Author's Note: I can't help but feel this story keeps changing with every update, since they are so few and far between these days. Hopefully I'll be inspired to finish it before I head back to school, but I'm not promising anything. Unless, of course, I receive much love. And then there will be much trying.
Chapter 10: Then He Kissed Me
The bubbles remained there. Ginny stood there, naked as Botticelli's Venus, and Draco seemed incapable of thought.
"What did I say about those bubbles?" Ginny asked, her hands instinctively reaching for her hips, the stance she always took when she meant business.
Draco recovered quickly after that. He whisked the bubbles away with a simple gesture with his wand and Ginny slipped into the tub opposite of Draco.
Neither one spoke, simply choosing to instead stare at one another. Ginny's breathing was heavy from nerves, causing to her chest to rise closer to the surface of the water, though still obscured. This was Draco's double-edged sword. He wished the water would disappear so that he could continue eyeing Ginny, but something told him that Ginny wouldn't be as daring should she see the effect she was having on Draco's nether parts. And so they stared at one another, cautiously determining the next step in their odd relationship.
Ginny broke first, smiling as though she had remembered a joke, and then she laughed.
"Who would have thought I'd be in a bathtub with the one and only Draco Malfoy?"
He laughed a bit, too. He was so busy thinking of all the naughty things he would like to be doing to her that the absolute absurdity of the situation had been lost on him. The laughter relaxed her, and for this Draco was very glad. Relaxed meant less jumpy which meant he was less likely to be smacked, intentionally or accidentally, should he try what he wanted to try. He would have to be smoother than her skin, which looked very smooth at the moment, lest he fail his mission. There was very little room to move, in reality, as the bathtub wasn't meant to hold two people, which was a terrible shame at moments like this. Not that there were many moments like this. Or any, actually. Now, how to subtly move himself closer to her?
"I want to kiss you."
Oh hell, he thought. That was not smooth or creative or—damnit, she's looking at me strangely. Like I just asked her to suck on my toes. I'd like to suck on her to—NOT HELPING.
"Did I just witness the legendary Malfoy charm at work? Because, if that's it, I'm less than impressed."
"This is all part of the charm. I say that I want to kiss you, which you reject on principle, but now you are thinking about how my lips would feel against yours and you can't stop yourself because you know that now you need to kiss me in order to get the idea out of your head."
She continued looking at him strangely, mulling over his words. In a way, he was right. She was thinking about what it would be like to kiss him, but that wasn't an entirely new concept. She was a member of his fan club, after all. However, the need to kiss him was new to her. She unconsciously licked her lips, realizing what she had done after she saw him smirk.
"What?" she said, "My lips were dry, so I licked them. Stop looking at me like that. I don't need to kiss you."
"But you want to."
"Fan club member. It's a given."
"So why don't you? "
"Why don't you?"?
"Fair enough," Draco said as he moved towards the middle of the bathtub, stopping while he was still too far away to kiss her. He looked at her slightly confused face and said, "Come here".
And so she moved towards him, still unsure of what was happening. She arranged herself awkwardly near him, not quite touching, but near enough so that they could practically feel each other anyway. She looked at him, and he looked at her as he placed one hand on the side of her face lightly, his hand clumsy, which he didn't understand. She sucked in her bottom lip, coating it with a thin layer of spit and he followed suit before jerkily leaning forward and kissing her. Their noses bumped and their lips lightly touched for a fleeting second before they pulled apart and she looked wide-eyed at him as he struggled to keep a goofy grin off his face. Why was he feeling like it was his first kiss all over again? Even his first kiss hadn't been a split-second affair, but rather a beginning to his second, third, fourth, and so on.
"We need to try that again," she said.
"Yes, yes we do," he said as he pulled her face back to his.
He sucked on her bottom lip, tugging it into his mouth and she sighed beautifully. Her arms looped around his neck so tightly that, even if he should want to, he would have to take her with him to get out of the bathtub.
Not a bad idea.
He wrapped his arms around her and stood up slowly, pulling her up with him. He had expected that. He had not expected what was to come. Her eyes flew open as the cold air hit her body and the spell was broken. She pushed him away, grabbed a towel from the rack, her clothes from the floor, and ran from the room, leaving a very naked Draco behind.
Oh, hell.