A/N: This is pure fluff and smut just like the summary says, if not having a real plot bothers you, then don't read. I have something more serious in the works, but I was in a mood to write something lighthearted, so here it is. It practically writes itself.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, any characters or plots either. I only tinker with JK Rowling's wonderful plot! Oh, Lisa is mine, I'll keep her.

Chapter 1:

Ginny sighed as she pushed the food on her plate around. She was sick of boy drama; it seemed that boys were the only things girls her age talked about anymore. She guessed it was because it was easier to stress about boys than try to deal with Voldemort returning to power again. Yes, it was much easier. She had plenty of boyfriends last year, but she was never able to really fall for any of them. That was why she kept breaking it off with them after a month or so. Some of them accused her of being cold, and maybe she was, when it came to boyfriends at least.

"Earth to Ginny,… hello?" Lisa's voice reached Ginny's ears, and she was brought into the present.

"Huh? Oh, sorry. What were you saying?"

"Sheesh Gin, you could at least pretend to listen."

"Sorry Lisa. What were you saying about Jeffery?" Ginny asked sweetly.

"I was just saying how wonderful he's been since I saw him on the train. I think he likes me. Do you think so?" Lisa asked hopefully.

Ginny didn't have to lie to her; she had noticed the way Jeffery eyed her friend whenever he saw her. "Of course he likes you. He practically goes Ga-Ga and forgets which way is up every time he comes near you. If you like him you should go for it," Ginny encouraged.

"I saw Dean looking pretty smitten with you. What do you think of him? I think he's damn hot. You should go out with him, if he asks you."

"I don't know Lis… He's kinda boring," Ginny stated noncommittally.

"Suit yourself," Lisa proceeded to bat her eyes at Jeffery at the Ravenclaw table.

"I'm going to head up to bed. I'll see you." Ginny grabbed her bag and headed out of the Great Hall. As she was making her way up the stairs she felt someone behind her, and she tensed up.

"Hello Weaslette," whispered Draco dangerously.

"Oh, sod off Malfoy. I'm really not in the mood to deal with you right now."

"Bad day? Some bloke treat you badly?" asked Draco maliciously.

"What do you care, Malfoy?" asked Ginny. She really hoped he would leaver her alone.

"I don't. Just curious," Draco shrugged his shoulders.

"Leave me alone Malfoy," Ginny pleaded.

"Nope, not going to do that."

"Merlin Malfoy! What the fuck? What the hell did I do to you?"

"Hmm, let's see, we can start with that Bat Bogey Hex. You are a feisty little wench," replied Draco tauntingly.

That's when it hit her. Draco Malfoy was hitting on her. True, normally guys would compliment your outfit, bring you chocolates or flowers, but Malfoy insulted you like you were 5 years old on the school playground.

"Don't you forget it, Ferret" replied Ginny playfully. Now she was having fun. This was what she enjoyed about boys: fucking with them. She liked feeling in control. She liked having power over them, power over their sexual desires.

"Oh, how could I? I bet I could teach you a few things Weaslette," Draco walked toward her, and she found herself between him and the wall. He put his arm up and placed his hand on the stone wall. "The things I could do to you. Tsk. Tsk. It's too bad really," Draco sighed.

"Yes, it is too bad. Too bad that I'd never give you a chance in hell to try," Ginny whispered seductively. Then she quickly stepped out from under his arm and walked up the stairs. She could feel his eyes on her back. It took all she had, not to have kissed him right there. What the hell was she thinking?!? Kiss Draco Bloody Malfoy!?! I must be loosing my mind. Ginny mentally shook herself as she entered the Gryffindor Common Room. She needed sleep. Yes, that's what she needed. A good night's sleep to shake off her attraction to Malfoy. Wait, attraction to Malfoy? Yes, she had to admit it. She had definitely been attracted to him. He was dangerous and a challenge. She loved the thought of conquering and controlling the great Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Sex God. It was alright, wasn't it? I was really just a game, that's all. He was just another conquest.

"That's all for today. Bring me a sample of your potions, then you may leave," Snape snapped at the class.

Ginny was thanking Merlin that Potions was over. She was actually fairly good at Potions, but she was getting tired of sitting in the dingy dungeon for the past two hours. She collected her things then brought her vial up to the Professor.

She was the last one out of the class. She watched as the rest of her classmates hurried excitedly away from the dungeon. The last class of the day was over, and they were free for two and half days. She walked slowly down the corridor. She wasn't in much of a hurry. Hermione and Ron would probably be snogging in the Common Room, Lisa would probably be out with Jeffery, and she felt uncomfortable around Harry. She knew that he was interested in her, but she just wasn't into him anymore. There's only so much a girl can take. He had ignored her for so many years, and she was over waiting for him to come around. She figured that she would just go to the library and study. At least she'd probably do well on her O.W.L.s this year, with all her friends coupled up. She remembered that day outside the Great Hall with Draco. She hadn't told anyone about that encounter. She remembered the smell of his cologne, the look of desire in his piercing gray eyes, and she imagined the way his shoulders, chest, and stomach would look like under his robes. She felt heat rising to her face. She was sure he was chiseled. He was an excellent Quidditch player, but he was a Seeker. So, his muscles wouldn't be bulky, they would be toned and strong. As her mind lingered over the potential of Draco's shoulders and abs, her feet wandered aimlessly through the dungeons.

She replayed the scene in her mind, but this time instead of running away, she kissed him. She imagined his lips on hers, his arms around her body, his penetrating tongue, his arms caressing—

She was startled out of her thoughts as someone grabbed her and pulled her into a dark, empty classroom.

"Wha—" but she was cut off and a pair of hot lips smashed into hers.

She knew who it was, she recognized his smell. She wondered if this was a dream, after all, she was just daydreaming about this exact thing. She felt his tongue asking for entry, and she eagerly obliged. She felt his hands pulling her toward him, caressing the small of her back. She let out a groan and reluctantly pulled away from him. She was enjoying herself, but she needed oxygen.

They panted and looked each other in the eyes. "What was that about Draco?" Ginny asked when she came to her senses.

Draco looked a bit surprised for a second, but only a second. He quickly regained his composure. "You telling me you didn't enjoy it?"

Ginny blushed. Shit, I'm letting him have the upper-hand. "What do you think? And I know you enjoyed yourself, Draco," Ginny said while glancing down acknowledging the tightness of Draco's pants.

"Didn't know we were on first-name basis, Weaslette," replied Draco. He stepped back from her, and elegantly strode out of the classroom.

Ginny sighed, gathered herself, straightened out her robes and left the empty room. Did that just happen? Ginny questioned herself. Did Malfoy kiss me? And enjoy it? Doesn't he think I'm just Mudblood-loving scum? A bloodtraitor? She decided not to dwell on it; it was just too confusing.