Author's Note: Yes, I am aware that it is not quite Valentine's Day. But whatev. This idea hit me tonight as my mum and I were playing heck of a mess and eating gasp! Conversation hearts. The big ones! Yum! I don't know how or where she obtained them, but obtain them she did. Hence the inspiration for this one shot.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Potter Characters, I am not J.K. Rowling or anyone affiliated with Warner Brothers. I also do not own the Sweethearts company. I do, however, own a bag of Sweetheart Conversation Hearts. And you can't have 'em!
Ginny Weasley sat humming in the Hogwarts Library, her books, quills and parchment spread out over an entire table. The redhead seemed to be in a fairly good mood. Her mother had finally caved, allowing Ginny to cut her long red tresses. So last week in Hogsmeade Ginny chopped her waist length hair to her shoulders. It had given her brother, Ron, a heart attack. Ginny smiled remembering her brother falling flat on his face.
Ron, of course never approved of anything that made his 'baby sister' seem like a grown woman. She was 16 for goodness sake! But he still treated her like she was seven. He scared away any potential dates she might have. He actually hexed a Hufflepuff seventh year that commented on her bum.
Ginny rolled her eyes at the thought about the incident and flipped her hair back with her hand. She knew Ron meant well, but frankly, it was getting a bit annoying. In less than a month it would be Valentine's Day. The one-day a year she hated no LOATHED being single. All the girls would wear frilly pink (which Ginny hated as it clashed with her hair.) and fawn over the gifts their boy's had gotten them.
Ginny sighed, just once it would be nice to have that. A guy that she could cuddle with and be with. She didn't care about expensive things. Having grown up with very little she had learned to appreciate what she had in life. Ginny looked down at her faded-wash jeans, which actually fit. The Gryffindor girls had gotten fed up with Ginny wearing Ron's old pants, so they donated their stuff to her. It was nice, for a change. To have clothes that fit her, not to mention that where made for her gender.
Yes she had a lot to be grateful for. But Ginny knew that something was missing. In the distance she heard a book drop. Ginny jumped a bit, realizing she had zoned out. She sighed once more and went back to her homework.
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Draco Malfoy sat on the green leather couch and groaned. He had been relaxing in the Slytherin common room when Pansy Parkinson came in and in a louder-than-normal voice began talking about Valentine's Day. Get a grip woman! Draco thought as he ran his fingers through his hair. Valentine's wasn't for another month!
And yet, here she was. Blabbing on about it, every so often glancing at Draco. Then it dawned on him. HE was the reason she was talking about it. SHE was hoping HE would do something about it. Draco scoffed. He liked the single life, thank you.
Finally when he couldn't take anymore mushy talk, Draco stood and strutted out of the room. Once outside however, he had no idea where to go. Draco paused for a moment then gave off the Malfoy grin. He was Head Boy. Head Boy was allowed to take points and give detention. So, feeling rather evil, Draco Malfoy took it upon himself to do just that.
He began to comb the hallways, docking points here and there. But Draco wasn't satisfied. He wanted to get someone, and get them good. Preferably a younger student that he could make cry. The best place to do that was, none other than the library.
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Ginny was still at her table, absorbed in her Charms essay, when her stomach mumbled. Placing her quill on the table she opened her bag in search of a food like substance. Food of course was banned from the library, so Ginny had to be discreet. Finally she found something. She smiled as she pulled out a bag of Sweetheart Conversation Hearts.
Hermione had told her about the muggle candy and as soon as she could, ordered some for her sweet toothed redheaded friend. Ginny loved them. She found the cute and sometimes cheesy sayings on them funny. But Ginny didn't understand how they got the words on the candy without magic. Hermione of course had tried to explain, but seeing the completely baffled look on her friends face, gave up. Although Ginny had wondered how her friend got a hold of a Valentine type candy a good month before the stupid holiday, she soon forgot it having tasted the candy. Ginny couldn't get enough of them.
Ginny looked around quickly. Thankfully she had set up in the further part of the library, so no one could disturb her. Ginny preferred to work alone, in peace. Seeing no one in the rows of books around her Ginny quietly opened the bag of sweets. She paused again, in case some one, mainly Madame Pince, had heard the ripping of the bag. Ginny heard no footsteps headed her way so she reached her freckled hand and grabbed a fist full of the colored hearts.
She smiled as she popped one in her mouth. She sighed, savoring the taste a moment before returning to her homework.
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Draco stormed into the library scanning for any sign of rule breaking. But there was none to be found. There was no loud talking, no scuffles, and no public displays of affection. All there was, where students studying and a scratching of quills. Draco was slightly annoyed. Then, he heard it. Draco perked his head up. It sounded like a bag of sweets. Draco smiled and began looking around for a guilty face. Yet none was to be found.
Draco cursed in his head. He knew he had heard it. But where? He glanced around again and saw Madame Pince at her desk. Of course! No one was stupid enough to open food in plain sight of the strict librarian. So it had to be someone hiding in the darker corners.
Draco made his way towards the back of the library when he heard it again. The rustling of a plastic bag. Gotcha! He smiled and stepped behind the rows of books. Silently he poked his head out from behind the shelf. Sitting at the table was a lone girl. Though her junk took up the entire space. He heard the swish of something scraping the floor. Draco looked to the girl's feet and found that she had removed her shoes, her bare-feet scraping against the carpet.
Draco smirked and began to tally points in his head. 5 points off. His eyes slowly worked their way up the girl's body. She had one foot sweeping the carpet and the other placed on the chair just off to the side. Bad posture. Another 5. Draco glanced at the table. It was an utter mess. Parchment everywhere, scattered books. 10 off for untidiness. But twenty points just wouldn't do. He scanned the table for some other minor wrong doing when he noticed the girl's hair. It was a pretty flaming red. Draco sneered, Weasley.
Draco silently walked out from behind the shelf, but it didn't matter, the youngest Weasley was too absorbed in her work. As he got closer he scanned the table again for the bag of sweets. But to his dismay there was none. He swore he heard it. Draco paused as the redhead ran her fingers through her hair and tucked it behind her ears. Draco seemed confused for a moment. Didn't the Weaslette have long hair?
Draco took a second look at the girl. She couldn't be a Weasley. The girl in front of him had on tight faded-washed jeans and a form-fitting tee. The Weasley's where known for their ratted second rate hand-me-downs. The girl in front of him was quite stylish. And now that he had thought about it the whole bare-feet thing was really sexy. Not to mention the hair. It was short and well, sassy. The Weaslette was none of these things. She was boring and not very stylish or pretty. True she wasn't the ugliest girl in Hogwarts but she wasn't drop-dead sexy either.
Draco took a step forward trying to get a look at the girl's face. Unfortunately he wasn't looking at the floor, and his foot came in contact with a discarded book, causing him to stumble. The girl, who had until this point, been oblivious to the Slytherin behind her, whipped around. She looked puzzled. She saw no one behind her, and began to turn back to her homework, when she noticed a tall boy with gorgeous blonde hair laying flat on the floor.
The girl squeaked and quickly hid something in her back. Draco Malfoy slowly stood, brushing himself off. Once satisfied with his appearance he looked up at the girl. She now had both feet on the floor and was shuffling through her bag. Draco grabbed her wrist in hopes he would also get whatever she was trying to hide. Unfortunately she came up empty handed. However, considering that she was a bit shorter than Draco she now found herself on her tiptoes.
The girl whipped around again to yell at boy who had grabbed her when she found herself staring into his silver eyes. Silver; not grey as she had always suspected. Draco found himself staring back into her chocolate brown eyes. Instantly he knew he had been wrong. The attractive woman in front of him was indeed the youngest Weasley.
Draco immediately dropped her wrist. He had just decided moments before that the girl in front of him was extremely sexy and she was a WEASLEY! For a moment Draco felt as if he had been hit in the head with a bludger.
Ginny Weasley fought back the urge to slap Malfoy. For sneaking up on her and grabbing her like that. But before she could he dropped her wrist. Ginny raised an eyebrow at him but he seemed to absorbed in himself to notice. Ginny took this chance to get the first insult in.
"What Malfoy? That brain of yours finally cave?" She smirked at him. "Or did you not have one to begin with?"
Draco pulled out of his stupor. Ginny Weasley was smirking at him! He regained control of himself and sneered at her. "I am just baffled how a Weasel came to own such clothing." He looked her up and down again.
"Its called friends. You know you share things with them." Ginny folded her arms across her chest.
Draco couldn't help himself, he stared. She actually has a chest. He smiled. Not a bad looking one either.
Ginny, having grown up around boys, knew his thoughts. "What, Malfoy? Cat got your tongue?" She smirked wider. "Obviously not. Considering it's hanging out of your mouth."
Draco snapped his head up to look at her. She was smirking. SHE KNEW! Stupid Weasley! He opened his mouth, ready with a comeback. Then he saw it.
The Weasley had something in her mouth. A sweet. Now Draco smiled.
"Whatcha eating, Weaslette?"
Ginny's smile disappeared as her brown eyes got wide. Blast! She still had a conversation heart in her mouth. She quickly pushed it to the roof of her mouth with her tongue before answering.
"Nothing."
"Liar."
Bloody git.
Draco took a step towards her. "Open up."
Ginny rolled her eyes and shook her head.
Draco stepped closer. "Remember, I am Head Boy." Pointing to his pin. "Do you want a detention?"
Ginny growled at him then slowly stuck out her tongue. There in the middle of her pink tongue was a green heart with what seemed to be writing on it.
"Tut, tut Weasley. Food is against the rules in the library."
Ginny glared at him and stuck her tongue out further in defiance. Draco stepped even closer to her, now able to read the words on the tiny heart.
Kiss Me.
Draco stared at the green heart then into the girl's chocolate eyes. The immediate feeling of lust overcame him. He closed the gap between Ginny and him, causing her to back up against the wall. Ginny closed her mouth as she gulped. She had never been this close to any guy, let alone Draco Malfoy.
Ginny attempted to push him away to escape but using his seeker reflexes he grabbed her hands and pinned them to the wall above her. Ginny simultaneously brought her knee up, but Draco had anticipated this and brought his leg between hers, causing her leg to go limp at his side.
Draco looked down at the sexy redhead. Yes sexy. Putting all lineage aside she was an extremely attractive woman. He was so close he could feel her heart pounding against his chest, he could smell the vanilla shampoo she used and could feel her breathing quicken as she gulped again.
Ginny shivered slightly. Anywhere Draco had touched her she burned. She had never felt like this. She shouldn't feel like this! He was the enemy! He made fun of her and her family all the time! He-
Without warning Draco placed his lips on Ginny's. Catching her completely off guard. She gasped as he pulled at her lower lip. Draco took his chance and snaked his tongue into her mouth.
Ginny felt as if she was going to explode. If she had know kissing had this much…passion she would have done it years ago and to hell with Ron. Her senses went into overdrive and her mouth took control, kissing Draco back with just as much lust.
Draco kissed her with more force once she returned the kiss. She was a goddess, considering she had never done this before. She quickly returned the force, pushing her tongue into his mouth. Ginny moaned, arching her back into the kiss, not wanting it to end.
But the need for oxygen overtook the teens and they grudgingly pulled apart. Draco stared Ginny again, her lips swollen and breathing hard. Draco couldn't deny it. She was a gorgeous woman. Not to mention one hell of a kisser.
Ginny stared up at Draco, no longer caring about what an evil git he was. He was devilishly sexy and made her feel as if she was a queen. And those lips! Ginny bit her own to stop herself from attacking those luscious lips.
The teens stared into each other's eyes. In the distance the scraping of chairs could be heard and a faint bell. Neither of them seemed willing to move. Who cared what the outside world did? They wished to linger in their lustful bliss.
Draco knew he had class to get to, but was hesitant to leave his redheaded goddess. He shifted is weight as if to move but found something soft on his chin. Draco looked down to see Ginny on her tiptoes softly kissing his chin and neck. He lost it. Screw class. He instantly crashed his lips on hers once more wrapping his arms around her waist.
Ginny sighed as he kissed her again. Who cares about school when you can snog a sexy Slytherin?
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