I wandered through the corridors after a shower and some breakfast. I had no homework to attend to and it was only the beginning of the weekend – great!
I smiled to a couple of soaked people as they passed me in the Entrance Hall. Slytherin had won the war to my eternal consternation. Gryffs had tried to storm the fort, but the Slytherins had been prepared and completely buried the opposition.
Just as I entered the Great Hall to find Luna, Malfoy exited it, along with his close friend and ally, Blaise Zabini. I braced myself for the storm of insults and jibes to come. After all, they had just won they war.
They passed in silence.
Zabini slid a glance over me as they passed, but it was like he was looking right through me; Malfoy stared straight ahead. Strange, but I'm not complaining.
I entered the Hall to see Luna sitting with Harry, Ron and Hermione. I approached with a renewed skip in my step and grin on my face – this new, silent Malfoy was the sort I could get used to.
"Hey, Gin. What's got you looking so happy?" Ron looked at me with something akin to a frown.
"Oh, nothing. Just an unexpected and pleasing turn of events, is all," I smiled sweetly and sat down between Luna and Harry, leaning into a small kiss from Harry.
***
Several days passed in which the Gryffs were ripped into by the Slytherins. An innocent stroll through the corridors often resulted in an all-out brawl or curse war. Malfoy was the worst. Throwing curses at every Gryffindor student he saw and smirking all through the Gryffindor/Slytherin mixed classes. But not to me. He left me alone. Nary a smirk or glance. It was like I didn't exist.
Saturday was awesome. I loved being ignored by Malfoy. I loved the lack of insults about my friends of family. And most of all, I loved not having to see the smug smirking hideous face round every corner. Sunday was much the same, though I must admit the novelty had begun to wear off somewhat. Monday I thought would be different but not only did he ignore me throughout the day but also during my detention, not even looking at me when I announced my arrival or departure. Tuesday it began to get old, it was getting boring.
Wednesday was the day I cracked.
I woke up and thought about him. Little did I realize then that I had woken up every morning this week and thought about him but it only registered on Wednesday. I shook my head and carried on with my day, only to find my mind wandering back to the thought of being pinned to the door beneath Malfoy. It was during Transfiguration, when my mind had sauntered back to him for the fifth time that day when I realized how familiar these thoughts felt. I had been having them all week and never noticed!
I played it cool. What else is a girl supposed to do? Yes, I must admit by the time detention rolled around I was somewhat flustered and blushed when I walked into the dungeons to see him draped across Snape's desk. I muttered a small greeting and returned to my work bench where I was washing cauldrons. Every few minutes my eyes flicked onto him, unlike before. And what's worse is after about the third time I did, a small, faint glimpse of a smirk appeared on his face.
I diligently returned to my cauldrons and continued scrubbing a particularly stubborn scrap of salamander skin from the side. Hands lowered onto my shoulders. A tried to smother a small gasp but it escaped nonetheless.
"Been thinking about me?"
"Excuse me?"
"I left you alone. Don't think I haven't seen the excessive daydreaming and furtive glances. I know I've been on your mind."
"Please. I don't know what you're talking about," I sniffed and continued to scrub, whilst my ears and cheeks burned red. He'll know I'm lying.
He dragged a fingertip along the shell of my ear, "I know you're lying."
Damn.
Malfoy lowered his lips to my neck and I went still. I bit my lip too; it wouldn't do to moan. His hands roamed across my waist and hips before continuing lower. One of his hands came to a stop between my legs and even the small amount of pressure he was applying was exactly the touch I had been unknowingly craving and I let out a small moan, my underthings already damp.
"Before we go any further," he took the hand away and I moaned again, "I want you to tell me you were lying; Potter doesn't make you feel like this."
I opened my eyes but didn't say anything. I stared straight ahead.
"Tell me," he said, placing his hand back between my legs applying more pressure than the last time. I gasped. Slowly one of his fingers started to move up and down through my skirt. As his finger applied more pressure and started moving faster my breathing became erratic. I clutched the side of the desk and moved my hips, I could feel his breath on my neck.
"Tell me."
This is generally not among the situations I count as good to be in. Malfoy was making me feel sinfully good, but I didn't want to badmouth Harry or cheat on him. I could restrain myself. I could. Harry would eagerly satisfy me if I went back gagging for it. Solution.
"No, I'm sorry, Malfoy, but I'm afraid I can't do that. Now don't you think you should be getting back to your post?"
"Look, Weasley, I am really sick of this. Why don't you just give in for once?" His lips were beside my ear again, whispering dangerously sexily. But mostly dangerously.
I had had enough.
I stood, and turned to face Malfoy, glaring pointedly up towards his face.
"Let me make something perfectly clear, Malfoy: I am not some booty call to be taken advantage of just because I have to come to this room every night. I have not been thinking about you, or fantasizing about you, and for the last fucking time, I will not say you are sexier than Harry Potter!" I accentuated every other syllable with a stab at his chest with my finger. "Have I made myself clear enough for you?"
He nodded, infuriatingly with a small smirk plastered on his face.
"Good! Stay the hell away from me! This detention is finished!" I broke my glare away from him, gathering my things and storming from the room.