Lessons With The Ferret
Written by Captivated.Pink
Disclaimer:
I do not own anything to do with Harry Potter, just my own manipulative little plot line. All credentials go to J.K Rowling first and foremost. I only own my laptop, my box, and my plot line.
Authors Note:
Thank you for the reviews. I really do appreciate them. Well, here's another chapter that I somehow managed to get myself to write. Hey, maybe I can finally make a full fan fiction this time around instead of deleting it halfway through? Maybe! Yay!
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"What's wrong?" The voice asked, close to her ear. Long arms were wrapped around her waist, and she could feel his chin resting on her shoulder. Ginny sighed and shook her head slowly, feeling her hair gently brush Harry's nose as she did so. "Come on...something's wrong, tell me." He said softly, rubbing his fingers up and down her sides in a soothing action. She sighed, and turned around letting her forehead rest on his chest. One hand was on his shoulder, the other grasping onto his shirt beside her cheek. She closed her brown eyes and breathed in his masculine scent, before putting on a cheery smile and pecking a kiss on his cheek.
"Nothing, just enjoying you before I have to go on my rounds with...Malfoy." She said, wrinkling her nose and letting the name drip off her tongue like venom. Harry's green eyes immediately narrowed and he growled under his breath slightly. His arms constricted around her a little protectively, and she felt her heart give a sudden leap as she realized what he was trying to protect her against...maybe already happened.
Ginny felt her heart rise to her throat, but then untangle itself to rest back low in her chest as she turned from her raven haired boyfriend. "See you tomorrow morning Harry, sleep well." She said over her shoulder as she left his grasp, his hands clinging to her hips for all he was worth before she finally slipped from his grasp and out the portrait hole. As it closed behind her, she leaned against the wall holding her breath. It had been a pretty close one, she had nearly told him what had happened.
Finally grasping her wits about her, she straightened her robes and ran a hand through her short red hair before walking to the staircases where she was to meet Malfoy. A stone hard glare was shot at the back of the blonde king of slytherin that she was approaching, as if she could will him to die and just waste away. He turned as he heard her footsteps and gave a malicious grin to her. Grey eyes watching her with amusement and clear pleasure in causing her discomfort.
Uncomfortable she was. His dead stare panning down her body made her want to squirm and crawl back into the safety of Harry's arms, but she had duties to preform, and sadly they included following Malfoy around. She turned around quickly from his gaze and began her ascent to the next floor. Malfoy chuckled, taking that as a big 'fuck you'. He really was enjoying this, causing her to wiggle around as if he had pinned her to the wall like one of the butterflies in his collection. Letting his hands lay lifelessly in the pockets of his robes, he took a few long strides to catch up and walk beside her. He was being quiet, and frankly it unnerved Ginny.
His hair wasn't slicked back but fell down into his face on its own will, giving him a messy, 'I just had great sex' look. Draco smirked and held his illuminated wand in front of him, twirling the tip around to make the spot of light leave a trail of light like a firefly. A slightly bored expression on his face as he walked, groaning and sighing every few moments. He could sense himself whoring all over the girls nerves, and he was enjoying himself immensely.
Finally, with a last twirl of his wand he poked her square in the boob. She let out a squeak and jolted to the side, clutching her chest rather angrily. He couldn't help but laugh, tears nearly forming in his grey eyes as he watched the girls face go a blotched red. Oh how priceless that had been. "Fuck you." she seethed, and he gave her a sly leer.
"When, where and how hard?" He said, tilting his head slightly. Watching as her brown eyes held confusion before she finally realized what the bloody hell the ferret had said. Her jaw dropped slightly, closed, then opened again and she reminded him of a fish as she gapped and groped for words.
"I-I-I didn't me-mean-n that!" She said, her voice coming out high pitched and her black docs starting to move faster over the stone floors as she increased her pace. Draco followed, simply rolling in the pleasure of causing her to fluster and fumble with words. Oh, he had been wrong. This wasn't as hard and annoying as he had thought it was going to be. "Oh! Stop being a dick Malfoy." She said, crossing her arms across her chest and stomping onward.
Draco simply chuckled to himself and stayed a fair bit behind this time. He had his fun for the night, was a little too tired to really try anything else. He stifled a yawn, and went back to lazily watching the shadowy corridor. The slim Weasel in front of him seemed to be walking faster and soon she turned a corner and he was by himself in the hall. His footsteps echoed faintly against the stone floor as he walked slowly, robes shifting as he walked.
A sensation swept through him, every hair on his neck standing on end, as he felt as if someone were watching him. He continued walking, his hand gently gripping around his onyx wand in his pocket. With a fast swish he turned and held his wand pointed toward the tip of another that seemed to be floating from nowhere. He raised an eyebrow, and a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth. Harry Potter let the invisibility cloak fall from him and his face was livid.
"Potface. You should be in bed with your teddy bear right about now, ten points from Gryffindor, and another five for being ugly." He sneered, his grey eyes sparkling at the knowledge that Harry Potter had just witnessed the last few events. This couldn't have gone any better. The two seventeen year olds faced each other, both the same height and nearly built the same. Tall and lanky, but with defined muscle. Ginny observed this from the corner at the end of the corridor, they looked like opposites. As if one were a demon and the other an angel, one dark and one light. The thing was, that Draco shouldn't be the light one! He shouldn't be the one that looks like an angel, but Ginny found her eyes glued to him. Watching his pale features move into a grin, instead of watching Harry as he looked murderous.
"Don't ever touch her again." Harry said through gritted teeth, his muscles taut as he stood wand to wand with his rival and enemy Draco. Draco grinned like a loon as he gloated over the fact that he had just dragged mud through Harry's little relationship. Later, this would play a key part. Harry's green eyes stared across into his with fury, and suddenly Draco felt himself held up against the wall. Harry's fist wrenched into his robes as he pushed the slytherin and pinned him there. "I mean it Malfoy. I'll blow your bloody fucking brains out." He said, holding his wand to Draco's temple, who snarled back.
"Yeah fucking right. Get off me you dirty mudblood," He spat, referring to his mother being a muggle. Draco kneed Harry in the groin, making the leader of the golden trio lurch forward and curl around himself, freeing Malfoy. Draco lifted Harry's head up by the collar of his shirt and threw his fist forward, laying it into the other boys jaw. Harry jerked backwards, before decking Draco right back. Landing a hit into the nose, where blood immediately started to spurt. The dark crimson colour spurting down his pale skin, he cursed and kicked Harry in the shins.
"Stop it!" A shrill voice called, and Ginny came running over to grab onto Harry and push him back down the hall. "Stop it Harry, he's not worth it." She spat, and walked with her boyfriend down the hall. She was glad that Harry wasn't the one with the bleeding nose, but she quickly glanced over her shoulder to see Draco trying to stop it with his robe sleeve. A twinge of worry hit her and she brushed it off. The stupid prick deserved it, and she hoped under his eyes bruised from it the next morning.
Harry was silent as they walked, and for a few minutes Ginny was worried he was angry with her. She bit on her lower lip meekly and was taken by surprise when his arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer. "Gin, if he ever does something like that again, tell me." He said finally. Looking down at her through his green eyes, she met them and nodded slowly. The question was though, would she? She worried this, through giving Harry a goodnight kiss, and getting into her pajamas and slipping beneath her sheets.
With her head resting on the pillow she felt the days exhaustion overwhelm her. How was she supposed to deal with this? She glanced across the room through the darkness to see the outline of Hermione's form sleeping soundly. Should she tell Hermione? Ginny rolled over, lying on her side as she pondered this idea. No, she couldn't tell Hermione. Hermione would tell Harry, who wouldn't understand. He wouldn't understand it, the sudden feeling of lust that sprang between her legs when she thought of what Draco had said to her in the hall earlier. She pushed that thought away harshly and buried her face into the pillow. Wrong thoughts, way too fucking wrong thoughts. She hated Draco Malfoy, and she most certainly did not want to fuck him.
Authors Note:
Okay, another chapter. A bit shorter then the last I think...hmm. Well, Im still trying to completely decide where I'm going with this. You can expect a bit of fluff in the upcoming chapters for sure. Thank you again for all your reviews! Please no flames or hateful comments, constructive criticism is appreciated though!
