five: we shouldn't

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a/n: these characters don't belong to me. what would i do if i did? make the whole thing a wolfstar fanfic. hand over the harry potter rights to me. this is my audition to be the new author of harry potter.



Ginny didn't know why she held his hand, but she was glad she did. It felt right. She let Draco guide her into an empty classroom, and they locked the door. He sat atop of the desk at the front of the unused classroom, legs swinging off the desk rather gracefully. So nobody can get in and see us together, Ginny reminded herself, shaking her dirty thoughts from her mind.

"Draco?" He hummed. "Why did you follow me, in the first place?"

Draco blushed, and Ginny gaped. He actually blushed. He scratched the back of his neck, with a sheepish smile on his face.

"I wanted to see if you were okay."
"What's it to you? I thought you would love seeing a blood traitor like me be upset." She didn't mean it to be rude, but it probably did come off like that. "Why do you care so much?" She whispered, this time much softer.
He stood up from where he was sitting on top of the desk, long limbs untangling. How she would love to be trapped between those long arms of his. He stepped closer to her, looking down at her. She never realised the height difference between them, but now, the difference was startling and it made her feel tiny next to him.

"Why do you think, Gin?" He whispering, his voice low and hoarse.
"I don't know." She said, looking down. Draco grabbed her chin with his hand, gently and lifted her face up to look at him. His eyes looked at her lips again, then up at her eyes again, but this time, unwavering, and silently asking for permission. Ginny nodded, slowly.

Draco lowered his face to hers, pressing his lips against her. His mouth was warm and hot against hers, and she loved it. It felt like she had found her other half. They fit in together so perfectly, like pieces of a puzzle, Ginny's hands winding around Draco's neck and coming out to curl in his hair. He snaked one arm around her waist and pulled her closer, as close as he possibly could, letting his free hand rest on one side of her hip. It was electric. It was perfect.

They broke apart, only for air, panting as they rested their foreheads against each other, as they caught their breath. Draco began to press his mouth to the side of her lips, to her neck, trailing down, still holding her in his arms.

"Draco," Ginny said, and he looked at her, caressing her cheek with his hand, and then letting it rest there, cupping her cheek.

"I don't know why I feel like this, Gin." He said, "I don't want to feel like this, but I do. Do you feel like that, Ginerva?" He asks, tenderly looking at her and she melted.

"All the damn time." She said, a tear falling from her eye. He wiped it away then kissed her again, with such passion, Ginny knew that his feelings for her, if it could even be called that, were genuine.
He lifted her up and placed her on the desk. Her legs were on either side of him, and his hands were around her, her arms around his neck. Draco pulled her closer, and she hugged him, resting her head on his shoulder, and he smiled. It felt nice, it felt like he belonged.

They say there, in each other's embrace, for a while. Then, finally, Draco spoke.

"Do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me?" She could hear his nervousness.
"What?" She said. He shook his head, quickly, mistaking her for incredulity, when she was just in shock.
"Never mind, forget it. It was stupid."
"No!" She said, raising her head off his shoulder to look at him. "I mean, no. I would love to go with Hogsmeade with you, Draco."

Draco smiled at that. A real, genuine smile. Ginny reached up and brushed a stray hair away from his beautiful face. She couldn't help but notice how much more handsome he looked with a smile on his face.

"You should smile more," she murmured, leaning on him once again. Draco chuckled. "That's never going to happen."
"Well, I'll make it my mission. Operation Get Draco Malfoy to Smile." She giggled, and he smiled again. She laughed even more.
"See? It's already working."

He pretended to frown, and she slapped his arm playfully. Then, all of a sudden, Ginny's smile dropped off her face, a frown taking its place.
"What's wrong, Gin?" He said, tilting her head back so that she was looking directly at him.
"I just don't know what to do about my family. There's no way they'd let us be together."
"So, if they told you not to be with me, you would listen?" Draco said, getting slightly irritated, dropping his hand from her face, though his arm was still tightly secured around her waist.

"No! No! Nothing like that! I just don't want to hide." Ginny said, eyes downcast. He bent down and kissed her again gently on her lips, and she smiled into the kiss.

They pulled away, and he smiled. "Your brothers would kill me if they found out I was between their little sister's legs." He glanced down, then back up again, smirking. "Literally." He said, winking and she rolled her eyes.

"They're actually going to kill you, aren't they?" She said, worried. "We shouldn't. We couldn't. My brothers, Draco. They would kill you!" Draco only laughed, kissing her again, everywhere, in her lips, her nose, her cheeks, her temple, her throat, her collarbone. He looked at her, with such passion in his eyes Ginny thought she might explode.

He raised her hand to his lips, kissing it softly, not once breaking eye contact with her.

"It'll all be worth it," he said, rubbing his cheek against hers. She smiled, and repeated, "It'll all be worth it. We shouldn't, but we will."

They heard more voices, and for the last time, they leaned in, eyes closed, and their lips touched. Someone began knocking on the door, and Draco was the first to pull away, reluctantly.

"I'll see you at Hogsmeade?" Draco was aiming for it to sound confident, but it came out sounding hesitant and unsure. She pinched his cheeks as he blushed to his throat. Having pale skin really put you at a disadvantage.

"So cute," she murmurs, "I'll be there." She planted a kiss on his cheek and he lifts her up, off of the desk, and they straighten their clothes.

The knocking at the door stops, and they hear a voice.

"Hey! Who's in there?" Harry.

"What do we do?" Ginny whispers, Draco put a finger to his lips and mouthed, "Leave it to me."

He opens the door, and the same old Draco was back, with a smirk on his face and the same air of arrogance.

"Malfoy. What're you doing in there?" Harry tried peering into the room, but Draco placed an arm infront of Harry, blocking him. The door gets pushed open from the inside, and Draco's eyes widen as the person who leaves the classroom doesn't look like Ginny at all.

She'd transfigured her hair to blonde, with bangs covering her face. She wore a Slytherin uniform, and she wore an extremely short skirt that barely covered her behind. She sashayed out of the room, hips swaying, and Draco watched as Harry checked her out, looking at her ass.

Draco nearly growled, but fashioned his face into a smirk once again. "I think the question was supposed to be 'Who are you doing in there?'" Draco shoved past Harry, and walked away.

He'd gotten way more jealous than he'd anticipated. For now, Draco walked faster to his room, so that he could take care of his ... situation. He could talk to Ginny about it some other time.

Even so, he couldn't help but smile.

My Ginny.


edited: 1338 words. Much better than before. Before Draco was VERY ooc, so now I hope I made him a little more Draco? It's hard to do so, this chapter was horrible before. Hopefully, it's better, I think it's somewhat better. Anyways that all for now.

a/n: i am sorry. i give up.

hope you enjoyed, whatever this is.

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