It's been a long time, I know. I've had a lot going on in my life and basically I completely forgot about this site. I returned the other day and realized I had left a story unfinished. Since I now have my sights firmly set on becoming a professional writer I want to practice as much as possible when I'm not doing my 'real' work so my aim is to pick up where I left off and practice by writing fan fictions again.

So here goes nothing as I continue with Ginny's Heart.


I own only the plot. Everything else is owned by J. K. Rowling and Warner Bros.


I walked back up to the Gryffindor common room in a daze. What had just happened? I knew that Malfoy had just kissed me. I knew that. But why had my legs turned to jelly? Why had my brain turned to cotton wool? And why had my stomach turned into a butterfly house?

I couldn't be attracted to Malfoy. Not to that little slimebucket. I was in love with Harry. I knew I was in love with Harry.

The problem was that I knew that Harry did not feel the same. He may like me, but if Cho Chang changed her mind he'd be off like a shot. I couldn't allow anything to happen between me and him or I'd get hurt. Not that I wouldn't get hurt if anything were to happen between me and Mal-

-What was I thinking? Nothing would ever happen between me and Malfoy! That moment back there was just him teasing, trying to make me like him. And it hadn't worked. It hadn't.

That night I couldn't sleep, my head was too full of Malfoy. As everyone came back from the ball, giggling and whispering, I pretended to be well away. Eventually the noise of gossiping girls was replaced by the sound of soft snores. I decided to go for a walk.

I got dressed and left the dorm and the common room behind me. I didn't care about getting caught. I didn't even know where I was going. It was as if my feet were carrying me with a mind of their own.

Suddenly there was a shape up ahead of me.


I tried to duck into the shadows but it was too late. I'd been seen. I felt a pair of strong hands on my arms.

'Well, well, well. The Weasel's out of bed. Naughty girl.'

That's when I realized it wasn't Filch at all, but Malfoy, also out for a late night stroll.

I also realized that he still had his hands on my arms and that my back was against the cool stone wall. 'What do you want, Malfoy?'

'I wasn't tired so I decided to go for a walk. When I saw you out of bed I wondered if it had anything to do with our encounter. I had to find out.'

'Like you have any effect on when I go to bed, Malfoy.' I regretted the words as soon as they were out of my mouth.

Malfoy smirked at me, 'I'd like to think I could do.'

He was going to kiss me again. I waited with bated breath for the brush of his lips against mine, the same teasing, tantalizing taste of him that I had had before. He moved in slowly, so I could feel his breath on my face. As his lips met mine he kissed me hard. I was pushed up against the wall as his arms slid around my waist. His tongue slid into my mouth as his hands moved across my body. My hands were clutching his hair, caressing his face as my tongue returned his invitation.

And then suddenly it was over. We stood together, our faces close, breathing hard.

'Ginny, I'm sorry. I can't...' With that, Malfoy turned and fled up the corridor.

All I could do was watch him go.


So there you go. Please remember that I haven't looked at this story for about two or three years so, I can't even remember where I was originally going with it! Hopefully this chapter of pure fluff will fuel my ideas!