Reaching For The Stars
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Dudley/Ginny
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
9,397
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter Two
I just realized I never uploaded Chapter 2 to this fic... I just recently started up on it again, but this chapter has been written for over a year :( oops.
A foot resting on the table, one resting on the end of the couch directly in front of him, and his chin resting on his knee. That was how he currently sat while staring absentmindedly into the flames of the dying fire. After the little 'mishap' incident of them falling not so gracefully onto the couch – she had left him there rather quickly. Mumbling something about not wanting to get caught in the head's room. He tried to persuade her to stay by telling her that his fellow head – none of then “Ms-know-it-all-Granger' as he plainly put it, was on rounds that night and wouldn't be back for a couple hours at least. But she would hear none of it. He had followed her grumpily out of the room and back into the hall. He'd stood there, hands shoved in his pockets a saddened expression clearly written on his face.
Sure, he'd been shocked when she'd given his a chaste kiss before disappearing on him around the corner. Then he wasn't able to keep the stupid goofy grin off his face that SHE actually kissed HIM. Although that hadn't lasted very long. Now he sat there rather lonely and completely unsatisfied. Not that he would have done anything to her that she didn't want him too. But, he knew that he wanted her and there was nothing more to it, maybe now that she knew he was there she'd come to him? Even if she didn't, he'd just have to find another way to be able to be with her.
He looked up towards the entrance of the room after hearing the portrait covering the whole in the wall swing open. He and Granger may have made the agreement to tolerate each other, but that didn't mean that he'd have to be thrilled whenever she came into the room.
“Oh, you're still up,” she said non-nonchalantly sitting across from him on the chair she'd claimed almost as soon as she'd seen it. She gave him a somewhat friendly smile and reaching for her bag sitting next to the chair. 'Typical Granger. Has to do homework on a Friday AFTER rounds.' he thought sarcastically rolling his eyes. He was more then a little perturbed that his self-pity-party had been interrupted by the likes of Hermione Granger.
“It seems that way now doesn't it?” he questioned roughly pulling his other leg to his chest and hugging his knees. It was times like this that he was glad that they couldn't stand each other, as he didn't feel like having a 'heart-to-heart' with her. With a mumble of 'I'm going to bed' he got up and disappeared through the door with the Slytherin crest embedded on the door.
This room was his safe-haven. The dark colors reflected his almost daily mood – but that suited him. He lunged himself face first onto the rather large four-poster bed that lay in the middle of the room. He had to admit he liked this bed even more then the one back home. The bedspread of was of a deep green and had the Slytherin crest on its center. When he'd slip under it, it made itself adjust to make his body the perfect temperature for that time of year.
He made a note to himself to learn that spell. He groaned getting up and stripping off his robes and haphazardly throwing them over the edge of the leather couch that sat near the door. He continued to strip until he was left in only his boxers, leaving the rest of his clothes lying on the floor wherever they fell. He reached his hand up into his hair and tugged at it a bit. Its current state could have been considered gross but he didn't care, he'd take a shower in the morning. He shook his head and let the bangs fall into his eyes before he turned to the bed and pulled the covers down.
He climbed back onto the surface and pulled the blankets completely over his head. Letting the warmth take him over he closed his eyes. He willed his body to relax and let sleep take him over, but she was on his mind. What was he going to do to make her realize that he wasn't really the bad guy everyone thought that he was? And more importantly, how was he going to keep everything away from his 'friends'.
“Fuuck!” he moaned rubbing his hands down his face and just lay there.
A foot resting on the table, one resting on the end of the couch directly in front of him, and his chin resting on his knee. That was how he currently sat while staring absentmindedly into the flames of the dying fire. After the little 'mishap' incident of them falling not so gracefully onto the couch – she had left him there rather quickly. Mumbling something about not wanting to get caught in the head's room. He tried to persuade her to stay by telling her that his fellow head – none of then “Ms-know-it-all-Granger' as he plainly put it, was on rounds that night and wouldn't be back for a couple hours at least. But she would hear none of it. He had followed her grumpily out of the room and back into the hall. He'd stood there, hands shoved in his pockets a saddened expression clearly written on his face.
Sure, he'd been shocked when she'd given his a chaste kiss before disappearing on him around the corner. Then he wasn't able to keep the stupid goofy grin off his face that SHE actually kissed HIM. Although that hadn't lasted very long. Now he sat there rather lonely and completely unsatisfied. Not that he would have done anything to her that she didn't want him too. But, he knew that he wanted her and there was nothing more to it, maybe now that she knew he was there she'd come to him? Even if she didn't, he'd just have to find another way to be able to be with her.
He looked up towards the entrance of the room after hearing the portrait covering the whole in the wall swing open. He and Granger may have made the agreement to tolerate each other, but that didn't mean that he'd have to be thrilled whenever she came into the room.
“Oh, you're still up,” she said non-nonchalantly sitting across from him on the chair she'd claimed almost as soon as she'd seen it. She gave him a somewhat friendly smile and reaching for her bag sitting next to the chair. 'Typical Granger. Has to do homework on a Friday AFTER rounds.' he thought sarcastically rolling his eyes. He was more then a little perturbed that his self-pity-party had been interrupted by the likes of Hermione Granger.
“It seems that way now doesn't it?” he questioned roughly pulling his other leg to his chest and hugging his knees. It was times like this that he was glad that they couldn't stand each other, as he didn't feel like having a 'heart-to-heart' with her. With a mumble of 'I'm going to bed' he got up and disappeared through the door with the Slytherin crest embedded on the door.
This room was his safe-haven. The dark colors reflected his almost daily mood – but that suited him. He lunged himself face first onto the rather large four-poster bed that lay in the middle of the room. He had to admit he liked this bed even more then the one back home. The bedspread of was of a deep green and had the Slytherin crest on its center. When he'd slip under it, it made itself adjust to make his body the perfect temperature for that time of year.
He made a note to himself to learn that spell. He groaned getting up and stripping off his robes and haphazardly throwing them over the edge of the leather couch that sat near the door. He continued to strip until he was left in only his boxers, leaving the rest of his clothes lying on the floor wherever they fell. He reached his hand up into his hair and tugged at it a bit. Its current state could have been considered gross but he didn't care, he'd take a shower in the morning. He shook his head and let the bangs fall into his eyes before he turned to the bed and pulled the covers down.
He climbed back onto the surface and pulled the blankets completely over his head. Letting the warmth take him over he closed his eyes. He willed his body to relax and let sleep take him over, but she was on his mind. What was he going to do to make her realize that he wasn't really the bad guy everyone thought that he was? And more importantly, how was he going to keep everything away from his 'friends'.
“Fuuck!” he moaned rubbing his hands down his face and just lay there.