Fire and Ice

A Suprising Realisation

Ginny awoke in a state of confusion.

Her body was hot, too hot. Looking underneath her through bleary, half-closed eyes, she saw ripples of ripped abs and a sprinkling of ash-coloured chest hair.

Oh.

Staring at Draco's naked torso, Ginny's chocolate eyes travelled up and up until she found his face.

When asleep, Draco's face was soft, young and innocent. Free from frown lines, grimaces and his signature-haughty expression, Draco looked like a Heaven-sent angel, with his sculpted features and striking appearance. Heat radiated off his body, like a cooking oven. Slowly easing herself off him, Ginny settled into the spot next to him, his arm still slung around her bare stomach. Ginny looked down, confused, wondering why her stomach was bare.

OH.

She was fully naked, her shorts and tee-shirt in a tangled heap at the bottom of the bed. Hmmm. Ah. Draco was naked too.

They had sex. Again. But this time, they were sober.

And this time, it was amazing. Passionate, caring, slow. Not wild, heated and drunk.

Ginny had no idea that a Malfoy could be so humanly, and considerate, and loving.

Not that they were in love.

Ginny stared at the boy who'd made love to her the night before. She heard cuckoos outside her dormitory window. Using the technique her father had taught her many years ago, Ginny counted that it was five in the morning. They had nearly four hours before they had to go to lessons.

Still gazing at Draco, Ginny allowed her fingers to gently brush through Draco's chest hair as she contemplated over the events that have occurred in the past month. Draco growled sexily in his sleep every time Ginny's fingers touched his bare skin.

Ginny and Draco had duelled. Ginny and Draco got drunk together. Draco and Ginny talked. Ginny and Draco had drunk sex. Ginny knee'd Draco in the Knuts. Ginny healed Draco. Draco healed Ginny. Ginny owled Draco, Draco owled Ginny. Draco told Ginny that he no longer wanted anything to do with her. Ginny narrowly missed being Burned alive. Draco soothed and comforted Ginny. Draco owled Ginny, Ginny owled Draco.  Ginny and Draco talked. Draco and Ginny had sex.

It's like a circle, Ginny mused, smiling slightly as Draco frowned when Ginny pulled on one of his chest hairs.

He grumbled, before rolling over, sliding his hand from her stomach and placing his back to her. Ginny's stomach felt cold with the sudden lack of heat.

Not in a million years, would I have ever thought I'd wake up next to Draco Malfoy, and be happy.

Ginny's brow furrowed as she pondered over the implications of her and Draco's... relationship. The Weasleys would disown her, she knew that. Weasleys and Malfoys have been sworn enemies since Wizard/Witch Zero. Her brothers would most likely hunt Draco down, and kill him. Before Draco kills them first, Ginny thought, somewhat smugly. She'd seen Draco duel before, and has heard of his talent in a fight, wand or physical. She'd heard students say that his skills rivalled the great Harry Potter, even.

The Malfoys... they'd kill Ginny, no questions asked. Ginny distinctively remembered Draco's bitter words: you have no idea how influential my family is... if my father wanted you dead, you'd be dead.

A rush of fear stabbed Ginny's heart as she thought of Lucius Malfoy finding out about Draco and Ginny. He'd kill me, she thought, before shaking her head. Draco wouldn't ever allow that.

But does Draco feel the same way about Ginny, as she does about him. Staring at his strong, muscular back, Ginny decided that he does. No  one, with Draco's formidable father, would risk seeing his family's enemy's daughter if they didn't feel something for her.

But, does that mean I feel something for him?

Suddenly, a surprising realisation dawned upon Ginny. She loved Draco Malfoy.

"I love Draco Malfoy," she whispered wonderingly, tasting the words around her tongue. They fitted nicely.

Oblivious to Ginny's declaration of love, Draco continued to sleep.

With all of the recent events, what with Soshry's sleeve catching fire, Valence trying to burn Ginny and the connection to Draco's father, Ginny and Draco barely had any time to spend together, and just talk about... anything. Each other. How they feel. Likes and dislikes. Frowning, Ginny realised that she doesn't know Draco's favourite colour. She vowed she'd find out as soon as possible.

Ginny didn't want a proper relationship, with hearts and flowers and feelings and declarations of love. She wasn't that type of girl, and she sure as Merlin knew Draco wasn't that type of boy. She just wanted Draco, and for Draco to know that she was his, all his.

I haven't felt this way about anyone, Ginny thought, cuddling up against Draco's warm back. Not Michael, not Dean... not even Harry.

Draco turned and pressed Ginny into his chest, snoring softly, oblivious and blissful in his sleep.

"I love you." Ginny whispered against his chest hair. She received a snore in return.

Sighing contently, she snuggled into his body and fell asleep.