Chapter 12 : Crossing Boundaries
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Ginny stretched her arms above her head and let out a completely satisfied sigh. With effort, she rolled over on her side to look at Draco, who was still trying to catch his breath. She giggled. “Do you appreciate my Christmas spirit a bit more now?”
“I applaud your Christmas spirit,” Draco informed her as he reached out to wrap an arm around her and drag her closer. Ginny snuggled up against his chest, and grabbed the blanket to pull up over both of them. Draco was drifting off to sleep, when he felt himself overheating. He opened his eyes and glared at the blanket. Throwing it off of himself, and back over her, he asked, “How can you be cold?”
“Well it probably has to do with the fact that I’m naked,” Ginny informed him like he was a small, slow-witted child.
Draco shot her a look as he got out of bed and walked over to his dresser. He pulled out a pair of pajamas and tossed them at her head. “Smart arse,” he labeled her, before he climbed back into bed.
Ginny sat up and put the pajamas on. They were a lovely, green silk, and they were lined with something that felt like flannel.
“Oh, these are warm. Thank you.” Draco nodded at her, and she snuggled up against him, being careful to only put the blanket over herself. “I can’t believe you don’t use a blanket, you must be part polar bear.” Draco snorted, so she added, “Of course, that would explain the hair coloring.” Without bothering to reply, Draco casually reached over and thumped Ginny lightly on the head. She laughed, thumped him back, and cuddled closer.
When Draco woke up the next morning, he was cold. Frowning, he reached for Ginny, only to find her side of the bed empty. He sat up and saw that her clothes were still on the floor. When he heard the sound of running water coming from the loo, he realized where she was. He quickly lay back down, and closed his eyes, so that she wouldn’t see that he had been looking for her.
Ginny came out of the loo and saw that Draco was still sleeping. She crawled back under the covers, and draped herself across his chest. She could have sworn she heard him sigh, but it was probably just her imagination.
Hermione was doing her best not to throw a hissy fit at the breakfast table. Ron was sulking, and everyone was looking at her like she must be responsible. Lavender and Harry came to breakfast and sat across from Hermione.
Harry looked at his two best friends and frowned. “I would have thought you two would be in a bit of a better mood this morning. You seemed to be getting along well enough at the dance last night.”
Hermione shot Ron a look, which he ignored. “I’m sure we both could have been in a much better mood this morning, if Ron didn’t ruin the end of the dance by obsessing about where his sister went.”
“Well everyone knows who Ginny has been dating. I’m sure she spent the rest of her evening with Malfoy,” Lavender said, as if she didn’t realize she was going to cause Ron great distress.
Ron slammed his drink down. “We don’t know where she went. She could have spent the night with Luna.”
Hermione and Harry shared a glance, and Harry cleared his throat. “Ron, your sister is of age. She is dating someone. The dance last night was very romantic, so there is the distinct possibility that she spent the night with him.”
Ron glared at Harry. “That is not what I want to hear, Harry.”
Ginny chose that moment to approach the table with a satisfied smile on her face. Lavender looked up and commented, “By the smile she is wearing, I would say she definitely spent the night with her boyfriend last night.”
Ron turned to glare at Ginny as she sat down. “How could you?” he demanded.
Ginny looked at the people around her for a clue. “How could I what? I need a bit more to go on than that.”
Hermione sighed. “Ron is distressed about where you spent the night last night.”
“Oh, sorry Ron. I’m of age, and I wasn’t doing anything that Harry and Lavender, or you and Hermione weren’t doing.”
Hermione snorted. “You mean you spent the night watching your boyfriend rant and rave about a situation that is none of his business. Then, when you pointed that fact out to him, he started a fight with you, and you went up to your dorm room by yourself? Gee, what a coincidence.”
Ginny looked at Ron. “You are an idiot. You could have been snogging your girlfriend, but instead you worried about what I was doing. Grow up, Ronald.”
Since she didn’t want to stick around and hear Ron’s rebuttal, Ginny stood up and walked over to the Slytherin table. Draco looked up at her as she sat down across from him. “My brother is being an arse, so I’m having breakfast over here.”
A few Slytherins looked askance, but Ginny just smiled at them, and made herself a plate. Draco watched her, and was amazed at the boundary that she had just crossed. In all of his time at Hogwarts, he could never remember anyone sitting at someone else’s table. He felt oddly proud of her.
Neville and Pansy walked into the Great Hall, and Neville was about to kiss Pansy goodbye and go sit at his own table when he saw Ginny. “Pansy, do you mind if I eat at your table?”
“I’d love for you to eat at my table,” Pansy informed him. She led him over to the Slytherin table, and they sat down next to Ginny. “Hello, Ginny.”
“Hello, Pansy. Neville, I’m glad you’re eating here too. I was beginning to feel a bit outnumbered,” Ginny teased.
Neville smiled as he passed Pansy the pancakes. “Did you and Draco have a good time at the dance last night?”
“We had a great time, how about you two?”
Pansy poured juice for herself and responded, “Wasn’t the band great?”
Draco watched in amusement as his current girlfriend and his ex-girlfriend carried on a conversation. When Neville spoke to him, he almost dropped his fork.
“Draco, what do you think of the new Nimbus they just put out?”
After setting his fork down properly, Draco replied. “I was reading about it in Quidditch Weekly, it’s supposed to be their fastest model yet.”
Neville smiled. “I think I’m going to ask Grandmother for one as a graduation present.”
Draco found himself eating breakfast, and making small talk with Neville Longbottom while he came to the conclusion that Satan must be building a snowman in Hell.
When breakfast was over, Ginny and Draco decided to go for a walk. She ignored the scathing looks that her brother was sending her way as she passed him at the Gryffindor table. Draco looked at her questioningly, and she said, “I’ll explain when we’re far enough away.”
Once they were roaming the halls of the school, Ginny explained about Ron and Hermione. Draco rolled his eyes. “You’re brother is an idiot. Granger was probably ready to jump on him, and he wasted the opportunity.”
Ginny frowned. “I feel as if I should defend Hermione in some way, but I’m not sure why.”
Draco chuckled and explained. “You feel like you are supposed to defend her because of the sexual double standard. Girls are supposed to pretend that they do not plan on having sex, even if they are.”
“I must have missed that lecture. If I remember correctly, I pretty much told you how attracted I was to you.”
“I think you’re forgetting the part about wanting to hit me upside the head.”
Ginny giggled, “Maybe that was just sexual frustration.”
Draco laughed and pulled her into a kiss. Ginny kissed him, and then she started walking again. She managed to maintain her hold on his hand, and she was pleased when he didn’t shake her off. They chatted about school and leaving for Christmas break the next day.
When they ended up near the dungeons, Ginny asked, “Did you have a destination in mind, because I was just wandering along, and yet here we are, by your room.”
Draco smirked as he led her towards his room. “I’m a Slytherin; I always have a motive.”
“I think I’m beginning to like that about you.” Ginny informed him with a smirk of her own.
“That smirk is pathetic,” he informed her.
“Well, since I’ll be hanging around you for a while, I’m sure I’ll have ample opportunity to perfect it.”
Draco shot Ginny a look as he led her into his room. He noticed that she didn’t seem to care that several people saw her go in with him. Once his door was locked, he turned to find Ginny smiling at him. He wondered how long she would look at him like that. It seemed inevitable that he would do something to tick her off. He hoped it happened later rather than sooner.
“What are you thinking about?” Ginny asked.
“Nothing important,” Draco informed her as he walked forward and kissed her on the neck.
Ginny sighed. “I love it when you do that.”
Draco applied more pressure to the sensitive spot on her neck, and she fisted her hands in his shirt. “I love it when you do that,” he growled in her ear.
She kissed him fiercely and then whispered, “We make a good team.”
“We do.” Draco agreed. Then he bit her neck, and Ginny didn’t utter a single coherent word for quite a while.
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