"Maybe we should stop there for tonight," Gabe said as he looked down at his watch. It was going on two in the morning. Silently Carolyn packed her things up and walked with him out to the common area of the restaurant.

"When do you think we will be able to finish this Gabe," Carolyn asked as she slipped her coat on at the restaurant doors.

"How about I come to Hogwarts tomorrow night, you can meet me in the Room of Requirement after dinner," Gabe offered as he walked her to the fireplace so that she could floo directly to Hogwarts.

"That would be perfect, I'll see you then. Goodnight Gabe," Carolyn said as she stepped into the fireplace and disappeared in the green flames.

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Gabe smiled as he walked into his flat, tossing his jacket across the back of a leather sofa he didn't even notice the person laying there until he was walking out of the kitchen towards his bedroom after checking the post the maid had left for him on the counter.

"Bloody Hell Owen," Gabe yelled startling his brother to fall enough off the couch while grabbing for his wand.

"Lord, Gabe why are you shouting," Owen shouted from his position on the floor.

"What the hell are you doing in my house," Gabe asked as he walked over to smirk down at his older brother.

Owen was tall like all the males in there family, but his bright red hair and heavy muscular build was more like their mother's side of the family. Ginny always told him that he was the spitting image of her brother's Fred and George when they were younger, except for his eyes; he had Draco's silver grey eyes.

Shaking his head to clear it of sleep, Owen smiled sheepishly up at his brother, "I came by earlier to ask how the inquisition went with the girl from Hogwarts but you were still gone. And I guess I fell asleep waiting."

"Well the interview went fine, but we didn't finish up everything so I have to go to Hogwarts tomorrow to talk to her again. I had forgotten how long Mum and Dad's story was until I go started. It was too late to continue anymore of it tonight and be good for me to go over to the Burrow tomorrow," Gabe explained as he un-tucked his shirt from his trousers and sat down in an armchair heavily.

"Well damn, tomorrow is the family picnic isn't it," Owen grimaced as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Yes and you better not skiv out on this one like you did last time," Gabe ordered,

"Granddad came and visited me after that one and chewed my ear out for disappointing Grandmum by not showing up," Owen remarked with a shudder.

"Yeah and you weren't there when the Uncles started in on Abby's new boyfriend either, which was a sight to see. And I thought we were bad when we interrogated him," Gabe laughed.

"Well being as she is the only girl grandchild I am not surprised that the boy got it bad," Owen said seriously. He and Abby were twins, though you couldn't tell it, as Abby was as blonde as their father. It was the hair that threw you off when you looked at the Malfoy siblings together. Michael the oldest was almost an exact replica of their father, he was lean muscled and so blonde that he use to be teased in school for bleaching his hair. The twins Abby and Owen came next, Abby was a petite like their mother and her blonde hair made her look like a pixie because she kept it cut short. Her twin was the total opposite of her, while she was petite he was tall; while Abby was small framed and delicate featured, Owen was not, they were the only ones besides Michael to inherit their father's grey eyes. Leo came two years after them and four after Michael; he was the shortest of the boys at six foot even. What he lacked in height he made up for in bulk. Leo looked like an American Footballer, at least that is what all the girls described him as they oohed and ahhed. He kept his curly red hair cut short, the Roman style as their sister called it. Lastly came Gabe, who was lean like their father, the perfect seeker build as he called it, his hair was a little bit darker than his father's but still a fair blonde color. He had earned his nickname of Slytherin Playboy, using his athletic frame and clean sculpted face to get into as many of the skirts at Hogwarts as he could, and still did.

"Yeah, but I think she would have like it if you had been there to show your support of him," Gabe said driving the guilt knife home.

"I was busy," Owen sighed as he climbed to his feet.

"Doing what exactly big brother?" Gabe said as he stood up, he was an inch shorter than Owen and lacked his muscle but that had never stopped him in the past from trying to beat the living tar out of his brother a time or two.

"I'll tell you later Angel, right now I am going to go make use of that nice comfy guest room you have in there, because I am to tired to apparate home," with that Owen clapped his brother on the back and walked off leaving the other man to curse under his breath.

"Let me look at you," Molly Weasley stepped back from her grandson. Even in her advanced years, she was still a force to be reckoned with and still would wield her wooden spoon at those she saw fit to hit.

"Hello Grandmum. How have you been?" Gabe asked as he stood patiently before her.

Molly smiled up at him, "I have been well, though I can't say the same for your Grandfather. The other day he about blew the house up with one of his Muggle things."

Gabe laughed as he pictured his Granddad tinkering away in the garage with all of his Muggle artifacts. He made a note to tell him about Carolyn's tape recorder being charmed to work in coexistence with magic.

"Well I am sure that he learned his lesson," Gabe remarked as he turned to search for said patriarch.

"No he did not, he has the wee ones right now out in that blasted garage showing them all the new things he has found," with that Molly went back inside to the kitchen where her daughter and daughter-in-laws were fixing dinner.

The next few hours paced in relative peacefulness as the family chatted and ate together, Gabe laughed at his uncles antics. His father, who had long since given up his snooty behavior, for the most part, helped his grandmother clean up when everyone else abandoned her to go play a game of Quidditch. Gabe almost didn't get away in time to make it to Hogwarts for his appointment with Carolyn. He had said his goodbyes to the majority of the family and was trying to find his mother to give her a kiss goodbye.

"Abby, where's Mum," Gabe asked his sister who was holding there Uncle Ron's three year old adopted son Bryant.

"Her and Dad went into the house about twenty minutes ago," Abby said as she continued to read to the little boy.

Giving his sister a kiss on the cheek Gabe headed in the direction of the house, he found his mother and father sitting on a couch in the living room, which for once was empty. Pausing in the doorway Gabe just looked at the picture they made. His mother was curled into his father as they sat on the sofa together, her eyes closed and a blissful smile on her face.

"Is there something that you want son," Draco asked as he turned his head to look at his son.

"Sorry Dad, I was just coming to say goodbye. I have to go to Hogwarts for an appointment and I didn't want to leave without saying goodbye to Mum and you," Gabe whispered as he stepped into the room and came around to the couch so that his father could see him without straining his neck.

"You haven't finished with that student yet?" Draco asked an eyebrow raised in incredulity.

"No, I haven't," Gabe replied with a smirk on his face identical to that of his father's.

"Is she cute?" Draco asked, Ginny murmured in her sleep and burrowed herself further into her husband's warmth, causing him to smile down at his wife.

Gabe crouched down so that he could look at his mother's sleeping face, brushing a lock of hair out of her face he kissed her on the forehead before straightening, "She's a student, and besides she's not my type."

Draco frowned as his son gave him a nod and walked out of the room and out of the house.

"I wasn't your type either when you first noticed me," Ginny whispered to her husband as she peaked up at him.

"True and it took me a long time to realize how good I had it," Draco told her, cupping her chin in his hand. "It took you almost dieing for me to realize that I love you. I hope our son doesn't take after me in that aspect."

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Carolyn was reading her house team's strategy for their next game while her housemates talked around her at dinner, when Gabe walked into the Great Hall.

"My God, is that Gabe Malfoy?" Megan Tuttle exclaimed from Carolyn's left.

Carolyn's head jerked up from the scroll, her eyes going straight to the tall blonde walking in between the Slytherin and Hufflepuff tables. The entire Hall was filled with not so subtle whispers over the unexpected visitor. Carolyn watched as the Headmaster Dumbledore stood up to greet the young man, his eyes twinkling with their usual unknown mirth. When Gabe sat down next to the Headmaster the students fell silent for a moment before going back to their dinner and conversations.

"Hmm, wonder what he is doing here," Megan asked no one in particular.

Carolyn felt her face flush as she looked up at the head table to find Gabe looking at her with an unreadable expression. "Don't know, maybe he's here to talk to one of his cousins."

The 'Weasley Clan' as they were called, was currently sitting at the Gryffindor table making loud conversation. There were only seven of them at school, but that did not mean that they were not well known, all boys and all but one on the Quidditch team.

"I still don't see how, that disgusting lot is related to an Adonis like Gabe Malfoy," Trisha Collier remarked as she looked from the Gryffindor's to Gabe.

"He doesn't seem that different," Adam Laring snorted; he was slightly upset that Trish, whom he was dating, had called Gabe an Adonis.

"Well since you lot are drooling over the Slytherin Playboy, I am going to go study for my Transfiguration test," getting to her feet Carolyn gathered her things and left her friends to look at her oddly before going back to their discussion of the assets of one Gabe Malfoy.

"You caused quite a stir tonight," Carolyn told Gabe when he walked into the Room of Requirement thirty minutes later.

Shrugging out of his jacket Gabe loosened the top couple of buttons of his un-tucked shirt, "I forgot to send a notice to Dumbledore about my presence tonight and had to go see him to explain."

Carolyn raised an eyebrow, and reached for her bag, which was on the couch next to her. Settling the bag next to her on the plush rug, Carolyn drew out the tape recorder and put a new blank tape inside.

"Shall we begin?" Carolyn asked, as she got comfortable.

"Let's see where we were," Gabe said as he sat down next to her before the fire. "Oh yes, so my dad…."

"Ginny, what do you say we go and see if the Quidditch pitch is empty," Harry asked Ginny as they walked behind Hermione and Ron on their way to the Gryffindor Tower.

Ginny blushed as she looked over to Harry, "And what do you want to do at the pitch so late at night Mister Potter?"

Harry stopped and pulled Ginny towards him, "Why don't you find out Miss Weasley."

Ginny let a giggle escape as she looked up at him, Harry could never pull the 'I am sexy look' and when he tried he more often than not made Ginny laugh than make her knees go weak. However, he loved her and that was what made Ginny feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

"I think that I would like to find out very much," Ginny whispered against his lips as Harry leaned in to kiss her.

"Oh God, my eyes!"

Ginny jumped back from Harry automatically at the exclamation, and looked over to the two Slytherins walking towards them. Draco was scowling while his dark haired companion was smiling cheerfully at the situation. Ginny felt her heart speed up as she locked eyes with Draco, 'why can't my heart do this with Harry,' she wondered as she tore her eyes away from the Slytherin.

"What do you want Zabini, Malfoy?" Harry asked as he sighed wearily, he reached to pull Ginny back to him, and frowned when she sidestepped his hands.

"Just doing a favor to all humanity and preventing you from going any further in any acts of procreation Potter," Blaise cheerfully informed him, giving Harry a friendly clap on the back.

Draco walked behind Ginny, using her body as a shield to block him from Harry's view. His hand giving her rear a gentle squeeze as he passed by her to the other side, Ginny's gasp the only indication of what he did.

Harry looked at Ginny in question at the noise, "Ginny?"

Ginny blushed, "Come on Harry; let's go catch up with Ron and Hermione."

Pulling on his arm, she started to tug him down the hall in the direction of the Gryffindor Tower.

"Yes, do take yourselves off so that decent people can walk the halls without worry of being scarred for life from seeing you two going at it," Blaise shuddered for effect.

"It's better than seeing you with what ever tramp of the week you have attached yourself to for the moment," Ginny let out before she thought better.

Draco smirked at her, "Tramp of the week? I wonder do you apply that to the girls I have taken an interest in too, Weasley?"

Ginny blushed, because she knew that Draco was referring to herself. Damn, she had forgotten that Draco was even there, since he hadn't spoken until she had said something.

"You know what I meant Malfoy," Ginny said turning towards him. He was within reach of her and looking at her with amusement in his grey eyes.

"I beg to differ. I don't know what you meant; maybe you should explain yourself further, to clarify your meaning." Draco was all but laughing at her now. He didn't know teasing someone, without insulting them could be so much fun. Moreover, Ginny was fun to tease; she was getting red because she couldn't yell at him openly for what he was doing because of Harry and Blaise. This was small payment for his having to see her in Potter's arms and not being able to do physical damage to the Wonder Boy.

"I, um…meant. Bloody hell Malfoy, you know perfectly well what I meant. You are just being a silly prat, because you have nothing better to do than make my life a living hell. Why don't you grow up and learn that you mean nothing to me and you never will," with that she marched off in a flurry of red hair and black robes.

"You haven't even begun to see what I can do to your life Weasel," Draco shouted after her, his face flushed with anger. Telling him that he was nothing to her hurt him more than he thought it would. Without a glance at the other two, he strode off in the opposite direction.

"What the hell was that about?" Harry murmured to Blaise before he turned to follow Ginny.

"That is a very good question Potter. A very good question," Blaise whispered, as he looked at the direction his friend had taken. A question he set about to answer.

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Draco reread the letter for the third time before burning the piece of parchment into a pile of ashes. 'So the Dark Lord was calling him to service early', he thought as he sat in his Head Boy room later on that night. He was supposed to lure Potter out to the Forbidden Forest for Voldemort to capture, and exactly how in the name of Salazar Slytherin was he supposed to do that?

Draco got up and walked over to the window of his dorm room, the Head's dorm was in a separate tower than the other dorms. For the first time in all of his schooling, he had a window with a view that was not charmed, as the Slytherin dorm was located in the dungeons and had charmed windows. The view was of the Quidditch pitch, the moonlight giving the normally cheerful place a morbid feel to it that suited Draco's mood for the night.

Draco watched the shadows dance across the pitch, thinking back to what Blaise had confided in him after he had stormed off earlier. Blaise had confessed to him that he was not going to join Voldemort as had been planning for him since his birth. Draco had been dumbfounded and simply stared at his friend before Blaise had left him alone, but not before telling him, he did not have to join either.

'You don't have to be a mindless idiot and follow that worthless Mudblood either Draco,' had been his exact words. Draco cursed under his breath, if he refused to do as Voldemort and his father wanted then he would be cut off and likely hunted down. He absolutely refused to follow Dumbledore either, the fanciful idiot did not how to piece together a coherent sentence let alone lead an army. The thing was he was not entirely sure if he wanted to refuse Voldemort. His family had long ago chosen the path with which they would walk. Just because his father made a laughingstock of the Malfoy name was no reason for Draco to go against centuries of tradition. Mudbloods were not worthy to learn magic, and Muggles did not even get the privilege of knowing what magic was. So why not have a little sport with Muggles, you can just obliviate them afterwards and they would never be the wiser to what was going on. Just look at Granger, the girl acted as if she was the best thing to happen to witchcraft since the broom, and every chance she got she would rub Draco's nose in her superiority. What made her so superior to him, just because she would rather study her nose off and sound like a self righteous prig than, Draco let his thoughts trail off as he spotted someone walking on the pitch.

Grabbing his invisibility cloak Draco walked out of his dorm quietly, so as not to alert Hermione who shared the Headspace with him. Making his way down to the pitch quietly, Draco only had one scare when he tripped over a silent Mrs. Norris and she ran off shrieking her injustice and Draco had to run quickly out to the yard.

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Ginny lay down on the dewy grass; she had cast a warming charm on her cloak so she did not notice the chilly night air. The past couple of days had been too much for her to handle, the encounters she was having with Draco were coming to close together for her to rationalize.

"He's a Death Eater for heavens sake," Ginny whispered. Staring up at the sky, she searched the stars for constellations she knew.

"Let's see. There's Pegasus, and Hercules should be near them," Ginny smiled when she spotted the Demi-god a few seconds later, "Ah there you are Hercules."

"And Andromeda should be," Ginny searched the clear sky for the chained princess; never hearing the shimmer of fabric that sounded behind her.

"Draco is particularly clear tonight."

Ginny closed her eyes; she did not have to look to see who was talking. It was a voice that, she had heard to much the last couple of days.

"You shouldn't be out here you know," Draco remarked calmly. Walking over to her prone for, he stared down at her.

Ginny opened her eyes slowly, "And you do everything you're told to, right?"

Draco frowned, "Yes, everything."

It was Ginny's turn to frown at his emphasis on everything, was he telling her something without saying it. Maybe he did not want to do the things he was told to do, and he was only doing them out of some sense of duty. 'Get a hold of yourself Ginny, this is Draco Malfoy. The Slytherin Prince, he doesn't do anything he doesn't want to,' Ginny sat up on her elbows, "Doesn't that get tiresome?"

Draco raised an eyebrow at her, not even bothering to answer her.

"I think you should break the habit," Ginny laid back down on the ground, her right arm pillowing her head from the wet grass.

"What if I don't want to," right now all Draco wanted to do was take her right then and now. Make her scream out his name on the pitch, with only the stars to see them.

"Well then you will never be satisfied. You will always wonder about the 'could have been's' and 'what if's'," looking up at him from behind hooded eyes she smiled. "Show me Draco."

Draco felt his blood begin to pump through his veins faster than it had a minute ago. "Pardon me?"

Ginny smiled cheekily, "Show me the constellation Draco; I don't remember where it's at."

Draco flushed. Wordlessly he pointed out a group of stars overhead.

"Oh, that will never do. I can't bloody well see which ones you are pointing to," Ginny sat up quickly and grasped his other hand in hers. "Sit down here and show me."

Draco let her tug him to the ground; he was shocked into silence when Ginny pushed him backwards until he was laying down flat. Then using his shoulder as a pillow she waited for him to point out the constellation to her.

"Do you see Hercules there," Draco asked, he smiled to himself when he felt her head nod against his shoulder. "Well if you follow his arm there to that small triangle right above him that is Draco's head."

"Oh," Ginny whispered, "The Dragon. He doesn't look so dangerous, all bark and no bite in my opinion."

"It's the fire you have to worry about," Draco turned his head so that he could look at her.

Ginny turned her head so that she could look at him also, "Yes, the fire that can consume everything without warning."

Draco swiftly rolled himself on top of her, "Do you even realize what you are doing?"

Ginny looked up at him, "Yes, but I don't know why."

Draco nodded; he too did not know why he could not just let it stop at simple hating each other. Why did he have to need her? Lowering his head he stopped just short of touching his mouth to hers, their eyes locked on one another's. Breath labored, and pulses beating erratically.

"Ginny."

Ginny closed the distance between them, her lips pressed against his with soft hunger that she could never voice. Her eyes drifted closed as Draco deepened the kiss, her hands going inside his cloak to pull him closer to her.

Draco closed his eyes when she opened her mouth to his seeking tongue. Braced on his forearms, he massaged her tongue with his own as he explored her mouth. 'She tastes like vanilla,' he thought as pulled back for a moment. His breathing was hard and labored, trailing kisses down her jaw he nipped at her ear before kissing his way down her neck to the open buttons on her oxford school shirt. Gently sucking at the rapidly beating pulse point at the base of her neck, Draco shifted so that he was braced on his knees, one on each side of her hips. Unbuttoning her shirt buttons quickly, he gently bit the tops of her breast that were pushed up by her bra.

Ginny let out a moan as his hands pushed her shirt and cloak away from her body. Her own hands quickly found the buttons of his shirt and had them undone within seconds. Her fingers brushed over his abs, she giggled when she felt the line of fine blonde hair trailing down to his belly button. Draco pulled away from her to smirk down at her, his eyes soft.

"And what are you laughing at," he teased. Cupping one of her breast in his palm, rolling her nipple in between his thumb and forefinger, he watched as her eyes fluttered closed and she arched into his touch.

"I don't…remember now," Ginny, breathed out slowly trying to regain her senses.

"Maybe this will spark your memory," Draco tugged her bra down to expose her pebbled nipple to the night air. Lowering his mouth, he began to suckle, and smiled against her when he felt one of her hands dig into his back, the other in his hair.

Suddenly Ginny remembered Harry's smile at her earlier in the day when she had surprised him with a quick kiss before breakfast. She could not cheat on Harry like this, it wasn't fair to anyone, "Draco, we have to stop."

Draco paused and lifted his head up, "Why?"

Ginny bit her lip, tears forming in her eyes, "Harry, I can't do this to him. I'm sorry; I can't do this to someone who has been nothing but good to me."

Draco muffled a curse against her lips in a quick hard kiss, "So Potter wins again?"

"I'm sorry. I need time to figure out what is going on inside of me, can you understand that?" Ginny sweetly brushed a strand of pale blond hair off his forehead, cupping his cheek, "I don't want to hurt you either. Whatever this is, I can't do until I am sure this is something permanent and not just a passing desire."

Draco nodded; he understood the need to figure out your feelings. It was something he was still struggling with on many subjects.

"I'm telling you Harry, something is up," a voice carried from the far side of the pitch from the direction of Hagrid's cabin.

Ginny stiffened, as did Draco, both listening, as the voices slowly got closer. Quickly Draco rolled off Ginny and got to his feet. Holding his hand out to her, he tugged her to her feet. The voices were getting closer as Ginny pulled her shirt and cloak back on, not bothering to button the former before clasping her cloak tightly around her.

"It's my brother and Harry," Ginny whispered to him as he shrugged into his shirt and pulled his invisibility cloak off the ground.

"The map is never wrong," Harry's voice sounded. Ginny could tell from his strained tone that he was upset.

"There is no way that Ginny would be doing that with Malfoy," Hermione's voice now joined into the conversation, just as the trio stepped onto the pitch and got a clear view of the two in the middle.

"Ginny," Draco whispered. He caught her eyes and not breaking contact he tried to tell her without words not to go, not to leave him and whatever was happening to them.

Ginny felt the tears start to gather in her eyes, the Trio made their way over to the cautiously. Ginny tore her eyes away from Draco to look and see how close they were, she still had a few minutes before they were going to reach her, if they kept just complacently walking that is.

"I'm sorry," Ginny, whispered moments before Harry's fist connected with Draco's jaw. Ginny screamed as she watched him fall to the ground, Harry on top of him pummeling him. She tried to step forward to stop them, but a heavy hand on her shoulder stopped her, turning she looked into the disappointed face of her brother.

"Don't you ever touch what's mine again Malfoy," Harry yelled into Draco's face, punctuating each word with a punch.

With a sudden shift, Draco pushed Harry off him and kicked him in the stomach as he got to his feet. He waited until Harry was on his feet again before tackling him to the ground, like a footballer. Giving into the jealous rage, he had suffered for the last couple of weeks every time he saw them together and could do nothing about it. Hell, he was not even allowed to breathe the same air as her, let alone like her.

"Draco, stop," Ginny screamed. Her tears flowing freely and unchecked, she took in Draco's bloody lip and cut cheek. Draco turned and looked at her, dropping his hold on Harry's shirt he stood up and stepped away.

"Come on Ginny, let's go to the Tower," Ron whispered tugging her towards the school as Hermione helped Harry to his feet.

Ginny turned to look at Draco as she let Ron tug her away to the dorm. Draco stayed rooted in the same spot as Ginny walked away from him, his face an unreadable mask.

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"What the hell were you thinking Ginny," Ron asked as he sat down wearily in a chair before the fire in the Gryffindor tower, Hermione having gone to back to her dorm on the way back into school.

Ginny groaned as she sat down on a couch, her eyes watching Harry who was pacing in front of the fire. "I don't know, okay. I don't know what I was thinking."

"Ron, could you give us a moment," Harry asked gruffly. His nose was bloody and lip swollen from Draco's punches.

Ron looked between the two and nodded in understanding. Getting to his feet, he walked to the boys' dorm silently.

Harry waited until he heard the distant click of the dormitory door before turning away from her to look at the fire.

"Harry, let me explain," Ginny got to her feet and walked towards him. She stopped though when Harry whirled around to face her, his face red with fury.

"Explain? Please do, explain to me why the map told me you were snogging Draco Malfoy not an hour ago? Explain to me why you are sneaking around with a Slytherin behind my back?" Harry asked a cold smile making Ginny flinch away from him.

"I don't know okay, it just happened," Ginny knew it sounded lame and she was proven that it did when Harry laughed mercilessly at her, silencing her with the shame of what she had done.

"I loved you, wasn't that enough?" Harry stepped forward until he was backing her up into the couch. Ginny was forced back into the couch. "Do you know how much it hurt me to read that and then find out it was true. Did you even think about me when you were rolling around like a whore for Malfoy on the ground, did you?"

"That's enough you self righteous prig," Ginny bit out, "I did love you, but some where along the way I developed feelings for Draco too."

"So what you were going to string me along, while you had your fun behind my back?" Harry felt the tears started to burn his eyes so he turned back to the fire, he would be damned if he was going to let her see him cry now.

"I don't know what I was doing. It was all happening to fast for me to really stop it," Ginny ran a hand through her hair, pulling a piece of grass out of the tangled mess.

Harry turned to look at her, snorting as he looked her up and down, "I can see you tried to stop it really hard."

Ginny looked down at her self; when she had reached up, her cloak had fallen open and her unbuttoned shirt was gaping open her white bra and bare stomach visible to his green gaze. Grasping the cloak together again, she sent him a quelling look.

"He'll never love you like I do," Harry said quietly, "like I did."

Ginny watched; tears streaming down her face as Harry turned to walk away from her. He stopped at the stairwell and turned to face her, "When he is finished using you, and you come back to your senses don't expect me to be waiting for you."

Ginny sat back down on the couch and cried into her hands, when had her life become so complicated. She had just let the boy she had loved since before she could remember, walk out of her life, and for what a fling with someone who had a different girl every week. Ginny cried for what seemed like hours before she felt someone lift her up and carry her to her dorm. Opening her eyes, she looked up into her brother's concerned blue ones, "I'm so confused big brother."

Ron nodded and tucked the covers around his little sisters curled up form. "Just rest Ginny-bean; we'll sort things out in the morning."

Kissing her on the forehead, Ron walked back down to his own room and quietly slipped into bed. He could hear Harry's sobs, muffled by the bed coverings, but still noticeable in the silent dorm room.

'Bloody hell, I'm glad Hermione is uncomplicated,' Ron thought as he drifted off to sleep.

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Draco slammed the door to his dorm common room. 'What in the name of Merlin had possessed him to do that?' He thought as he sat moodily down in an armchair across from the cheery fire. First, he made out with a girl, with the intention of doing more, that he can barely even stand on a daily basis. Well he uses to couldn't stand on a daily basis, now he needed to hear her, and see her just to get by. Then he let Potter wail on him for a couple of minutes, because he was too distracted by her big brown eyes to defend himself. Finally after only venting his frustrations physically for a few minutes on Potter, he lets her simple 'Draco, stop'; actually stop him. The only person to have this much control over him before had been his father, and that stopped the minute his father went to jail.

"Draco," a soft seductive voice sounded behind him. Draco ran a hand over his eyes in frustration; this was the last thing he needed.

"Draco," Hermione Granger walked out of her bedroom. Wearing only a sheer nightgown of pale blue, she came to stand before him. Her hair wild around her shoulders and the fire behind her causing the nightgown to become see through.

"What do you want?" Draco asked as he relaxed back into the chairs, his frustration showing clearly across his aristocratic face. He had planned the seduction of Hermione Granger with every detail planned out; he had never lost control of himself, as he seemed to do whenever Ginny was around. Hermione had turned out to be ridiculously easy, as soon as they were behind the Head dorm's closed door, she had become a willing participant in his bed within two weeks of the school year. Hermione had been a means to exact revenge on the Golden Trio, to screw the best friend of the Boy Who Lived, and the girl friend of his other best friend, it was priceless revenge; revenge he was regretting at this exact moment. Right now, he just wanted to be alone with his thoughts and sort out what was going on with Ginny and himself.

"I wanted to know," Hermione bit her lip uncertainly.

"Spit it out already," Draco growled. He was too tired to play games with the twit tonight.

"Are you seducing Ginny to make Harry jealous? Or do you really want her?" Hermione's worry evident in face and body language.

Draco snorted, "What do you think Granger?"

Hermione smiled, her relief evident, even though Draco did not answer the question. Sighing she crossed the short distance to him and made to sit on his lap. Draco caught her wrist in his hands, "Not tonight."

Hermione frowned, Draco never refused her, 'Maybe he really felt something for Ginny after all.' As soon as the thought was in her head Hermione dismissed it, Draco was always vehement about his hatred of traitors, and in his opinion, Weasley's were traitors to the wizarding purebloods. If she was to go with that line of thought, then why had he seduced her at the beginning of the year, he detested muggle born's just as much. Shaking her head at herself Hermione let the thought go, she knew that Draco wanted her, he had told her as much in his actions.

Draco knew he could not let Granger know he could not stand the sight of her now. Ginny consumed all of his thoughts, and Granger was not even a distant second to his desire for the redhead. "I am too wound up for anything tonight," he said simply in way of covering up his lack of desire.

"Maybe I could do something for you to relax you," Hermione knelt down in between his out stretched legs. Her hands going to the buckles of his pants, brushing against crotch with a delicacy that Draco had taught her not to long ago.

To let Hermione do anything to him felt almost like a betrayal of Ginny, Draco frowned at the thought. Why should he hold any allegiance to the girl, she was probably in Potter's arms at this point apologizing for letting the evil Slytherin seduce her. Letting Potter touch her, as Draco wanted to touch her. Damn bitch, he thought, why not enjoy himself, as Ginny was probably doing with Potter at the very same moment. Draco sat in silence as Hermione went about her teasing, he may not want her with his heart and mind, but his damn body was going to give into her ministrations if she kept it up. Angling his hips upward was the only help she got when she tugged his school trousers and black silk boxers down to floor. Draco closed his eyes, when her mouth began to coax at him, imagining a certain redhead in her place. Picturing Ginny with her mouth wrapped around him, Draco ran his fingers through Hermione's hair. Forcing her head further down, he viciously began to pound into her receptive mouth, angry it was a filthy mudblood who was touching him. Angry because Ginny was probably doing this for Potter at this same moment and she would never do it to him, but even angrier because he wanted her too, his release wasn't long in coming and he sank back in relief when he was finished pouring himself into Hermione.

Draco watched through half closed eyes as Hermione wiped her chin clean of his semen. Getting to his feet, he pulled his pants up, but did not bother fastening them. Without a word, he walked to his bedroom. Not even turning around to look at her he called over his shoulder, "Are you coming?"

Hermione quickly got to her feet and followed him, closing the door after herself when she got there.

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"Good morning Ginny," Colin called cheerfully the next morning in Potions. Sitting down next to her at their worktable, he began to empty his bag of needed supplies, ignoring her unkempt appearance.

"Hello Colin," Ginny replied with a small smile. She had arrived twenty minutes early, having skipped breakfast in the Great Hall and gone to the kitchens instead. Snagging a muffin she had ate it in silence in the damp potions room. Ginny was not ready to see Harry or Draco, and as long as she avoided mealtime, she would be okay. At least until she had Quidditch practice with Harry, and the game with Slytherin was coming up, she thought morosely before laying her head down on the scratched wooden table.

"Gin, are you alright?"

Ginny turned her head to look at Colin, "Yes, just a little worn out is all."

"Oh, well you might want to sit up Snape looks right furious today," Colin, whispered as he watched the Potions Master approach with a chilling look in his eyes.

"Bugger," Ginny let out as she sat up and looked up at the Potions Master with a weary sigh.

"Today we will be performing a simple healing potion that is the basis for more complicated potions in the medicinal field," Snape told the class at large.

His sneer of disdain evident, as he instructed them on the proper procedures of making the potion, Ginny felt like smiling, she was interested in healing and had been looking forward to this section of the studies of Potion making since beginning school.

It was halfway through Potions class that someone entered the classroom, Ginny who was closely watching her cauldron to get the correct timing for adding the daisy petals did not look up when the visitor gave Snape a message.

"Class," Snape paused, when most heads were up looking at him he continued, "I have to leave for a moment. Mister Malfoy is in charge, if any of you have a problem then ask him. He has the right to give detention to any he sees as deserving. If I do not return before class is scheduled to dismiss, then bottle and label your potion and place it on my desk."

With that, Snape walked out the classroom, muttering under his breath as he slammed the door on his way out. Ginny did not even notice the exchange so enthralled in her potion. When the yellow soupy mixture began to boil, she added the diced petals. Ginny smiled as her potion turned the clear peach color that the book indicated of a successful potion.

"Damn, mine looks nothing like yours," Colin muttered under his breath.

Ginny looked from her full bottle of the peach colored potion, to Colin's orange concoction, "Did you dice seven daisy petals?"

Colin looked over at his pile of supplies, picking up half of a daisy petal that had been under the corner of his book, "No."

"Let me ask Snape if it's possible to add that and not harm the potion," Ginny raised her hand and looked around for Snape.

"Is there something you need Weasley," a voice asked from behind her.

Ginny about dropped her completed potion when she whirled around to see Draco standing not two feet away from her. "What are you doing here?"

Draco smirked, "Didn't you hear Snape say that I was watching the class while he stepped out?"

Ginny shook her head, her heart speeding up just by his near presence, "I was watching my potion."

Draco reached out a pale hand and ran his fingers along her arm to her hand. Taking the small bottle from her shaking fingers, he caressed her palm with his thumb before retreating. "A perfect potion Weaslette, I am surprised. I thought you had your brother's potion making inability."

Ginny blushed, "Thank-you."

Colin watched the exchange with wide eyes, "Umm, Ginny…"

Ginny tore her eyes away from Draco's and looked over to her friend, "Yes Colin?"

"The daisy petal," Colin reminded her, he looked back to Draco with questioning eyes.

"Oh, yes. I'm sorry Colin," Ginny turned back to Draco, "Colin forgot to add one half of his last daisy petal by mistake. And we were wondering if he could still add it without harming the potion with the delay in time?"

Draco turned serious as he stepped forward, "Let me by Creevey."

Colin stepped back quickly, "Umm, it's almost peach colored, just a little more orange than normal."

Draco set Ginny's potion on the table and stirred the potion speculatively, "It's still a healing potion, albeit a weaker one than normal. I don't think that it would have the same effect as it would have if you had put the other half in at the correct time. Don't worry though, if you add the petal half now, it will turn the proper color. All you have to do is let it boil for an extra three minutes after adding, and it should be fine."

Ginny who had been standing on his other side, felt the stealthy movement of fingers by her hand. Under the cover of their robes, Draco grasped her hand in his, their fingers intertwining. As Draco instructed Colin on how to fix the problem, he held her hand, Ginny was amazed that the simple action made her heart speed up, more than any amount of foreplay that her and Harry had ever done.

When he released her hand to walk to the front of the room, Ginny felt a sense of loss at not touching him. Putting her name and the potion name on the bottle, Ginny stepped up to the queue of students and placed her bottle on the desk among the countless other bottles. Returning to her table she and Colin began cleaning up, she was still packing her bag when the last of the class filed out of the room, leaving her, Colin, and Draco who was sorting the bottles on the desk.

Looking up, Ginny caught Draco's eye, as he seemed to be ignoring her and going about his task. Turning to Colin who was finished and waiting on her, "Go ahead Colin, I'll catch up."

Colin looked from Ginny to Draco, "You'll tell me later won't you?"

Ginny smiled and nodded, she waited until she heard the door close behind him before turning to Draco, and "I wanted to thank you, for helping Colin that is."

Draco looked up at her, "Your welcome."

Blushing again, Ginny turned to leave. Picking her bag up her hand was on the handle when Draco called out, "I didn't see you at breakfast today, were you avoiding something?"

Ginny turned back to see him leaning against the desk, "Yes."

Draco was furious; she had skipped a meal to avoid seeing him. Just moments ago, she had stood complacently by him holding his hand; she must have been too terrified to make a seen to break her hand away from his. Turning his furious gaze away from her, he stared at the bottle littered desk.

"Harry," Ginny whispered.

Draco snapped his head up to look at her; she had set her bag back down on the floor and was standing just a few feet away from him.

"I was avoiding Harry, we broke up last night. And I didn't want to see him again. Until he was ready to talk things over and see that everything was probably for the best," Ginny told him, her eyes searching his for clues to what he was thinking.

Draco crossed the small distance between them, cupping her face in his hands he brought his lips down on hers with a gentleness that he didn't even he know he possessed. Nibbling at her bottom lip, he patiently waited for her to open to him of her own accord. When she did open her mouth, he deepened the kiss, seeking the warmth and sweetness within.

Ginny grasped his shirt in her hands, pulling him closer to her, needing him closer. When Draco wound an arm around her waist, and laced his fingers in her hair, she moaned at the contact of his body against hers. He was hard muscle, where she was softly cushioned.

"As entertaining as this is, would you two kindly separate, I have another class in about ten minutes," Professor Snape exclaimed as he walked back into the classroom.

Ginny and Draco jumped apart. Ginny turned red as she hurriedly picked up her bag and gave Draco a weak smile before leaving the classroom, avoiding Snape's eyes.

"Would you like to explain to me what just occurred in my class room to me, Draco," Snape asked when the small redhead was out of earshot.

Draco shook his head, "I can't even explain it to myself sir."

Snape looked at him, his eyes softer than anyone would believe possible, "She is, as her whole family is, against the Dark Lord, Draco remember that."

Draco looked at his professor, his father's oldest friend, and one of Voldemorts most loyal supporters, yet there was always a feeling that Draco got about Snape that made him wonder whether he was truly on there side.

"She won't change her views, she has unlike most of the Dark Lord's supporters, actually had a relationship of sorts with him. She knows what he is truly like, she probably has more reason to despise and hate him than anyone else," Snape whispered as he walked by Draco to motion an apprehensive second year forward for class. "I expect to hear nothing more on this matter, especially from your father. I have enough to deal with, without him adding to your and my troubles."

Draco nodded in understanding, his father was not to know or there was going to be hell to pay for everyone. Draco walked past a second year Hufflepuff and out the door, he knew that his father would put an end to it before it even began, and it would not be pleasant.

A.N.: So for all you Hermione fans, just to tell you I don't like her in fan fiction and well I needed an enemy who knew some things so don't hate me.