Matters of Blood and Connection

Chapter 3: Leave Out All The Rest

She watched as Pansy and Blaise stood up and walked out of the library, leaving her with Malfoy, his gaze flitting to her after the doors closed and they were alone. He turned his attention back to her and Ginny held her breath as he came closer and sat down across from her, his mouth curling into a smirk.

"I know you don't mean that, Weasley," he said softly. "Because I know who you think I am."

"Why did you-?" Ginny began, but quickly changed her mind as she looked at him. "And who is it that I think you are, Malfoy?"

He smiled lazily and stretched his arms over his head before placing them on the table, just inches from Ginny, and cocked his head at her. "I'm not a bad guy," he said, reaching up to adjust his tie, but kept an eye on her all the same. "At least not anymore. You believe me, don't you?"

"You never give anyone a reason to trust you," said Ginny quickly, brushing a hand through her hair. "You're always so quick to judge everyone else and blame them for things they didn't do."

Draco's face twitched slightly so he rubbed it. "Well isn't that the pot calling the kettle black, Weasley?"

Ginny's eyes widened slightly. "What do you mean by that?"

He rolled his gray eyes and sighed dramatically. "Haven't you ever heard of the phrase the pot calling the kettle black? You're accusing me of doing the same thing you've done."

"Excuse me?"

Draco growled slowly and dragged a hand through his hair. "You judge all Slytherins unfairly, do you not?"

Ginny's stared at him and was overcome by the urge to slap him. Instead, she composed herself and said calmly, "You're all dirty, so what's your point, Malfoy?"

He pushed away the sudden desire to take hold of her frail, slender shoulders and throttle her until her head popped off, the idiot girl. She was really being stupid about this whole thing.

"Don't you get it, Ginny?" he said suddenly, his eyes widening at the slip. "Not all of us are dirty."

"I'll believe that when I see it."

He felt the anger boiling in his veins before he slammed his fist on the table, effectively startling her, his gray eyes narrowed as he bared his teeth at her. He watched her expression and felt the bitterness at her words ebb away abruptly. He stared at his hands and then said, "I don't really expect you to trust me at first glance, because if I were you, I wouldn't."

She watched the way he looked at his hands, the way his voice and eyes softened when she cringed at his actions, and most of all she noticed the sincerity behind his words, something that she never imagine he was capable of.

"That speech was lovely and all but it still doesn't explain why you sent those two away," she said as she bit her lip. "Are you about to say something they'd disapprove of?"

"I just did," he replied, leaning forward slightly. "Now about what you said before..."

"I didn't mean it, you bastard," Ginny growled.

He smiled wickedly and reached a hand out to grasp a piece of her red hair, twirling it between his fingers, his eyes dancing with amusement as he stared at her. "That's precisely why I broke things off with Pansy - she has no fire in her like she did when we first started dating. Do you understand?"

Ginny nodded silently and let his hand slide against her cheek, his fingertips warm against her skin, his breath like a brush of a feather against her lips. She pressed her elbows onto the table and pushed herself off of her chair so that she was very close to him, her eyes slipping shut at his touch.

Maybe tomorrow she would tell Pansy just how much she was missing.

She heard Draco's breath catch in his chest as the chair he was sitting in scraped the floor and he came over and pulled Ginny to her feet. His eyes flashed with something she hadn't seen before as his hand slipped behind her neck and his head bent down, his lips brushing hers gently; it was soft at first, then he applied a little more pressure, his tongue seeking entrance. When he felt her mouth part, his tongue took no hesitance in sweeping forward and playing with her own. Ginny's body reacted quite nicely to him, he noticed, as she twisted her fingers in his shaggy hair and yanked gently. He heard her moan against his lips and pulled her closer, his arms tightening around her small waist.

"We can't..." she breathed suddenly pushing him back.

His hands slid across her face to cup her cheeks and his eyes focused on her. "I've wanted to for so long, please, Ginny."

Her brown eyes widened and she whispered, "This isn't right."

Draco smiled tenderly and brushed his lips against hers once more. He didn't let her get another word in as he kissed her fiercely, throwing everything he heard about her out of his mind.

Her hands trembled against his body as she pulled him close, her eyes flickering as his lips found her neck. He lifted her up and placed her on the table, wasting no time in crawling on top of her and catching her mouth with his. He could feel the heat emanating from her body as he put his hands on her hips.

"I've been having a lot of dreams about you lately," he muttered, his lips brushing her earlobe. "It's been so hard to stay away from you for all these months." He sat up gingerly and stared at her. "Didn't you feel something when we passed each other in the halls or locked eyes in the Great Hall?"

Ginny went to shake her head when his lips found hers again and he pulled her into a sitting position, his arms going around her body. Suddenly, there was a loud bang and a fluttering noise, and Ginny gasped as she pulled away from Draco, glancing toward the library doors as the person standing there.