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As he pulled her closer, and their kisses grew more passionate, Ginny wondered how she had gotten in this situation. Didn't she like Harry? Then why was she here, kissing his enemy?
"Ginny," she heard Malfoy whisper in her ear. She smiled, enjoying the feel of the blonde's arms around her. Any doubt about what she was doing flew out of her mind as Malfoy's lips found hers.
Ginny saw him dancing and singing clumsily up the corridor.
"Weasley is our king,
Weasley is our king,
Weasley will make sure we win..."
She ran towards him, fury outweighing any sense of rationality. "You nasty, cowardly GIT of a human being!" she screamed, nearly knocking him down as she crashed into him from behind. He looked behind him, surprised to see Ginny glaring at him.
"What, did I hit a nerve, Weasley?" Malfoy sneered.
"Not as hard as I'm going to hit your face," Ginny sneered back. He had started this whole mess. And he was going to pay.
"Oh, really? I'd like to see you try." Ginny raised her fist and swung – hard, bracing for contact. But Malfoy's hand came out of nowhere, trapping her hand in his.
As he leaned closer, she struggled, trying to move away, but Malfoy grabbed her waist with his other hand before she could do anything. "You can't hurt me," whispered Malfoy in her ear. "I'm untouchable."
And he leaned in again, this time kissing Ginny full on the lips. She froze – she hadn't expected this. But as she stood there, she realized his grip on her was loosening. Not imprisoning her, but pulling her closer.
"What is this?" she thought. "Why is he doing this?" But she didn't contemplate long. His smell was intoxicating, pulling her in with every breath. His lips were gentle, massaging hers. She stopped resisting and closed her eyes, leaning into him.
As her arms wound around his neck, she felt him smile.
"Ginny," she heard Malfoy whisper in her ear. She smiled, enjoying the feel of the blonde's arms around her. Any doubt about what she was doing flew out of her mind as Malfoy's lips found hers. He pushed her up against the wall, pressing his body against hers. His hands reached under her robes, searching. As they found her waist, he slipped his cold hands under her shirt, holding her waist, pushing her body harder against his.
"Ginny," Malfoy moaned, pulling away from her lips and brushing his down her jaw, to her neck, and up again to her ear, where he nibbled her earlobe gently. "I need you," he whispered.
"What are you doing?" the sane part of her thought, while the part that had control gripped Malfoy's head and pressed her lips against his once more.
His tongue sought entrance and she parted her lips, letting his tongue search for hers. She never wanted to stop. He felt so good. Why should she care about Harry just then? He never showed his feelings like this. Before she realized it, she had already taken off his robes and his shirt, letting them fall to the ground. Her fingers danced around his bare chest, caressing his skin as he slipped off her robe, started to unbutton her shirt.
As her shirt fell away, Malfoy broke the kiss. His lips again brushed down her jaw, down her neck, where he started nibbling, sucking. "Malfoy," Ginny moaned. She wanted him. She needed him. His loving caress, his kiss, everything.
"Draco," he whispered in her ear before resuming at her neck.
"Draco," she whispered as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Malfoy stopped and looked into her eyes. His gray eyes were startling. He smiled, and crushed his mouth against hers once more.