Dazzled by RFA

[lavivi]

OH MY GOD.  This is a beautiful love story.

I'm lightheaded.

This - is sheer brilliance.

 

It reminds me of...things in my own life, things I shouldn't post here because this is a public journal.  Suffice it to say it reminds me of my own experiences.

Am going to copy and paste, put it in Word, and substitute their names for Lily and Severus.  Make a second copy, with my own and whoever else I choose.

 

Draco kept his eyes on her in the half-darkness, feeling suddenly sick and nervous. He had her here. She had come with him. This was what he wanted.

Why could he think of no way to begin it?

She straightened and looked at him. She pushed her hair back - it was a fantasy color, in this light - and dropped her hand. She took a step towards him and opened her mouth, but she seemed, for a while, to be incapable of speech.

He couldn't help her.

"You can't just… take points from me," she finally said. But she didn't sound angry. "Put them back."

"It's too late," Draco managed. His lungs felt tight. "They get taken as soon as it's said."

"Oh." She licked her lips briefly and looked away at the wall.

She squared her shoulders and took a deep breath.

She walked straight up to him. Draco watched her approach, unable to react, unable to predict what was coming. Unwilling to hope. And In a flash of motion he could not have anticipated, Ginny flung her arms around him.

"You wrote back," she blurted, and hugged him tight.

Draco's heart stopped beating.

For a minute, he was too shocked by the strangeness of being hugged to do anything but stand there. He stared over her shoulder into the darkness at the end of the corridor, feeling the pressure of her her arms holding him, the soft rasp of her hair against his jaw.

And then, very slowly, he lifted his arms and put them around her, crossing them over her back. His fingertips just brushed her shoulders and he rested a little against her, not moving.

Amazed.

"I… hadn't expected you to reply at all," he said. His voice was not his own. It was low and quiet and he could feel the reverberation of it between their chests.

Ginny held him tighter. Her head fell against his shoulder.

"I would have written sooner," Draco heard himself say. "The last time. But I couldn't."

Ginny's reply was small and quiet. "I thought you'd changed your mind."

I did.

But he hadn't been able to hold out against that decision. Not when there was even the slightest possibility of this.

This isn't happening.

Draco leaned his head a little towards hers and shut his eyes in disbelief when his cheek met the cool of her hair. "I tried to," he said vaguely, no longer sure of anything. He adjusted his arms to bring her closer. "But I couldn't."

Ginny sighed and moved one hand a little, on his back.

Draco's mouth came open and he worked for air. She was here with him. Holding him. Touching him. And they had absolute privacy. Any moment now he would wake up in his bed at the Manor and the world would have somehow discovered his disobedient dreams - because this had to be a dream, this was all an illusion, she was not here, this could not happen. Not between them.

He settled his cheek more comfortably on the glossy slope of her hair.

"You do realize how dangerous this is?"

Ginny didn't answer him. She only moved her hand again, very softly, repeatedly tracing something that wasn't really there. Her gentle touch sent the most incredible sensations through him. He could not fathom how she did it. How through his clothing, her hand on nothing more exciting than back of his shoulder, she could make him feel so tense. So aware. He squeezed his eyes shut and let the touch swim through him. Danger didn't matter. Or, if it did, it didn't matter as much as this. Ginny was here, and she was touching him, and that was worth the risk.

"Can you remember how to get here alone?" he asked hoarsely, after a time had passed.

Ginny turned her head on his shoulder; her nose brushed the side of his throat. Her breath fluttered in and out against his skin, making his body tighten. "Yes," she half-whispered, and buried her face in his neck, hugging him closer. "I can remember." Her mouth moved as she mumbled. He could feel it on his neck.

Draco sucked in a breath and shifted his hips away to hide from her what was happening to him.

Ginny didn't seem to have noticed. She was moving again, turning her face up; he felt the soft brush of her cheek against his jaw and then the softer pulse of her breath on his chin.

Did she want…

Draco ducked his head. Their cheeks grazed; he drew back slightly, dragging his cheek along hers until their noses were side by side in the near darkness. He shut his eyes and felt for her approval, trying to sense if this was an invitation. Could he do what he wanted, could he have what he was truly here for - what he hoped they were both here for?

Draco turned his face just a little, until the corner of his mouth touched the corner of hers. All he needed to do was to turn his face another inch, and their lips would slide into place, and his whole body told him to do it - do it.

But did she… really want… All she needed to do was move a little. Show him. He waited, tense and wanting.

She barely rubbed her nose against his. She made a soft, permissive noise that drove a spike of heat straight into him. There would be no more waiting. Not tonight. Not ever.

Draco slid his mouth onto Ginny's and kissed her.

Pleasure. Sheer fantastic pleasure - a mouth under his own. And it was her mouth - pressing close, staying closed, sweet and chaste and even better than he remembered. Draco brushed his lips over hers, back and forth slowly, shocks rocketing into his brain at the soft, dry contact.

He pulled away a little and shifted again to get her at a better angle. Shifted to get his hips even further away because there was no way to stop what she was doing to his body. There was no sound but their mingled breath in the silence and Ginny did not step back, but she made a movement that was like a stumble; something had happened. She clung to his shoulders, and Draco tightened one arm up behind her back, holding her up, locking her to him. She would not fall. The other hand he brought to her face, and he held her there. He inclined his head; his nose touched hers, and it was quiet for a moment.

Ginny kissed him first, in the pause. She tilted up her chin and angled her face - her mouth hesitated on his without moving until Draco moved his thumb on her cheek and kissed her back. He wanted to kiss her more deeply than this - wanted her to open for him. He parted his lips just slightly and kissed her again, dragging his mouth shut on top of hers. He tilted his head and did it once more, trying to show her what he wanted.

Ginny's mouth opened, just barely.

Yes.

Draco fitted his mouth to hers and opened a bit wider, hoping to coax her with him.

She faltered, then matched him.

Oh yes.

His hand slid up the side of her face and his fingers curled a little in her hair, against her skin. Holding her mouth open with his own, Draco flicked his tongue in along hers. Quickly. Testing.

Ginny gasped his breath and gripped his robes.

He knew he was trembling. It was bizarre - he'd kissed like this before, with tongues and breath together - it should not have felt like something so entirely separate. Like something he had never done. But Ginny was soft and hesitant against him, forcing him to take his time, to introduce her to ideas and allow her to choose what she wanted. He slid his tongue against hers again, more slowly. Would she want… would she like… would she let him…

She responded. Barely, at first, and then with more curiosity, and Draco shuddered at the gentle, unimaginable exploration. She was slow, perfect torture, she was not used to this and she would not be rushed but she was giving this to him, she was learning this in his mouth… Ginny was kissing him with sweet inexperience, clutching his shoulders for balance…

Ginny.

He wanted to say her name. The overwhelming, ever-building hunger of a summer - of a year - detonated in his head and made it impossible to stay calm; Draco quickened the kiss without warning, without waiting for her to comply, and she clung on with a whimper that made his blood hot. This was Ginny. Ginny's taste, her hair, her skin, her body; he could feel her chest rising and falling and her knees hitting softly against his as he moved against her, trying to get better grips, better angles. It was unreal. He was high. He had kissed her like this in dreams all summer, like it was the last chance he was going to get - and now it was real. Real. His lips met hers again and again, open and hot and seeking - she could not keep up but she tried, she gave him her tongue, her hands - she was dizzy pleasure to him. This was what victory felt like. Draco pressed as close as he could and shifted against her body, pulling her into a better position.

Her hip brushed him.

Draco jumped at the friction and took a sharp breath - he hated himself immediately for jumping, but it was out of his control. He broke away from her mouth and took a half-step back, his hair falling into his eyes. His face was so hot that he knew he was blushing.

Damn it.

Ginny looked less bewildered than he would have expected as they untangled their arms and stood a foot apart, breathing heavily in the shadowy silence. Her eyes flickered down and then quickly away as if she knew what had happened, and it both mortified and surprised him; he had assumed total innocence after that kiss.

That kiss.

He couldn't even speak. He knew his voice would break. It hadn't in two years, but this would be one of the horrible times that it did; he had never… he hadn't realized … that kissing could go so deep.

Ginny glanced at him. He could not tell if she was flushed by the glow of the fire above them, or if it was emotion - it didn't matter. She looked tousled and drugged and her mouth was still a little bit wet. It was phenomenal. He had caused that.