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Ginny sat at the edge of the forest. Her long red hair flapping in the wind. Tears streamed steadily down her face. "How could I…?" she forced herself to take deep breaths. Tried to think rationally.
Everything had happened so quickly. She sat on the cold stone and contemplated what she had just done.
She once again sat in distress as the past hour rushed back to her.
An hour earlier… Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom
Ginny had hoped to change and get dressed after the Quidditch match. She cursed Madam Pomfrey for taking so long. Now she missed dinner and smelled like a goat. At least she thought she did, cheering could not cause that much sweat. It was impossible, still she quickly dashed into Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.
She came to a careening stop at the sight before her. Draco Malfoy was seated against the wall. Ginny moved closer to inspect, apparently he was asleep. She knelt and poked him tentatively.
He didn't budge but she did notice the tear tracks. Maybe it was the mother instinct but she found herself gently wiping them with a cloth she conjured. " What are you doing?" he asked grabbing her hand in a vice like grip.
It was unnerving, he seemed a statue come to life. Ginny did her best not to flinch, " I haven't the faintest clue." she answered staring into his gray eyes. He did not let go of her hand, instead slowly raised himself from his slump and leaned indecently close.
" Never tickle a sleeping dragon, Weasley. Or do you not know the school motto?" he asked. His thunderstorm gray clashing with her bottomless brown. "Let me go or you'll see a full fire breathing one." she replied coldly, mashing her nose against his.
Unaware of their audience, Moaning Myrtle watched in fascination as Slytherin pride clashed against Gryffindor determination. Huffing in anger, their breaths mingled. Without thought or reason, this unlikely couple mashed lips.
It was painful as far as kisses went. Teeth collided with tender lips. Draco could taste the blood on his own, he softened his approach but not his hunger. Ginny knew she should be struggling but somewhere a spark had ignited and robbed all thoughts and left nothing but startling sensations.
It was a desperate race to dominate, both using their hands as weapons. Clawing at each other's clothing. His long pale fingers entangled painfully in her red hair. She yelped as he pulled her head back to gain better access to her neck.
At some point she had ended half perched on his lap. Her skirt bunching on either side of his legs. Her hands were entangled in his scarf, tugging his hair violently. It was only when she felt the cold air on her exposed front, did sanity return.
Draco snapped from his stupor. Shock raced through both their bodies with alarming clarity. She scooted away from him as if bitten. Her skirt askew, she made a great effort to put herself to rights.
Draco was alarmed at his state of disarray. He redid his buttons, pulling his robes back on. His scarf was abandoned by her feet, clearly it had still been in her hand. He glanced up, a red mark was visible right below her collarbone. A mark made by him.
Ginny dropped his scarf , she valiantly tried to ignore how far they had almost gone. Draco was currently attempting to put his hair in some semblance of order. He got up, adjusting his robes. He bent to pick up his scarf. " Here." he said offering the offending scarf. "Why would I want that? As a memento?" she asked in an annoyed tone.
" I figured you could hide my other less discreet memento." he shrugged. Uncaring whether she took it or not. Ginny raced to the mirror and gasped in horror. A large crimson mark laid below her collarbone. The significance of this mark would be evident to everybody.
In dread, she walked back to him and roughly took the green scarf. He smirked, fixing his tie with obvious pride. " Draco…I mean Malfoy, you might want to take a gander at your own neck." she ventured maliciously.
With several long strides, he stood in front of the mirror with a look of outrage akin to Ginny's earlier look. He turned and glared at her, " Want your scarf back?" she asked with glee.
"Not a chance. I can explain mine away easily enough. Can you say the same for yours." he inquired in an acid tone. Ginny blushed to the roots of her hair, and stalked away. " Take care saint Potter doesn't see it. I'd hate it if he asked. I would be obliged to inform him of what happened here tonight." he shouted.
Ginny had stopped stock still at the mention of Harry. ' Dear Merlin, Harry must never know.' she thought to herself in horror. Malfoy stood with his arms crossed and with a smirk on his face.
The smirk faltered as he watched Ginny come unglued. She ran out of the bathroom, her scarf waving behind her. At the mention of Harry, he wasn't sure if it was triumph or jealousy, he felt at her reaction.
Room of Requirement - Later that night
Ginny had run straight to the room of requirement, outside was all she could think of in her anguish.
The room was remarkable, it had made an exact replica of the shore near the lake, boulder and all. She had been sitting for over an hour. She got up tiredly, making her way to the door.
She fingered the scarf and wondered what was worse.
The fact that she now had Malfoy's mark on her or that she had enjoyed him putting it there.
She wrapped her arms around her, the scarf warding off some of the chill in the corridor.
She made her way to Gryffindor Tower. She stood in front of the portrait, too wrapped up in her misery to be aware of her surroundings. Blind to the very fact that his silver and emerald scarf was still wrapped around her neck for all the world to see.
The End...maybe not.