Ginny Begins

Chapter One – It's All Or Nothing

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This story was previously posted, but unfinished, before. I am actually redoing it to try to make it more interesting AND more realistic. Please Please Please let me know what you think so that I know that I'm taking it in the right direction.

Blaise watched as Draco stared silently across the Great Hall at the youngest of the Weasley brood. Young Ginevra Weasley was one of the few girls that had not succumbed to Draco's charm over the last seven years. Blaise sighed, nudging Draco in the side. Draco looked over at his best friend with an irritated look.

"What?" the blond drawled, picking up his fork and claiming an air of nonchalance.

"Draco, now, I understand that your libido is of great importance to you," Blaise began.

"Your point being?" Draco interrupted, looking at Blaise sharply.

Blaise pointed to the Gryffindor table, indicating the Weasley girl.

"A girl like that isn't someone that your libido just… claims. That's a girl that's not going to be as interested in the physical pleasures as someone with your prowess. Ginevra Weasley is a girl in need of wooing."

"I am perfectly capable of wooing a woman. I wooed the Mudblood and Looney, didn't I?" Draco snapped.

Blaise sighed, "but this is different, Draco. This kind of situation is difficult, and it's dangerous. For you to get what you want out of this, you'd have to change your entire perspective. And Draco… it's not worth it for either party."

Draco shot an inquisitive glance toward his friend and asked, "and why, pray tell, is that so?"

Blaise picked up his fork and began eating the pasta in front of him.

"Because there are only two endings to that scenario," Blaise answered simply, "either you hurt her, or you fall for her."

Draco shot an incredulous look at his friend before beginning to eat his own dinner. He was silent a moment, before smirking and looking over at Blaise.

"No, my friend, there is only one ending to this scenario. Malfoys don't fall in love."

Blaise paused eating and looked over at Draco.

"It's all or nothing," Blaise assured him, before continuing to eat.

Ginny sat in the library with her books, chewing on the end of her quill and working on her Potions assignment. There were very few people in the library because it was a Friday night, but Ginny needed to get started on this assignment and the Common Room was too noisy to get any work done.

"I hate this class. Why the bloody hell does he feel the need to assign three scrolls on every stupid potion we study?" she mumbled to herself before scratching down another sentence. She turned toward her book and read another couple lines before resigning herself to chewing on her quill again. She was deep in concentration when an aristocratic drawl startled her, almost causing her to spill her ink all over the table.

"Having trouble, Weasley?"

Regaining her composure, she cast a malicious glare toward the owner of the voice.

"No, Malfoy, I am not, and I would appreciate it if you would leave me alone."

Draco helped himself to the seat next to her, successfully irritating Ginny even more.

"Well, then, by all means, continue with what you were doing," Draco said, gesturing towards Ginny's unfinished scrolls.

Ginny looked down at her work, seeing how little she had accomplished. Yet again placing the end of the quill in her mouth, she decided that ignoring the infuriating boy was her best option. She needed to get this finished, and arguing with him was not going to help speed up the process. Rereading the lines she had scribbled down, she scratched out one of the lines before continuing on with her place in the book. After a couple moments had passed, several more of her sentences were scratched out and she was getting more and more aggravated.

"I hate this bloody class," she muttered, before realizing that Draco was still seated at her table.

Much to her surprise, Draco leaned over and pointed at a section of the book.

"It's Mandrake Root. That's the key element to the potion. You can tell because most of its properties show up in the finished potion."

Ginny looked up at Draco in surprise, only to realize that her face was dangerously close to Draco's. Draco looked up from the book, and their eyes locked. Slowly, Draco moved the hand that was pointing toward the book up toward Ginny's face and cupped her cheek, pulling her in toward him. Ginny closed her eyes, feeling Draco's breath on her face. Her stomach did flip flops as Draco's mouth made the gentle descent towards hers before finally claiming her own in a gentle passion that had her toes curling.

Ginny lost herself in the feeling of Draco's lips on hers for only a moment before she came crashing back to her senses and jerked away from him harshly.

"What in the bloody hell do you think you are doing, Malfoy?" Ginny hissed, fixing Draco with a vicious glare.

Leaning back in his chair, Draco casually crossed his arms behind his head and watched smugly as Ginny shoved her things roughly into her satchel bag.

"Just admiring the view," Draco said simply, looking pointedly at the hem of Ginny's skirt. Ginny finished packing her things and turned to face Draco, a sickly sweet smile plastered to her face.

"Why, Malfoy, I would be careful with comments like that, with your history," Ginny said, moving forward and putting her hands on the arms of his chair, slowly moving closer to Draco. As Ginny's lips came closer to his, Draco's eyes began to close in anticipation of another kiss. When their lips touched, Draco felt as though he actually was free falling.

Then, seconds later, he landed promptly on his back and all of the air left his lungs. Staring up at the ceiling, Draco heard Ginny calling back to him as she left the library.

"Someone might think you're developing a habit of falling for blood traitors."

That night, over dinner, Ginny retold the story of dumping the blonde out of his seat to her best friend, Colin. By the end of the meal, they were both laughing at the thought of the philanderer knocked flat on his back by Ginevra Weasley.

After a moment, Colin asked, "Seriously, though, you can't tell me that you didn't enjoy the kiss. From what I've heard, the man is a superb kisser."

Ginny scoffed, "It barely lasted for all of a second before I realized that I had evil git slime on my lip. I don't care what any of the sluts around the school might have to say about the man. He's a cruel slut."

Colin laughed, shaking his head, "Ginny, Ginny, Ginny. I promise you, there are a lot of things you can learn from a slut." Colin wiggled his eyebrows meaningfully.

Getting up from her seat, Ginny shrugged her shoulders. "It's just not worth it to me. You might like slutty boys, but I have no interested in them," she teased, her grin widening when she caught the indignant look on his face.

"My dearest Ginevra! I'm offended! I don't like slutty boys!" he called as he got up to follow her. Throwing an arm over her shoulder, he walked with her down the rows of tables.

"I love them!" he crowed. Ginevra threw her head back and laughed.

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