reacting like this? Am I insane? This is Ginny Weasley we're talking about! A little Weasel! Why am I dreaming about her? Why am I... He stared at the bulge. About her? Why? This is mad. Dreaming sexy dreams about someone like Ginny Weasley. A Gryffindor! Stupid mindless Gryffindor. Her brother is part of the three stooges! The Idiot Team!

Draco got up, ignoring the bulge. He walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower, making the water cold.

Cold shower...that's all I need. A freezing cold, long shower.