Author's Note: Dedicated to Bel Dumbledore, because she inspired my new spark of interest in the pairing of Ginny and Draco.
Song I listened to for inspiration for this chapter - Dirty Little Secret by All American Rejects.
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Harry Potter or to the song I Write Sins Not Tragedies. I do however own my thoughts, and the laptop I used to type, upload, and create this story here on fanfiction.
. Chapter One
My dirty little secret...I'm falling in love with the bad guy.
And even though I know it's wrong, it feels so right
Every time he kisses me.
His palms were pressed into the cold stone of the wall, positioned around her head, trapping her in between himself and the wall. He lowered his head, so that he was eye to eye with her, pale grey eyes stared out at her from under platinum blonde bangs. His lips twisted in a sneer as he hissed, "What do you think your famous boyfriend would say - if he ever caught you with me? If he knew that every morning whilst he's outside praticing out on the field, that your in here with me? That you seem to come crawling back for more?"
She whimpered at the harsh cold undertone in his voice, but didn't once tell him to stop - but even though it should have made her feel guilty that every single word that he said made her to be a scandalous woman instead she craved to hear his husky voice in her ears making her feel as though she was the dirty little secret kept from the outside world instead of him.
He laid a small kiss upon her forehead, then the slope of her cheek, then the tip of her nose, then finally placing a chaste kiss upon her lips. As he moved back from her she let out a growl in protest, and was awarded a grin that reached his eyes and made them dance with amusement. He leaned, his mouth near her ear, "Tell me who'd you rather be with. Him or me?"
She gave him a fierce look, "Why should it even matter? I'm here with you right now instead of him, aren't I?" And in a flash his grin was gone, and his lips pressed together so tightly that they were almost beginning to turn white. His eyes seemed to darken to the color of molten silver and bored into her.
"It does matter," he growls, "Because I'm a Malfoy. And Malfoy's don't share.
You and...him. It disgusts me. Having to sit and watch him touch you, kiss you, whisper things in your ears, and not be able to do anything to stop it. Having to see that triumphant look on his face as he proudly displays you like a trophy because not only does he have fame, fortune, but he also has the best looking bird in the entire wizarding London on his arm.
I'm beginning to go mental knowning that when we're alone your all mine. And when he's around, you're his."
She opened her mouth to say the same things she always said - that they'd never be accepted, that she was happy with Harry, that she wouldn't give up the security that was her boyfriend for such an great risk that was Draco, that she didn't want to keep having to explain to him why it would never work - but she was cut off by his lips pressed against hers, in a bruising kiss.
His fingers gripping onto her long red hair, pulling her closer to him, as his mouth devoured hers. And as he kissed her - in the back of his mind, he was thinking up a plan. Because Malfoy's always get what they want.