Hogwarts After the Fall – a tale of new beginnings, unexpected love and teenage hormones

Previously:

"Ginny?" a voice called through the door. "Ginny, I know you're in there – open up!" Ron's voice was hoarse with anger.

Ginny spun, her eyes wide, and stumbled back from the door, straight into Blaise. He caught her arms and steadied her, then turned her around with a bold smile. "Easy, love. Are you hiding?"

Ginny nodded, somewhat mesmerised by his eyes. Blaise raised a strong hand and cupped her face. "Then we shall help you, won't we Draco?"

Draco smirked and opened the door to the compartment just a fraction. "What's wrong, you whinging whimpering weasel? Do you think we kidnapped your sister?"

Ginny winced as she heard Ron spluttering in the hallway. After much stumbling over words and inventing a few sounds never-before-heard in the English language he finally spat out, "Is she in there with you? Ginny?" he called.

"You're as thick as a lumberjack's sandwich, aren't you?" Draco sneered, avoiding the question smoothly.

"Piss off Malfoy," Ron retorted. His banter falling lamely beside Draco's more cutting and creative remarks. Ginny heard his shambling footsteps fade and sighed with relief.

Then she narrowed her eyes and turned her gaze on the older boy. "That was uncalled for," she accused, feeling equally relieved her brother was gone and guilty for ditching him.

Draco considered her, taking in her flashing eyes and balled fists. He stepped back from the door and gestured to the hallway. "You are, of course, welcome to follow him." Ginny felt the wind go out of her. It was the last thing she wanted to do.

Blaise beamed at her, "Of course if you leave, he'll find you. This is the only place he won't find you. What a shame!"

Ginny looked at him in shock. Were they actually inviting her to stay in their carriage? "You don't mind?" she asked timidly, directing her question to Draco.

Draco's eyes continued to study her, his expression inscrutable. "Be my guest," he answered finally, his voice low and steady. Then he smirked and dramatically gestured to the near-empty carriage with an elegant, long fingered hand. There was something in his voice, it stirred feelings in her she wasn't familiar with. Blaise flopped down on one seat, and Draco joined him, easily slipping into the dark boy's embrace. Were they a couple? Ginny wondered. Blaise's hand traced slow circles over Draco's arm, and Draco shifted slightly to be even closer.

Draco and Blaise flicked their wands at the door. "No one else can enter now," Blaise explained quickly, noting her alarm.

"And you may still leave and return as you please," Draco added. They returned to staring into each other's eyes and Ginny realised they were communicating with other. Legilimency?

Ginny finally tore her eyes away from the Slytherins and sat down on the long seat under the window. She'd never had so much space to herself! She pulled her feet up onto the seat and stretched out, enjoying the space, and turned her gaze to the countryside. Her instinct was to watch the Slytherins, but beside the rudeness of such an act, seeing the two boys gaze so intimately at each other twisted her stomach with akin to envy.

Out of habit she pulled out the letter from Harry she'd been carrying most of the summer and re-read it. The letter twisted her heart and her eyes suddenly felt very wet. She blinked furiously to put a stopper to her tears. This would be a good year, she told herself. Everything would be fine.

Draco and Blaise had the most entertaining train ride they'd had in a long time. While not actually being able to tear each other's clothes off and fuck, as they had planned, they spent the first hour sharing their wildest fantasies. Blaise opened the door to his newest fantasy first, sending Draco images of Ginevra Weasley spread eagled on their bed, her red hair fanned around her flushed face. He struggled to imagine her body correctly, her baggy and ripped boy-leg jeans and large raggedy T-shirt hid her figure, but he felt his improvisations were adequate.

In his vision her hands were wrapped around his cock, while Draco plundered her slick pussy. Draco rose to this vision, sending back equally lurid visions of her writhing between them while they both slid in and out of her. Ginevra bent over the bed, sucking him off while Blaise mounted her from behind. Ginevra suspended in the air by Blaise strong arms, while Draco finger fucked her. Ginevra bound to the bed while they licked and suckled at every square inch of her luscious body.

Blaise broke down first, stalking off to the toilet to quickly relieve himself of the tension while Draco pondered the fantasies they'd just shared and eyed the redhead with speculation.

Train staff were not affected by the wards they're privileged car afforded them, and an elderly yet sprightly lady with a round face and rosy cheeks bustled in with her trolley of treats. The boys, their attention still fixated on the redhead invader did not miss her molten chocolate eyes spring alive at the sight of the cart, her small hand reaching eagerly into her pocket.

"Ah Masters Malfoy and Zabini," the lady chirped. "Your platter is here, as per usual," she quipped, pulling a covered silver tray from a concealed drawer. Zabini quickly handed over a single golden galleon. Ginny froze, and if Blaise has not been so focused on her delightful eyes, he would have missed the disappointment that tainted them entirely. If Draco had not been so focused on the sensual curve of her lips, he might have missed the way her joyous smile fell into a frown of frustration.

"Anything for you dear?" the trolley lady asked politely, turning her cheery face to the younger girl.

A soft blush spread quickly across the brows of Ginny's cheeks as she drew her hand slowly out of her pocket and looked shamefacedly at the two copper pieces she held, all the money her mother has been able to spare her. "I'm not hungry," she said firmly. Then she straightened her shoulders and smiled broadly, her voice bright and convincing. "But thank you for asking."

"If only all young people were as polite as you dear," the lady beamed, her nose twitching. "A sign of good breeding if I ever saw one." She nodded respectfully to Draco and Blaise, before bustling out, trolley clicking as the door whooshed shut behind her.

Draco watched Ginny carefully, surprised at how many feelings and emotions had played across her face in such a short space of time. She ignored him, in favour of studiously looking out the window, avoiding all eye contact. He watched as the blush that had burned across her cheeks earlier with embarrassment faded, and felt a deep pull of sympathy for her as he remembered his own brush with poverty over the Summer. This was a most unwelcome feeling for Draco Malfoy. She might be sexy, but he didn't want to feel sorry for her. Curious about her reaction, rather than malicious, Draco reached forward with an elegant hand and lifted the lid of the tray. Ginny's eyes traced the movement of his hand, and quite unexpectedly she wondered exactly what those hands were capable of, his movements were so precise, yet sensual. He deliberately selected the most fragrant of the delicacies, a gleaming pot of molten chocolate which churned and shifted, powered by a heating charm, and generously poured it over a bowl of deep red, freckled strawberries. Ginny shifted uncomfortably and pulled her knees up on the seat. She wrapped her arms around them and pressed her head to the window. As she studied the clouds, the sun warmed her fair skin pleasantly. The clouds couldn't distract her for long though… She inhaled deeply and then Draco felt, rather than heard, the tiniest of moans emanate from the redhead, and the sound stirred deeply in his groin. Blaise growled under his breath and trailed his hand from Draco's knee up to his crotch, then stopped and drew his had away. "You will share this with us, won't you Ginevra?" Blaise asked in a low voice.

Her eyes shot to his, shocked. "Excuse me?" She had been contemplating what was worse, sitting in here surrounded by food she couldn't eat, or facing Ron again.

Blaise smiled, his full, dark lips curling into a dashing smile. "We normally share this platter with a number of people, but it's just the three of us today. You won't abandon us and leave us to eat this alone will you?"

Ginny gazed longingly from Blaise to the food. There was so much it could feed her entire family. Family. Ginny bit her lip, she could not betray her family. She'd already fought with Ron today, she would not be taking up with Slytherins, especially a Malfoy. Malfoy! She felt his eyes on her. Ginny raised her eyes to see him smirking at her. "What?" she snapped.

"Your face is fascinating," his eyes smouldered. "Everything you're feeling is on display." The smirk faded and Ginny found she could not look away. Her lower lip quivered, from his scrutiny or from the delicious smells wafting through the compartment, she couldn't tell. The fragrance of the chocolate was like a ghost, specifically sent to haunt her. "You should start with the strawberries," he said finally.

Ginny's eyes flashed, her back straightening as she swung her legs off the seat. "Didn't you hear me?" she hissed, "I'm not hungry." Her stomach chose that exact moment to betray her, grumbling deeply. Ginny closed her eyes and cursed the deep blush she knew was burning across her face.

A cool touch on her hand brought her back to the moment. It was Draco, his hand resting lightly on hers. "Your pride is admirable," he said slowly. "But we have more food than we can eat and…" he arched one eyebrow and smirked, "Think of Blaise's weight. I have no desire to sleep with a whale."

Ginny felt winded, was Draco Malfoy joking with her? Being kind to her? What kind of cruel trick was this? As if reading her thoughts, Blaise plucked a strawberry off the plate and bit into it. "No tricks," he announced, offering her the rest. "Just delicious chocolatey goodness."

Ginny's nose and stomach could take no more, she gingerly reached out, took the offered strawberry and placed the whole thing in her mouth. The warm, liquid chocolate and tart strawberry exploded in her mouth, and she moaned to herself as she slowly, carefully savoured every last bite. Ginny closed her eyes and licked a stray drop of chocolate from her lips, before placing her fingers into her mouth and licking them clean too. It occurred to her then that some of what she tasted was Blaise, and the thought intrigued her, rather than upset her.

Blaise and Draco watched, transfixed, as she slowly, sensually even, sought out every drop of chocolate with her pink tongue. Her whole body quivered with pleasure and she sighed contentedly. "We're in trouble," Blaise whispered. Draco frowned. She was a Weasley, the enmity between their families was famous and stretched back centuries. But if he wasn't his father's son, then who was he to judge. As Blaise had pointed out earlier in their attempt at conversation through legimancy, she came from noble, pure blood. Her feelings might be more complicated though, he thought idly. And wasn't she dating Potter?

Once the ice had been broken, the three found conversation flowed fairly smoothly between them. They spoke mostly of Quidditch, speculated about changes to Hogwarts' teaching staff. They spoke not a word of their families or the Summer break. She wished Blaise would keep his eyes on her face, and even caught Draco casting his mercurial gaze over her body at times. She knew there wasn't much to look at, Ron's old robes were several sizes too large for her, and the second hand muggle clothes she wore underneath dwarfed her as well.

Ginny, sated and surprisingly relaxed, found herself drifting off to sleep. She looked over at her 'roommates' and wondered about their relationship. Draco was lying down, with his head on Blaise's lap, one hand tracing lazy pattern on his friend's leg. Blaise was stroking Draco's hair, while his hand was resting on his silver-haired partner's stomach. They were clearly more than friends she realised, their body language spoke a familiarity not shared between even the closest of friends. Not to mention Draco's offhand comment about sleeping with Blaise. All bemused, she curled up on her own seat and dozed off. The soft scent of chocolate lingering in the air, no longer a source of torture but of indulgent pleasure and comfort.

Her deep, steady-breathing alerted Draco and Blaise that Ginny had fallen asleep. Draco automatically raised his wand, ignoring Blaise's warning hand on his arm. "Accio," he whispered, and across the room floated a crumpled piece of paper from Ginevra's pocket.