Surprised By Love

Chapter Six

~Ginny's POV~

I tapped my foot impatiently under the library desk my school books covered. I was trying to do my Transfiguration homework, but I was waiting for Hermione to get out of Arithmancy, so she could tell me how her Potions class went.

After our long talk last night, she decided that I needed help, and that she was the right person for the job. She told me they were making a truth potion in class today. She, even though she hated him with every fiber of her body (her words, not mine), was going to make sure she was his lab partner.

To be honest I didn't want to know what happened. It's not like he has any feelings for me. I am a Weasley after all.

I sighed and closed the book in front of me. I knew I wouldn't be getting any studying done until I talked to Hermione. I stood up to return the book I'd been reading.

I stood on my tiptoes trying to put the book back when a warm hand brushed over mine and easily put the book back in place.

I whirled around (not an easy feat, if you ask me) and found myself in close proximity of Draco Malfoy. I shivered at the fact that his body was a mere three inches away from mine.

He put his hands on either side of my face on the bookcase, and gray eyes, looking almost silver, were watching my face intently, as if he was trying to figure something out.

Oddly enough, it didn't scare me. It was . . . exciting. We both stood there for what seemed like hours. My heart was beating rapidly and only one thought kept repeating itself in my head: was he finally going to kiss me?

A ghost of a smirk played on his lips and he moved his hand to stroke my cheek softly. He then set his mouth in a determined line and bent his head.

My breath caught as I felt his tongue raked my neck. One work crossed my mind as I held on to the bookcase for dear life. Wow.

I was tingling from head to toe. The room began spinning just as my heart started pounding violently in my chest. He had a very experienced mouth, I noted as it moved towards the sensitive spot behind my ear.

My arms instinctively came around his waist, pulling him closer. My knees weren't going to hold me up much longer if he kept this up.

Draco's mouth continued on its journey, much to my joy and amazement. It was now on my jaw line. He paused and let out a soft breath in my ear. It made my whole body shake.

"So tell me, Weasel, do you wish I was Potter?"

I froze and let my hands drop without a second thought. He does all that, works my blood to boiling, and then has the gall to mention Harry? I pushed him away with hardly any effort.

Malfoy gazed at me through carefully hooded eyes. He didn't' say anything as he raised an eyebrow at me.

My blood was surging through my veins. I could feel my Weasley temper begin to flare up, just as my face was getting redder. How he could he still be so arrogant? As if what happened wasn't important enough to give a second thought to.

Why would I even think he'd want anything to do with me? When we did kiss, he seemed to like me too. What a fool I've been. I felt tears prick my eyes suddenly. Why did it matter so much?

"Just leave me alone, Malfoy," I grabbed my bag and stole a quick glance at him. A deep frown was set on his face, marring his beautiful features.

I walked blindly but quickly down the hall. I just wanted to be alone and have a good cry.

I didn't notice the sound of heavy footsteps directly behind me.

"Was Ganger telling the truth?"

I stopped and whirled around. Malfoy's voice was calm and steady, but his body and features told another story.

His forehead was creased in . . . well, worry and his hands were stuffed in his pockets.

"Was Hermione telling the truth about what?" What was he talking about? Oh, god. The truth potion. The thought hit my stomach like a block of ice.

"She said that, well." He paused and swallowed noticeably. "She said you like me."

Malfoy frowned and looked at me with pleading eyes. He seemed to want someone to care about him. He probably didn't have a lot of people worrying, truly worrying about him. Just him.

I shook my head sadly and watched as his face fell in disappointment. "I didn't think so. I mean, why would you? I've done nothing but insult your family for years."

I raised an eyebrow and shook my head again. "Draco, you really are a stupid git, did you know that?"

And with that, I pushed him against the wall and planted my lips firmly on his. Just before I closed my eyes, I saw his own widen with shock.

He resisted for a bout two seconds before kissing me back. He wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me even closer than I already was. He held me carefully, treating my like a precious jewel. No one had ever made me feel like that. That special, that important. It thrilled me.

His arms moved from my waist to my back and he began to nibble on my lower lip. It made a moan that sounded oddly like a purr, escape my lips. He took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, sliding his tongue past my lips.

It was a jolt to my system. It made me feel warm and safe all over. Along with the shivers of pleasure racing through my body. I felt on fire everywhere our skin met.

I ran my hands through his hair, ruffling it up a bit. I pulled away a bit to catch my breath. Well, he IS a great kisser.

"Does that answer your question?" I whispered.

Draco smiled, a real smile. "I think so," he replied. He voice wavered and he closed his eyes when I placed a hand on his cheek. And I realized he was trembling.

I moved both my hands to his waist and he did the same. We stood there for awhile, hugging like that, every now and then kissing the other softly.

I was surprised I was still able to stand. My knees were quaking badly. But my heart felt light and wonderful and warm. Scratch that, I felt like that all over.

Draco's head was nuzzled in my neck and I could feel his shallow breaths tickling me.

I hated to ruin the moment, but . . . "Draco, do you think it's a good idea to stay here, like this?"

I felt him freeze and he pulled away to look at me. His gray eyes were piercing. "Say it again."

"Do you think it's a good-"

He shook his head fiercely. "No, say my name."

"Draco," I repeated softly.

He grinned broadly. "You know, it sounds good on your lips." He pulled me close for another searing hot kiss.

It felt like I could never get enough. I wanted to have him close always, and it scared me to death. I barely knew him and already felt so strong feelings for him. Was this normal?

Draco pulled away first this time. He ran a hand absentmindedly through his hair, messing it up even more. It was definitely a good look for him.

"Listen, Ginny, there's something you need to know-"

"Ginny, what's going on?"

Oh, bugger. I closed my eyes in annoyance. What a way to ruin a perfectly good moment.

I turned my head slightly, not leaving the comfort of Draco's arms. "What does it look like to you, Harry?"