I let him take it from me. Had I been saving it? Not necessarily, I was never into that type of thing. But I never expected to lose it to him.

The Gryffindor common room was full of the usual couples cuddling by the fire and students attempting to cram various incantations and potions into their memory. Hermione had darted off to the library yet again, and I was left to my own devices in the common room. I was bored and restless; I had finished all of my schoolwork and yearned for something to do.

The carriage clock above the fireplace struck 11 o'clock and the common room began to empty itself of the younger students. I sat staring at the fire for a while, too lost in thought to move. The clock struck 12, and more students returned to their dormitories. A few students continued, rather enthusiastically, heated activities while one or two disappeared out of the round portrait hole in search of a midnight snack.

Usually at this hour of the night, I would go to my dormitory in an attempt to study or read a romance novel, but tonight was different. I had always been a girl for adventure, but tonight I thirsted for it. I felt the need for an adrenaline rush and to feel the thoughts pour out of my head like stinksap. I stood from where I was sitting and instinctively made my way out of the portrait hole and into into the dark corridor.

I already knew where I wanted to go. The crisp outside air was exactly what I needed. I walked slowly onto the castle grounds towards the black lake, smooth as glass. The lake appeared to be dotted with glowing lights and a large luminescent orb, reflecting the dark canopy above it. A cool breeze blew my robes as I dropped them and dipped my feel into the cool water. It rippled across the surface, disturbing the peacefulness of the water. I sat there for a long time, gazing into the night.

Suddenly, the sound of someone walking on dewy grass broke the tranquil silence. I pulled my wand out of the pile of robes at my feet and pointed it in the direction of the footsteps.

"Get that damn thing out of my face, Weasley," said Malfoy, his starled face illuminated in the wandlight.

"What are you doing out here?" I choked out. His pale, milky skin almost glowed and his gray eyes resembled ice. I gulped.

"Why does it matter Weasley? At least I'm not sitting on the banks of the lake alone like you, you're probably thinking about 'The Chosen One' and how he'll never love you," spat Malfoy. He stood staring at me, smirking.

I felt blood rush to my cheeks. I did NOT need to be reminded of my unrequited feelings for Harry Potter by my arch enemy. Although, right now my arch enemy looked surprisingly attractive. I pushed my uncontrolled thoughts out of my head and focused and the anger welling up inside of me. My failed history with Harry was none of Malfoy's business.

"That is NONE of your concern Malfoy. If all you have to say to me is bullshit, leave me alone. I don't need you to remind me of how Harry will never love me, that's already been established, and I sure as hell do not fancy seeing your hideous rat face right now."

The honest words flowed out before I had the conscience to stop them. I didn't want to seem vulnerable, but it was obviously already too late.

Something in Malfoy's eyes changed. He opened his mouth as if though to speak, and then closed it again. He seemed lost for words. I then saw what changed; the contempt in his face had been replaced with pity and guilt.

"I didn't know," whispered Malfoy.

"No one does," I breathed back, lowering my wand. He didn't seem to be lying. Maybe he wasn't as much of a soulless monster as I thought.

"How about we go for a swim, okay?" said Malfoy, obviously trying to alleviate the awkwardness between us. For some reason, I felt more comfortable with him.

We both began to strip off pieces of unnecessary pieces of clothing and throw them into a pile. Malfoy peeled off a white button-down to reveal toned muscles. I swallowed and looked away, suddenly feeling self-conscious. I had a few civil words with this boy, and now I was unceremoniously stripping into my intimates for him? I pushed these motherly thoughts out of my head and removed my top. I saw Malfoy glance quickly over at me in my bra. With a deep breath, I took off my skirt. He was done undressing too, and we were both unsuccessfully attempting to keep our eyes on each other's faces. Malfoy was only in his boxers, and I in my ratty underwear and bra.

Silently, we both stepped into the black depths of the lake, slowly wading farther in until the water hit just beneath my chest. He stopped too and looked into my eyes.

"Can I call you Draco?" I asked, "I mean, we're both almost naked, we might as well be on a first name basis."

"Draco sounds good to me," he said, smiling and scanning my body.

I could hear the conversation coming to a stop. I didn't want it to.

"You want to talk to Draco Malfoy? What is wrong with you!" harped the motherly voice in my head. I blatantly ignored it. All the while, I could tell we were getting closer to each other, inch by inch."Draco, do you come here often?" I asked.

"Sometimes. Whenever I can't sleep. I turn into an insomniac when I can't stop thinking about someone."

"Who do you think about?" I inquired. It slipped out before I could stop myself.

"You." The answer was so blunt and honest, I almost didn't believe it.

"Me? Why me?" I asked. I was stunned.

"Because Weasley, the way your hair flows down you back and how your face turns beat red when you're angry. How you can kick my ass in Quidditch and how your eyes burn when you're determined. And it helps that your dead sexy."

My whole body felt warm. A new feeling took over me. I wanted him. I had no idea where it came from, but I was suddenly lusting for Draco Malfoy. And I liked it.

"Do you who I'm thinking about right now?" I purred seductively, enrapturing his attention.

"I have an idea," He said with a knowing smile, as I moved closer."I'm thinking of a guy with a fierce personality and eyes like ice. I'm thinking of someone who is proud and is a frequent insomniac. I'm thinking of someone who is sexy as hell, and who happens to be standing in front of me." I took a step closer to him and put my hands on his chest at the water level. He took my face in his hands, and kissed me.

The kiss grew deeper and more passionate with every second as my mouth worked over his. Draco pulled me close and snaked his hands to my back, fumbling with the clasp on my bra. The tattered garment fell into the water, as Draco broke the kiss and stared at my bare breasts. I had always found them quite small, but Draco didn't seem to mind; on the contrary, he couldn't keep his eyes off them.

My hands meandered beneath the waters to his boxers. I slowly pulled them down his toned legs and threw them onto the bank. He again captured my lips and I let my tongue explore his mouth. This time, it was more urgent, more demanding. Our hands groped each other freely as I let my hand explore below his waist. He shuddered with pleasure, still not breaking our embrace.

We made our way over the bank, crawling onto the edge while still keeping our hands on each other as much as possible; My mind was no longer working. Almost instinctively, I held onto him and looked into his eyes. He seemed to know exactly what I was thinking.

"Do you want to?" He asked breathlessly. My mind, the motherly voice mostly, was screaming in protest, but my body wanted him more than anything. I surveyed his body again, from below his waist to his muscles to the need in his whispered the words.

"Yes."

Everything was a blur after that. As if our feelings were amplified, we lost ourselves in a tangle of arms and legs and our embraces grew even more passionate. And then, out of nowhere, I felt a strange pressure and something hurt like hell. Tears rolled down my cheeks; I never imagined it would hurt this bad.

The sharp pain eventually turned into a dull ache, and the strange pressure became more pleasurable. I held onto Draco, not wanting to lose myself in his arms. His strokes became faster, and then it was over. Draco fell off me panting, and lay there beside him.

It was when our breathing became shallower that it hit me. As if I had been hit with a blunt object in the chest, I could barely conceal a strangled sob. My mind was spinning. I just lost my virginity to Draco Malfoy. I had sex with my brother and his best friend's arch enemy. His best friend that I happen to be in love with. Draco didn't seem to notice my distress; he was too busy looking for his clothing. I ran over to where my robes were and threw them on. In what I could only imagine was the speed of light, I ran, tears pouring down my cheeks, to the castle, ignoring Draco's calls of "Ginny?".

I flew through the portrait hole and up the stairs to my dormitory and into my four poster bed. Burying my head in the pillows, I let my tears drown me. One thought tortured me above all others and was constantly being repeated over and over in my mind.

I gave myself to Draco, and I don't even love him.