Disclaimer: Not mine, it's J.Ks… J.K. Rowling that is! :) Only thing that is mine is the… well I would say plot, but there isn't much of one. Anyway you catch my drift.

Authors' note: Needed a break from the chaptered fics, so I present this to you… it has no plot, there's no real character development, and it's just fluff. But it's fluff involving Draco, Ginny, and rain… so, can't grumble. It's set in Ginny's 6th Yeah and Draco's 7th, if you want to know… I'd say that's the it.

Acknowledgements: To Clara Lou (142468), I want to thank you for hating this ship so much it only encouraged me to fall in love with it… hee hee, just kidding! And to Smashed Sunshine (241743), queen of description, who just encourages paragraphs talking about raindrops… Ten lines of description, when really you just could have put 'it was raining outside'! Classic!

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Ripples shot out across the dark surface of the lake as one single raindrop fell from the sky, only to shatter the placid surface like a pebble through a sheet of glass. Shortly after, another that did exactly the same followed it, ripples moving slowly outward in circles of perfection. After several minutes of this the lake became nothing more than a blur of splashes, with thousands of tiny beads of liquid throwing themselves into the cold stagnant water.

The clouds in the sky were almost black and the afternoon seemed dull and grey, with the sheets of rain only making the space in front of you look fuzzy and hazy. Streams of collected raindrops flowed down off the rooftops of Hogwarts, the grounds looked like marshland, and the ceiling in the Great Hall cracked with bolts of lightening. As students made their way back and forth between classes the hallway floors became nothing more than large puddles, with students bringing water in from the grounds and trailing mud up the staircases.

At exactly five o' clock one redheaded girl left her Potions class and walked into the Great Hall, the flashes from the lightening making her face glow brightly. She stepped up to the right hand side of the Gryffindor table and sat down slowly, busying herself immediately with a large pile of used parchment. Presumably work from her last class. No one really noticed her or paid much attention to her, all leaving her be to get on with what she was doing.

Of course there was no way in the world she knew she was being watched, silver eyes burning with desire beyond belief, staring at her, taking in every movement. As she moved her head slightly her long flowing red hair fell around her shoulders, resting in wispy curls across her neck. She leant forward onto the table, staring at the parchment intently. There was nothing more beautiful than the look of concentration moulded onto her face. Amber eyes simmering with a hint of anger, jaw locked, the way she chewed on her lower lip indulgently.

Minutes of silence passed in the Great Hall, only broken by the loud claps of thunder which rolled in after the flashes of light. She hardly seemed to notice. A particularly loud crack of thunder echoed through the hall and she did actually look up for an instant, her brown eyes sparkling in the candle light. Soon after she reverted her attention to the parchment and her watcher felt a little saddened.

Slowly the one with the silver eyes moved from his spot two tables away, wanting to get closer to his red-haired goddess. Taking slow steps that were both steady and tentative he made his way over. He ran a hand through his hair in order to flick the pieces of blonde from his eyes, and then stopped directly in front of her, leaning forward with his hands laid out flat.

Slowly he licked his lips as he watched her closely for a few moments, her quill darting back and forth over a piece of old parchment as she scribbled something down. He leant closer to get an idea of what it was, but it was too close and she looked up slightly shaken.

'What do you want, Malfoy?' Ginny hissed, immediately discarding him and getting back to her work. Her long red locks slipped from their hooked position at her ears and tumbled down past her face.

Draco stared long and hard before stepping up onto the bench and seating himself of the edge of the Gryffindor table. He leant over her work and picked up one of the discarded pieces of parchment. 'Thought I'd help you with your homework, Weasley,' he leered. Dropping the parchment he glared at her, trying to keep his face emotionless.

Ginny sighed heavily pulling her work back towards her. 'I don't need any help thank you, especially from you.'

'How can you say that?' he asked his voice laced with mock hurt. Draco placed his hand over his heart and looked up to the ceiling, fluttering his eye lashes a little. 'That hurts… so, so much.' Within a second he looked back at her face to see if there was any hint of emotion, she only glared back, her face reflecting how pissed she was becoming.

'Go away,' said Ginny sternly.

Draco felt a laugh bubble in his throat but contained it, instead choosing to lean closer and move a hand towards her hair. 'Want to join me outside?' he asked gently. 'I've heard rain can be fun.'

Her head shot up and she growled under her breath, a final warning. With one swift movement she swept up her belongings and rose from the table. 'Never with you,' she answered, 'never in a million years.' She left him one last fleeting glance then stormed out of the Great Hall, the heels of her boots clacking loudly against the stone.

All he could do was stare after her, a look of accomplishment on his face. He'd wanted her to stop with her homework, and he'd managed that, now all he needed to do was get her to actually listen to him. Of course it was a lot easier said than done. Sighing Draco jumped off the edge of the table and followed the path Ginny had taken from the Great Hall, the one that led to Gryffindor tower.

The sound of footsteps echoed around him as he followed her passively along the length of the corridor. There was no way he was really passive, his attention never wavered from the youngest Weasley, the only female Weasley (bar Mrs Weasley of course), and the one girl that could capture his full attention in only a withering glance. Without doubt she knew he was following her, he could tell by the way she'd flinch every time she turned a corner and still heard his footsteps.

Ginny reached the bottom of a staircase and she stopped dead, Draco followed suit and paused leaning against the wall. She spun around and looked at him. 'Do you want something?' she questioned him very gently, 'Something other than annoying the hell out of me?'

'There's a lot I want,' he replied sadistically, moving from the wall and stepping closer to her. 'And most of what I want I know I can't have.' Draco came to a standstill only a foot away from her. 'You could help me with that though,' he finished, staring down into her innocent brown eyes.

She seemed to hesitate before speaking back, but her answer was disappointing. 'I've told you, never in a million years.'

'I believe we were talking about different things then Weasley,' said Draco as he moved in on her, closing the space between them.

'Were we?' she shot back, taking a step backwards and almost tumbling onto the stairs behind her. 'I don't think we were ever doing anything… probably just you.'

Draco raised an eyebrow at her then stepped forward once more actually causing for her to tumble backwards. She fell with a muffled thud and glowered up at him, her face contorted slightly with a cross of pain and fury. 'Whatever you say… but still, you could help me with my problem.'

The redhead sighed heavily. 'What?' she asked tediously.

He held his hand to her. 'Come with me,' he whispered. She only stared at him. Gritting his teeth a little, he added, 'Please.' Again she didn't move or say anything, only stared. He leant down and took her hand tightly in his, pulling her up from the cold stone steps. 'You'll come with me if I have to pull you there…' he whined and dragged her along the corridor. She didn't protest though, she just followed him weakly, remaining silent.

As he neared one of the back doors he dragged her forcefully out into the pouring rain, and then loosed her hand. He stared at her, his breathing heavy, as only the sound of the rain surrounded them. They were silent as the raindrops soaked them through and through, clothes clinging closely to their wet bodies, hair falling across their faces in tangles.

Eventually Ginny spoke, her words quiet, almost drowned out by the heavy rainfall. 'You wanted me to help you get wet?' she asked very gently, her eyes now misty.

For one moment he felt the urge to mock her and tell her to get lost, and that she was immature, he wasn't quite sure why but he shunted it aside and concentrated on her quivering lips. The rain was ice cold and was beginning to have an effect on both of them, the icy water numbing them to the core. He inched closer. 'No that wasn't it…'

'Well what, Malfoy? I don't have time for you to mess about and play games with me,' Ginny spat backing away from him, shoving her hands into her pockets and looking up at him angrily. 'Why did you want me out here? What do you need help with?'

Draco stared at her again then stepped right up close and put him arm around her waist, pulling her against him tightly, her body crushing against his. He circled his fingers around on the small of her back. 'What do you think?' he growled before leaning down and capturing her lips fierily.

Tightening his grip he ignored her weak protests, her little attempts to get away, until she returned the kiss sullenly. Obviously that wasn't the way he wanted her to kiss him, but it was all he was going to get, he had to make do. He moved his other hand to caress her cheek, and then he felt it… a small feeling of softness, almost forgivingness in her return. That was exactly what he'd been hoping for, craved for. He traced his fingers across her cheek as he deepened the kiss, opening her mouth slightly with his own.

She moaned and it echoed in his head, making his body almost tremble with adrenaline. Then he found her hands running through his hair, catching a little in the wet knots. He winced but didn't take his attention from the kiss, instead cautiously running his tongue along her lips, wanting entry. Her lips parted further and she moaned again, louder this time, as he moved his tongue into her mouth.

For the first few moments the new experience seemed awkward, but soon they found the kiss intensify, each giving their whole being into the moment. Hands fumbled around in torrents of rain and Draco lifted Ginny from the ground, urging her to wrap her legs around his waist. She did so and ground her hips against him lightly. His hand darted around the edge of her robes and he searched desperately for a way to undo them. It seemed he was having no luck and he gave up in seconds instead taking the opportunity to pull from the kiss, and nibble lightly on her lower lip.

Ginny's eyes fluttered open and shut again and another heartfelt moan escaped her mouth. He gently left a kiss on her jawbone before making his down her throat, leaving a blazing trail of passion. Pausing at the very hallow he ran his tongue upwards and towards her ear, reaching it he nibbled on her earlobe lightly then quickly yanked it hard with his teeth causing her to scream in both pleasure and pain. She needed a quick reminder as to who she was getting involved with, if anything it was a match to his usual vitriolic nature.

He took in a deep breath and moved away from her a little, looking at her face, waiting for her to open her eyes. When she did they stared at each other earnestly. Ginny seemed almost too scared to speak so instead leant her head down and kissed his neck tenderly. Smiling Draco traced his hands across her back, enjoying the feeling. He moaned quietly and pushed her away suddenly.

'Thanks for that Weasley,' he said frostily placing his hands on her waist and lifting her down. He brushed down his robes slightly, and then raised a knowing eyebrow up at her. 'Knew you could help me… better not tell anyone about it though.'

Ginny's face scrunched up in confusion and she bit on her bottom lip hard. Draco curbed the impulse to do that for her. She stepped back wrapping her arms around herself protectively. 'What was that?' she whispered questioningly.

'What?' Draco spat back glaring at the redhead with an air of malice. 'Did Little Miss Weasley think that meant something? That it was more than just an excuse for me to get-off and watch you squirm under my touch.' He laughed dryly and brushed past her heading back towards the building. Glancing upward he noticed that the rain was slowing a little, he smiled and stepped into the cover of the castle once more. Any moment now Weasley would follow, tears streaming down her cheeks.

'DRACO!' Sure enough, her voice echoed through the darkness settling around them, an edge of hurt to it.

He turned around and looked at the redheaded beauty; she'd never be just an excuse to find his ecstasy, Ginny Weasley was so much more. A hot-blooded temptress, and one he couldn't openly describe his feelings for, it was too complicated. Gradually he held his hand out in her direction, and she ran over grasping it tightly, falling against him, sobbing faintly. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pawing her lower back with his hands.

She moaned again, failing under his touch, her hands rubbing across his chest and her head dropping to rest on his shoulder as they touched each other lovingly. Draco had to fight hard not to kiss her again, but he needed to contain himself.

'We can't do this in public…' he whispered into her ear, letting his warm breath graze her skin. 'That's what I meant, I've wanted it for so long though, you wouldn't be able to imagine.' Letting his hands fall from her back he laid them on her hips, stroking gently, desperately wanting more of her, of her touch. 'Tomorrow… we have to meet somewhere.'

Ginny looked up. 'An empty classroom,' she suggested, and then buried her head against his shoulder again, murmuring a few things he couldn't quite make out. She lashed out a little at his back, clawing at the fabric of his robes.

His sighed into her ear and closed his eyes, her touch was electrifying and it made him feel weak. Ignore it, he told himself hotly, now isn't the time, definitely not the place. Stepping from her grasp he stared at her. 'Meet me here tomorrow at nine, we'll find somewhere to go.'

'OK,' she answered him.

Draco took an amble step forward and tilted her head up with his hand. He brushed his thumb across her cheek lightly and then kissed her lips tenderly and quickly. 'See you then,' whispered Draco, and then he claimed himself one final lustful kiss. Prising her lips open with his own and thrusting his tongue into her mouth hungrily, desperate to get more of her now he could.

A moment later he pulled from her and stepped away spinning on his heel, starting the walk back to the Slytherin common room.

'I better go dry off then.' He heard her say as her voice became more and more distant.

His reply was simple, 'I need a cold shower.'

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More authors' notes: So while writing this I labelled it my one and only escape into feisty fluffiness, this meaning there'll be more when I'm desperate for a nice chapter of fluff… considering with the others I can't just put it in when I want to. The rating will probably go up to an R at a later date. Anyway, hope you liked and remember to REVIEW!