paradise_loved wrote 'Adding Up' for twiddlekinks
Title: Adding Up
Author: paradise_loved
Rating: PG-13
Possible Spoilers/Warnings: This occurs during HBP, but no real spoilers, slightly OOC
Summary: The uncertainty of Ginny's relationship with Harry leads her to find someone else in her search to finish a Potions essay.
Author's Notes: I worked my best at making them as clever as possible, along with a basic romantic element. I hope you enjoy it!
Beta: The lovely Nay.
Ginny was not sure what exactly it was about this night's Potions assignment, but she was nearly convinced that it was impossible. Not once, but a stunning four times had she restarted her essay (contrasting the use of plants to that of animal parts), and found that each new draft was worse than the latter. She had attempted to write in the Gryffindor Common Room until Harry and Ron, who talked obnoxiously throughout their games of chess.
After having enough of hearing their conversations ("If Trelawney and Firenze had some sort of child, how many legs d'you think it would have?"), she storms off and goes downstairs to the library, where she realizes she has about three hours to work before she had to be back in the dorms to sleep. Three hours to write three sheets of parchment - and she has no idea where to begin this fourth draft.
She finds herself a table secluded from the rest of the library which consisted of mostly younger students doing homework loudly. Ginny dips her quill in the bottle of ink and tapped it against the parchment, thinking of a new beginning. However, the ink had soon soaked through on the parchment and she still had no beginning.
She wonders about Harry for a moment and questions herself for leaving the Common Room to get away from him. Ginny knows that she has everything right now, but something just doesn't feel right. It just doesn't add up when she looks at it analytically. But now wasn't the time to start working out the math between her and Harry.
"I would guess that you aren't going to be getting up and moving anytime soon," sneers a voice, from behind her.
Ginny turns around to see Draco Malfoy standing over her, holding a textbook for NEWT Charms. She rolls her eyes and turns back to look at the blank sheet of parchment.
"You see, every other table seems to be taken by some sort of annoying second year and this would be a bit awkward if we had to sit here and work together."
"Work together?" Ginny scoffs. "I'm working on Potions and you've got Charms. I don't really see how we'd be working together by sitting at the same table working on two completely different things." She pauses. "But I could be wrong, of course, and I'm sure you'd love to tell me why."
Draco bites his lip, thinking, and then says, "D'you want me to just come right out and say it then? D'you want to hear how I wouldn't be caught dead sitting at the same table with Weasley slime, whether we're speaking or not? Would you rather hear about that?"
"Not particularly." she responds, with a false grin. "If you're done saying terrible things about my family, would you mind joining whatever lucky group of second years is going to be blessed with your charms?"
He looks at her, furrowing his eyebrows, and then drops his Charms textbook right across from her still-blank Potions essay. "On second thought, I think I'll stay."
"How brave of you," Ginny points out, sarcastically, as he sits down across from her and opens up his book.
"I'm brave? Just wait until Potter finds out that you've been sitting and making small talk with me," he says, "then we'll see who has to be brave. Newly coupled Weasley and Potter call it quits after accusations of adultery? Sounds absolutely heartbreaking."
"We're not married," she hisses, clearly offended.
"No, of course not, I must have been mistaken," Draco admits, knowing far too well that she was now hooked on whatever he had to say. He looks down back at his Charms book, tapping his dry quill against the page. "It's just the way he shows you off, brings you out and about wherever he goes… You always seem a bit annoyed by it, don't you? Not really sure of the magic between you and The Boy Who Lived really adds up… by the by, you wouldn't happen to know anything about melding charms, would you? I mean - I know that it's a NEWT Charms level thing, but I've always heard - "
"He doesn't show me off," she snaps, indignantly. "I choose to go with him when he has time to talk or spend time with me. Draco, we've only been dating for six bleeding weeks!"
He snorts obnoxiously and looks around before saying, "You just called me 'Draco', didn't you, Gin?" Draco winks.
Ginny bites her lip (and glances down at her Potions essay, which, at this rate, will probably never be done), and stands up from the table. She closes her eyes for a moment, questioning her reasoning, and then opens them, turning back to Draco. "You just sat with me to work on your assignment by choice, didn't you? And last time I checked, I believe that Harry probably trusts me slightly more than he trusts you. But then again, I could be wrong, seeing as how you know everything."
He attempts to stammer something, but Ginny gets up and grabs her parchment and other materials. She walks away, furious, now realizing that there is no chance that she'll be able to get her Potions essay finished by tomorrow. This was exactly what she needed right now. An unfinished (unstarted, but unfinished sounded vaguely responsible in her mind) essay, second thoughts about Harry, and the pressure of everything building up. As she nears the Restricted Section, she hastily makes up a poor excuse to find a book that perhaps she can use for her essay. She doesn't make it much further than a few aisles in before she hears, "Wait!"
Ginny turns around to see Draco running to catch up with her. Before she knows what's going on, he pushes her into one of the aisles against a shelf of dragon books, and breathes quietly, "I think you've forgotten something."
Draco presses his lips against hers forcefully, her hands claiming the small of her back and her cheek as they drop the books once held in them. She leans back, unsure, and when he runs his tongue along her bottom lip, she opens her mouth willingly. She drops her parchment and textbook with a loud clatter against the ground. Ginny lets her hands crawl up his chest, up to his shoulder, and to the side of his neck, which pulses at every lunge toward her mouth. She exhales deeply as he pulls away for a second and asks, "If it 'doesn't add up' between me and Harry, why should it add up with you?"
He thinks for a moment, and then leans down to kiss her again, his tongue exploring every corner of her mouth. She gasps into his mouth and tries harder to bring herself closer to any part of him. Pulling away, Draco whispers against her ear, "Have you ever felt that way after he's kissed you?"
"Has Pansy?" she replies with a smirk.
"She's a slut; she's felt everything," Draco answers, mocking her sarcastic tone. "Answer me."
"No," Ginny admits, shrugging. "I never leave wanting more from him, just satisfied by everything he does."
"Satisfied?" he says softly, his eyes growing wide. Draco bites her bottom lip softly and adds, "We can't have mere satisfaction if we're dealing with Ginny Weasley? How plain. I've been told that someone such as yourself needs the full treatment, left breathless and aching with every fiber of her being for something more."
"You just called me 'Ginny', didn't you, Draco?" she snaps, kissing his neck in between phrases.
Draco grabs her hand off of his shoulder and links it with his against her waist. He brings his head back down and claims her mouth once more, deeper and more passionate. Small breaths escape from her mouth from time to time, interchanged with soft moans and sharp inhales.
"I love the sounds you make, love," Draco says into her mouth as she smiles against his kiss.
Time passes without either of their knowledge, and soon, it is close to nine o'clock - with another hour before they have to be back in the dorm.
She pulls away, know realizing that they've been together for too long, and sighs before breathing, "I think this has gone on long enough."
"Do you want more, or have I left you - Merlin forbid - satisfied?" he asks, grinning. One of his hands cradles the small of her back as she leans against him, resting her hand on his chest.
"I'm not quite sure, maybe we'll have to try this again some other time," Ginny admits, winking.
"I'm going to pretend you just said you wanted more, just so I don't have to worry about it later," he replies, pulling back. "We should probably leave before we're caught back here."
"Just…" she sighs, pausing, and then asks, "what are we supposed to do with this?"
"Well, I suppose that perhaps this should be a regular rendez-vous, if that's something you can handle. I've heard my charms a little too much on some young witches," Draco explains, quietly. "That is, providing you're willing to end it with Potter. I may not be the best wizard for you at Hogwarts, but I won't be able to stand the fact that your lips have touched his if we do this more."
"End it?"
"You know it doesn't add up right - two and three don't add up to four last time I tried."
"Right… end it…" Ginny stammers. "I think I'll be capable of doing that."
"Breaking The Boy Who Lived's heart? I'm sure you'll be quite all right. Maybe then he'll work his way back to Chang."
She rolls her eyes and murmurs, "I have to get to bed and try to finish this before tomorrow morning." Ginny rises up on her toes and kisses his jaw line softly. "Wednesday night - eight o'clock - at the same table?"
"I can't see why I wouldn't," Draco answers, bringing his mouth down once more. This time her mouth claims his before he pulls back, reluctantly. He brings her hand to his mouth and kisses it softly. "G'night."
As she walks back to the Gryffindor Common Room, Ginny tries to figure out what just happened in the library. Clearly it was spontaneous, much like her relationship with Harry, but it was better than anything he could give her. On the other hand, this was the exact boy that Harry had been raving about being a Death Eater.
* * * * *
With Wednesday night rendez-vous only hours away, Draco had decided to walk past the entrance to the Gryffindor Common Room, in case there was a chance of an earlier meeting. He loiters awkwardly, desperately hoping that another Gryffindor won't walk past and see him waiting outside of it.
After a few minutes, the portrait opens and Harry and Ginny step out of it together. As they walk down the hall, Harry's right arm travels around her shoulder, his hand linking with hers. He glances at Draco, skeptically, before shoving him hard against the stone wall as he passes.
"Gotten sick of your minions, Malfoy?"
"Shut it, Potter," Draco spits back, his eyes never leaving Ginny. She looks at him as well, but her eyes say nothing back. As he watches the two walk away, he feels disgusted as Harry leans down and kisses her.
That evening, despite the events that afternoon, Draco decides to go the library anyway - which is significantly less crowded than two nights previous. He sits at the table, playing with a quill from his pocket, and waits for about twenty minutes. Impatient and furious, he gets up, quickly, before he hears, "Sorry for the delay."
Ginny backs him up against the stone wall and kisses him fiercely, with more than half the passion than she showed for Harry. Draco lets his hand rest on her waist as she claims his mouth. Pulling away to breathe, he asks quietly, "And Potter?"
"I can't," she admits, disappointedly. "Not now, with everything he's worried about. Besides, he'll know that something doesn't add up right when I leave him and he'll find out more than quickly about us. Will you be all right if we just stay together until the time is right? You won't be too jealous or anything of that sort?"
Draco leans down and kisses her lightly against the corner of her mouth. "I think I'll be more than all right, as long as I know that I'm the one that you want."
"Providing you just don't satisfy me, I think I'll be fine," Ginny answers, and takes his mouth back into hers.
ORIGINAL REQUEST:
BRIEFLY describe what you'd like to receive: nerdy fic in which we see the smart sides of Draco and Ginny
The tone/mood of the fic: intelligent
A Theme/element/line of dialogue/object you want in your fic: solving a math problem
Canon or AU? either/or
Rating of the the fic you want: PG13 to NC17
Deal Breakers (what don't you want?): no anal, and no grammatical faux pas, please.
Author: paradise_loved
Rating: PG-13
Possible Spoilers/Warnings: This occurs during HBP, but no real spoilers, slightly OOC
Summary: The uncertainty of Ginny's relationship with Harry leads her to find someone else in her search to finish a Potions essay.
Author's Notes: I worked my best at making them as clever as possible, along with a basic romantic element. I hope you enjoy it!
Beta: The lovely Nay.
Ginny was not sure what exactly it was about this night's Potions assignment, but she was nearly convinced that it was impossible. Not once, but a stunning four times had she restarted her essay (contrasting the use of plants to that of animal parts), and found that each new draft was worse than the latter. She had attempted to write in the Gryffindor Common Room until Harry and Ron, who talked obnoxiously throughout their games of chess.
After having enough of hearing their conversations ("If Trelawney and Firenze had some sort of child, how many legs d'you think it would have?"), she storms off and goes downstairs to the library, where she realizes she has about three hours to work before she had to be back in the dorms to sleep. Three hours to write three sheets of parchment - and she has no idea where to begin this fourth draft.
She finds herself a table secluded from the rest of the library which consisted of mostly younger students doing homework loudly. Ginny dips her quill in the bottle of ink and tapped it against the parchment, thinking of a new beginning. However, the ink had soon soaked through on the parchment and she still had no beginning.
She wonders about Harry for a moment and questions herself for leaving the Common Room to get away from him. Ginny knows that she has everything right now, but something just doesn't feel right. It just doesn't add up when she looks at it analytically. But now wasn't the time to start working out the math between her and Harry.
"I would guess that you aren't going to be getting up and moving anytime soon," sneers a voice, from behind her.
Ginny turns around to see Draco Malfoy standing over her, holding a textbook for NEWT Charms. She rolls her eyes and turns back to look at the blank sheet of parchment.
"You see, every other table seems to be taken by some sort of annoying second year and this would be a bit awkward if we had to sit here and work together."
"Work together?" Ginny scoffs. "I'm working on Potions and you've got Charms. I don't really see how we'd be working together by sitting at the same table working on two completely different things." She pauses. "But I could be wrong, of course, and I'm sure you'd love to tell me why."
Draco bites his lip, thinking, and then says, "D'you want me to just come right out and say it then? D'you want to hear how I wouldn't be caught dead sitting at the same table with Weasley slime, whether we're speaking or not? Would you rather hear about that?"
"Not particularly." she responds, with a false grin. "If you're done saying terrible things about my family, would you mind joining whatever lucky group of second years is going to be blessed with your charms?"
He looks at her, furrowing his eyebrows, and then drops his Charms textbook right across from her still-blank Potions essay. "On second thought, I think I'll stay."
"How brave of you," Ginny points out, sarcastically, as he sits down across from her and opens up his book.
"I'm brave? Just wait until Potter finds out that you've been sitting and making small talk with me," he says, "then we'll see who has to be brave. Newly coupled Weasley and Potter call it quits after accusations of adultery? Sounds absolutely heartbreaking."
"We're not married," she hisses, clearly offended.
"No, of course not, I must have been mistaken," Draco admits, knowing far too well that she was now hooked on whatever he had to say. He looks down back at his Charms book, tapping his dry quill against the page. "It's just the way he shows you off, brings you out and about wherever he goes… You always seem a bit annoyed by it, don't you? Not really sure of the magic between you and The Boy Who Lived really adds up… by the by, you wouldn't happen to know anything about melding charms, would you? I mean - I know that it's a NEWT Charms level thing, but I've always heard - "
"He doesn't show me off," she snaps, indignantly. "I choose to go with him when he has time to talk or spend time with me. Draco, we've only been dating for six bleeding weeks!"
He snorts obnoxiously and looks around before saying, "You just called me 'Draco', didn't you, Gin?" Draco winks.
Ginny bites her lip (and glances down at her Potions essay, which, at this rate, will probably never be done), and stands up from the table. She closes her eyes for a moment, questioning her reasoning, and then opens them, turning back to Draco. "You just sat with me to work on your assignment by choice, didn't you? And last time I checked, I believe that Harry probably trusts me slightly more than he trusts you. But then again, I could be wrong, seeing as how you know everything."
He attempts to stammer something, but Ginny gets up and grabs her parchment and other materials. She walks away, furious, now realizing that there is no chance that she'll be able to get her Potions essay finished by tomorrow. This was exactly what she needed right now. An unfinished (unstarted, but unfinished sounded vaguely responsible in her mind) essay, second thoughts about Harry, and the pressure of everything building up. As she nears the Restricted Section, she hastily makes up a poor excuse to find a book that perhaps she can use for her essay. She doesn't make it much further than a few aisles in before she hears, "Wait!"
Ginny turns around to see Draco running to catch up with her. Before she knows what's going on, he pushes her into one of the aisles against a shelf of dragon books, and breathes quietly, "I think you've forgotten something."
Draco presses his lips against hers forcefully, her hands claiming the small of her back and her cheek as they drop the books once held in them. She leans back, unsure, and when he runs his tongue along her bottom lip, she opens her mouth willingly. She drops her parchment and textbook with a loud clatter against the ground. Ginny lets her hands crawl up his chest, up to his shoulder, and to the side of his neck, which pulses at every lunge toward her mouth. She exhales deeply as he pulls away for a second and asks, "If it 'doesn't add up' between me and Harry, why should it add up with you?"
He thinks for a moment, and then leans down to kiss her again, his tongue exploring every corner of her mouth. She gasps into his mouth and tries harder to bring herself closer to any part of him. Pulling away, Draco whispers against her ear, "Have you ever felt that way after he's kissed you?"
"Has Pansy?" she replies with a smirk.
"She's a slut; she's felt everything," Draco answers, mocking her sarcastic tone. "Answer me."
"No," Ginny admits, shrugging. "I never leave wanting more from him, just satisfied by everything he does."
"Satisfied?" he says softly, his eyes growing wide. Draco bites her bottom lip softly and adds, "We can't have mere satisfaction if we're dealing with Ginny Weasley? How plain. I've been told that someone such as yourself needs the full treatment, left breathless and aching with every fiber of her being for something more."
"You just called me 'Ginny', didn't you, Draco?" she snaps, kissing his neck in between phrases.
Draco grabs her hand off of his shoulder and links it with his against her waist. He brings his head back down and claims her mouth once more, deeper and more passionate. Small breaths escape from her mouth from time to time, interchanged with soft moans and sharp inhales.
"I love the sounds you make, love," Draco says into her mouth as she smiles against his kiss.
Time passes without either of their knowledge, and soon, it is close to nine o'clock - with another hour before they have to be back in the dorm.
She pulls away, know realizing that they've been together for too long, and sighs before breathing, "I think this has gone on long enough."
"Do you want more, or have I left you - Merlin forbid - satisfied?" he asks, grinning. One of his hands cradles the small of her back as she leans against him, resting her hand on his chest.
"I'm not quite sure, maybe we'll have to try this again some other time," Ginny admits, winking.
"I'm going to pretend you just said you wanted more, just so I don't have to worry about it later," he replies, pulling back. "We should probably leave before we're caught back here."
"Just…" she sighs, pausing, and then asks, "what are we supposed to do with this?"
"Well, I suppose that perhaps this should be a regular rendez-vous, if that's something you can handle. I've heard my charms a little too much on some young witches," Draco explains, quietly. "That is, providing you're willing to end it with Potter. I may not be the best wizard for you at Hogwarts, but I won't be able to stand the fact that your lips have touched his if we do this more."
"End it?"
"You know it doesn't add up right - two and three don't add up to four last time I tried."
"Right… end it…" Ginny stammers. "I think I'll be capable of doing that."
"Breaking The Boy Who Lived's heart? I'm sure you'll be quite all right. Maybe then he'll work his way back to Chang."
She rolls her eyes and murmurs, "I have to get to bed and try to finish this before tomorrow morning." Ginny rises up on her toes and kisses his jaw line softly. "Wednesday night - eight o'clock - at the same table?"
"I can't see why I wouldn't," Draco answers, bringing his mouth down once more. This time her mouth claims his before he pulls back, reluctantly. He brings her hand to his mouth and kisses it softly. "G'night."
As she walks back to the Gryffindor Common Room, Ginny tries to figure out what just happened in the library. Clearly it was spontaneous, much like her relationship with Harry, but it was better than anything he could give her. On the other hand, this was the exact boy that Harry had been raving about being a Death Eater.
* * * * *
With Wednesday night rendez-vous only hours away, Draco had decided to walk past the entrance to the Gryffindor Common Room, in case there was a chance of an earlier meeting. He loiters awkwardly, desperately hoping that another Gryffindor won't walk past and see him waiting outside of it.
After a few minutes, the portrait opens and Harry and Ginny step out of it together. As they walk down the hall, Harry's right arm travels around her shoulder, his hand linking with hers. He glances at Draco, skeptically, before shoving him hard against the stone wall as he passes.
"Gotten sick of your minions, Malfoy?"
"Shut it, Potter," Draco spits back, his eyes never leaving Ginny. She looks at him as well, but her eyes say nothing back. As he watches the two walk away, he feels disgusted as Harry leans down and kisses her.
That evening, despite the events that afternoon, Draco decides to go the library anyway - which is significantly less crowded than two nights previous. He sits at the table, playing with a quill from his pocket, and waits for about twenty minutes. Impatient and furious, he gets up, quickly, before he hears, "Sorry for the delay."
Ginny backs him up against the stone wall and kisses him fiercely, with more than half the passion than she showed for Harry. Draco lets his hand rest on her waist as she claims his mouth. Pulling away to breathe, he asks quietly, "And Potter?"
"I can't," she admits, disappointedly. "Not now, with everything he's worried about. Besides, he'll know that something doesn't add up right when I leave him and he'll find out more than quickly about us. Will you be all right if we just stay together until the time is right? You won't be too jealous or anything of that sort?"
Draco leans down and kisses her lightly against the corner of her mouth. "I think I'll be more than all right, as long as I know that I'm the one that you want."
"Providing you just don't satisfy me, I think I'll be fine," Ginny answers, and takes his mouth back into hers.
ORIGINAL REQUEST:
BRIEFLY describe what you'd like to receive: nerdy fic in which we see the smart sides of Draco and Ginny
The tone/mood of the fic: intelligent
A Theme/element/line of dialogue/object you want in your fic: solving a math problem
Canon or AU? either/or
Rating of the the fic you want: PG13 to NC17
Deal Breakers (what don't you want?): no anal, and no grammatical faux pas, please.