COOKIE QUOTE OF THE DAY:
(I’m trying to keep this PG-13… so it’s strategically edited from in between two passages that are not, shall we say, PG-13 at all.)
“Are you all right?” she whispered.
“No,” he replied. “Ginny, I have to… I’m going to…if we keep on…”
She looked afraid. He saw it in her eyes.
He leaned forward even further, not sure what he was about to say, or do.
She broke away, sliding sideways, then rolling out of bed and to her feet. Away from him.
Draco stared at her. He was about to say something that was not fair, but he could not be fair. So he said nothing, instead; he watched her leave the room. He heard the door to the bathroom open, and then the sound of running water.
If there had been a coherent thought in his head, it would have been that he had not gone to his father and told him that Ron Weasley was on the train, which was what he should have done, which was what his father would have wanted him to do. Defying his father was harder than anything else he ever had to do, even in this negative way. And he’d been trying to spare Ginny herself, and she didn’t appreciate it, and she cared more about that damn cousin of hers. And Ginny owed something to him. She should give him a reward, it was simple justice, and letting him touch her breasts was not enough. It was a tantalizing, unendurable taste. She had to do more, she had to let him do more—and he knew that he could not continue that train of thought.
He sat up and leaned back against the headboard, wishing that he could slam it hard with his fists, or pound on the walls, or yell, or do something to relieve his unbearable tension. He couldn’t, of course. If anybody heard—
But he had to do something.
And for the sake of PG-13ness, it ends right there!