I'm still attracted to you, no one's around to make us do what we're supposed to, so lie here in my arms

He was addicted to her, and he hated every moment of it. He hated that every time he saw her he would stare. He hated that he would follow her (unnoticed of course) just to hear her voice. He hated that he always wondered what she looked like under her robes. He hated that he couldn't sleep with any of the Slytherin sluts without thinking of her. What he hated most of all, though, was that she wasn't even aware of how she drove him crazy. It had been going on for months and he was at his breaking point. Luckily, he knew just how to end it.

He attacked that night while she was on her rounds. He had made sure the Mudblood Granger had let him make up the patrol assignments for the month. Blackmail could be so rewarding. He assigned his obsession the dungeons, and then all he had to do was wait. When she passed the opening to his private quarters he struck. He pulled her back into his rooms before she could even make a sound. He clamped a hand over her mouth and held her against him. He could feel her heart speed up and when she tried to bite his hand he chuckled. "Now now Weasley, none of that." He could feel her relax a bit as she recognized who held her, and he grinned at her naïveté.

"If you promise not to scream I'll move my hand, got it?" When she nodded he moved his hand to caress her cheek. "What the hell do you want Malfoy?" He chuckled again and tightened his grip around her waist. "I have a proposition for you Little Weasel, and I warn you that I'm not going to take no for an answer." He turned her in his arms and pinned her to the him. "Wha-what sort of proposition?" He leered at her and pulled her even tighter against him. "Not even you are that innocent, Little Weasel."

She started to struggle then, and he laughed. "Let me go, Malfoy." He moved one hand from her waist to her face. He tilted her chin up and smoothed his fingers over her lips. "Why would I do that Little Weasel? It took a lot of planning to get you here and we've not even started yet." He bent his head down and gently touched his lips to hers. When she jerked her head to the side he sighed. "C'mon Ginevra, you know I want you…and I know you want me." He forced her face back towards his and pressed his lips to hers again. "No, Malfoy…I don't--I can't."

"Yes you can Ginny…No one's around to make us do what we're supposed to…please Gin, I need you." And he pressed his lips to hers for a third time. When she sighed and kissed back he knew he had won. He began to back her up until her knees hit the bed, then he deepened the kiss. When he finally tasted his obsession all coherent thought flew out the window.

It wasn't until much later, with her cuddled up to his side, that he realized that he had misjudged the situation. Instead of getting rid of his addiction he could feel it growing stronger. One taste would never be enough. He pulled her tighter against him and kissed her forehead. When her eyes opened he smirked, "I'm still attracted to you."

She nuzzled her nose into his neck. "No one's around to make us do what we're supposed to," she repeated his words to him.

With a kiss he replied, "So lie here in my arms…"

A/N: Another challege from Mynuet's LiveJournal. The characters aren't mine. Neither is the line at the top. I hope you all enjoy this fic...