|Chosen One, WTF
||[Aug. 14th, 2007|05:55 pm]
Ginny Lives Here
Title: Chosen Few
A/N: These are a little continuation of my other two drabbles, all inspired by Jann Arden's Insensitive.
Ginny tried to numb her heart, but found that the body bliss had taken over. I should have known.
It was all out in the open now.
His eyes were vague now, his thrusts casual, his touch careless.
She bared all, so baring just a little more couldn’t hurt. I hope. “I fell for you,” she admitted.
“Aren’t you one of the chosen few,” Draco mocked her.
She shook her head, half wishing she could throw him off her. “I found a friend.”
“In me?” he scoffed.
She nodded miserably.
“You were wrong.” He closed his eyes, coming inside her.
A/N: All these have been xposted to ginnyweasley100, ginny_draco100, and ummm, oh yeah, ginny_obsession.
“If it isn’t the Weaslette.”
Ginny could think of no way to block that voice – a voice she’d know anywhere. “Aren’t we too old for name calling?”
He smirked and she wanted to slap him.
“What do you want?”
“Just to say hello.”
Ginny rolled her eyes. “Don’t. Me and you are ancient history.”
“There never was a me and you,” Draco retorted.
“Maybe you can help me out, Malfoy. Can you give me some advice? Can you teach me how to be such an insensitive prick?”
His lips tightened. “Why don’t we just give us another go?”
Ginny just stared.