A/N: This chapter has some mature sexual content.

Hello! I'm new to the world of fanfiction, and I'm not really sure where this fic is going. I'm hoping to get some kind of response to see if I will continue it, so please review if you want to see more! Oh, and this world is the wonderful creation of J.K. Rowling, I'm just playing with her creations.

Chapter 1: A Tryst

Ginny Weasley paced the seventh floor corridor impatiently, as if she were waiting for someone. Her face alternated between uncertain, resolute, and loathing, giving the indication that she was at war with herself. She glanced outside at the darkening sky. If he's not here in five minutes, I'm leaving, she decided. Or maybe I should just go now…this was a stupid decision. What was I thinking? Of all the foul, vile, self-destructive decisions a girl could make…

Footsteps marching closer drew Ginny's attention to the other end of the hall. From the shadows, a tall, haughty boy emerged, and Ginny froze in her tracks. It was too late—her decision had just been made for her.

"You're late." Ginny couldn't keep her annoyance at bay. The boy drew a slip of paper from his pocket and showed it to Ginny. She recognized her own handwriting:

Seventh Floor Corridor.

Eight 'o' clock.

"But you waited for me, so it doesn't really matter what time I got here," the boy droned, crumpling the paper in his hand. With a jerk of her head, Ginny indicated that they should begin walking. The boy drew even with her as they circled the corridor.

"So why exactly have you brought me here?" His curiosity got the better of him, breaking their who-could-stay-silent-the-longest contest.

"I have decided to take you up on your offer," Ginny breezily explained.

"My offer?" the boy scoffed.

"You don't remember? Or is assaulting girls in the library such a common occurrence." Ginny matched her tone with his. Her words suddenly became clear as he recalled this afternoon…

His eyes swept the library in a bored as he wondered yet again why on earth he was here. He had somehow known that Blaise wouldn't show, because that wanker never did keep his word…it was then that he noticed the Weaselette, on her tiptoes as she attempted to grab a book from its shelf. "Excellent," he said quietly to himself, "let's have a little fun."

Making his way over to her, his eyes darted back and forth. No sign of that annoyingly stuffy librarian. He came up behind Ginny and pressed his hips against hers. She started and turned, but was not quick enough. He had her trapped against the shelf, and from the expression on her face, she seemed to know there was no way out. That, however, didn't seem to stop that fiery defiance of hers from flaring up.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" she hissed.

"Calm down, Weaselette, I just stopped by and happened to notice your sensational arse from across the room." His eyes dipped her body, and with difficulty, Ginny crossed her arms across herself protectively.

"Go away, Malfoy. I'm not in the mood today."

"Oooo, testy. I see you don't take compliments very well. I could make you feel great, you know, and all you have to do is ask politely." He shoved his hand under her uniform skirt, massaging her slowly. Ginny felt her cheeks burn, and she retreated back, pushing his hand away.

"I don't need your help feeling anything," Ginny snapped.

"A little too defensive, aren't we? I take it Potter's not performing very well," Draco mocked. He did love playing with the little Weaselette. Her burning cheeks and that glint in her eyes was very sensuous, and quite honestly, this whole situation was turning Draco on. He twisted his hand out of her grip and began to trace patterns up and down her arms. She shivered in repressed delight.

"Alright, you've had your fun, now let me go," she demanded.

"But you haven't had yours, have you, Weasley? I can see it in your eyes, you're loving that I can get you all hot and bothered."

"No thank you," Ginny reiterated, trying to squirm away. Draco smirked at her, and leaned in very close to her ear.

"I can take a hint. But just remember, Weasley, I can make you scream. And if you find that Potter just isn't cutting it, all you have to do is ask." Then he released her and walked away, leaving her with a chuckle.

As the realization dawned on Draco, he realized that he and Ginny had completed three circuits around the corridor. In front of them, a great door had appeared. Without a word, Ginny led the way through it, her hair billowing out behind her. Draco followed her in disbelief, closing the door behind him.

The walls of the room were made of large gray stones. Thrown across the floor were ruby red and scarlet rugs, and a fire was crackling merrily in a large hearth, sending flickering shapes across the walls. But what took up the most space in the room was a humongous, ornate bed, draped in the Gryffindor colors of scarlet and gold and adorned with many fluffy pillows.

"So what exactly do you want from me, Weasel?"

"I want you to fuck me," Ginny began, unabashed. "You seemed so assured this afternoon, and I think we can come to an agreement of some kind."

"But…why?" Draco couldn't help blurting. For the first time that night, Ginny looked very self-conscious.

"Harry, he's…I love Harry, but he's just…I'm not satisfied," she finished lamely. Draco felt his mouth break into a grin. Oh, this was just too good. Potter wasn't good in bed?

"So you want me to satisfy you."

Ginny heaved a sigh. "Yes. But I have terms. You are not to tell anyone about this, you hear? I love Harry, and I'm not going to lose him because some prick can't keep his mouth shut. Also, I seek you out. You never come to find me, whenever I want you I will find you. Outside of this room, we are nothing but enemies." Draco was still reeling from the absurdness of this whole situation. There was the Weasley girl, standing across from him with her arms crossed, telling him that she wanted a Malfoy to fuck her, because Potter just wasn't leaving her satisfied?

"And what about Potter?"

"Harry does not and will not know about us. He doesn't need to get hurt." Ginny sounded a little guilty, but resolute in her decision. She really wants me to do this, Draco thought.

He looked her up and down, from her long, straight red hair falling in curtains down her back. She still wore her skirt, and it made her bum look even better, the way it curved perfectly into her beautifully shaped porcelain legs. There wasn't really much to work with up top, but she had one of the sexiest faces he'd even seen. Those big brown eyes, framed by long lashes, and lips parted slightly were enough to get any guy hot.

"I'm not sure about this, Weasley. Don't you think it's going to be kind of hard to channel our hate for each other into a passionate romp?"

Ginny suddenly adopted a very sultry expression, and sashayed closer to him. "Does it really matter how we feel about each other? I know you want me," she crooned, drawing level with him. Draco tried to swallow his nerves and keep a clear head and Ginny unbuttoned his pants. "Come on, Malfoy, I was there this afternoon. You can take me now, if you want," she said as she began massaging his member. It hardened under her touch, and Ginny gave a self-satisfied smirk. "I knew you wanted me," she said, and immediately drew his lips to hers in a kiss.

As soon as their lips touched, Draco thought, bad idea, Weaselette. Animal instinct had risen in him at her touch, and there was no holding back now. He shoved her away onto the bed, and as he towered over her he said,

"I'm certainly not fucking in a place that looks like the bloody Gryffindor common room." With a clap of his hands, the bed transformed itself, now a dark mahogany wood with dark green sheets. The fire dimmed, and for the first time, the Weasel looked a bit like she might be rethinking this whole thing. Good, Draco thought as he launched himself on her, ripping her clothes in the process. God, she had a beautiful body.

He trailed kisses on her thighs that sent shivers up and down her. Ginny emitted a gasp as his tongue licked its way inside her. His assertive hands were clearly telling her I am in charge, and Ginny felt powerless under him. Just as she was about to peak, Draco removed his mouth from her, and Ginny heard herself pleading with him.

"Do you want me, Ginny?" Draco asked huskily.

"Yes…please…please…" she begged, and then suddenly he shoved himself inside of her, and Ginny screamed as he roughly began thrusting in and out. Her hips grinded against his, and they fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. With his hands, Draco squeezed Ginny's breasts, and she arched her back in pleasure. Draco nipped her exposed neck and forced her face to his, kissing her and forcing her lips open with his tongue. He held himself back, wanting her to feel him for as long as possible. When it all became too much, he exploded inside her, and they reached their orgasm together.

They both lay there panting as waves of pleasure consumed them both. Recovering quickly, Draco grabbed his discarded clothes from the floor and left Ginny there on the bed without a second glance. As he left, all Ginny could say was,

"Wow."