Ahh, the first thing I am going to do is apologise and hope every one forgives me for taking so long to update but A levels and a social life are killing me. Hopefully it will never take me that long again. Secondly, I know it's Hallowe'en night but I have no parties, none. How depressing. I have my costume and all, but I do have a party tomorrow, so looking forward to that. Thirdly, I wrote this chapter instead of one for my other story which i love. So feel loved ;]
HAPPY HALLOWE'EN.
I hope you enjoy this, because I enjoyed writing it. and have a good Hallowe'en.
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Disclaimer: i do not own Harry Potter. though i wished Draco would be mine.
Draco looked pleadingly at the ceiling, "Red, can we please get some sleep?" he asked, rubbing his tired eyes.
"Aw, is ickle Draco tired?" Ginny responded condescendingly, ruffling his hair.
"Seeing as you've kept me up half the night, babbling about getting Luna and Blaise together, I'd say yes." He said, rolling over on the bed.
"But don't you think-"She started before she was cut off by his lips firmly covering her now protesting ones.
He pulled away, kissed her forehead briefly, looked her in the eyes and said, "Gin, if you do not go to sleep now there might be a chance I won't be working tomorrow."
She raised her eyebrows, "Well, I best get all my time in now…" she replied, reaching her arm over to stroke down the muscles on his stomach.
Draco groaned, "You're becoming insatiable, Red."
"My my, the famous Slytherin Sex God is turning down sex, what can the world be coming too?" she asked, with mock amazement.
"Ginny." He growled warningly.
She realised she had pushed her luck far enough for one evening anyway, it was Friday night and she supposed she was lucky to even be here tonight. Friday nights were usually girl night in the Gryffindor common room, and all the girls in 6th and 7thyear were expected to be there, and join the ever tedious game of truth or dare.
Ginny hated the game; she could never admit her secrets because they were all about Draco and that could just get awkward especially with Hermione reporting to Harry. The dares were even worse. The dares usually involved going down the common room and snogging some boy, usually Seamus as he was always up for anything. She was lucky in some ways, Ron would go crazy if he saw her and no girl wanted to risk the temper of any of the redheads so it only happened occasionally. Ginny hated kissing any one of those boys, even though she knew Draco wouldn't find out and that they weren't even a couple anyway, it didn't stop her heart from sinking every time.
Tonight, Lavender had decided to see Dean; her new boyfriend and no girl could begrudge her that. Hermione had caught the drift and decided to go hang out with Harry and Ron in the library of all places. Everyone else had decided then to make their excuses. Ginny was over the moon, she had rushed upstairs to shower, pack a bag and get ready to surprise Draco.
It always took a lot to surprise Draco, to break that mask he kept on his emotions, or at least he never showed when he was surprised but Ginny lying oh his silk sheets, wearing her best underwear with a few candles had certainly done the trick. His face was worth all the effort.
He sighed in his sleep, and pulled her closer so her back was to his chest and his arm was wrapped possessively around her stomach. She smiled to herself, and fancied herself the luckiest girl in Hogwarts. Many girls bragged about shagging Draco Malfoy, not one could say he ever let them spend the night in his bed. Not even Pansy. They were usually shoved out the door, barely clothed and left to deal with rumours, and a broken heart.
When she woke again, it was just past 8 in the morning. She groaned, she knew she had to move soon or risk the consequences of being caught in the dungeons. She crawled out of the silk sheets and Draco's warm embrace and set about searching for her underwear, Draco had been rather vicious on his assault of her body last night and that included ripping her clothing off and flinging it behind him. She shivered with delight, thinking about the night before.
She was searching around the room when she felt his gaze on her naked frame, "Morning sunshine." He drawled, lazily stretching so that the expensive sheets slipped down his slender form, she followed the path with her eyes. She swore he did it on purpose, sometimes.
He smirked when he saw her watching him, "So I'm not the only one enjoying the view then."
"Who says I was enjoying it, this is a face of disgust." She replied teasingly, turning to slip a t-shirt over head.
"Yeah, right." He scoffed, sarcastically.
"Arrogant bastard." She replied, smiling.
"And you love it." He countered immediately.
"Of course, I really go for the whole head up your own arse thing." She replied with her voice dripping sarcasism.
"I know you do, love. It's irresistible." He replied, refusing to admit defeat. He sighed, and placed his arms behind his head; looking the picture of perfection.
"Uh huh." She replied, putting the finishing touches to her makeup in his mirror. She was doing her best to ignore him, or else she would never get out of here.
He was becoming irritated with her deliberately not paying attention to him, "Well that's at least what all the other girls say." He muttered to himself.
Obviously he was not quiet enough as the redhead turned to face him, putting her hands on well formed hips, "Why don't you just go sleep with one of them, then?" She snapped at him.
Ah, he finally had her attention. "I already do, Red." He replied, smiling charmingly at her.
She did not take the way he had planned, which was for her to become jealous and try and mark her territory by jumping on him or at least to getting closer so he could grab her. Instead her face darkened, and her brown eyes sparked with fire, "Fine." She hissed at him.
His mouth dropped in shock, Ginny Weasley; infamous for her fiery temper and possessive streak didn't have a rebuttal, didn't have a witty remark rolling off her tongue.
"F-Fine?" he stuttered in disbelief.
She gritted her teeth, and turned her back to him, and starting shoving her remaining things into her bag so violently that he was surprised it didn't rip in two. Swung it onto her shoulder, stalked to the door, turned towards him, "Just remember, this was your fault." She snarled before spinning on her heel and storming away from the room.
That left Draco still on his bed, now doing his best impression of a goldfish instead of a Greek god.
Pansy Parkinson, with her shiny, black hair, aristocratic facial features and pretentious attitude was currently jumping on Blaise Zabini's bed. The dark haired boy groaned, and tried to pull the blanket over his head, muttering curses about the beautiful creature that was trying her best to pull the blanket out of his grip.
"C'mon Blaise, It's Saturday, get off your lazy arse." She complained.
He groaned again, louder this time; he knew when he was defeated. Blaise hated Saturday mornings, mainly because Pansy and Draco liked to barge in at ungodly hours and bother him until he got up. When Blaise started pondering how to get Pansy out of his room without irrevocably injuring her, or himself, he realised Draco wasn't there.
"Pansy, where is Draco?" he asked thickly, fighting his way out of the blankets.
She raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow, "Am I his keeper?"
He sighed and rolled his eyes, "C'mon Pans, I know you know."
She sighed and gave up the fight for the blanket, Blaise was thrilled, "Well, Ginny was there last night."
Blaise waited for her to continue, when she didn't, he sighed and said, "Why are you so difficult in the mornings? Yeah so, if Ginny was there he would have brought her along too, to piss me off."
"They had another fight, a major one from what I can gather. He's furious, nearly pushed Nott down the stairs." She replied, her brow furrowing.
"That's not Draco angry, that's him having some mid morning entertainment, helps him work up an appetite." Blaise responded, climbing out of bed and settling himself beside his desk, still wrapped in his blanket.
"What are you doing?" she demanded, looking puzzled as to the boy's sudden movements.
He rolled his eyes, as if it should be perfectly obvious, "Well if Draco's pissed, he's going to come here. And that," he said, pointing at the bunk Pansy was currently sitting on "is facing the door and thus directly in the line of fire."
She looked startled and then began to laugh. He sighed, and they began to wait. When Draco's platinum head didn't appear for nearly an hour after he usually arrives, they started on other topics and began getting ready for Hogsmeade. They weren't particularly worried, as the couple fought the bit out every other day.
"So is he a brainy bastard?" Blaise asked, trying to guess who had Pansy making an extra special effort with her appearance.
"No, do you remember the last time I had a snogging session with a Ravenclaw?" she asked, pausing in applying her lip liner, a pained expression crossing her delicate face.
"Yes," he sniggered, "he spent the whole time trying to explain the usefulness of the cauldrons you were pressed against."
She groaned and refused to comment. After a thoughtful moment, he continued, "I knowit's not a dozy Hufflepuff, you have some standards. That leaves the brave wankers, because you've been through the whole Slytherin house."
"I have not-"she started.
He held a hand up to stop her speech and fixed her with a knowing stare, "I didn't know you were into red and gold, Pans." He teased.
She growled, "Hmph, well at least he won't try to force me to go searching for Crumple-Horned Snorkacks."
He was surprised that Pansy knew of his affection, and that was all it was, he told himself of the crazy, beautiful blonde Ravenclaw. He supposed he shouldn't as Pansy knew almost everything about everyone and in proper Slytherin style, used it against them. She rarely had feelings for anyone, aside from a quick crush. This is what intrigued Blaise to question her, as he observed her reactions when speaking of him, although he was never mentioned by name but her whole face lit up, her eyes sparked to life. It was rather remarkable if he did says so himself.
"Should we go find him? Before he kills someone, or worse; says something stupid, he is known for that kind of thing." She asked, gathering her shoes and coat in her arms.
"Yeah, he's probably at breakfast though." Blaise replied.
The two checked Draco's room warily, looking for dead bodies or any broken object to imply a Ginny Draco fight had taken place. The place was unnaturally normal looking, nothing was broken and nothing was out of place. That should have held some kind of relief for the pair, but it only served to frighten them. They walked the rest of the way to the Great Hall, and were relieved to see Draco.
They shared a glance and crossed the room to sit on either sides of him, "You're a prat." Blaise declared as soon as he sat down.
"Smooth Blaise." Pansy murmured.
"Well it's true, you fucked up again, didn't you Draco?" Blaise demanded, helping himself to some breakfast.
"She's bloody mad, she's a stark raving lunatic!" Draco exclaimed, terrifying a few younger students, who suddenly had to leave.
Pansy rolled her eyes, "What happened?"
Draco explained his story carefully, and with exaggerated hand movements. Something very unDraco like. Though they both knew how she affected him. By the end of the tale, Blaise sat perplexed, and Pansy nodded knowingly.
"That's it? She didn't say anything else?" Blaise asked, his brow furrowing in utter confusion.
"Well of course." Pansy declared.
Both boys turned to look at her, in Draco's case with eyes of ice.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, his eyes narrowing.
She sighed, "It's obvious, she's going for the 'I don't care' move. It's very common among girls. I'm surprised you two haven't came across it. Being the biggest whores in school."
"That's Slytherin Sex God to you, Pansy." Blaise piped in.
"Well, I haven't really cared that much about anyone before to actually notice if they play childish games." Draco said through gritted.
He paused and then groaned, "She's going to be the death of me." And proceeded to bury his head in his hands.
"You started it! You know how possessive she is but you continue to annoy her until she does something like this." Pansy exclaimed, throwing her hands up in disgust.
"YOU ADMITTED YOU CARE FOR HER." Blaise hollered, smiling triumphantly.
Pansy sent him a death glare, then rolled her kohl outlined eyes. Draco ignored him completely. Blaise continued, "Cheer up guys, I mean it could be worse."
Draco looked at his best friend incredulous, "How?"
"She could be flirting with Pothead instead of that Irish wanker…" He replied.
Draco's head snapped up to glare at the Gryffindor table, searching for the red head but she was not there, neither was her brother. He turned to glare at Blaise, who shrugged in response, "At least you're not sad anymore."
"Yeah, just bloody furious." he replied, his eyes still searching for her.
"She's not here, Draco." Pansy said softly.
"Well spotted Pansy, did someone help you with that or did you figure it out on your own?" he snapped.
"That is the last time-" she started but was cut off by the doors opening and the redhead entering.
She wasn't alone.
Her hair was ruffled, and her lips were swollen and hot on her tail was Dean Thomas.
AN: did you enjoy it? hate it? Want to shoot me for taking so long to update? Wanna wish me a happy Hallowe'en? Want to tell me how much you love Draco/Blaise/Pansy/Ginny/Luna? Tell me in a review. please. it makes me happy. :]
