a/n: Just a little story that popped into my head. Although this does take place in Harry's seventh year and Ginny's sixth year, the events of Malfoy/Snape killing Dumbledore are ignored. And I do realise the room of requirement would not be near the kitchens, but oh well.
I do not own any characters or settings (I never claimed to).
Enjoy.

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Encounters

Chapter 1

Ginny Weasly wasn't usually like this. In fact, she had only been like this once before and afterwards when she and Hermione had woken the next morning with a fowl taste in their mouths and splitting headaches they had vowed to each other never to do it again. That had occurred last year when Ron was dating Lavender Brown and Hermione had asked Ginny for some company, which they had ended up spending in the kitchen with a bottle of fire whisky so Hermione could drown her sorrows.

This time, Ginny needed to drown her sorrows. She was alone and as she stumbled along the corridors of Hogwarts, way after curfew, she cursed herself for being so stupid. One, for letting herself fall for Harry Potter, and two, that she had drunk so much she was having a lot of trouble keeping quiet.

Just this afternoon, Ginny had spoken, or perhaps argued, with Harry about what was happening with them. Ginny was beginning to get fed up. Last year he had told her that they couldn't be together because she would be in danger, but over the summer he seemed to have forgotten that rule and they had continued their relationship anyway. Now that they had returned to Hogwarts, Harry had once again called it off, and this time Ginny knew he meant it. He had gone so far as to say that he had decided there whole relationship over the summer was a bad idea and he didn't want to be with her at all, even after all the danger would one day, hopefully, be over.

So, Ginny Weasley, prefect of Hogwarts and excellent student, had made her way to the kitchens for one glass of fire whiskey, which unfortunately had turned into so much more when she found the bottle.

As she was stumbling along now she heard some footsteps echoing down the halls, and when she halted and the footsteps continued, she knew they were not her own. 'Oh no, what am I going to do? I am going to have detention for months'. She stood there frozen, not a broom closet in sight. Her usually bright mind was now failing her as it had turned to mush a long time ago, and she still hadn't moved as the footsteps gradually grew louder, which meant her capture was now imminent.

"Weasley?"

"Malfoy," Her stomach dropped. She would have much preferred a teacher to have come round the corner than the one and only Draco Malfoy, who, as was custom for a Weasley, she loathed, and she was sure he felt exactly the same way about her.

"What are you doing here?" he asked with his usual scowl on his face. Again Ginny's mind failed her.

"Going to my common room. Not that it's any of your business" she tried to put him in his place, but she knew that had not worked.

"This corridor is no where near your common room Weaslette. It's near the kitchens though, which I suppose explains why you smell even worse than usual and why you can't stand up straight. What happened? Potter turn you down?" he laughed with his cold malicious laugh.

"You're such an ass Malfoy"

"Ooh, good comeback. Come on then, I may as well do my one act of kindness for the year and head you back towards your own dormitory." He grabbed her by the arm and started to lead her towards the Entrance Hall, but unfortunately she was having trouble coordinating her feet to walk and was almost falling over. "Oh surely you can walk Weaslette."

"Shut up Malfoy, and let go of me. I am not one of your sex girls to pick and choose from and I do not give you permission to come anywhere near me. Drunk or not."

"I would not even try to make you 'one of my sex girls' as you say. Even if you were throwing yourself all over me" He let go of her and began to walk back from where he had come.

"Yeah right. You are just the person to take advantage of a drunken girl. I bet anything that those rumours about you being a sex god aren't even true. I bet you made them up. You couldn't turn me on if you tried." Draco turned around and looked at her with a scowl.

"You wouldn't know what being turned on feels like. No doubt Potter has tried and failed." Ginny remained silent. She had never reached that stage with Harry, or any of her other previous boyfriends. She just never felt ready. And yet hear she was, basically challenging Malfoy to try. Her mushy brain was working overtime to try and figure out why she was saying these things, but not coming up with any answers. Draco continued speaking, "You wouldn't even let me try and prove myself anyway would you."

"Ha, see. You couldn't do it. Walking away like a coward."

"So you would let me have sex with you? Just to prove yourself?" Draco asked, almost laughing at the idea, but feeling furious at being called a coward.

"Yeah, cause then every time we passed each other in the corridor, I would know that I had humiliated you."

"Fine, let's go." He snapped.

"Go where?" Just as she said this, a door materialised on the wall beside them and Ginny realised they were next to the Room of Requirement. 'Why didn't this show itself when I wanted somewhere to hide? Stupid Room' Ginny thought. But her thoughts lingered on this no longer as Draco walked over and opened the door, revealing a small room containing just one bed and nothing else. Draco grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the room, closing the door. Ginny was about to protest when Draco pulled out his wand and muttered a silencing charm on the door of the room, and she began to laugh.

"You think you're that good do you?" she asked.

"Yeah, I do." Draco moved closer and was kissing her in an instant. Ginny forgot all about her protests.

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Ginny awoke the next morning in a very comfortable bed, which was spoiled by the fact that she had a splitting headache. 'I am never drinking again' she thought to herself. She rolled over to look at the ceiling, and all of a sudden realised she was not in her own four poster bed. And another thing, she was naked.

She sat up to look around this strange room. Her clothes were strewn all over the floor from the doorway of the room to the bed in which she now lay.

'Oh no, what have I done'. Ginny became scared. The last thing she could remember of last night was being in the kitchen with the bottle of fire whiskey. 'This is not good'. It was quite clear to her, due to her clothes being on the floor, and a slight feeling of pain, that she had lost her virginity last night. This was scary enough, how could she have been so stupid? But what was most scary, was that she had no idea who it was. Ginny began to panic now, she had to try and remember. But with all her might, she could not remember a single detail.

She got out of bed and began to gather her clothes to get dressed. As she was doing so she caught a whiff of the smell of cologne on her shirt. 'Fantastic, now all I have to do is go and smell every boy in Hogwarts. Even though the odds of two boys having the same cologne would be quite high'. Ginny had no clue what to do. She exited the room to find the corridor thankfully empty, although it was a Saturday morning, or as far as she knew Saturday afternoon. Coming out into this corridor she realised she was in the Room of Requirement. Feeling more confused and scared she made her way quickly up to the Gryffindor common room and found Hermione sitting there reading a book. Ginny grabbed her arm and inexplicably dragged Hermione up to the girl's dormitories.

"I've done something terrible," she started and began to tell the whole story from her argument with Harry to how she woke up this morning not remembering a thing.

"OK. There's no reason to panic. You just have to try and remember who it was and then go after him and hex him for taking advantage of you while you were drunk." Hermione said after she had gotten over the initial shock.

"But I can't remember who it is Hermione, I've tried. All I have is this smell of cologne on my shirt as any clue and it's not going to help me. I'm so screwed, in more ways than one." Ginny replied.

"That's a horrible thing to say," Hermione said in disgust. "It looks like there's not much you can do until, maybe, your memory comes back, if it comes back. Otherwise maybe the guy will come to you, who knows. You just have to wait, and smell for cologne."

Ginny didn't reply. She knew Hermione was right, she was always right. But she still couldn't get rid of the dirty feeling she had and the sense of dread she had that she may never remember who her first was.

Over the next couple of weeks Ginny had not regained any of her memory of that night, and the boy in question had not made any appearance. Although she had begun to get used to the idea she could not change the past, she still had the same dirty feeling when her thoughts lingered on that night.

One Saturday morning, Ginny was in the library writing a Charms essay when someone she did not expect sat down next to her.

"Weaslette," said the voice of Draco Malfoy.

Ginny glared at him. "What do you want Malfoy?" She really didn't feel like dealing with him right now.

"Why so angry?" he asked in what she thought was supposed to be a sweet voice.

"I'm not angry Malfoy, I just don't like talking to you."

"Aww, you're just angry at me for proving you wrong the other week."

Ginny sighed. "What are you talking about?"

"You know your moaning and groaning. I'm glad I put that silencing spell on the door because you wouldn't shut up." Draco smirked. Ginny could tell he was enjoying this moment of torturing her.

"Whatever Malfoy". Ginny just rolled her eyes and went back to writing her essay.

Draco started laughing. "You don't remember do you?" Ginny's heart sunk and she stopped writing. She slowly turned her head to look straight at this evil boy currently tormenting her.

"Remember what?" she said through gritted teeth.

Draco leaned a little closer and as he did Ginny got a whiff of that familiar cologne she had smelt on her shirt, and her heart sunk even further. "Our wonderful night in the Room of Requirement." She began to feel sick. She immediately gathered up her work and ran out of the library, leaving Draco sitting there with a smile on his face.

She kept running, not knowing where to go. Deciding that she needed air she began to head outside. Pushing her way through many students she made it outside and continued to run. Running until she realised she had nowhere to go. She stopped on the edge of the Great Lake, thankful it was lunch time and most students where inside eating. She sat down, her head in her hands, tears streaming down her face.

'It can't be true. It can't be true,' she thought. But deep down, Ginny knew it was. 'What have I done'. As she was sitting there, it all came back to her in one moment. Malfoy, kissing her, touching her, pleasuring her as she enjoyed every moment of it. Ginny shivered, even though it wasn't cold. She'd enjoyed it. Once again Ginny began to feel sick. She sat next to the lake for a long time and couldn't stop herself from bringing back those memories and thinking how much she had enjoyed the experience. Although she hated herself for it she began to feel less sick as time went on and she began to feel as if she wanted the experience again.

'Don't be stupid Ginny, it's Malfoy. You should never have done it in the first place, you can't do it again'. She would just have to avoid Malfoy as much as possible.

She gathered her stuff up that she had dropped beside her and began a slow walk back to the castle. As she walked along a corridor, she was so wrapped up in her own thoughts she didn't hear someone approaching her from behind. The person grabbed her and pushed her up against a nearby wall, pinning her arms before Ginny had time to react. Unfortunately, the person was, once again, Malfoy.

"What do you want?!?" Ginny asked forcefully.

"Just seeing if you wanted a second taste?" Draco replied with a smirk on his face.

With him so close Ginny had a flash of memory of Draco running his hands down her body. She shook her head to make it go away. "I can't believe you would take advantage of me like that Malfoy. I wouldn't have thought even you would do something like that."

"Actually on that night you told me you expected I would, which is probably why I did. So that I wouldn't disappoint."

"Let go of me."

He didn't. "You enjoyed it Weaslette, admit it. Then I'll let go."

"I'm not telling you anything that will make your ego even bigger."

"Then I'm not letting go." Draco leaned forward and kissed Ginny on the neck. Once again Ginny's mind flashed with images of what had happened and she felt herself flush. Draco laughed when he heard her sigh with pleasure and looked up to see her bright red face. "See, I told you. I'll take that as an admission. Cya later Weaslette, let me know when you want seconds." He winked, let Ginny go and walked off.

Ginny remained frozen where she stood. Why did she let him do that? 'Because you liked it,' she thought. "Oh my god," she said aloud. She slid down the wall to sit on the floor. She had to admit to herself. She once again, had enjoyed her encounter with Draco Malfoy. But that just meant that she had to work really hard to avoid him.