Amor Prohibido

Amor Prohibido

Chapter Four: Dreams & Midnight Snogging

His body touched hers, skin against skin, hot and fiery, the satin sheets around them, engulfing them as the warmth of their bodies burned through the other. He saw her fiery red head on top of him... her wicked movements making him want her more... needing her more...

Suddenly it all disappeared. He looked around the dark surroundings seeing the dungeon walls. There was a stench that he could feel.... blood. He was surrounded by blood.

He heard a scream... one very much like her's. He looked around seeing nothing on the floor and then he heard it again. The scream came from somewhere above. He stared at the wall in front of him and there she was. Her hands were cuffed to the wall, blood dripping from them. Her legs were cuffed together as well, bleeding. Her head was bent low as if she had no more will... as if she was dead.

The thought scared him and he tried to move towards her, to help her, but he found that he couldn't move. He tried to pull his legs from the ground but they just wouldn't move. Frustrated, he looked back up at her limp body against the wall helplessly.

She reminded him of the way Jesus was on a cross in those Muggle items. He tried to go to her, he tried to help her, but he couldn't move.

Then he heard it. A laughter unlike any other. It sounded evil and it rang through his mind. "Do you really think you can help her?" the voice asked then started laughing once more.

Draco twisted himself around to see the face of the voice, but it was no use. The source of the voice hid itself behind a dark hood... a hood that looked so much like that of a Death Eater. "Voldemort!" he yelled, fury taking over his very soul.

The voice laughed again and now suddenly stood in front of him. His voice was one of a hiss... like a snake. "Why Draco, you have figured it out haven't you?" the voice hissed.

He then moved away from him and looked up at the wall that held Ginny. "Isn't she a beauty?" he asked, not expecting an answer. Draco growled and watched with anger and fear at the lust-filled way Voldemort was staring at Ginny.

"What do you want with her?" he yelled at him once more. He could feel himself moving and then he realized he was in the same position as Ginny, but on the opposite wall of whatever hell hole they were in. He tried to move his arm, but he couldn't. The cuffs only tightened.

Voldemort smiled viciously then started to talk in a drone like voice. "You, Draco Malfoy, have brought her to me. You pushed her away so she came back to me once again..." he trailed off. Ginny now stood in front of him, not cuffed to the wall any more. He trailed a snake-like finger down her face and Draco screamed in agony feeling something burn through his skin.

"V...." he screamed, sitting up on the bed. He looked around his surroundings seeing that he was in his dorm room. He could feel the sweat, the bed sheets tangled around his feet.

That dream... it felt too real. He had seen Voldemort and he had seen... "Ginny.." he whispered. He ran a hand through his sweat soaked hair and sighed. He couldn't do anything right now. Moving away from the bed he went to the large window and stared outside.

Why would he imagine something like this? What did Voldemort mean? What game was he playing now?

So many questions ran through his mind as he tried to figure out what was going on. He knew that there had to be some dark magic involved for those headaches/visions that he continued to receive and now he had a pretty good idea of just who that was giving him these headaches.

You-Know-Who was a very powerful wizard, the most powerful dark wizard, and he was sure he would have no trouble getting something as simple as this done. 'You, Draco Malfoy, have brought her to me. You pushed her away so she came back to me once again...'

The words repeated in his head and he growled in frustration. That had to be a trick phrase. He was sure that Voldemort wanted him to be closer to Ginny. That was the message he got from the headaches... but lately he had been pushing her away.

Until tonight he had pushed her very far away from him. Tonight he had finally gone to her... but why did he have the dream now? Why after he had gone to Ginny?

Growling, he raked his hand through his hair once more and walked away from the window. His eyes were already adjusted to the dark so he didn't need any light. Grabbing his cloak, he decided he needed a walk to clear his head.

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Draco found himself walking in the hallway of the Astronomy Tower. He slowly walked up the stairs as quiet as he possibly could be so as not to get caught or anything. When he reached all the way up he found someone already there.

Her short red hair blew in the wind as she looked out at the stars. He took in a deep breath and approached her. "You always go for a midnight stroll?"

She turned around very quickly at hearing his voice. She was surprised to even see him here. She blushed a little, pulling her cloak around her a little bit more and then staring back out at the stars, not responding. He took a seat across from her staring intently at her. Even in the darkness he could see the light blush creeping up on her face.

"What--- um-- what are you doing here?" she asked, stumbling upon her own words and internally kicking herself for it.

"I couldn't sleep," he answered. It was an honest, quiet answer and he too stared out at the sky. From where they were, with no Muggle lights or other things to take away from the view, it was a gorgeous one. The stars were bright, there was a very cool breeze, and the moon was shining brightly upon them with very few clouds to cover it up. It was a beautiful night, but his attention kept returning to her... the one thing he thought was more beautiful.

She nodded her head at his answer and then looked at him with much concern. "You didn't get another headache did you?"

This time he shook his head. "No. No headaches," he replied, looking into her eyes and seeing the relief that floodded it. He wondered why she looked so relieved, or even concerned for that matter. They didn't exactly have the best of relationship.... but maybe, just mabye, it was beganing to become something more. "What about you?"

"Couldn't sleep either I guess," she said quietly, looking out once more. "Plus I don't come here that often," a blush creeped up on her face once more as she said this. She cleared her throat and continued, "I like looking up at the stars. The sky is really beautiful at night."

"Yes it is," he replid quietly, but his eyes were on her and not the sky that the topic of conversation. She turned to face him and smiled lightly. Her eyes caught his cloak, which gave a pretty good view of his bare chest. She quickly turned her eyes away from his chest, another blush making it's way to her face.

She cleared her throat again and asked in a hoarse sort of voice, "Aren't you cold?"

He smirked a little, but smiled more so. He had seen her gaze go down his chest and it pleased him to see her react that way. "Kind of." He looked at her expantantly waiting for her to meet his gaze, which she now seemed very reluctant to do. "Tonight is rather cold," he hinted, hoping her eyes would meet him.

Finally they did. His eyes held a twinkle and her's held a certain amount of shyness, embarressment, and something else he couldn't quite recognize. She was so innocent... so different from what he was used to that he found himself more attracted to her. It was as if she contained something that he could never have with anyone else... and that thought somewhat scared him.

"Care to keep me warm?" he asked with a smile. Her blush deepened at his words. He smiled a devlish smile and offered his hand to her. "Come here," he called out. She looked at him hesitantly and he did his best not to roll his eyes. "I promise I don't bite."

"Liar," she replied, trying to get rid of the sudden sexual tension that was in the air.

His forehead wrinkled in confusion and waited patiently for her explanation (which wasn't one of his best qualities, having patience that is). She removed her cloak some at the tie that held it together and showed him the hicky on her neck. "You bit me here," she sort of pouted as she told him this.

His eyes twinkled even more, which surprised her having been used to his usual cold eyes and now seeing this different side to him. "Well that was in the heat of passion," he mumbled out. "And you did the same."

She looked around his neck where she remembered leaving her mark, but narrowed her eyes when she saw none. "Oh and what are they? Invisible?" she asked sarcastically.

He looked down at himself and laughed a little. "I used a spell," he replied through his chuckle. She shook her head.

"You could've told me you know. Instead you let me go around for nearly a week with a damned hicky on my neck that I had to cover up, which only made me look like a nun," she complained, looking away from him stubbornly.

"Oh come on," he said. Seeing her determined look, he was tempted to apologize a little. Sighing, he fished out his wand from the inside pocket of his cloak. "Come here," he called out once more. She looked at him and he repeated it more determinedly this time.

She scooted forward on the window seat and came forward towards him. He pointed his wand at the spot where the hicky was and murmured an incantation. Smiling when he was done and the hicky removed, he looked at her with a smirk. "Happy?"

She just rolled her eyes and attempted to move away from him. But he stopped her and turned her around with a little force and then pulled her against him. Her back touched his naked chest, feeling the warmth of his skin seep through her garments. She sat stiff at first, but his arms wrapped around her slowly and she started to relax some.

Both sat quiet in this position as Ginny became more used to the whole thing and snuggled closer to him. This was so unusual. This was the first time she'd ever done something like this, let alone with Draco Malfoy. She seemed to be having a lot of firsts with Draco.

Her eyes went up to his jaw, which was the only thing she could see from her position and then she looked back out the window. They were so different from each other, yet for some reason something was happening between them.

She could feel it. She was sure of it, but what she wasn't sure of was what that 'it' was. She sighed, thinking that she was overanalyzing everything and she probably shouldn't. Something as simple as this (though the word simple seemed more like an understatement to her) shouldn't affect her this strongly, even if it was her first.

Draco heard her sigh and looked down at the top of her red head. He was actually holding her in his arms and for the first time in his life something felt like it was right. As if finally, after all this time, something fit.

It surprised him, pleased him and most of all shocked and scared him. What was he supposed to do with this? He wasn't the mushy type. He was rude and obnoxious and definitely not perfect. He was in some weird sense evil, very much unlike Potter. So what was he supposed to do about this?

Sure he was only 'evil' towards those that didn't know him and those that he didn't want to get to know. But who was there that really knew him? That made him sad because the answer was virtually no one knew him, the real him.

Could she be the one to know him? Could she be the one person that understood him? So far she had been a challenging for him. One minute she was kissing him with so much passion even he had felt overwhelmed, while the next minute she was blushing because she had seen his chest. She was a temptress, yet innocent at the same time.

He had never known such a mix before. It was unique, it was different, it made him feel good and he didn't know how to deal with that. Draco Malfoy had many girls. He had dated many of them, just snogged a lot of them, but never in his life had he gotten into a real relationship with any of them.

Sure you can call him him a scaredy cat because he feared commitment very much, either that or he just liked to snog woman and forget about them afterwards (which of course wasn't true). He too sighed this time, the different thoughts bothering him much more than he would've expected.

"How long do you plan on staying like this?" she asked quietly after the long silence. It wasn't an awkward one, it was a rather comfortable silence, both lost in their own thoughts.

"How long do you want to?" he retorted, afraid of her answer.

Much to his surprise she didn't answer, but just moved a little closer to him trying to escape the cold that came through the open window. He smiled in the dark and wrapped his arms around her tighter and just held her... something he had never done before.

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A slight giggle left her lips and he asked her to be quiet again. "You wouldn't want to get caught now would you?" he asked her quietly as they headed towards the Astronomy Tower.

She wrinkled her forehead at his question. "Of course not. This is just a little.... oh I don't know," she replied at a loss for the perfect word.

"I promise it'll be fun," he replied, stopping and turning to face her. He took her face in his and brought his lips down on hers. Her first response was a rather shy one before she grew more comfortable and kissed him back.

He smiled down at her after pulling away and then took her hand and started to walk towards the stairs that led up to the Astronomy Tower. "Harry are you sure this is a good idea?" she asked. She was more nervous about the aspect of sneaking around now that she was Head Girl. It would be very bad for her reputation and responsibilities as Head Girl to be sneaking around with her boyfriend for a late night snogging session.

He nodded. "Quiet Herm. I think I hear someone," he replied. She quieted down and listened as well, but heard nothing. Slowly the both of them walked up the stairs hidden by the invisibility cloak that his father had left for him.

Harry stopped immediately, reaching the top of the stairs with Hermione by his side and looked at the view quiet far away from him in shock. "What's wrong?" Hermione asked in a whisper and then turned her head towards the west side of the Astronomy Tower.

There she saw two figures sitting there. It was no doubt that these two figures were Draco Malfoy and Ginny Weasley. Draco's very light blonde hair was recognizable even from the small amount of light from the moon, as was Ginny's bright red hair that only a Weasley could have.

"What the hell is he doing?" Harry pushed out quietly through gritted teeth.

"I don't know, but Harry I don't think we should approach them," Hermione told him. Harry turned around to face her, his body very close to her because they shared the cloak, and looked at her in confusion. She grabbed his hand and slowly led him down the stairs and then stopped at the bottom. "Do you really want to get into a fight with Draco up here? Without knowing anything? And this time of the night getting not only yourself in trouble, but Ginny and I as well?"

"What do you expect me to do then Herm? Leave them up there? Leave her with him? What reason would she be with him anyway," Harry questioned.

For a second Hermione almost recognized that look on Harry's face as jealousy. "I don't know, but I do know that just jumping in there wouldn't help anyone. How about we talk to Ginny tomorrow..."

"And you expect her to be honest?" he asked incredulously.

"Maybe not, but then we can tell her what we saw. Please Harry," she pleaded with him.

Seeing the pleading look in his eyes he reluctantly nodded his agreement. Looking back at the steps and supressing his rage he let Hermione lead him back to the Gryffindor Tower.

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He moved his head a little closer to her neck, inhaling her unique scent. She smelled something like wild flowers and vanilla mixed together. He couldn't quite tell exactly what it was, but it was definitely something that he liked. He somewhat nuzzled closer to her neck, much to her surprise.

Ginny didn't move as his lips grazed her neck. It sent waves of small electric shocks through her body. She closed her eyes trying to capture the feel, the moment, into her memory. She didn't want to analyze anymore. She didn't want to think anymore. All she wanted to do was feel.

He made her feel like no one else ever had before. She didn't feel ignored or unimportant with him, as surprising as that may be. For some reason he gave her something that she had been craving for the past six years... and now... now she was finally getting it.

Oh it felt so different, so strange, so good... She could barely stand it as his lips made it's trail up to her ear where he nibbled on the soft lobe. She sighed a comfortable sigh, squirming a little under his touch. His hands moved at their own accord going down and entwining his fingers with hers as his lips trailed a line of soft kisses on her cheek, down her jaw, back to her neck, then up her jaw once more and finally ending at her ear once more.

"I like your hair cut," he whispered to her.

"I think you already told me that before," she said in a hoarse voice. Why did she react this way?

"Well it looks sexy on you. Makes you look like a temptress," he said huskily as his hands ran up her side, slightly touching the side of her breasts, feeling her shiver under his touch.

She didn't know how to respond to his words, nor his touch. She had never felt this way. His hands went on as if they had a mind of their own as his lips moved to the other side of her face giving it the same treatment. She was feeling rather hot all of a sudden, even in the cold Astronomy Tower.

"And you could never look like a nun," he told her, finally turning her around in his arms and taking her lips in his and kissing her softly. She felt a little shock, leaving enough space for him to slide his tongue into her mouth, tasting her unique taste, while his hand made their way under her cloak.

She couldn't feel anything but passion for him at this very moment. It felt good, so so very good. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling at the hair that was at the nape of his neck, bringing him closer to her, pressing his naked chest against her clothed ones. The heat radiated between them, surrounding them as he somewhat laid on top of her, lying her on her back on the window seat.

They were caught in the midst of passion as his hands found their way under her shirt. His hand made slow sure storkes, touching everything there was to touch, feeling everything there was to feel, marking his territory somehow, memorizing all there was to memorize of her.

She gasped at the sudden pleasure and anticipation. His hand softly ran over her abdomen, moving higher and higher...

Suddenly her senses hit her hard. She couldn't do this. Not here, not right now... and not with Draco. She started to push him away. "Draco stop," she moaned out softly, yet forcefully.

"Why?" he questioned in protest, his mind not registering her rejection and kissing her wildly on the lips.

For a second she responded kissing him back before pushing him away and gasping for air. "We... I... we just can't do this," she told him. Even though the motions had been slow and torturing, there was so much passion to it. It made her feel way to much and she just couldn't stand it.

He looked at her, registering her words, feeling the rejection, and covered up his emotions. "Whatever," was his response before he stood and left her there. He couldn't stand to stare at her after she rejected him once more. It hurt too much, no matter how much he didn't want it to.

She stared at his back. He was always walking away from her... maybe it was because she kept rejecting him. She didn't even know why she did, or why she felt whatever it was that she felt for him, but one thing was for sure. It was something that she had already begun to crave for. Something that she needed unlike anything else she had ever needed before.