(Author’s Note) So sorry for the delay folks! I’ve been busy on my college newspaper and then this chapter turned out to be twice as long as I had thought it would be. It might be a week or two until I can get the next chapter out. (As finals get closer, my updates may become slower.) I hope this can tide you over! As always, please review! Your feedback really does motivate me to write during the little free time that I have!
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Chapter 16: Save the Last Dance for Me
October 31, 1997
Preparing for the Halloween ball had taken more time than either of the Heads had anticipated. In turn, the prefects had been forced to devote more time and energy to the ball than previously considered, leaving everyone involved exhausted.
However, for a most unlikely pair the exasperating planning involved with such an event was beginning to become an occasion to annoy them to their respective deaths.
Draco and Ginny hadn’t spent a single moment alone together in a week, save for the brief moments in which Hermione had Ginny running supplies to and from the Head Boy’s room. Unfortunately, with all the prefects from Slytherin and Ravenclaw present in Draco’s Head Boy suite, the two couldn’t spend more than a moment alone or chance looking at each other the wrong way for fear of someone catching them.
Ginny was at the end of her rope, and when she overheard Draco telling Hermione that it might actually be faster to all work in the same place, she knew Draco was at the end of his too.
On the bright side, however, Hermione and Ginny managed to steal a few hours to go into Hogsmeade for an arranged Hogsmeade weekend. Dumbledore had consented on a trip to the familiar village for those needing to buy costumes for the ball. After the week of decorating and planning that never seemed to end, Ginny merely wanted to find a costume that looked half-way decent on her and be done with it all.
In her slightly deluded logic, she couldn’t see the point in shopping so extensively for an outfit that at the end of the evening would be ripped off by the only person whose opinion mattered to her anyway.
So Ginny was in luck when she found a deep emerald green and silver renaissance dress within her budget that fit her perfectly. The shop owner had even set aside shoes that would match the ensemble. She smiled when she tried the dress on for the first time. Hermione had loved it on her, and she knew Draco’s heart would stop. And, as an added bonus, her brother was likely to fall down dead with the amount of cleavage that was shown. It wasn’t obscene by any means, however even the slightest bit of shown skin was enough to send her brother around the bend.
Ironically after finding the perfect dress, by the time the end of the week came, Ginny wasn’t even sure she wanted to go to the dance. Her body was raging with so much desire for the man she had been separated from during this week that she wasn’t entirely sure she would be able to keep it at bay until this evening. She was, to some extent, afraid that the moment she saw him she might actually jump him.
Yet here Ginevra Weasley stood in her dorm, in front of a full-length mirror Hermione had conjured up to help them get ready. She smiled at the thought of her friend. One thing she did love about this past week-from-hell was the time she had gotten to spend with her longtime female confidant. Though it was hard to avoid all questions the brunette had about Ginny’s love life - which Ginny insisted was non-existent - she still enjoyed the girl’s company.
Since the beginning of the school year, it felt to Ginny as if she had spent barely any time with the trio. Then again, they were a trio; so her fourth member existence was really nothing but a fourth wheel. She knew when the time came for Harry to go fight Voldemort they wouldn’t let her stand beside them on the frontlines. Despite her defense ability being on the same par as all of theirs, they would never allow her to join them in what was sure to be a fight to the death.
“Ginny! You look gorgeous! I fear you’ll give poor Neville a heart attack.” Hermione giggled as she walked into the room, snapping Ginny out of her reverie.
“It’s not Neville I worry about.” Ginny murmured under her breath as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her dress was a deep emerald green with silver detail and trim. She smiled as she took in the corset-like bodice that hugged her upper body perfectly before the dress flared out into a full skirt. Her arms were covered in fitted sleeves that flared out in a more sheer material at the elbow. Though no one could see it but her and Draco, the necklace that hung around her neck matched perfectly.
“What was that?” Hermione adjusted her strapless gown before fixing the tiara to make sure it wouldn’t move while she was dancing.
“I was just thinking about how badly Ron’s going to freak out when he sees me.” She lied as she looked at Hermione. “You know, dressing like a princess really suits you. It looks quite natural.”
Hermione chuckled. “Thanks. And don’t worry about your brother, leave Ron to me.”
That last statement caught Ginny by surprise forcing her to narrow her eyebrows in curiosity. Before she could ask any questions on the subject, however, Hermione had already pulled out her wand and pulled Ginny back in front of the mirror. “What on earth are you doing?”
“I just learned a new hair charm. It would work perfectly with the whole renaissance look, now stand still.”
Putting her faith in the Head Girl, Ginny stood still in front of the mirror, eyes closed, as Hermione muttered a few unfamiliar words and swished her wand. “Beautiful!” Ginny opened her eyes and Hermione’s cheerful evaluation of the charm.
Her jaw dropped as once again stared at herself in the mirror, her long ginger-colored hair now falling down her back and around her shoulders in flawless waves. Slowly, she smiled. She couldn’t remember ever looking this gorgeous before. Hermione had been right; this hairstyle complimented her outfit perfectly. “I love it!” She turned as she hugged the brunette behind her.
Hermione hugged her back as she smiled. “Not a problem.” Pulling away from the hug she looked at herself in the mirror. “Now, how do I look?”
Ginny smiled. “Like a princess.”
“Perfect,” Hermione winked, “now let’s go find those men who call themselves our dates.”
Ginny let out a giggle as she followed her excited female counterpart out the door and down to the common room.
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“He’s going to freak.” Neville whispered under his breath as he escorted Ginny to the Great Hall.
After pausing to make sure Ron and Hermione, who were only a few feet in front of them didn’t hear, she replied. “I would consider that an added bonus.”
“He might go on a killing rampage and ‘Avada’ every male who looks at you. I’m only hoping he’ll grant me pardon as I am your date.”
Ginny rolled her eyes. “Honestly, I have much doubt that he’s capable of killing anyone - save it be his father. He won’t say it but I can see in his eyes that he’s becoming increasingly frustrated with his sire.”
Neville nodded, unable to either confirm or deny the observation. “Have you talked to him about it?”
“I’m sure I could. And I’m sure if I did, he’d answer me honestly. However, I don’t want him to feel like I’m trying to pry. He has plenty of other people in his life for that, when he wants to talk to me about it, he will.”
“You really love him, don’t you.” It wasn’t question, but a statement of fact. Though he had been unsure of the relationship between his friend and one of his enemies at first, he was beginning to see that perhaps it was a good thing. Maybe it would help to break down these walls society had placed on them. If two complete opposites who had been born and raised to hate each other could become friends then lovers, then what other impossibility was really possible?
Ginny looked at him, a blush creeping up her cheeks as she smiled. “Yes, I really do.”
The conversation seemed to end at the perfect moment as they approached the doors to the Great Hall. Opening the door, Neville paused to let his date walk in before him. She smiled as she took in all the decorations that she had spent the past week arranging and re-arranging.
“Beautiful job on the decoration Gin.”
“Thanks Neville, but I assure you it wasn’t all me.” She laughed as her eyes combed the room for a head of blond hair.
“Who are you looking for?” She nearly jumped when Harry came to stand beside her.
She smiled politely at him, still slightly unnerved by his feelings for her. “Just seeing who is and isn’t here. Where’s your date?”
He shrugged. “Decided to come stag. There was someone I wanted to bring, but she was otherwise taken.”
Ginny nodded, trying her hardest to forget the fact that he was referring to her. “That’s too bad.”
He shrugged again, which Ginny was beginning to find annoying. “You win some you lose some. Probably best, as I should stay concentrated on the upcoming battle and not other things that will come later.”
She didn’t to ask what he had meant by the end of his comment, she simply knew. And it unnerved her even more. Lucky for her, Neville had heard it too and found it the perfect moment to save his thoroughly uncomfortable friend. “Care to start this evening out with a dance, Gin?”
She smiled at him, her eyes telling him how thankful she was for his timing. “Well, that is the reason I came with you, is it not?” She laughed, knowing full-well she was being escorted by the best dancer in the room.
He blushed. “Practice makes perfect,” he replied as he led her onto the dance floor.
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Pansy rolled her eyes at her date as he looked to the other side of the room. She knew by the look on his face who had just arrived. She also knew that she could be standing on her hands doing a tap dance and at this moment Draco Malfoy would not notice.
Knowing exactly whom she would see, she glanced in the direction of the door and smiled. She often enjoyed being right. “She looks beautiful.”
“I’m trying to think of Quidditch stats but it’s not working.” He muttered. Mentally, his thoughts were ranging from ones he should not be having in a public setting to questioning whether or not he could get away with murdering every male who looked at his date in any way other than innocent friendship.
She laughed, unaccustomed to seeing her friend so undone. “Shall we dance then?”
“What?” He looked at her in utter confusion.
“Dance?” Upon seeing his perplexed expression she paused, “Draco, you are aware we’re at a ball, are you not?”
“Ball? Oh… Dance. Yes, of course.”
She stifled the laughter that she wanted to be rolling on the floor with as she dragged him, showing far less etiquette and grace than she had been raised with, onto the floor. “And stop looking at her before you have to hide a whole lot more than a relationship.” Her eyes quickly glanced downwards in a signal to what she as referring to.
“Why is Potter talking to her?”
“Why the bloody hell are you still looking?”
“I haven’t gotten a moment alone with her in a week. And there stands Potter, talking to her at complete ease while he pathetically attempts to look down her dress. Do you realize how torturous this evening is going to be for me? And with her dressed like that?”
“Draco, seriously, take a deep breath and move your attention off of her.”
Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and smiled as a familiar song came on. He had learned a few dances to this song and had been surprised to discover that its singer was in fact about as muggle as he was. At this moment in time, however, he couldn’t get over how fitting the words were to the situation he presently found himself in.
You can dance every dance with the guy
Who gives you the eye, let him hold you tight
You can smile-every smile for the man
Who held your hand beneath the pale moon light
But don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darling save the last dance for me
As he moved effortlessly across the dance floor with Pansy, he took notice of the way Ginny did the same with her date. He frowned at that term. He wasn’t entirely accepting of the fact that he couldn’t bring his own girlfriend as his date.
He watched out of the corner of his eye as she danced a perfect tango with Neville Longbottom. He raised an eyebrow of surprise, he had no idea that Longbottom could dance so well. Perhaps the Gryffindor had more social propriety than previously thought.
His heart clenched as he saw Ginny smile and laugh at something Longbottom had said. The only thing that was going to get him through tonight was the firm knowledge that she would be coming home with him.
Oh I know that the music's fine
Like sparklin' wine, go and have your fun
Laugh and sing, but while we're apart
Don't give your heart to anyone
But don't forget who's takin' you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darlin' save the last dance for me
Ginny’s gaze found the head of blond hair, and the body attached to it, that she had begun searching for when she had first entered the room. She smiled wistfully, wishing she could be in Pansy’s place at that moment.
It had been harder than she originally thought to be at a dance with her boyfriend, but not truly with him. She let out a sigh as she saw him laugh, before he tried to cover it up, knowing that he hardly ever let his guard down enough in public settings to do something like truly smile or laugh.
She knew there was no danger of losing him to the girl he was there with tonight, but still she found her only shred of comfort in the thought of whose arms he would be in tonight.
Baby don't you know I love you so
Can't you feel it when we touch
I will never never let you go
I love you oh so much
“Take your mind off it,” the respective dance partners told their otherwise distracted dates.
“You only have to last a few more hours,” the raven-haired one spoke as the other simultaneously assured his partner of her mate’s love.
The words seem to serve as only a momentary placation before each of their respective partners were once again trying to catch unseen glances at the other.
You can dance, go and carry on
Till the night is gone
And it's time to go
If he asks if you're all alone
Can he walk you home, you must tell him no
'Cause don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darling, save the last dance for me
Draco nodded at Pansy’s comment, yet only a moment later found himself trying once again to sneak a glance at his lover. “A few hours is far too long.”
“It’s too late to change the plan, any form of civil conversation with them will seem suspicious. You two are looking far too shifty as it is; one real look at either of you and the cover is blown to hell.” Pansy tried hard to mentally quell her nervousness. She had bad feeling that they were going to get caught and that the results would be far less than pretty.
“Then it’s a good thing no one dares to poke their nose into my private affairs.”
“That’s true as far as you’re concerned - while at Hogwarts anyway. However, Harry Potter has been staring like a starving puppy at Gin all night long.”
Draco’s eyes darkened considerably when his nemesis’ name was mentioned. “You know, I never had a real reason to hate Potter before. It feels good to be justified this time around.”
“How is your hatred of him now justified? Because he’s attracted to your girlfriend? Look around Draco, half the men in this room are attracted to her. Do you hate all of them too?”
He glared pointedly at the raven-haired woman in front of him. “How the hell you got into Slytherin is beyond me.”
She shrugged, “The hat wanted to put me in Ravenclaw at first. Fully aware that my parents would disown me if I ended up in any house other than Slytherin, I convinced it I was sneaky enough to be in the house I now call home.”
“I always thought the hat was stupid.” He rolled his eyes as he caught one more peek at Ginny Weasley, “How much longer did you say we had to be here?”
'Cause don't forget who's taking you home
And in whose arms you're gonna be
So darling,save the last dance for me
Save the last dance for me
Save the last dance for me.
“I know he loves me but damn this is bloody hard.” Ginny groaned in reply to Neville’s reassurance.
“No one ever said it would be easy.”
She glared at him, “Thank you Mr. Smartass.”
“Ouch. Malfoy’s really not doing much for your social skills.”
She shook her head in apology. “Sorry Neville. I just, I didn’t imagine it would be this hard to be in the same room with him. I mean, we do it every day during meals, and in the hallways we pass each other as if it is nothing. We even do fake arguments in which I have tried on more than one occasion to hex him. I didn’t think this would be any more difficult than that would be.”
“The problem is that tonight is all about couples and love and attraction. It would only be worse if it was a Valentine’s Ball. You’re surrounded by examples of what you can’t be like in public, which is making it all the more challenging for you to not blow your cover.”
She smiled at Neville as the song began to end and he dipped her. “Neville? When did you become so smart?”
He let out a chuckle as he shrugged. “I suppose it comes naturally.”
“Thank you.” She smiled genuinely as she pulled him into a hug. “Seriously, I don’t know what I would do without you.”
He laughed as he pulled back, “You would suffer pitifully in silence.”
She sighed, “yeah, actually. Thank you for being so understanding.”
“That’s what friends are for Ginny. I’ll be honest, I still haven’t given my real approval, but I can see how much you care for him and if his constant attempts at glancing at you this evening are any indication of his own, then I suppose I can believe that he cares for you just as much.”
“I can’t thank you enough.”
“You really don’t have to thank me at all.”
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Several hours, more than enough rounds of punch and quite a few dances later Ginny let out a moan and a sigh as she grabbed her head in fake pain.
Her brother and Harry seemed to be on their feet at once, ready to carry her to the Hospital wing. It had taken five minutes before Ginny managed to adamantly convince them that they should stay and enjoy the dance, her date would take her to see Madam Pomfrey.
With their final acquiescence, both Ginny and Neville made their exit in the way toward the supposedly intended wing before doubling back toward the Head dormitories.
Now, twenty minutes after leaving the Great Hall, Ginny leaned against the wall in the shadowed alcove as she waited patiently for Draco to meet her.
She looked to the brown-haired boy that stood leaning against the wall across from her. “You can go back to the dance or our common room, you know. I’m a big girl fully capable of waiting here alone.”
He smiled a smile she could barely see in the darkened shadows as he nodded. “I know. I don’t want to leave until he comes. You may trust and love him, but I don’t know Malfoy the way you do. My faith is not yet great enough to be assured he won’t stand you up.”
“If Pansy would have let him, he would have followed us straight back here. As it is, we planned this carefully to make sure no one would have any reason to connect dots between any of the four of us.”
“Your guile is beginning to scare me. Are you sure you weren’t meant for Slytherin?” Neville chuckled.
“Positive, but let’s face it, we all have a little bit of each of the four houses in us, there are just certain parts of our individual characters that are more prominent than the others - hence the four individual houses.”
“And your intelligence is beginning to intimidate me,” he muttered. She only laughed in response.
Ginny opened her mouth to make another comment but Neville was quick to shush her, his ears listening intently to the unmistakable noises of people coming up the hallway. They both stood still and silent, waiting to see if the persons coming their way were the two they were waiting on.
It wasn’t long before unmistakable voices were heard and Ginny’s face lit with excitement. However, she still stood quiet, taking the moment to eavesdrop on the two childhood friends.
“I don’t see why you had to make me wait so bloody long to leave. We could have left at the same time as them and no one would have thought twice. Hell, I could have just thrown some boorish comment out about Gryffindors and people wouldn’t have sensed a thing.” An unmistakable voice could be heard, obviously bitter for being held back from leaving the ball when he had so evidently wanted to.
“Quiet Draco or someone might hear you.” Pansy hissed.
“Yes, well, I’m beginning to not give a damn.” Draco spoke, entirely piqued over the entire situation at hand.
Pansy stopped walking only a mere feet from where Ginny and Neville stood, pulling Draco’s arm back as she did so. “Draco, you better start giving a damn before word gets to your father about this love of yours. You’re already on thin ice there - and don’t you dare deny it!” She was quick to stop him from attempting to contradict her. “You can fool whoever you like about how you’re handling the situation with your father and his wishes for you, but you can’t fool me. I know your family, Draco, and I know that your father will only take you pushing him off for so long before he screws being discreet and in hiding, and approaches you face-to-face here.” She sighed as she took a deep breath. “I know you love Gin, I do too. I just worry, you know that. I guess all I’m trying to say is that you need to be more careful.”
Draco stared at the young woman in front of him for a moment before nodding. “I know. Now, can we go before you suddenly turn into my mother?” He raised an eyebrow.
She let out a small chuckle as she let go of his arm and once again began to walk toward his suite. “And just for the record, had I allowed you to go near enough to her to leave at the same time as her there would have been the all too real and unpreventable possibility that you would lose your cool and jump her right there.”
He rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to say something but was cut off by the sound of someone clearing their throat. He turned smoothly to see who had been listening to them, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the ginger-red tresses he had fallen in love with.
He smiled the smile reserved solely for her as he walked towards her, his arms scooping her up as his lips kissed her forehead. Pulling back he dropped a kiss on her lips before pulling away enough to get a full look at her.
His voice was filled with the same awe that was present in his love-filled eyes as he spoke. “You look so incredibly gorgeous. Like a renaissance goddess.” His hand caressed her cheek, “I love you.”
She smiled as her heart melted. “I love you too. And I’ve missed you so damn much.” She whispered as her arms snaked around his waist. Pulling his lips down to meet hers again, she kissed him hard. Pulling back, she whispered, “I’ve been wanting to do that all night.”
He smiled against her lips. “Me too.”
Neville stared dumbfounded as he watched the Slytherin who had spent the past seven years denigrating him as he treated Neville’s best friend with the utmost love and respect. It was at that moment that all his fears for his ginger-haired date faded away. “Amazing, eh?” A voice sounded from beside Neville.
He nodded as his eyes moved from the couple before him to the raven-haired beauty next to him. He had never really taken the time to really look at Pansy Parkinson in recent years. She had outgrown the awkward years of being pug-faced and managed to truly turn into a ravishingly gorgeous young woman. “It really is. I watched as he stared at Ginny like a love-sick puppy all evening, but I never really imagined…” His voice faded off as he let out an approving sigh and nod.
“I don’t believe we’ve ever been properly introduced over the past seven years.” She held out her hand in way of greeting, “I’m Pansy Parkinson.”
“Neville Longbottom.” He smiled as he took her hand and placed a kiss on the back of her hand.
Her mouth gaped like a fish for a moment before she realized she was close to drooling. Gone were the days where Neville Longbottom was an inept adolescent. Pansy watched with enamored eyes as the brown-haired young man let go of her hand and stood to his full height.
She blinked a few times, a thought occurring to her as she began to regain her full composure. “Not that it’s really of any consequence, but the name Longbottom… Isn’t that still pureblooded?”
Neville let out a small chuckle, “Yes, it is - I mean…” he blushed as he stumbled with his words, “Yes, I am a pureblood.”
Pansy shook her head, “I’m sorry that was rude of me to ask.”
“Really, it’s okay. I put my foot in mouth plenty of times daily, not that you just did that…” He paused as he ran a hand over his face, “I think that I should perhaps stop talking now.”
Pansy smiled as she let out a chuckle of amusement. “On the contrary, I quite enjoy talking to you.” Her eyes moved to look at the love-struck couple that still stood next to them. Shaking her head she cleared her throat loud enough for them to hear her. “Perhaps you two should take that inside?” She raised an eyebrow.
Ginny blushed as she nodded pulling Draco towards the portrait door to his suite. Draco followed before pausing and turning back to Pansy and Neville. Taking a few steps toward Neville, he did something he never before dreamed of himself doing. He stuck his hand out in a truce. Neville stood a moment before grasping the blond’s hand and shaking it. “Thanks for taking care of her this evening, and thank you for keeping her the hell away from Potter.”
Neville laughed at that before nodding, “Not a problem. I’d do anything for Gin so long as it’s in her best interest. She’s like a sister to me. That said, I feel it’s only fair to warn you that if you hurt her in any way, I will not hesitate in dropping foxglove in your morning pumpkin juice.”
Though not entirely sure what foxglove was, Draco nodded in understanding. “You have nothing to worry about, I assure you.” That said, he nodded good evening to Pansy before turning to follow his girlfriend in the familiar quarters.
“Don’t be too late!” Pansy called after them, still slightly fearful that their carefully laid plans would in some way go awry.
“Don’t worry about them.” Neville placed a cautious hand on her back.
Surprised at the tingles that ran up her spine from the touch of hand, she could only manage a nod. Swallowing her sudden nervousness, she turned to look at the well-built man next to her. “Foxglove? That’s a muggle herb, is it not? Extremely poisonous if I’m not mistaken. How are you familiar with it?”
It was Neville’s turn to gape at the woman before him as he nodded. “That’s right. I…Well, I excel in herbology so much that Professor Sprout has me studying up on the more potent muggle herbs and plants.”
Her eyes lit up in fascination. “Really? I’d love to hear about what you’ve learned!” She blushed as she realized how over-eager she sounded. “Sorry, I’ve just always had a strange fascination with herbology. I excelled quite well last year, but my parents find the subject to be completely useless so they forbid me from taking it this year.” She frowned at the thought of her Death Eater parents.
“You’re interested in herbology?” Neville’s eyes grew wide as his new-found feelings for the girl in front of him grew ten-fold. “I can teach you what Sprout has taught me this year so far, if you like.”
“I’d love that!” She smiled wide as she mentally made note to thank Ginny for being such good friends with Neville Longbottom.
* * *
After making sure the portrait door closed behind them, Draco turned to look at the woman he had fallen so uncontrollably in love with. He smirked as he watched her pull out a wand to light various candles in the room.
Turning back to face him, her lips mirrored his smirk. “How’s that for romance?”
“I don’t wish to sound so uncharacteristically pathetic, but I don’t need a mood to be set to feel attracted to you.” He walked the few feet so that they were only inches apart.
Her smirk turned into a smile as she let out a laugh. “Whatever have I done to you? You use to be all conniving and harsh, now look at you: You’ve spent the whole night looking like someone ran over your puppy.”
He glared at her before putting his hands on her hips and pulling her to him. “You’re all ready quite aware of how much of an act I put on for everyone else. Let’s face it, I’m only wholly myself when I’m alone with you.”
“I love you Draco. I would do anything for you, you know that right?”
He looked at her quizzically. “What’s wrong?”
She shook her head before looking away, allowing her temple to rest on his shoulder. “I just heard Pansy and you talk on your way to the alcove. I worry about you Draco. No one is more aware of how capable and ruthless your father is than me. I’ve seen the way he would leave his own son; his cruelty is comparable to only Voldemort.”
Gently he cupped her face, forcing her to look at him. “I don’t want you to worry about me Gin.” He closed his eyes momentarily as he shook his head. “Let’s not talk about this, not now. Not tonight.”
She took a deep breath as she nodded in agreement. Tilting her head up, her lips met his in a feather-light kiss.
Flicking his wand, Draco cued the song being played currently in the Great Hall to be heard in his private chambers. Pulling her to him, he moved against her in a seductive slow dance.
“I suppose it’s a sign that the teacher’s have begun to turn in for the night when they start playing songs like this,” Draco grinned wickedly as his hands roamed up her back, allowing the first verse of an unfamiliar song set the mood.
“There you go again when you
Rub up against my skin
I have to catch my breath
I began to sweat, oh
Lips tracin' down my neck and
it's scarin' me to death
How'd you learn to draw me
to the cliff
Just to push me off
Just to push me off the edge”
Ginny let out a sigh of agreement as she allowed her temple to once against rest against his shoulder. One arm draped around his torso, she let her free hand play with the buttons on his renaissance shirt. She remembered the irony of finding that they had each dressed out of the Renaissance era without telling the other.
She let out a quiet moan as his hand softly roamed up her back and his head bent to kiss her neck. She hadn’t even realized when she had fully unbuttoned his shirt and had pushed it off of him, the white dress shirt now resting in a heap on the floor.
She could barely feel the back of her dress loosen as he untied the corset-like upper half of the gown.
In one swift move, he twirled her so she now swayed with her back against his chest. With one of his hands resting on her hip, holding her to him securely, the other roamed up her abdomen. Her sudden intake of breath and look of pure ecstasy on her relaxed face was his only indication to how she was feeling at the moment.
Mentally, he knew if she rubbed against him in this fashion much longer there would be no doubt in her mind how he was feeling.
He let his lips trace her neck once again she moved against him, her actions naturally becoming more seductive. He took in a sudden gasp of breath as one of her arms came around his neck and the other guided his hand higher up on her torso.
His hand reached her shoulder as he pushed the beautiful green fabric down off her body.
“Damn, I hate the way you know me and
Damn, you kill me when you hold me
Like I'm your world,
Like this won't hurt
Like a favorite curse hittin' every nerve
Damn I'm fightin' and I'm losin' and
Damn you, you're pullin' and I'm pushin'
I'm wrestlin' with,
I toss and twist
Till finally I give in, Damn…”
Neither could hear another word of the song as their emotions and urges took over their actions, each needing the other to fulfill an insatiable need that only they could attempt to quench.
Her lips captured his from the attention they were giving her neck as he began to move them closer to the bed.
If someone asked them later when it was they had actually fallen heatedly onto the lush Head Boy bed, neither would have been able to tell you for the night had began to blur the moment they had stepped into the room.
The moment their worlds had stopped spinning, Draco moved from on top on his beautiful girlfriend, rolling off of her, and pulling her to his chest. Each was silent as they took a minute to absorb everything.
“I don’t believe there are words.” Draco finished her sentence and she nodded against him in agreement.
“I love you Draco.”
“I love you too Gin.” He moved to kiss the top of her head as she snuggled against his chest.
“I’m exhausted,” she moved to cover her mouth as she let out a yawn.
“Close your eyes.” He told her soothingly, his hand rubbing her back absent-mindedly.
“I can’t, I have to go back to the tower before someone notices I’m gone.” Her words were filled with fatigue as she moved to cover another yawn.
Her eyes were already drooping as he said, “You still have an hour or so, I’ll wake you when it’s time.”
“Aren’t you tired?”
He smiled wistfully as he replied to her question. “I prefer to watch you sleep,” but she was already asleep before she could hear his answer.
Content with her in his arms as he watched his angel sleep, he hardly realized when he too began to drift off to a world of dreams. His last coherent thought being the realization that this was the first time they had truly slept together.
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* The song Pansy/Draco and Neville/Ginny dance to is called ‘Save the Last Dance for Me’ and is supposed to be the version performed by Michael Bublé. The title of the chapter also comes from the song.
* The song Draco/Ginny dance to is called ‘Damn’ and is performed by LeAnn Rimes.
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