This story is not beta'd so I apologize for errors... especially the punctuation kind, I'm really bad with that.
This is a Draco/Ginny song fic based on Bad Romance by Lady Gaga…at least that's where the plot bunny was born and bit my feet until I figured out a beginning. It takes place in Ginny's fifth year and ignores the whole her and Harry thing. It's a bit violent so beware…
I don't own Harry Potter or "Bad Romance". I bow to those who do
'One AM in the morning,' Ginny thought to herself as she stared at the clock on her nightstand, "You've got to be kidding me." She flung herself over and nuzzled into her blankets.
Thirty minutes later she gave up and trudged out of the dormitories, out of the common room, and into the deserted corridors of Hogwarts. 'Maybe a walk will work…and a little Filch dodging,' she added as she skirted around a suite of armor to avoid the caretaker. The rest of her nighttime stroll was uneventful as she made her way toward the kitchens.
She tickled the pear and peered inside, almost screaming when Dobby popped into her face. "So sorry Miss! Dobby didn't mean to frighten! Come, come, Dobby makes you something to eat, Miss!" With that the Elf bounded away, muttering the school song. Ginny smiled at the odd little thing and plopped herself onto one of the tables as Dobby snapped his fingers for food. Fruit appeared and Ginny started nibbling as Dobby pushed more things toward her. "Miss wants peanut butter and Jelly? Soup maybe? Maybe more fancy, steak and potatoes?" He shoved all these things toward her in a matter of seconds, "Dobby, Dobby calm down! The fruit is fine," she told him smiling. "maybe some warm milk with cinnamon and vanilla? I can't sleep and that always helps." Before the words were out of her mouth she had a steaming mug in her hands. She thanked him and sipped her drink as he waved the other plates away.
"Miss is dreaming bad things again?" Dobbyasked, his big eyes practically staring into her soul. She thought for a moment, "No, not tonight. Just restless I guess." He gave her a frantic nod then carried on with his business. It hadn't been dreams keeping her awake, though that was usually the case. Tonight was just good old crap sleep, probably from fighting with the boyfriend. She had been with Dean for a while now, four months apparently. She wasn't like most girls who tediously kept track of these sorts of things, it didn't really matter to her. Unfortunately it mattered to Dean and he had freaked out because she hadn't remembered "what day it is." She had told him he was a girl and tried to walk away but he followed her, complaining about her unaffectionate and uncaring ways.
It was unfortunate too that Dean was not the fun fighting kind. He wanted to pout and whine and be a sniveling girl. He wouldn't yell, or threaten, or shove, or anything interesting like that. Maybe if he did their sex life would be more interesting. He didn't seem to comprehend the idea of rough sex and it drove her nuts. He was the only person she had ever slept with so it wasn't like she knew what rough would be like but she had read enough dirty stories to know that it sounded awesome.
She looked at her phone and realized at was a little after two in the morning now. "Crap, I have to be up in four hours," she mumbled. "Dobby, thank you for the milk and stuff, I'll see you later." She hopped off the table and snuckback out into the hall. "Just once I wish he would be a man," she said to herself. She was so lost in thought that she didn't pay much attention to where she was going until she heard quiet footsteps from around a corner. She flattened herself to a wall and held her breath, waiting for Filch to give her detention. Instead, the footsteps stopped and seemed to pace for a while. She peered around the corner and found Malfoy stepping through a door.
"What the hell?" She quickly moved for the door and shoved her foot in the crack. She waited for a moment to make sure he hadn't noticed then looked in. He was nowhere to be seen so she slipped through the crack and closed the door lightly behind her. The room she had found herself in was odd, to say the least. It was filled with a strange assortment of crap that looked like it had been tossed in haphazardly and forgotten about. 'Ah, the room of requirement,' she thought as she slinked her way through the mess.
A little further in she saw Malfoy standing in front of a large cabinet, arms crossed and glaring like it was his worst enemy…like it was Harry. She laughed to herself and moved forward, hiding behind another suite of armor. He walked around it a few times, placed an object in it, said a few words, then cursed when the object stayed inside. He did this for about forty five minutes then stormed out of the room. She watched him go then walked towards the offending cabinet. "I don't get it. Whats he up to?" She asked herself, walking around the cabinet like he had done. As was her habit, she got so caught up in her own head she hadn't heard the door open again, and had conveniently missed the sound of foot steps coming her way.
As she came around the back of the cabinet for the fifth time an angry blonde face came inches from hers, a wand at her throat. "What exactly are you doing, Weasely?" He said in the most acid tone she had ever heard. She considered for a moment, collecting herself as to not sound afraid. "Having a late night walk as if it's any of your business, ferret." He looked like he was going to explode, "How dare you insult me while I have a wand at your throat you filthy blood traitor!" He was almost yelling but not quite.
"Blood traitor!" She laughed, "Oh hardly." She was used to the insult by now but considering her day/night, now was not the time. "The day I'm considered a blood traitor by anyone with any sort of true reputable status, I'll tattoo it on my head." She had gone too far apparently. Maybe he was having a bad day too, or maybe it was the fact that no one was around, either way she had cut the line to his sanity. He took his wand from her neck and replaced it with his hand. His face was in hers so fast it seemed unreal, "I am the only reputable source here you bitch. I can silence that whorish mouth of yours faster than you can even think to beg for mercy." He whispered maliciously, his breath in her face.
She didn't respond for a moment. The situation was sinking in, and not in the right way. She should have been afraid, at least a little. There was no one around. And no one to hear her scream if he tried anything. She should be thinking of a way to get out, instead all she could think about was how Dean was a push-over and she was being threatened by a man. A disgusting pig of a man but this was the sort of argument she had been craving.
Her mind was racing, 'this is bad!' it screamed, 'say you're sorry! Keep saying nothing at all!' But the small voice that lingers behind the shadows pressed her on. 'He is filth, but you can't deny that he is good looking. Good looking and oh so angry and vengeful.' All this passed in her head in a matter of seconds. Malfoywas staring poisonous daggers at her but seemed to be lightening his grip since she wasn't saying anything. "better to give in Weasel."
That snapped her back into reality, "I would never give in you slime!" With that she reached up and slapped in. The sense in her screamed no as she did it and she knew she was in trouble before her hand even made contact. Malfoy stood there dumbstruck for about half a second before shoving her into the cabinet so hard she and the cabinet went down. It hurt like hell as she fell into sharp points of broken wood. Malfoywas screaming somewhere aboveher about all his work ruined. She was trying to stand up but he gripped her arm and drug her up only to shove her against the nearest wall. Her head slammed into the wall as a strong hand gripped her throat again, "I should kill you for this!" he yelled into her face.
Her head was spinning now and coherent thought was fading in and out. Her whole body hurt but she was surprised to feel a heat building in her lower body. It was so wrong but this was turning her on. She tried to focus on his face and found it an inch from hers, his whole body was pushing against her and it was quickly driving her mad. She smirked at him, "then do it." The statement caught him off guard a little so that he seemed slightly confused. All the same his grip around her neck tightened but he couldn't seem to find anything to say. She shifted her body enough so that her left leg was lined up with his groin. He took the motion as an escape and laughed, "You're not going anywhere." He said icily.
She had barely heard the statement though. She was in a slgith shock at what she had found when she moved her leg. He was hard. Not completely, just enough for her to notice when she rubbed against him as she moved. She stared into his eyes and saw the slight hint of lust burning there. Possibly he was trying to fight it, or he was going to use it against her which was a slightly frightening thought but considering her arousal, it wouldn't be a problem. She glared back at him then rubbed her leg against him a little harder.
His eyes flickered down for a moment then back to hers, "no escape." he growled before crushing his lips into hers. Fireworks exploded behind her eyes as she met his angry lips, biting and kissing with fever. If he was surprised by her willingness he didn't show it. Instead he moved his unoccupied hand to her shirt and ripped it off, making sure to keep the other steady on her throat. She brought her hands around him and dug her nails into his back as he gripped one of her breasts. He broke the kiss and groaned into her shoulder as he bit down. She moaned at the sound and pulled his hair to get his lips back to hers. She was amazed that he allowed her that much control when he obliged. She snaked her hand down has chest and under his belt, gripping the length beneath it. He tossed his head back and growled again then shoved his hand below the waist as well, undoing buttons with unnatural speed. He plunged his fingers inside her and her brain nearly stopped as flicked and pounded her. She slammed her head against the wall again and screamed, then regretted the decision.
He stopped as fast as he had started and pulled away from. The cold rushed in around her and she opened her eyes to find Malfoy looking at his hands in disgust. "You whore. What did you do to me!?" He raged at her. She put her hand to her neck then ran it through her hair, "it takes two to tango, Malfoy." He glared one last time then stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Ginny sank to the floor, putting a hand over her eyes. "He is psychotic.I want him." She said in disbelief. "Of all the people in the school, in the world, it had to be him." She sat there for a few minutes collecting herself then looked at her phone again, almost four. "Fuck." She got up and trudged back to her room, throwing herself on her bed when she got there.
