Reaching For The Stars
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Adult ++
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2
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9,398
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7
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Reaching For The Stars
Title: Reaching for the Stars.
Rating: M
Pairing: DM/GW
Warnings: Strong Language, Sexual Situations
Summary: If there was ever anything that Draco Malfoy wanted it his life it was a certain red-headed Gryffindor. When he gets her, he'd figure he'd do anything to keep her. But what about when that actually becomes the situation? Will he be willing to risk everything just to have his new infatuation stay in his life? But wait, is this just infatuation? Maybe it really is love? Or maybe just a way to get under his father's skin?
A/N: So, this really is only my SECOND Harry Potter based fan fiction. I do have stories that I've written that are posted elsewhere – mostly for the simple fact that I'm not aloud to post them here. If you're wanting to read them, please feel free to contact me. I'd appreciate it much-ly that if you take the time to actually READ the story, you click the little 'GO' button at the bottom and leave me some sort of feedback.
I've already had over 100 hits on my other story and NOT ONE PIECE OF FEEDBACK? That's saddening as I didn't think it was THAT bad. But whatever, please do me the favor or reviewing even if you hated it! Thanks. Anyways – On to the Draco/ Ginny loving!!!!
Disclaimer: Sadly I own nothing but my love of the HP Books and Movies. Everything - but the plot of this story and the possibility of a few O.C.s - belong to JK Rowling. I wanted to kidnap Draco Malfoy/ Tom Felton and hide him in my closet, but then I realized I didn't HAVE a closet. So now I'm impartial to kidnapping him and duct taping him to the wall near my Orlando Bloom and Zac Efron posters? What y'all think? LOL.
Chapter One:
He stood in the darkened corridor just watching the people walk by him. Nobody would turn and give him a second look even if they had known that he was just standing there. ‘It’s just one of my many perks,’ he snidely thought. In reality it was mostly because people were just scared of him. That perk only went as far as the first years were concerned, head boy with all the power. Intimidation – mostly. As they didn’t know him that entirely well, while everyone that had been there for more then a year knew very well that he was more annoying then anything. The fear that came with his name, Draco Malfoy, was almost non-existent.
In a lot of his fellow classmates’ cases it seemed to be more jealously, jealous that he had everything. ‘That’s what they think,’ he thought rather dejectedly.
Why you may ask yourself was he just standing there watching the people coming out of the Great Hall having just finished dinner? Why, instead of standing in the corridors threatening to hex every first year that looked at him with ANY look he didn’t like. He was waiting for a girl. And, no, it wasn’t just any girl – it was the one that was almost as unattainable as can be. A Gryffindor. Yeah right, I know you’re thinking it – ‘a Syltherin and a Gryffindor? What the hell?’
He’d been hiding every day in this corridor for that one day, the one day that she’d venture out of the Great Hall alone after dinner. First week of his stake-out, NEVER. Second week – there was that one day, when she stepped out by her lonesome. But it seemed that as soon as he’d stepped from the shadows someone had come running up to her and they walked away together. He could admit that that sucked royally. So that’s when he came up with this new plan.
Ah, his miraculous new plan. Again, to the perks of being Head Boy – he had tricked an unsuspecting first year Ravenclaw student into delivering a message to her. It had been before dinner that evening – she had already gone into the hall surrounded by a group. Initially his plan had been to bump into her and slip her the note. That didn’t work, that dang first year had gotten into his way. After the threat of making sure the kid had gotten a weeks worth of detention – the dark hair Ravenclaw boy had taken the note to the desired – without letting the recipient know who had wrote it – and sidled over to his own table.
Draco had sat contently as the girl read and re-read the note over and over again trying to rake her brain as to who had sent it to her. It simply read –
Meet me in the Entrance Hall after dinner. Alone.
He was brought out of his thoughts by that laugh. Her very distinct laugh. He smirked as he watched her push one of her friends away towards the stairs while she continued to stand there. He watched her until the entrance hall was empty. She was still holding his note, flipping it every which way – still trying to decipher who had written it. As if one of the ways would reveal it’s author.
He breathed deep before emerging from the shadows. There was no noise from the Great Hall – ‘that’s good’ he thought walking slowly up behind her. Her back was to him and she was now staring at the four large hourglasses that held the house points. He couldn’t help that his heart was beating fast in his chest, or the feeling that he wanted to throw up. But he wanted to take this chance.
Fearing that she would cuss him out, maybe even scream as soon as she realized it was he who had summoned her – he reached up and covered her mouth with his hand before speaking into her ear. He felt her gasp against him with recognition.
“Keep quiet and follow me,” his voice had come out huskily, they’d both be in trouble if anyone was to find out what he was up to. His breath already ragged from being close to her, pressed right up against her backside. “When I take my hand away don’t even say a word! Understand?” He really hadn’t meant for it to sound as cruel as it appeared. But he didn’t want her jumping to conclusions before he had the chance to explain himself.
She mutely nodded, and he took his hand away. He waited a minute to see if she would say anything – but she didn’t. He smirked grabbing at her hand and dragging her off into the direction of the head’s private common room.
“Wha… where…” she started to stutter.
“Shh,” he hissed before mumbling the password off and pulling her into the room. “Thought I said not to speak!” he snapped. “Or did you want to get us into trouble?” he let go of her arm finally and sat on the couch that sat in the very middle of the room.
“N – No,” she stuttered again looking around the room. Her eyes fell wearily on the boy sitting there looking at her. Why in the name of Merlin did he want her here for? Maybe it was a scheme to get her in trouble. He’d keep her here then let her go as soon as curfew had passed. There couldn’t be any other reason – she thought. He was DRACO MALFOY after all; scheming was part of who he was. What else would he want with her – Ginny Weasley?
“Wondering why I want you here – aye Weasley?” Yet again, he hadn’t meant for it to sound as bad as it did after it left his lips. “Shit,” he mumbled as the look she shot back at him was one of scowling.
“That’s exactly what I was wondering – MALFOY!” she spat back his name as if it was poison on her lips and crossed her arms over her chest. He hadn’t realized he’d been staring at it until his view was blocked. Ginny didn’t even really notice where his attention was, she just wanted to know what was going through his mind. ‘Knowing him some highly moronic plan,’ she thought narrowing her eyes on him.
“I can assure you that it’s NOT what you’re thinking,” he laughed getting up and striding over to her. She continued to back up until her back had hit the stone wall. “You’re thinking I’m trying to get you into trouble – aren’t you Gin?” He had leaned in so close to her that their noses were almost touching. “That’s not my intention – trust me!”
“WHY the hell should I trust you of all people Malfoy? You’re such a bastard – a lying scoundrel if you will!” she spat raising her arms up to push him away, but he grabbed them lightly pushing them back to her sides.
“Doll that really hurts you know,” he drawled, his hand grasping at his chest. “You don’t really mean that do you Gin?” His hands moved to pin hers against the wall as he pushed his body right up against hers.
Her chest started to rise up and down faster as she tried to fight against his grip – though it wasn’t very tight. “The hell I don’t mean it Draco! Now let me go!”
“I’ll let you go on one condition!” he smirked moving to raise her arms above her head, grabbing them with one hand, then making them at home around his neck – making sure to hold them. “Tell me you don’t like this,” his voice lowered to a whisper before he closed all space in between them – pressing his mouth passionately to hers.
She gasped into the embrace, surely this was the FARTHEST thing from her mind when she saw him, but still she kissed him back. Her lips parted as she gulped in a breath. He took the chance and slipped his tongue into her mouth – clearly NOT expecting the reaction he received. She sighed into him, her once stiff fighting arms slacking and loosening.
He took it as a good sign and let go of her hands – and they stayed. Resting there and now playing with the hair on the back of his neck. He groaned, his hand moving down to hold onto her hips, a small grinding motioning of his own caused a squeak of surprise and a moan of pleasure to ensue from her as well. He smiled into her mouth – not one of his smirks, or snarky grins – a genuine smile as he pulled her away from the wall and backed them up towards where the couch was. Not once breaking the kiss. He’d made the trip from the door to the couch many a times before this. This time he had either underestimated the distance between where they’d started and the couch, or he’d been too entranced with her lips. The back of his knees hit the side of the couch and they both tumbled back onto it – her on top of him.
Rating: M
Pairing: DM/GW
Warnings: Strong Language, Sexual Situations
Summary: If there was ever anything that Draco Malfoy wanted it his life it was a certain red-headed Gryffindor. When he gets her, he'd figure he'd do anything to keep her. But what about when that actually becomes the situation? Will he be willing to risk everything just to have his new infatuation stay in his life? But wait, is this just infatuation? Maybe it really is love? Or maybe just a way to get under his father's skin?
A/N: So, this really is only my SECOND Harry Potter based fan fiction. I do have stories that I've written that are posted elsewhere – mostly for the simple fact that I'm not aloud to post them here. If you're wanting to read them, please feel free to contact me. I'd appreciate it much-ly that if you take the time to actually READ the story, you click the little 'GO' button at the bottom and leave me some sort of feedback.
I've already had over 100 hits on my other story and NOT ONE PIECE OF FEEDBACK? That's saddening as I didn't think it was THAT bad. But whatever, please do me the favor or reviewing even if you hated it! Thanks. Anyways – On to the Draco/ Ginny loving!!!!
Disclaimer: Sadly I own nothing but my love of the HP Books and Movies. Everything - but the plot of this story and the possibility of a few O.C.s - belong to JK Rowling. I wanted to kidnap Draco Malfoy/ Tom Felton and hide him in my closet, but then I realized I didn't HAVE a closet. So now I'm impartial to kidnapping him and duct taping him to the wall near my Orlando Bloom and Zac Efron posters? What y'all think? LOL.
Chapter One:
He stood in the darkened corridor just watching the people walk by him. Nobody would turn and give him a second look even if they had known that he was just standing there. ‘It’s just one of my many perks,’ he snidely thought. In reality it was mostly because people were just scared of him. That perk only went as far as the first years were concerned, head boy with all the power. Intimidation – mostly. As they didn’t know him that entirely well, while everyone that had been there for more then a year knew very well that he was more annoying then anything. The fear that came with his name, Draco Malfoy, was almost non-existent.
In a lot of his fellow classmates’ cases it seemed to be more jealously, jealous that he had everything. ‘That’s what they think,’ he thought rather dejectedly.
Why you may ask yourself was he just standing there watching the people coming out of the Great Hall having just finished dinner? Why, instead of standing in the corridors threatening to hex every first year that looked at him with ANY look he didn’t like. He was waiting for a girl. And, no, it wasn’t just any girl – it was the one that was almost as unattainable as can be. A Gryffindor. Yeah right, I know you’re thinking it – ‘a Syltherin and a Gryffindor? What the hell?’
He’d been hiding every day in this corridor for that one day, the one day that she’d venture out of the Great Hall alone after dinner. First week of his stake-out, NEVER. Second week – there was that one day, when she stepped out by her lonesome. But it seemed that as soon as he’d stepped from the shadows someone had come running up to her and they walked away together. He could admit that that sucked royally. So that’s when he came up with this new plan.
Ah, his miraculous new plan. Again, to the perks of being Head Boy – he had tricked an unsuspecting first year Ravenclaw student into delivering a message to her. It had been before dinner that evening – she had already gone into the hall surrounded by a group. Initially his plan had been to bump into her and slip her the note. That didn’t work, that dang first year had gotten into his way. After the threat of making sure the kid had gotten a weeks worth of detention – the dark hair Ravenclaw boy had taken the note to the desired – without letting the recipient know who had wrote it – and sidled over to his own table.
Draco had sat contently as the girl read and re-read the note over and over again trying to rake her brain as to who had sent it to her. It simply read –
Meet me in the Entrance Hall after dinner. Alone.
He was brought out of his thoughts by that laugh. Her very distinct laugh. He smirked as he watched her push one of her friends away towards the stairs while she continued to stand there. He watched her until the entrance hall was empty. She was still holding his note, flipping it every which way – still trying to decipher who had written it. As if one of the ways would reveal it’s author.
He breathed deep before emerging from the shadows. There was no noise from the Great Hall – ‘that’s good’ he thought walking slowly up behind her. Her back was to him and she was now staring at the four large hourglasses that held the house points. He couldn’t help that his heart was beating fast in his chest, or the feeling that he wanted to throw up. But he wanted to take this chance.
Fearing that she would cuss him out, maybe even scream as soon as she realized it was he who had summoned her – he reached up and covered her mouth with his hand before speaking into her ear. He felt her gasp against him with recognition.
“Keep quiet and follow me,” his voice had come out huskily, they’d both be in trouble if anyone was to find out what he was up to. His breath already ragged from being close to her, pressed right up against her backside. “When I take my hand away don’t even say a word! Understand?” He really hadn’t meant for it to sound as cruel as it appeared. But he didn’t want her jumping to conclusions before he had the chance to explain himself.
She mutely nodded, and he took his hand away. He waited a minute to see if she would say anything – but she didn’t. He smirked grabbing at her hand and dragging her off into the direction of the head’s private common room.
“Wha… where…” she started to stutter.
“Shh,” he hissed before mumbling the password off and pulling her into the room. “Thought I said not to speak!” he snapped. “Or did you want to get us into trouble?” he let go of her arm finally and sat on the couch that sat in the very middle of the room.
“N – No,” she stuttered again looking around the room. Her eyes fell wearily on the boy sitting there looking at her. Why in the name of Merlin did he want her here for? Maybe it was a scheme to get her in trouble. He’d keep her here then let her go as soon as curfew had passed. There couldn’t be any other reason – she thought. He was DRACO MALFOY after all; scheming was part of who he was. What else would he want with her – Ginny Weasley?
“Wondering why I want you here – aye Weasley?” Yet again, he hadn’t meant for it to sound as bad as it did after it left his lips. “Shit,” he mumbled as the look she shot back at him was one of scowling.
“That’s exactly what I was wondering – MALFOY!” she spat back his name as if it was poison on her lips and crossed her arms over her chest. He hadn’t realized he’d been staring at it until his view was blocked. Ginny didn’t even really notice where his attention was, she just wanted to know what was going through his mind. ‘Knowing him some highly moronic plan,’ she thought narrowing her eyes on him.
“I can assure you that it’s NOT what you’re thinking,” he laughed getting up and striding over to her. She continued to back up until her back had hit the stone wall. “You’re thinking I’m trying to get you into trouble – aren’t you Gin?” He had leaned in so close to her that their noses were almost touching. “That’s not my intention – trust me!”
“WHY the hell should I trust you of all people Malfoy? You’re such a bastard – a lying scoundrel if you will!” she spat raising her arms up to push him away, but he grabbed them lightly pushing them back to her sides.
“Doll that really hurts you know,” he drawled, his hand grasping at his chest. “You don’t really mean that do you Gin?” His hands moved to pin hers against the wall as he pushed his body right up against hers.
Her chest started to rise up and down faster as she tried to fight against his grip – though it wasn’t very tight. “The hell I don’t mean it Draco! Now let me go!”
“I’ll let you go on one condition!” he smirked moving to raise her arms above her head, grabbing them with one hand, then making them at home around his neck – making sure to hold them. “Tell me you don’t like this,” his voice lowered to a whisper before he closed all space in between them – pressing his mouth passionately to hers.
She gasped into the embrace, surely this was the FARTHEST thing from her mind when she saw him, but still she kissed him back. Her lips parted as she gulped in a breath. He took the chance and slipped his tongue into her mouth – clearly NOT expecting the reaction he received. She sighed into him, her once stiff fighting arms slacking and loosening.
He took it as a good sign and let go of her hands – and they stayed. Resting there and now playing with the hair on the back of his neck. He groaned, his hand moving down to hold onto her hips, a small grinding motioning of his own caused a squeak of surprise and a moan of pleasure to ensue from her as well. He smiled into her mouth – not one of his smirks, or snarky grins – a genuine smile as he pulled her away from the wall and backed them up towards where the couch was. Not once breaking the kiss. He’d made the trip from the door to the couch many a times before this. This time he had either underestimated the distance between where they’d started and the couch, or he’d been too entranced with her lips. The back of his knees hit the side of the couch and they both tumbled back onto it – her on top of him.