They all fall down

I could be every nasty thing

You ever dreamt a man could be

She hugged her knees tightly, bringing them closer to herself in an attempt to bring herself some sense of security, or at the very least, warmth. Why? Why had she set foot in this room? Ornament guest room of Hogwarts, clad in gold and sharp greens, crowned with a vast master bed in the very center. It was freezing in here. Nobody had thought to start a fire, or cast a charm. She could hear the steady rushing of the shower running, as Malfoy readied for bed. This was not her room and there was nothing here that belonged to her, besides her unpacked luggage that lay in the middle of the room. She knew that anyone as poor as her would be very happy to be in her position, some would even killed, but not her. But Ginny had been brought up to see that not everything worth having in the world was bought.

"You will have everything you want, I will not refuse you a thing." He had said to her while she had been packing her things in her old room.

"Can you give me love?" She had asked, a fresh wave of angry tears welling up in her cinnamon eyes.

She tried to slow her breathing down; she tried to get herself under control but she couldn't. The whole situation seemed absolutely hopeless. She was only sixteen years old! And already, the future seemed set: she could never have a loving husband, she would never have a happy family like her own. Not with Draco Malfoy. What kind of life was that? A tear fell down her cheek and she hurriedly wiped it away with her sleeve, she didn't want a repeat of the scene that had took place earlier in her old room...

Each time she packed a piece of clothing, she cried harder, because each time, she was packing away a piece the future she had wanted and was going in the direction of one she didn't want. She never heard him enter the room. When she saw his unmoving figure right behind her in her peripheral vision, she jumped in surprise, doing a quick circle to face him. Shocked, she saw the utter fury radiating from his grey, stormy eyes. She opened her mouth to say something, but found she had nothing to say.

"Who has hurt you?" He asked in a flat voice that sent a tremor down her spine. For a moment, she felt angry. Pretentious prick, assuming to a fault and completely oppressive. Her first instinct was to tell him that he was the cause of her tears; that she didn't want to be his mate, whatever the hell that entailed, and that she hated him as he hated her. She was edgy, because it reminded her of a time she had been this way. A time where she had been completely cornered. Where she didn't have a choice. Ginny used to think that everyone always has a choice. It was just what you did with it that mattered. Ginny wasn't that naïve anymore. Beasts like Tom Riddle never gave choices.

"No one...it's just this situation!" She said instead. "I feel--"She trailed off. Since when does Draco Malfoy understand feelings? She looked away because she didn't want him to see her so vulnerable. Her back was rigid and tense, and she felt like running away. His thumb roughly erased her tears and finally came to rest, cupping her neck.

"Don't worry. I'll try my best to be a good husband. I, too have to handle this situation." He paused. "It's not the same, I know, but I understand you." He kept walking on closer and closer while she kept backing away until the back of her knees buckled against the foot of her four-poster. "But don't worry," he had murmured. "We are one now."

Her brain was frantically screaming for her to run, escape, at the very least, push him away. Her blood was pumping furiously through constricted veins and her breathing was ragged. But her body was frozen. Her legs were glued to the floor.

"And you do not have a choice."

Curiously, she tilted her head and looked deeply at him with hooded eyes. He scrutinized her, and removed his hands from the small of her back and neck. The bare skin was cold where his warmth was absent. He turned around and began to walk away. He called over his shoulder,

"I'll be downstairs. Hurry."

Ginny bit her lip when she heard the shower shut down. She was almost scared to see him again. To breathe in his scent was to lose control on all things voluntary. Her entire upbringing was completely against everything in the world that had happened in the past She could still feel her heart beating, like if it was trying to match the same rhythm as his, his lips had seems to call to hers, wanting her. Her body had screamed for his. Was screaming for his.

Ginny could hear his footsteps on the tile floor, approaching the door. She shook her head, trying to clear the thoughts that were forming in her head of what could have happened. They couldn't do anything, anything at all. Their parents! What would they think? They didn't even know. Her mother would have an aneurism if she knew Ginny was sleeping in the same room as the entire family's natural enemy. But still… Flickers of electricity seemed to charge the air, simply by the thought of sharing warmth in the master bed. Her stomach was doing backflips, and her hands were shaking. The bathroom door swung open and her eyes glanced up involuntarily.

Bloody hell.

Her eyes immediately widened, and she felt heat rushing all the way from her neck up to her hairline. The man was clad in only a white towel, wrapped around his waist!

She tried to make herself looked away but she couldn't. Instead, she found her eyes roving over his taut body. She took in his long strong legs; she enjoyed the game of muscles rolling smoothly under his skin while he was searching for boxers in the chest of drawers. She didn't dare look at his bottom. She wasn't sure if she could handle it. She scrutinized his taut stomach, muscled biceps, strong...safe? His face was turned away. He hadn't even glanced at her from the moment he walked back into the bedroom.

She was met with an overpowering need to have him on top of her, crushing her with his bare skin. Staring at his bare nipple alone was incredibly appealing. She needed to entwine her legs with his, feel his rough hands running over her curves, inside her, while she dug her nails in his back and tried to contain the pleasure, throaty moans echoing in the bedroom. Their bedroom. They would lock the doors, and have absolutely no chance of being interrupted. She could feel herself getting and hotter by the second, and to her pure horror he slowly turned his head towards her and smirked.

Like he knew what she had been thinking!

His long white hands began to remove the towel wrapped around his waist. She abruptly jumped up and almost ran to the bathroom.

"I'm taking my shower now!" She yelled as she closed the door. Leaning against the frame, Ginny tried to slow her ragged breathing, and used her wand to lock the door.

Oh my god.

With shaking hands, she flipped the shower knobs to cold, and she shed her clothing, letting the material drop to the floor. She scrutinized her own freckled body. She had always been waifish, but her intense, early morning quidditch practices kept her wiry muscles toned. She thought of the inevitable, and shuddered. What about a wedding? Were they just going to have… sex? Ginny did have morals, after all. She unclasped her red cotton bra, and shook her plump, apple-sized freckled breasts out of the contraption. Shedding her boy shorts, she smiled at her reflection. This summer she had filled out a little, with a fuller bottom and a real cup size. She pulled the elastic out of her hair, and shook it around her shoulders. She was pretty, in her own way, she thought. Her hair had darkened into a rose-red auburn, and the brown in it brought out her expressive brown eyes. Her freckles were still the most annoying physical Weasley trait she could possibly have, but if she had inherited the shreds of tact and grace that Ron had gotten, she would have jumped off the astronomy tower. But she liked to think that maybe, Draco Malfoy could appreciate this view. She felt bad that she wasn't as experienced… maybe it would be awkward? But she had heard the rumors. He was the best. She smiled at the thought of having the very best as her only.

After sliding a pair of satin boxers and pajama pants over his hips, Draco lay sprawled out on the goose-feather down comforter. It felt like a cloud. Which was perfect for disappearing, lost in your own thoughts.

Draco had insisted, rather flatly, leaving no room for argument, that Ginny and himself must now share living quarters. He completely disregarded the loyalty he had towards his house, in order to live with a blood-traitor he had formerly hated. And now this. He could hear his mother's howl of despair from miles away.

So Dumbledore, the old fool, suggested the use of one of Hogwart's many guest rooms.

"Whaaat? Hogwarts has guest rooms?" Draco said in disbelief. Wouldn't people know about them? Come across one every now and then? He could imagine the convenience they could provide… no more shagging in the broom closet.

"Hogwarts has precisely fifty-two guest rooms, and in normal circumstances, students are in no way, shape, or form allowed to set foot in them. But I think this is fitting.

Ginny looked on in horror.

He had seen what had came to her mind at the sight of his nearly naked body, and he had to choke back a laugh. He didn't dare look at her, but another reason was pressing as well. If he looked into her wide, doe eyes that screamed vulnerability, and ran his fingers through her rose-colored, petal-soft hair, he would implode. Restraining his insticts was merely polite and proper, but if he saw her full bottom one more time, he knew what would happen. Maybe it was for the best, he argued with his thoughts. A voice screamed back, she is yours! Take her! Take her NOW! But as he probed deeper into her thoughts, another image had made its way to his mind, her mind. She didn't know any special positions, the exact place that felt the most pleasure, and it puzzled him. Most people knew at least a little about their own preferences… That's when his thoughts had been interrupted by a sweet scent. He had sniffed the air carefully, for he didn't want her to know he was actually sniffing like an animal.

His heart had accelerated, his blood had called to hers and his body craved to be merged with hers.

She had been aroused.

She had wanted him.

All his instinct had took control. All in him had screamed for him to take her here and now, to make her his for the world to see, to take what belonged to him. But he had closed his eyes, scenting her virginity, and knew he could not take her now. He knew virgins had to be handled carefully. He wanted to claim her, but he also wanted to make it special. Not like all of his times with Slytherin whores. She was his and she deserved better than that. She deserved better than Draco Malfoy himself. Of course she did.

Ginny sat sprawled in a buttery, leather sofa, her hands covering her face. This was horribly, horribly embarrassing and awkward. How could Dumbledore allow this? Malfoy sat on the bed, on top the thick white comforter, his absurdly handsome face angry. The moment she exited the bathroom, he was lying on the bed already, clad in a pair of pajama pants and no shirt, allowing Ginny a good view of his lightly sculpted torso, tantalizing as it was. His pants rode low on his hips, begging to be dragged off. He demanded that she sleep next to him, and Ginny could feel a horrified, shocked expression riding her face.

"Wh--whaaaat? I don't think so, Draco Malfoy!" She sputtered, and it only served to make him angrier.

"Do you think you have a choice?" he spat, shoulders tense.

"I don't give a damn if you give me a choice or not!" she yelled, clutching the armrest. "I'm not sleeping with you!! You're not even wearing a shirt!"

"Yeah?" he challenged. "Make you uncomfortable?"

"Of—of course not! It's just that I've never slept in a bed with a shirtless man who is… is… Whatever! Point made!"

Draco let loose with a blistering snarl, one that widened Ginny's eyes and left her speechless. "You better not have," he said. No one, no one, had the right to put their hands on her, kiss her, taste her, share warmth in any kind of way. He would kill them all!

"NO!" She was yelling again. He threw back the covers, and stood over her menacingly.

"Yes!" he contradicted, taking her in his arms. She was kicking, fighting him tooth and nail. He quickly forgot the bridal-style way he wanted to bring her to the bed, and threw her over his shoulder.

Whoof. He dropped her into the softness of the bed. She tried to scramble away, but he hoisted himself on top of her. Pinning both her hands with one of his above her head, she was still. Draco felt his lips curling into a knowing smile.

"I know you're a virgin, Ginervra Weasley." She stopped breathing.

He continued, "And I will not hurt you." Pain traced his angular features. "I… could not."

Ginny felt her back involuntarily arch up to meet him. Her lips found his, and she breathed in his heady scent. He pulled away, and she sighed in satisfaction.

"Thank you."

With a little awkward difficulty, he rolled off of her, and looked up at the ceiling. They were both silent, and after a few minutes, Draco could feel her soft, rhythmic breathing, and he knew she had fallen asleep.

He woke up to the knowledge that something was missing. He no longer awoke with the lost feeling of not knowing where one was. His newly improved Veela senses never slept.

It was very early in the morning, around five-thirty a.m. A ghostly pale light seeped through the thick curtains, casting a ethereal blue shade around the room.

"Ginervra…" He growled softly. Getting up, he saw a faint light coming out of the bathroom. He abandoned the warmth where her body had once been, and went to knock on the bathroom door.

"Gin?"

He heard nothing. After a couple of knocks without answer, and he began to panic. A million frantic questions flooded his mind. Where the hell was she?

The door was unlocked, so he eased it open, and peeked around inside. No Ginny. He stepped inside, searching for her thoughts and tantalizing herbal scent. Nothing.

Did she leave? How dare she? Draco felt his head spinning, and felt faint tracings of nausea. He stumbled to grab hold of anything; he was about to fall. Oh, no. Was he dying? He needed her!

He grasped the door handle of the closet door. The door was already opened slightly, and he accidentally pulled it a few inches farther. Suddenly, the calm scent of rain and jasmine and something quite unidentifiable swept his senses. It was her. The walls ceased to spin, and he regained balance.

He looked past the door, and his mouth hung open in shock. The closet was actually much more than a closet. It was a conjoining bedroom! It had the same proportions as his room, with the same large bed set in the center. The décor was different, and the curtains were held open. Ginny stood by the window, tying a scroll of parchment to the leg of a tawny school owl. Once she finished, she lifted her arm which was supporting the owl, out of the open window, and it took flight. She leaned out of the window and watched it fly away.

Draco stood, supported by the doorframe, struck by how beautiful she--she… was. She was only clad in red, silky boy-shorts, which revealed her firm, lower bottom. She was wrapped up in a white wool cardigan sweater, which was belted loosely. Her fiery hair was waving naturally around her shoulders, tendrils teased in the wind. She looked ethereal in the pale morning light.

Quietly, he shut the door, and began to prepare for a long day.

Ta-da! I wanted to say a big thanks to my beta writer, Zara! Thanks babe to have so much patience with me! And my mistakes! ;)

And I just wanted to tell everyone that chapter one is re-written so go take a look! And finally...leave a...

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