"Dad! You cannot be serious about this!" Ginny Weasley yelled at her father. First, he had brought a major piece of scum, Draco Malfoy, into their home. Second, he expected him to stay there until the war ended and third, he expected them to be civil to him. Not a chance in hell, Ginny thought.
"Ginevra, there is nothing you can do. The boy needs a place to stay and there are Death Eaters searching for him everywhere. I asked McGonagall what I could do to help and this is what she came up with. I'm sorry, pumpkin, but that's just the way it is," said her father, as he sat down at the dinner table to dive into the delicious meal his wife had prepared.
"I'm definitely not hungry," said Ron, who was extremely red in the face and had been absolutely silent since the minute Malfoy had stepped through the door. He trudged up the stairs and slammed the door hard enough to make the entire house rattle when he got to his bedroom.
Mrs. Weasley sighed. She knew it wasn't going to be easy on her children, but she had thought they would have been more welcoming than this. "Well then, Ginny dear, why don't you show Draco up to Percy's old room and get him settled in, hmm?"
"Mum!" Ginny whined.
"Go," her mother said, signifying that that was the end of the discussion.
Ginny glared at her mother for a full minute before she turned swiftly on her heel, sending her long red hair flying about her in glorious curls. "Fine. Come on, Malfoy."
Just bloody fantastic, Ginny thought, as she stomped noisily up the stairs. The whole summer with the Ferret, I'll be lucky if I don't get killed in my sleep.
She was so consumed with her thoughts that she missed a step, and would have fallen down a long flight of stairs had Malfoy not broken her fall with his hard, muscled chest. "Whoa, Weaselette," he said, as he grabbed her waist firmly to steady her. "No need to throw yourself at me."
"Funny, Malfoy," she glared, as she tore herself from his grasp, painfully aware of how good his body had felt next to hers.
She continued up the stairs as if nothing happened, not failing to notice his eyes on her the entire way. When they finally reached the floor that held Charlie's, Percy's, and her own rooms, she was very relieved.
She pushed open the door to Percy's old bedroom and walked inside. It was your typical bedroom and contained a single bed near the window, a desk, and a chest of drawers.
"My dad can bring your trunk up later," Ginny said, noticing how Malfoy was looking at the faded bedcover with distaste. "What do you think?" Ginny asked angrily, seeing if he would be rude enough to rip at her family when they were now his only means of survival.
"It's what would be expected out of Weasleys, I suppose," Malfoy drawled, giving the room a once over. "I guess it will have to do, won't it? Living in a houseful of poor blood traitors?" he sounded pained to say the words, as if his situation was finally setting in.
"Those poor blood traitors
are now your only chance at a life after this war, so I wouldn't be
so damn ungrateful if I were you," Ginny said angrily, giving him a
small shove in the shoulders which didn't move him an inch but did
seem to anger him. "You know what that means, don't you?" she
said sweetly. "We're all you've got, Malfoy! Your life is in
the hands of Weasleys," she said, putting extra emphasis on the
last word. "So tell me. How does it feel?" She didn't know why
she was even conversing with him. All she knew was that the way he
was looking at her was starting to creep her out.
"You think I
don't know that, Weaselette?" he growled out, backing her up a
few steps until her back came into contact with a wall. "Are you
trying to see how far you can push me before I crack?" He asked,
his voice becoming lower and more deathly with each word. His gray
eyes were dark with anger and something else she couldn't quite
describe at the moment. "Because believe me, Weasley," he
continued, "you don't want to see me lose control."
There was barely an inch of space between their bodies and she was starting to get nervous now. He had to be at least 6'3", and he was towering over her height of 5'6". She had to admit he was handsome with his chiseled features and blonde hair that hung in his eyes in a way that made him look absolutely shaggable.
What am I doing, Ginny thought, mentally smacking herself. Malfoy? Shaggable? There was no way she had thought of those two together. She had always scoffed at all of the girls he had supposedly slept with, saying how stupid they were to fall into his bed so easily. But now she understood why they had done it, and she was trying to stop herself from becoming one of them.
He was standing way too close for comfort and had one hand on either side of her head, leaving her with no escape. "Let me go, Malfoy," she said, while trying to release herself from the cage he had made around her. She pushed hard against his chest, again taking note of the muscles underneath his black shirt and, again, mentally slapping herself.
"Why, Weasley?" he asked in a mock sweet voice. "Scared?" He whispered the word in her ear, taking care to let his lips graze her skin as he spoke, before pulling away slightly.
She didn't have time to answer the question since he lowered his lips to hers a split second later.
His kisses were rough and demanding, and she opened her mouth for him, mostly out of surprise rather than free will. His tongue tangled with hers almost hungrily, and soon it became a battle of who could dominate the other. Who could win. When the need for oxygen became apparent, he moved down to her neck, leaving a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses from her chin to the base of her throat. She moaned loudly when he found a particularly sensitive spot, causing him to move his body even closer to hers, if that was even possible. He sucked roughly on the spot and she knew it would leave a mark but she didn't care at the moment. All that mattered was getting all of this damn clothing off. She fisted her hands in his hair as she guided his mouth back to meet her lips again and this time she participated from the beginning, massaging his tongue with hers as his hands began to roam her body, one hand slipping under her short denim skirt while the other fisted itself in her long mane of auburn hair.
"So fucking beautiful," he groaned as he ground his impressive hardness into her belly and rested his fingertips dangerously close to the waistband of her knickers. Her eyes snapped open at his words, as she realized just exactly who it was she was making out with as her parents and several of her brothers ate dinner a mere two floors below.
"Malfoy," she gasped out, having to think hard about how to string words together as his mouth was doing wonderful things to her neck and partly exposed chest.
He paid no attention to her words as he continued to mark her in every place he could reach. Her eyes fluttered closed for a second, about ready to just give into his ministrations before she again came to her senses. "Malfoy, we can't do this," she ground out, shoving him in the chest to push him away.
"Why the fuck not?" he growled dangerously, angrily punching the wall beside her head and making her flinch slightly.
"Because my parents and brothers are in this house, the walls are as thin as parchment, and I absolutely loathe you!" she said as she slipped out from the cage he had built with his arms and righted her clothes.
"Fine," he growled, "Just get out then and don't come back unless you're looking for a good, hard shag."
"You! You Ferret!" she yelled before ripping open the door and stomping angrily from the room.
"I look forward to next time, Weaselette," he yelled after her, as she slammed the door to her own bedroom closed.