Rating:
R
House:
Astronomy Tower
Ships:
Draco Malfoy/Ginny Weasley
Genres:
Romance Songfic
Era:
The Harry Potter at Hogwarts Years
Stats:
Published: 04/16/2009
Updated: 04/16/2009
Words: 3,386
Chapters: 1
Hits: 247

Inside Your Mind

DracoGinnyforever76

Story Summary:
Songfic. Set to "The Phantom of the Opera". Ginny has been dreaming of a certain ferret, and one day, she finds that maybe, just maybe, he's been seeing her differently, too.

Inside Your Mind

Posted:
04/16/2009
Hits:
176


"Ginevra. Ginny. Gin, luv, come to me. You can't deny this anymore," came a voice. His voice. The same voice that has traced the edges of my dreams for better than a year now.

In sleep he sang to me
In dreams he came
That voice that calls to me

and speaks my name

I turned to that voice, searching for the knowing grey eyes that accompanied it. I was mesmerized at the look on his face. His eyes were only for me, his hand held out to me, a silent request. I slowly placed my hand in his, trusting him, and at the same time, not. I was never sure of his true intentions. But, as he pulled me into his arms, as he kissed me softly, I was sure that I didn't care. I didn't want to care. I ran my hands up and down his chest, seeking comfort, seeking skin contact. He deepened our kiss, and I was hopelessly lost to his expertise. I couldn't pull away, even if I had wanted to. Suddenly, he pulled away from me and looked down into my eyes. He walked away, and the dream was shattered.

I woke up to my silent dormitory, breathing uneven and heart pounding. Merlin, what has he done to me? I wondered, as I sat up in bed, thanking Circe that I was a prefect and had no roommates. Gryffindor tended to be full of questioning glances and searching stares. Hermione was especially good at the soul-searing looks. I put a hand to my lips and noted that they were swollen, as though someone had actually been kissing me. My hair was disheveled, long red strands winding themselves about my neck and twisting into the straps of my tank top. I glanced over at my clock, which Dad had given me this year, in honor of becoming a prefect. Mum had wanted to give me an owl or something like that, but I'd flatly refused. I mean, what was the point? No one owled me, and I certainly didn't go about sending love notes to strange Hogwarts boys. The clock read 4:30a.m., an hour which I wasn't particularly fond of. I'd only had about two hours of sleep to boot, but as proved by numerous occasions in the past, I wouldn't be getting any more sleep. I groaned inwardly, and got out of bed. I dressed quickly in sweat pants and an old sweatshirt that bore "Wimbourne Wasps" across the very faded chest, which Charlie had given me years ago. I'd never been much of a runner in years past, but ever since my fifth year at Hogwarts had begun, only a year ago, running was the only thing I could do to work off excess energy. I'd tried putting it into studying, but that proved a bust, since my grades couldn't possibly improve any higher. And from that, I dated a bit, but found none of the boys who'd consented were really worthy of a second glance. They only wanted sex, and who was really just about that? Not me, that's for sure. I sighed, pulling on old sneakers and headed out of my room. I crept out into the Common room, where the fire burned brightly. I shoved at the portrait to open it and slinked away, down the hall. Upon hitting fresh air, I gobbled it down greedily. The sun wasn't up yet, and I reveled in the darkness. I ran down the front steps, toward the lake, where the resident squid had been spotted once or twice. I sprinted past, on toward Hagrid's hut. I rounded the house and turned back toward the castle. I decided that I'd maybe run laps around the lake, instead of going back right away. I closed my eyes as I ran. I had done this enough times, that my body knew when to turn and when to go straight. As I rounded the next curve, I ran into a very solid something and fell promptly on my arse.

"What the hell?" I said angrily.

"Well, if it isn't the littlest Weasley," a voice drawled. I knew that voice. I cringed as I looked up to see the one and only Draco Malfoy staring down at me.

"Go to hell, Malfoy," I spat.

Sing once again with me
Our strange duet

"Now, Weasley, is that any way to speak to your betters?" he said, apparently amused.

"I don't see any of them around," I replied sourly.

"Ooh, you're a feisty one. Are you always so hostile in the mornings?"

"Are you always such an ass in the mornings?"

"Come now, I'm not an ass." I snorted derisively at this. "All right, I'm an ass. But I'm a cute ass, right?" I tried not to understand that question. Was he really asking me to stroke his ego?

"I can make no such judgments, as I haven't seen your actual ass, Malfoy," I said and flushed. Merlin! Did I just say that?

"Well, I believe I could remedy that, Weaslette," he said snidely.

"Just fuck off, Malfoy," I said nastily.

"If you'd but join me," he said sarcastically.

"When pigs fly."

"Is that your only restriction?" he asked, seemingly serious.

"Well, you're an annoying git, who uses far too much hair products and has never had to work a day in your life, and--" I began. He held up a hand. I stared at him. He pulled out his wand, presumably to hex me and I cursed myself for not grabbing mine on the way out the door. He moved his hand and muttered something unintelligible. Then, he held out his hand, away from his body. I looked down, expecting something awful, but instead saw a tiny animal. Upon closer inspection, I saw a curly tail and deduced that it was a piglet. Again, Malfoy muttered something and the little creature zoomed away from his hands. I gaped at him, clearly not understanding his actions.

"I believe, Weaslette, that you owe me a kiss," he said.

"Wh- What?"

"You said 'When pigs fly'. A pig has flown, in your very presence, Weaslette. You owe me," he said again.

"I wasn't--" I began, but never finished. I'm not sure what I would have said, because at that moment, Draco Malfoy closed the bit of distance between us and kissed me. I didn't even try to fight him, even though my brain screamed at me. But, I didn't want to. My body knew this kiss, had felt this touch before. I had kissed these lips before. And just like that, I was pulling him closer, twining my fingers in his hair. His hands fastened themselves on my hips, one trailing up to the ends of my hair. He tugged at a few stray strands, causing me to gasp. He took the opportunity to plunge his tongue into my mouth. I found the experience thrilling and electrifying.

My power over you grows stronger yet

He broke the kiss, and I didn't immediately step out of his embrace. I clutched at his shoulders for balance, sure that I would float away without something to hold onto. I looked into his eyes and was amazed at what I saw. He seemed genuinely interested in me, and his body made no secret of the fact that we had just been very intimately pressed together. His eyes were clouded over with what I guessed was desire, or at the very least, strong lust. A noise behind him tore my gaze over his left shoulder. Harry bloody Potter was standing not ten feet away, jaw gaping, eyes damn near bugging out of his head.

And though you turn from me to glance behind

I was sure he'd seen us, and that if I didn't do something quickly, he'd hex Malfoy into the next century. I pushed away from Malfoy and moved around him, putting him behind me as Harry stalked toward us, wand at the ready. His face was livid, and if his actions were anything to go by, a few good words weren't going to change his mind about killing or at least maiming Malfoy. I felt Malfoy move to stand as close to me as he could from behind. He made no move to step in front of me, nor did he cower in fear.

"What the HELL do you think you're doing to Ginny, Malfoy?!"

"Snogging, of course," came the sarcastic reply. I elbowed him in the gut and he grunted.

"Harry, what I do is my business. You are not my father, one of my brothers or my keeper. I can snog whoever I bloody well please!" I yelled at him.

"But, Ginny, he's a Death Eater!" Harry accused. Malfoy responded by rolling up both sleeves of his shirt and holding out his forearms for inspection.

"As you can see, Potter, I bear no Mark," he said slowly, as though talking to a slow child.

"That doesn't prove anything, Malfoy!" Harry's eyes were wild and he lunged at us. Wait, us? Did I honestly just refer to Malfoy and me as an "us"? I dove out of the way at the last possible second, inadvertently jerking Malfoy with me. We landed in the shallow part of the lake, whereas Harry had fallen about three feet behind where we had just been standing. Merlin! Now it's "we"? Where will this stop? I moved to stand back up, thoroughly soaked and Dra- er, Malfoy stood next to me. I looked up at him, taking in his wet clothes and slightly upturned lips.

"I'll give you this, Red, it's never boring around you," he said. I looked over to where Harry had fallen, to see that he hadn't regained consciousness. Apparently, he had knocked himself out when he fell. Feeling the tiniest bit foolish, I pulled out my wand.

"Mobilicorpus," I said, and Harry's body jerked upward and floated in mid-air. I turned back to Draco. "Will you help me get him to the Hospital Wing?" I asked.

"What will I get out of it?" he joked. I glared at him.

"Nothing, if you don't move your arse," I said finally.

"It seems I have no choice, then. Very well, let's be off. I'd rather not spend time with this git if I don't have to," he said, looking at me.

"If it troubles you so damn much, go back to your House."

"No, can't do that. I'd never leave you alone to face this idiot," he said.

"Then shut up and follow me," I instructed. I began walking, the spell dragging Harry along, when Malfoy fell into step beside me. We walked back to the front doors, past the Great Hall, where breakfast had obviously started, and on to the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey never batted an eye, simply directing me to the bed and taking my wand to gently remove the spell just over the mattress. Harry's body landed with a thud, but he still didn't stir. Madam Pomfrey felt for a pulse and reported that it was steady, if a bit fast. She handed me my wand and Draco and I left her to fuss over Harry. We walked back down the stairs to the main floor corridors.

"Weas- I mean, Ginny, would you accompany me to breakfast?" Malfoy asked politely. He had to be joking, right? What was the trick he had planned?

"What's the catch, Malfoy?" I asked.

"Draco," he replied.

"Excuse me?"

"My name is Draco. You could try using it."

"Fine then, Draco, what's the catch?"

"No catch. I just would like to spend more time in your rather engaging presence, that's all," he said. I think he might just be telling me the truth. I shot him a stern look anyway.

"If this is a trick, or any sort of scheme, so help me, Malfoy--" I started. He moved closer to me.

"My name is Draco," he said and then he bent down and crushed my lips beneath his. I completely lost the fight, forgot whatever words had formed in my head and just gave myself up to the moment. He pulled away after mere seconds, rasping for air. I found that I was having trouble with my breathing as well.

"Well said. I suppose the only proper answer to that question is to agree," I said and his lips curve into a smile. "Now, let me go. I have to change into something presentable." I backed away from him and tore off to Gryffindor Tower, smiling. Upon reaching my room, I muttered the password and immediately sealed the door behind me. Merlin, but that boy can kiss. I pulled out my best-looking shirt and my favorite short skirt to match. I ran a brush through my ever-tangled locks and dabbed on a bit of lip gloss. I grabbed my books for the day and rushed out the door. Once I had reached Draco, his smiled deepened and I was forced to admit that the 70 percent of Hogwarts females were right- he was hot.

"Shall we?" he asked, proffering an arm. I nodded and twined my arm in his, at once feeling nervous and strangely excited. We passed the Gryffindor table first, earning death glares from Ron and Hermione, and the rest didn't really notice. The Hufflepuffs wore faces of shock and some, disgusted to the point of gagging. The Ravenclaws were by far, the most neutral table, not really giving us a reaction either way. The Slytherin table greeted Draco warmly and just openly gaped at me, or rather my presence at Draco's side. Pansy Parkinson, in particular, looked ready to spit nails.

"What is she doing here, Draco darling?" Pansy asked, sounding at once, enraged and in love. I rolled my eyes at her.

"She is my girlfriend now. You will treat her with the respect owed a Malfoy, or else..." Draco threatened. Merlin, had he just said we were officially dating? I shot him a quizzical look, and he silently pleaded with me to go along with it. I agreed, nodding my head. Pansy's face fell, and it reminded me of the look someone gets when they smell something foul. No one else said anything untoward and Draco and I had breakfast together, without further incident. After that, we were inseparable. We'd snog and study, take walks and run around the lake. It seemed that, gradually he became the most important thing to me. Now, who'd have ever thought that I'd fall for a Malfoy? Draco and I spoke at length about his family, and how none of the other Houses would even look at him. His father was a Death Eater, and so, apparently, was he. At least, that's how it seemed. No one ever offered him a kind word when we were together, though none were overtly rude, either. I noticed that, with me, he could be himself.

Those who have seen your face
Draw back in fear
I am the mask you wear

"Draco, have you noticed that no one ever seems to say anything to you when I'm around?" We were sitting in the Slytherin Common room, as the Gryffindors had all but kicked me out.

"Yes, luv. But they are also not saying anything that is less than courteous to you, either, are they?" he countered.

It's me they hear...

"What have you done?" I asked him.

"Nothing. I've merely told them that if they were, in any way unkind, that I would personally feed them to the Dark Lord," he said darkly. He grinned at me.

"Oh, you're horrible. Frightening the masses for no reason," I said.

"The reason was perfectly logical, I assure you."

"But you've no Mark. You're not even a Death Eater," I pointed out.

"Too right you are, my dear. But they don't know that, do they?" he said evilly. I smacked his arm. He curled my arm into his, effectively trapping me against him.

"You're right horrible, Draco Malfoy," I said.

"But you love it," he returned.

"Be that as it may..." He tugged on my sleeve and I fell forward into his chest. My skin fair to sizzled with the contact and my hormones did a happy dance. His face lowered to mine and our lips met in a furious crash. I licked my tongue along his lower lip and he opened his mouth to me. I plunged my tongue and merged it with his. His hand, once tangled in my sleeve, moved to my waist, and yanked me closer. I moaned into his mouth. His other hand busied itself with pulling my shirt up and over my head. With my arms free, I pulled his shirt out of the waistband of his jeans and up and over his head. He gently pushed me back against the arm of the couch, and I splayed my hands across his chest, tracing patterns over the sleek muscles that were corded beneath the flesh. He moaned for me. His hands pulled at the snap of my jeans and he swore as he tried to pry them apart. I batted away his hands and did the job myself, wiggling out of the offending fabric and dropping them to the floor. Likewise, I started on Draco's pants, but he soon moved away and just took them off himself, before coming back to kiss me soundly. When he stood over me, clad in only silver and green boxers, I shivered. The way he looked at me, so hungry, so passionate, I knew that I could not deny him, or myself, any longer. I lay somewhat uncomfortably on the couch, and Draco moved to nearly lay on top of me. Seeming to sense my discomfort, he picked me up and carried me the few steps to his room. He was also a prefect, and as such, we were rewarded by silence. He set me on my feet, only to rock my world with a searing kiss. I gripped his shoulders, not sure that my knees would hold me. He slowly backed me toward the bed, getting rid of my bra and underwear as he went. I tumbled to the bed, stark naked, with the man I had come to love standing over me. His eyes were clouded over with desire, but there was also love, just underneath. He removed his boxers in one swift motion and was suddenly lying down beside me, nude. I had never lain in a bed with a naked boy, much less been nude myself. I was instantly embarrassed, moving my hands to cover something, anything. He just chuckled and held my hands down. Something in his gaze made me stop fidgeting and just lay there. Convinced that I wasn't going to attack him or bolt for the door, Draco started to make love to my body. He held my wrists captive above my head, so I could only moan and shiver with delight as his mouth moved from place to place with equal fervor. His tongue left a trail of fire down my body and I was sure that I'd burn alive. But, Merlin, what a way to go. I arched my back as his other hand explored the flesh between my thighs most expertly. I whimpered at his touch. And then, he let go of my wrists and moved his mouth to replace his hand. If I'd thought I was being tortured before, it was nothing compared to this. I bunched my hands into the silk sheets, holding on for dear life. A pressure built low in my body, and when I didn't think I'd be able to take anymore, it burst and I screamed. My body convulsed and Draco climbed languorously up my body. He smiled down at me, eyes dark steel in color. I gave him an answering smile as best I could, but my body would not calm down. Just then, Draco surged his hips forward and I was overcome by the sensation. My hips drove upward to meet his thrusts and then I was riding another wave of pleasure as he hammered me. His face contorted in pure joy as he found his own release. And in that moment, I knew that I would never be the same again. But, neither would he....

Fin


*also- I stole a line from Grey's Anatomy, spoken by Alex Karev. "Okay, I'm an ass. But, I'm a cute ass, right?"