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mia_alexandria) wrote2007-02-19 04:19 pm
mia_alexandria) wrote2007-02-19 04:19 pm
The Wait Is Finally Over!
[mood| 
pleased]
[music| Everything's Just Wonderful - Lily Allen]
I know what you all might be thinking: "Chapter 15 of A Study of the Mind is complete!" No, not really. But I have started writing it! :D Hey; at least it's something.
I finally got inspired and I started writing a couple of days ago. It's not complete yet for a lot is going to happen in this chapter (and I mean A LOT). At the end of it you might squee with joy for what I'm going to put in it (or you might not), but there's going to be some action between certain characters.
Here's a peek:
From chapter 15, entitled "Confusion". I have good chapter names now! ^^
Blaise,
I need to speak with you. It’s urgent.
Alise
* * * * * * * *
“Hey, Malfoy, you have a visitor.”
“Ah, Ginevra, how nice of you to join me,” Draco replied to his guard’s comment, eager to see Ginny again.
“Yes, well, I suppose it’s nice to see you too, Draco. We haven’t spoken in quite awhile,” Ginny said with a nervous smile before dismissing the guard.
“It pains me to hear that, too. I do enjoy our meetings after all,” Draco answered, pouting slightly.
“I’m terribly sorry about that. I’ve been busy lately and had every intention to visit you, but well, certain events got in my way, and needless to say, I was unable to schedule time with you.”
“It’s quite alright, Ginevra. I completely understand.”
Draco smiled after this last statement and, for some odd reason, it was his smile that unnerved Ginny. Not the fact that he kept reffering to her by her real name, but the smile. There was something in that smile that she couldn’t place. Some emotion that was hidden in Draco’s innocent gesture. And the fact that she couldn’t place that emotion was what bothered her.
Shaking off her feelings, Ginny proceeded with her meeting.
* * * * * * * *
Alise,
Just name the place and the time and I’ll be there.
Blaise
No more for you.
BUT, I have started writing the last chapter (which should be coming up soon...which means the end to our tale) because I got bits of it stuck in my head, and well, I couldn't help it. I couldn't fall asleep one night, so I grabbed my notebook and the words just flowed out. It's about five pages so far, but it's not even close to being finished. When you read it, though, certain things might be VERY familiar to you. ;)
Because I'm in a good mood:
Entitled "Mad Love"
He didn’t know why, how, or when, but it just happened. All of a sudden, it just clicked.
And he was finding that he liked it.
It was a refreshing change from the dull and drear he was feeling these days.
When he first saw her walk in, he had originally pegged her as something else. He had no interest, no need for romantic attachments or involvements of any kind.
But days grew into months and he found he was quite interested in her. She was different, special. The others couldn’t hold a candle to her in any respects.
Now his sole purpose was to get her to feel the same.
He had to admit that the task was difficult, but not too. Of course she had heard the rumours, the tales, the various opinions, forming her own with each voiced tale, but he would show her that he would never, could never, be like that when he was around her.
And eventually, they shared a rather heated kiss, spurred on by whom, he couldn’t recall. All he remembered was the kiss itself: his fingers through her hair, her soft lips on his, their tongues mingling and twisting with one another. He drank her in and she him, both with the feeling that their thirst could never be sated.
He broke away from her, his body rushing from the adrenaline and allowed the sound of her breathing to bring him back to solid ground.
Oh yes, his motives for wanting her were different now. Now it was all about ensuring her fall.
And with time, like all things, she did fall. She professed her love to him one evening when he was beginning to lose hope in his dream of she and he. She confessed and he no longer had anything to worry about.
She was finally his.
You may think you know who I'm refering to, but you may be wrong. It applies to multiple couples within my fic. :)
None of the parts that I've shown you here are beta-ed, so please forgive me of any grammatical or spelling errors you may encounter.
Enjoy!
xoxox
pleased] [music| Everything's Just Wonderful - Lily Allen]
I know what you all might be thinking: "Chapter 15 of A Study of the Mind is complete!" No, not really. But I have started writing it! :D Hey; at least it's something.
I finally got inspired and I started writing a couple of days ago. It's not complete yet for a lot is going to happen in this chapter (and I mean A LOT). At the end of it you might squee with joy for what I'm going to put in it (or you might not), but there's going to be some action between certain characters.
Here's a peek:
From chapter 15, entitled "Confusion". I have good chapter names now! ^^
Blaise,
I need to speak with you. It’s urgent.
Alise
* * * * * * * *
“Hey, Malfoy, you have a visitor.”
“Ah, Ginevra, how nice of you to join me,” Draco replied to his guard’s comment, eager to see Ginny again.
“Yes, well, I suppose it’s nice to see you too, Draco. We haven’t spoken in quite awhile,” Ginny said with a nervous smile before dismissing the guard.
“It pains me to hear that, too. I do enjoy our meetings after all,” Draco answered, pouting slightly.
“I’m terribly sorry about that. I’ve been busy lately and had every intention to visit you, but well, certain events got in my way, and needless to say, I was unable to schedule time with you.”
“It’s quite alright, Ginevra. I completely understand.”
Draco smiled after this last statement and, for some odd reason, it was his smile that unnerved Ginny. Not the fact that he kept reffering to her by her real name, but the smile. There was something in that smile that she couldn’t place. Some emotion that was hidden in Draco’s innocent gesture. And the fact that she couldn’t place that emotion was what bothered her.
Shaking off her feelings, Ginny proceeded with her meeting.
* * * * * * * *
Alise,
Just name the place and the time and I’ll be there.
Blaise
No more for you.
BUT, I have started writing the last chapter (which should be coming up soon...which means the end to our tale) because I got bits of it stuck in my head, and well, I couldn't help it. I couldn't fall asleep one night, so I grabbed my notebook and the words just flowed out. It's about five pages so far, but it's not even close to being finished. When you read it, though, certain things might be VERY familiar to you. ;)
Because I'm in a good mood:
Entitled "Mad Love"
He didn’t know why, how, or when, but it just happened. All of a sudden, it just clicked.
And he was finding that he liked it.
It was a refreshing change from the dull and drear he was feeling these days.
When he first saw her walk in, he had originally pegged her as something else. He had no interest, no need for romantic attachments or involvements of any kind.
But days grew into months and he found he was quite interested in her. She was different, special. The others couldn’t hold a candle to her in any respects.
Now his sole purpose was to get her to feel the same.
He had to admit that the task was difficult, but not too. Of course she had heard the rumours, the tales, the various opinions, forming her own with each voiced tale, but he would show her that he would never, could never, be like that when he was around her.
And eventually, they shared a rather heated kiss, spurred on by whom, he couldn’t recall. All he remembered was the kiss itself: his fingers through her hair, her soft lips on his, their tongues mingling and twisting with one another. He drank her in and she him, both with the feeling that their thirst could never be sated.
He broke away from her, his body rushing from the adrenaline and allowed the sound of her breathing to bring him back to solid ground.
Oh yes, his motives for wanting her were different now. Now it was all about ensuring her fall.
And with time, like all things, she did fall. She professed her love to him one evening when he was beginning to lose hope in his dream of she and he. She confessed and he no longer had anything to worry about.
She was finally his.
You may think you know who I'm refering to, but you may be wrong. It applies to multiple couples within my fic. :)
None of the parts that I've shown you here are beta-ed, so please forgive me of any grammatical or spelling errors you may encounter.
Enjoy!
xoxox