Chapter 2

Guys don't Take Hints

Ginny had decided to wait for Malfoy's next move rather than telling him she knew who he was. On Monday she would have potions with Draco and she suspected that something might happen. Professor McGonagall had advised Ginny to take some 7th year classes although she was only in her sixth year because of her astonishing performance on O.W.Ls. It was probably the first time she wished a Sunday would go faster.

She went over to the Head Girl's private dormitory and muttered the password. Inside, Hermione was sitting at her desk reading an at least 2000 paged book. Hermione turned around quickly when she heard Ginny enter.

"Oh hi Gin, I was just finishing a book"

"Yeah, well I can see that", Ginny said grinning. "I know you would love to continue, but I wanted to ask you something rather personal."

"Okay", said Hermione slightly confused, usually when someone wanted to ask her something it concerned homework.

"Have you ever had sex?" Ginny asked without a trace of embarrassment.

Hermione was shocked by the suddenness. "No", she replied trying hard not to blush. It wasn't as if she had never had a boyfriend, it just had never gotten to that point.

"Well me neither, but I want to know what it's like. You haven't read a book about sex have you?"

"I-" Hermione's face was as red as Santa's hat. She took a deep breath. "Yes." There, she had said it.

"So, did it say anything worth knowing?" Ginny asked Hermione, urging her to go on.

"Uh, well, not really"

"Okay then, I'll just have to find out for myself." Ginny said leaving as quickly as she had entered.

Hermione didn't think this sounded too good and could only hope Ginny knew what she was doing.

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Ginny knew exactly what to do. She had already planned out a show for Mr. Malfoy (oooh, doesn't the name just sound too sexy) and she had been a bit worried about how it would end. Hermione hadn't been much help, but by the way Draco talked about all the girls he had done (very few of his stories were anywhere near the truth of course) she was hoping that he would be more experienced.

At the same time Ginny was thinking this, Draco had gone through all the aspects of his plan. He would have a potions class with Ginny tomorrow morning and after potions they would have two hours of free time before the next classes. That was plenty of time for what he had planned. He had found an old classroom that was full of all kinds of stuff, stuff he had definitely not expected to find, such as odd looking knitted socks and hats. Between it all had been an enormous bed, he did not understand what it could possibly be doing there, and it seemed as though someone had just washed the blankets and sheets, but the room couldn't have been in use, for no one would want to live in a mess like that. He quickly cleaned the place out with a flick of his wand, leaving only the bed in place.

He had at first thought of starting out slowly, his first being the flowers, but after his father's letter his plan had changed, so he bewitched the room so that the walls would absorb any noise coming from the inside

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Ginny went to bed early that night, not wanting to look like she had awakened from the dead the next morning. She went to sleep, dreaming about a certain blond-, almost silver-haired boy.

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Ginny walked steadily to her seat next to Hermione in the potions class. To make sure Draco noticed her entrance, she had decided to come in a few minutes late. Professor Snape snarled at her as she came in.

"15 points from Gryffindor. Miss Weasley if you wish to attend my 7th year classes in the future, you are to come in on time. I am not going to tolerate this kind of behavior."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Yes, Professor", she said, trying hard not to sound impolite.

"Now that the matter has been settled, I shall put you into pairs to work on the Benzoate potion. Before you start, I want you to write down the effects of it, which you should all know since it was for homework only last night."

Everyone automatically moved next to someone else, but Snape stopped them with his voice.

"Did you not hear me? I shall divide you into pairs", he said in his usual sarcastic tone. "Granger with Goyle, Potter with Parkinson, Malfoy with Weasley, Miss Weasley", he added as both boys groaned.

Ginny could not believe her luck. Snape was helping her carry out her plan with out even knowing he was doing so. She didn't listen to the rest of the pairings, but moved to sit next to Draco, slightly brushing his thigh with her hand. Draco's thigh was burning where she had touched him. He felt like he couldn't wait until the lesson was over.

She pulled out a piece parchment and a quill, dropping it onto the floor. She then made an effort of picking it up, making sure Malfoy noticed that she was only wearing a bra under her robes.

Oh my god, Malfoy thought as he glanced towards the opening of her robes, wishing she hadn't bothered to wear a bra that day.

Ginny picked up her quill and looked towards Malfoy. She was very satisfied with his expression and sat back down.

And then, so suddenly she almost jumped; Draco had grabbed her thigh.

"Wha-" was all she managed to say.

"If you say anything, I will have my father make sure you don't say anything ever again. My father is a very authorized wizard in the Ministry, he can get you expelled if you don't watch out", Draco muttered under his breath so that only Ginny could hear him.

"But-" Draco's look silenced her.

Ginny did not understand, why was he being so, so rude? As though he was above everyone else, above her. Didn't he know how she was longing for him? She had made it so obvious. What Ginny did not know, is that guys did not understand hints. Small ones or obvious ones. If you wanted something you had to say it clearly and exactly, leaving nothing out.

Draco had begun rubbing her thigh, firmly moving his hand upward. His pressed his fingers between her thighs, causing Ginny to let out a gasp. She could feel the wetness between her legs. What did she care if Draco did not know she was enjoying it, she would have plenty of time to tell him later. Her only concern now was someone noticing what Malfoy was doing to her.

A/N Something funny is going to happen in the next chapter (giggles slightly). I have a lot of things planned out in my head and if it weren't for the fact that I have to write them down before uploading the story, I could update five times a day. Please review if you liked it or if you didn't like it (this leaves you no choice but to review).